Fives' grip on his hipbones is tight enough to hurt, and he hopes it does bruise, little hidden fingerprint dapples he can tap on tomorrow.

"Yes - yes - yes -" Jedao gasps, chants, hisses, patching in endless breathless sibilants so that he doesn't let himself shout. The raw strength of the thrust and vicious speed smash through him like a tidal wave. Fives' cock forces him open, deeper than his fingers could reach, heavy and hot and relentless, and Jedao could sob with how good it feels, how much it feels, like he could shake apart like a stone building in an earthquake, lose chunks of himself and be lighter for it.