As soon as he's on his back, Fives' weight pressing over him, Jedao's whole body goes easy and loose, just like he did when Fives' flood self grabbed Jedao's hair, only moreso, relief and affection compounding the sudden submission. All the tension sluices off of him, and the noise he makes when Fives moves his leg is deep and hungry and wanton.

It's so easy, suddenly, to let himself be arranged, to just enjoy the way Fives's body feels grinding against him, and if his own hips jerk and twitch with desire, it doesn't matter, pinned as he is. Fives will feel it but no one can prove it, no one has to know. He gasps and moans for every bite, opens for Fives' tongue with a languid, sensuous welcome.