"Good." It's clearly exactly the answer he'd hoped for, and Fives pushes himself up to kneel between Jedao's thighs so he can lean over and deftly touch all the needed points on Jedao's uniform to have it basically fall apart under his hands. He pushes fabric out of the way, hands dragging warmly over Jedao's bare skin, fingertips touching lightly at scars as they pass over them.

"Force, I've wanted to taste you for so long," he rasps as he pulls away the front half of Jedao's pants and drops them unceremoniously over the side of the bed before slicking his own shirt off over his head.