Fives makes himself breathe through his nose as Jedao continues to draw the kiss out. Tells himself to relax and slow down, that there's no agenda here, that it's going nowhere, it's just this and this is perfect as it is. Love and affection and warmth and connection for its own sake.

He sighs as he draws away a little, presses their foreheads together and smiles as he rubs their noses together as well. "Sorry," he murmurs. "Guess I'm still a 'randy young thing', but I'm getting better?"