"Your dick is perfect," Jedao retorts - very sincerely, but with a distinct, faint petulance of so gimme. His hamstrings keep tensing with each bite, little fraught twitches of muscle. He makes a choked sound very close to a sob when Fives cups his balls, tremors all over, spreads his knees a little wider. Either the touch or the anticipation or the position loosens the strained begging once again.

"Oh fuck, please baby, you're so good, I need it, need you in me -"