Jedao's reaction makes it more than worth it, and it doesn't do Fives' bruised ego any harm either. It's more than incentive enough for him to keep up a blistering pace, sweat running down his back and chest and sticking his short hair to his head, making his grip at Jedao's hips slick as he pulls him back into almost vicious thrusts. And it feels good, feels amazing; the grasping drag at his cock every time he pulls most of the way out, the incredible tight heat of Jedao's body around him as he slams back in.

The sounds Jedao makes go straight to his balls, and the sight of his muscles flexing and rippling under his sweat-slick skin is too much, Fives has to touch, and he frees one hand to splay wide over the small of Jedao's back, feeling his movements. "So fucking gorgeous," he gasps, voice catching at the end as he slams in again, and this time he slides his hand down between them. Trails his fingers in fascination over the place they're joined.