Fives almost sobs in frustration as Jedao bats his hand away, presses his forehead into the sweat-slick skin between Jedao's shoulder blades and wills himself to slow down or stop, to give himself a break, to do something to stop the rocketing build towards release. But then Jedao's clenching tight around him, completely unexpected and so fucking amazing amazing it punches his breath right out of him, wipes away any last scrap of coherent thought and he slams back into Jedao hard, only deeply ingrained fear and paranoia keeping him mostly quiet as he bites his lip hard enough to bleed and comes, shaking, in long, almost agonizing pulses.