As soon as Fives has a recognizable rhythm - fast, grueling, perfect - Jedao is rocking back to meet him, the muscles in his arms shaking as he takes Fives' cock. When Fives shifts his angle Jedao jerks a little, makes a low garbled groaning noise churned out of him as he manages to swallow a scream.

The weight, the heat, the gorgeous muscled lines of Fives' chest against his back are so distracting that it takes Jedao a second to realize that Fives is reaching for him to jerk him off, an inference that uses up his last remaining speck of coherent thought, and it doesn't occur to him why, obviously, Fives would want him to come. Jedao could go now, easily, could have gotten off ten minutes ago while Fives was fingering him, with the right touch on his cock and a willingness to let go, but he didn't want to come then, and he still doesn't now. He's too caught up in how amazing it feels to get fucked, how everything about Fives pounding him is exactly what he's wanted, how desperately he doesn't want it to end yet.

He shudders onto one buckling arm, trying to get his hand in Fives' way with barely any coordination, clenches down reflexively as he fights to hold back his own orgasm.