Fives jerks helplessly against Jedao when he makes those noises, like the sound goes right to his balls and pulls, and he leaves a series of glistening trails of pre-come along Jedao's skin with every jerky, uncoordinated little thrust. It's hard to remember he needs to go slow, needs to make this good--he doesn't want Jedao to have reason to regret this--when almost all he can think of at this point is how perfect and hot and tight Jedao will feel around his cock when he finally pushes in. How much he wants to slide home and then pound into him, hard and fast and relentless.
His whole body's trembling slightly, sweat slicking his skin and trickling down between his pecks and the hollows of his abs, pooling at the small of his back where he's bent forward just enough to let it gather. His whole world feels like it's been focused down to nothing but want and the heat of Jedao's body clenching around his fingers, and he wants to ask is this enough? and please? and he's about to. Trying to find the words, and the voice to speak them in, when Jedao beats him to the punch.
"Yes," he manages to croak, and, "fuck," and, "please." Slurred and ragged and barely audible as he pulls his fingers free with less care than he should have used, scrambles almost desperately to position himself behind Jedao. He'd imagined this differently, Jedao on his back so he could lean over him, lick into his mouth and swallow his sounds as he pressed into him, but all he cares about right now is getting into him, anyway he can.
He barely has the presence of mind to grab the KY again, to squeeze out an almost ludicrous amount and stroke it over his cock with a hiss that turns into a groan, jerking into his own loose fist. "God... fuck... wanna fuck you... wanna be in you-" It's rambling and disjointed, pushed out on short, panting breaths as he kneels behind Jedao, one big hand on his hip, gripping him, and the other on his own cock, guiding himself to Jedao's entrance, and there's no way to describe the sound he makes as he starts to push the head of his cock against Jedao's grasping hole as anything but a whimper.
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His whole body's trembling slightly, sweat slicking his skin and trickling down between his pecks and the hollows of his abs, pooling at the small of his back where he's bent forward just enough to let it gather. His whole world feels like it's been focused down to nothing but want and the heat of Jedao's body clenching around his fingers, and he wants to ask is this enough? and please? and he's about to. Trying to find the words, and the voice to speak them in, when Jedao beats him to the punch.
"Yes," he manages to croak, and, "fuck," and, "please." Slurred and ragged and barely audible as he pulls his fingers free with less care than he should have used, scrambles almost desperately to position himself behind Jedao. He'd imagined this differently, Jedao on his back so he could lean over him, lick into his mouth and swallow his sounds as he pressed into him, but all he cares about right now is getting into him, anyway he can.
He barely has the presence of mind to grab the KY again, to squeeze out an almost ludicrous amount and stroke it over his cock with a hiss that turns into a groan, jerking into his own loose fist. "God... fuck... wanna fuck you... wanna be in you-" It's rambling and disjointed, pushed out on short, panting breaths as he kneels behind Jedao, one big hand on his hip, gripping him, and the other on his own cock, guiding himself to Jedao's entrance, and there's no way to describe the sound he makes as he starts to push the head of his cock against Jedao's grasping hole as anything but a whimper.