"I'm just -" he breaks off, moaning softly when Fives twists his finger, turning his face to the side without actually being able to hide it in the pillow, a tendon in his neck leaping into taut definition.

"Yes, do that again, come on," he mumbles, hisses a breath in and out through his teeth, then huffs, a quiet rueful laugh.

"I'm just being petty, don't pay attention to that."