Jedao doesn't have to tell him twice, Fives is scrabbling almost frantically at the still awkwardly unfamiliar fly of his jeans before Jedao's even finished speaking, pulling himself out with a hiss of pleasure-pain as dried come pulls at sensitive skin and hair. He doesn't take his eyes off Jedao for a moment, can't think of anything but how kriffing gorgeous he looks lying there, rumpled and sated and spattered in his own come. Except maybe how he'd look even better if it was Fives' come.

He has himself in an almost brutally tight grip, hips jerking into each stroke as he imagines it's Jedao's hand on him or Jedao's body beneath him. Every breath is a rasping moan and he feels almost lightheaded, like he can't quite catch his breath as his second orgasm in less than an hour builds under his skin like seismic waves, trembling along his nerves and sending jolting shocks through his muscles that set them to twitching.

"J-Jed'ika!" It's another high, keening whine as the building pressure suddenly breaks and he comes, all over his hand and belly, his open jeans, even his shoes and the floor. His hand's shaking as he strokes himself through it, and he's not sure just how long his trembling legs are going to hold him up, but he doesn't once take his eyes off Jedao as he finally slows his strokes and slumps back against the wall.