He grunts quietly at the bite, shivers and whimpers when Fives plays with his nipples, and all the while he shudders at each hard perfect thrust. His whole back ripples, slightly out of rhythm, with irrepressible pleasure when Fives cock hits his prostate, and then again, and then again, his whole body loose and easy, Fives to maneuver and touch and take. Sometimes his hand spasms, grips a little tighter on Fives' hand, not to convey or request anything, not to say no or there, harder, but simply because Fives is all he has, all he wants, to hold on to.

When Fives cradles his balls he whines, desperately, hips stuttering their small rocking motions, torn between the cascading constant pleasure of Fives driving into him and the intense tender sensations of Fives' hand caressing him. He clenches down, reflexively and then deliberately, pants shallowly, tries to remember enough words to beg.

"Fives, please, oh, oh please, Fives -"