Somewhere along the line his awkwardness and uncertainty fades, overcome by Jedao's easy responsiveness, his undeniable eagerness and certainty. The feel of Jedao's body opening for him like this is the most amazing thing he's ever experienced, the way that tight ring of muscle eases gradually for the intrusion, the way he goes tense and shuddering and then lax every time Fives brushes at his prostate with thick, nimble fingers.

It's absolutely perfect and completely overwhelming, and Fives can't stop himself from rocking against Jedao's hip, quick, urgent little strokes that leave slick trails of rapidly cooling precome smeared along Jedao's skin. He's starting to worry he isn't going to least even long enough to get his dick in Jedao, let alone long enough to make him come, but even the dread of that particular humiliation creeping into the periphery of his thoughts isn't enough to keep him still.

"Ah... fuck-" He nips at Jedao's bottom lip, then the sharp line of his jaw, shivering at the rasp of stubble against his lips, the slick-hot drag of his cock along Jedao's flank, the sweet grip of Jedao's body at his fingers. "The way... the way you fucking feel."