He cries out at the bite, a sharp shocked little ah, squeezes his eyes shut against the soft babble of praise. He shifts enough to hide his face against the crook of Fives' neck when he has a chance, shuddering and twitching as Fives rocks up against him.

"Fives," he begs, a rough urgent noise, and he means please but can't say it, certainly can't specify. He's shaking very slightly; he feels like he's going to fly apart soon, with too much that he wants and too little to ground him.