Jedao gingerly lets himself collapse, limbs weak with exertion and tension, cock sensitive and straining, his ass sore but still unaccustomed to the sudden emptiness. He curls up a little on his side and scoots closer, his legs nudging Fives' legs in a haphazard way, reaching out more carefully to run a hand through Fives' short damp hair, to caress the side of his face.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmurs, with a gentle smile that turns, inevitably, rueful and salacious at once. "It's okay, look at me. Maybe if you hadn't fucked my actual brains out I would have remembered what it's like to be nineteen."