He's too much of a mess to actually pull his pants back up, and pushing them down would probably be too much for Jedao to handle, so he just stays where he is, looking vaguely ridiculous but giving absolutely no fucks about it. He'll stand here covered in his own cooling come for as long as Jedao is comfortable enough to let him look at him, to be with him, like this.

... and then he has to go and say that, and Fives can't quite bite back a groan, or do a damn thing about the way his cock twitches in a valiant attempt to harden again. Because Force, the things just the idea of it does to him, and he's looking decidedly less dopily infatuated and shifting a little towards predatory at the thought of it.

He shifts a little restlessly, mouth suddenly dry, and has to lick his lips before he can answer. "Then... then next time that's what we'll plan on, cyar'ika," he finally manages, and he doesn't even care that his voice cracks a little at the start.