His hands dropped lower until he could push them both under Levi's shirt in a move to reach more skin. Bel's fingers slid against his abdomen, gently pushing upward before dragging back down toward the waist of his pants, fingertips slipping under it as he tilted his head back at the feeling of those kisses along his throat.

The question was met with a quiet exhale, a pleased sort of sound that accompanied the movement of lips against his skin. "I want you."