It takes Fives a moment to catch the hint, to even notice it past shuddering aftershocks of pleasure and the fucked out lethargy that's finally starting to catch up to him. But once he does he tips his head obligingly and catches Jedao's lips with a deep, satisfied sigh.

By the time the kiss breaks he's shaking a little from the exertion, and he just...tips sideways with a groan, carrying Jedao right along with him as he collapses onto the bed. Conveniently--and quite honestly not intentionally--well away from the wet spot.

"You've fucked me to death," he murmurs, and his voice is a hoarse, fucked out rasp, the words almost slurred. "Gonna jus' die here," he adds, and pulls Jedao tight against his chest so he can nuzzle his face into the nape of his neck.