Fives can't help but flick his gaze down as Jedao presses his hand to his groin... to his cock, beneath the tented fabric of his trousers. It makes his breath catch and shudder, but he looks back up at Jedao's face immediately, half drawn by the sound of his moan, half by the worry that watching too obviously will upset Jedao.

He's not sure what to make of Jedao's reaction, though, of the way he collapses, the way he's panting, his hips twitching. He looks wrecked in the best possible way, in a way Fives hadn't really expected he'd get to see; it's breathtaking, and he bites hard at his lip... and harder still when Jedao finally answers.

"Kriff," he rasps, tasting blood as he scrambles off the bed. He almost stumbles over his own feet as he backs towards the door and presses his shoulders against it. "Is this... is it okay? If I'm here?" he asks, breathless.