This is probably as close to perfect as things can get right now, as far as Fives is concerned; he can still (with significant effort) pound almost brutally up into Jedao, rocking his whole body with each thrust, while getting to feel every shiver of reaction, every gasp and moan and hitched breath vibrating right through him where they're pressed together. He takes advantage of Jedao's tipped head, mouths along the tight line of the tendon at the side of his neck, bites hard into the perfect swell of his trapezius, and lets his hands roam as they will. Pinches (lightly) at Jedao's nipples with one hand, smooths the other across his belly and down his thigh, reveling in the feel of Jedao's hand pressed over it, tracking his movements.

"So perfect," he whispers, breathless and strained. "Jesus, so... so fucking tight... and sweet... and perfect. Wanna... wanna feel you come... feel how tight you'll be-" He doesn't have the breath for more, not in this position, not if he's going to give Jedao the pounding he wants. It's probably just as well since he'd doubtless embarrass himself with what fell out of his mouth. He slides his hand down between Jedao's legs and hefts his balls, rolls them carefully and presses behind them, but doesn't let himself reach for his cock, no matter how much he wants to feel it in his hand, hard and hot and slick with precome.