"Ah - fuck, fuck -" He twitches when Fives touches his cock, clenching again on Fives' finger. He snakes a hand down viper-quick past Fives' hand, squeezes himself hard, breathes carefully, then gives himself a slow, firm stroke. "Don't tease like that, I don't want to come until you're railing me," he orders, reaching for Fives' wrist to encourage him toward a less delicate touch, Jedao's thumb rubbing along the line of Fives' ulna once he finds his grip.

"You are too," he murmurs, softer, almost to himself.