Jedao arches up slightly into Fives' teeth, as much as Fives lets him move, anyway, and he savors that too. His stomach quivers under Fives' attentions, tiny abortive twitches of muscle yoked to quiet hissing laughter, both due to more ticklishness.

"Ah - ah -" He squirms, uselessly, and loves it, loves being trapped under Fives, for Fives to sample and enjoy. He loves how exposed he feels, and how - decadent. His body isn't just a trap or a waste or a weapon; or a sexual tool either, come to that - there's something too human, too silly, too simple about Fives tonguing his belly button for it to really be for any reason except that Fives likes that, likes the completely unimportant little spot, or likes teasing him with it. Jedao sighs, a deep tender contented sound, his hand in Fives hair moving again, with long slow strokes this time, easy and affectionate.

"You're so good, baby," he murmurs, and he isn't slurring but he sounds a little bit like he's floating. "You're so good to me."