Fives slumps back against the cushions, jaw slack and drawing in deep, ragged breaths as he comes back to himself. His breath hitches a little and his cock makes a valiant effort to twitch when Jedao licks his lips, and again when he tucks him neatly back into his slacks and zips him up again, but for the moment he's too fucked out to do more than sit there and bask and try to recover his wits.

He's too slow in his effort to nip at Jedao's finger when it's pressed briefly to his lips, but he does manage to sit forward, obediently silent as he watches him--watches his ass--disappear back into the kitchen. The view's possibly even better when he returns, and Fives licks his own lips at the way Jedao's tenting his trousers. He's disappointed when Jedao juggles his jacket into a position that hides his erection, but he sees the necessity of it, and he consoles himself by surging--maybe a little unsteadily--to his feet and reeling Jedao in for a deep, searching kiss, moaning quietly against Jedao's lips when he tastes himself there.