Fives rocks his hips into the touch with a quiet groan that's mostly muffled against Jedao's hair, still more asleep than not and reacting on instinct to the sweet pressure and friction. That changes abruptly when Jedao squeezes, and his eyes fly open with an offended yelp. At approximately the same time he knees Jedao reflexively in the thigh and then bites down on the hand covering his mouth, not awake enough yet to have any real idea of where he is and what's going on or why someone's covering his mouth and trying to crush his dick.