Fives can't resist the urge to watch as Jedao climbs out of bed, to appreciate the play of muscles under sweat-slicked skin, and the way his breath hitches as he stretches. The knowledge that it's because of him is a warm, satisfying feeling in his chest. He should get up, he knows, but he thinks taking these last few moments to memorize the way Jedao looks, fucked out and tired and sexy as hell--even in the process of wiping lube and sweat and come (oh jesus, his come)--off his ass and thighs, is worth the embarrassment of actually getting chased out.

It takes him completely by surprise when Jedao climbs back onto the bed and wipes him down with the same shirt, and he hisses a little at the over-stimulation, colors a bit in embarrassment at being cleaned like a child... and wants to keep this moment in his memory forever, just for how gentle Jedao's being, and the almost tender look on his face. He barely has time to process that he's been kissed before Jedao's settling in against him, and he reflexively curls an around around him to hold him close, and slings a leg over his at the same time. It's more than he'd ever expected, and it's almost as good as the sex: just getting to curl close against Jedao, feel his warmth and listen to his breath. Press his nose into sweat damp hair and just... breathe him in.

"No sleeping," he agrees again, though his voice is definitely going bleary again. "Just resting."