Just the lack of a no wouldn't have been enough, not with how skittish Jedao's been for so long, but the way he pulls him in, kisses him so kriffing fiercely... that's enough. That's more than enough. Fives groans deep in his chest, curls his fingers so tightly around Jedao's thigh he might be bruising him through his trousers, and rocks against him harder, more urgently.

He wants Jedao to come to, wants it so kriffing desperately, but he can't ask for that, it feels like too much. So he kisses him harder, bites at his lip again, chasing another of those soft cries, then sets his teeth at the soft spot beneath Jedao's ear as he feels the heat building at the base of his spine, in the pit of his stomach, and bites down hard as the tension suddenly snaps and he shudders to a halt above Jedao, every muscle drawn quivering tight as he makes a sticky mess of his pants.