"You're so fucking tight," Fives gasps, both hands gripping hard at Jedao's hips as he holds him still until he bottoms out, then holds them both still for a moment, adjusting to the perfect tight heat.
"You want it hard?" He slides out most of the way, hissing between his teeth, then slams back in, pulling Jedao towards him at the same time. "And fast?" He repeats the motion, breath stuttering, voice cracking slightly on the last word. "And you want it to... to fucking last?" He leans forward slightly, hands flexing, marking fingerprint bruises into Jedao's hips as he sets up a punishing rhythm. "Not... not gonna go off... go off early this time," he promises, and ignores how much he wants to lean forward over Jedao's back, cover him with his body and feel every inch of him, rock his hips in a lazy rhythm and taste his skin and make it slow and sweet and easy. Because Jedao wants to be railed so that's what he's going to give him.
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"You want it hard?" He slides out most of the way, hissing between his teeth, then slams back in, pulling Jedao towards him at the same time. "And fast?" He repeats the motion, breath stuttering, voice cracking slightly on the last word. "And you want it to... to fucking last?" He leans forward slightly, hands flexing, marking fingerprint bruises into Jedao's hips as he sets up a punishing rhythm. "Not... not gonna go off... go off early this time," he promises, and ignores how much he wants to lean forward over Jedao's back, cover him with his body and feel every inch of him, rock his hips in a lazy rhythm and taste his skin and make it slow and sweet and easy. Because Jedao wants to be railed so that's what he's going to give him.