Fives laughs, low and choked, and nips at Jedao's inner thigh a little more sharply. "All right, round one was excellent, but I definitely made a mess of round two." And he drags his finger along Jedao's crack, through the damp, sticky evidence of exactly that. "But I can make it up to you now, if you're ready," he offers, and finally lifts his head to grin up at Jedao, warm and wicked, most of the self-consciousness gone with how easy Jedao is about everything.