Fives' eyes slip half shut at the touch, and a shiver runs down his spine. He's almost not sure what to do with it, it's too... tender, sweet. The kind of thing he's already learned to never expect for himself. Not in a world where he has to hide what--who--he wants so completely.

It makes him think back to the way Jedao had pressed his lips to his knuckles earlier, in the dim quiet of the kitchen. How he'd called him beautiful. Impulsively, he presses his lips to the back of Jedao's hand, looking down at him through a sweep of dark lashes as he speaks.

His grip spasms at the question, going almost bruise tight for a moment as a shudder runs down Fives' spine, as his hips jerk helplessly forward and he sucks in a sharp, shuddering breath. "Oh jesus... yes," he manages to make himself answer, and licks his lips.