He hadn't meant it to be more than this, just kissing and comfort; hadn't meant to push farther so soon. But the sounds Jedao's making, the way he's squirming on top of him, is more than his currently overtaxed patience and self control can take.

He sets his teeth to the tender skin below the angle of Jedao's jaw and nips hard enough to leave a mark, then sucks at the spot, drawing a warm bloom if blood to the surface of his skin. He's beautiful, perfect, and Fives can't resist telling him so on ragged, gasping breaths as he slides his hand down without thinking to the curve of Jedao's ass and rocks urgently up into him. He wants to hear every noise Jedao can make, and he wants to feel him while he does it.