He doesn't need to move them, the sharp bite of them into his skin is more than enough--more than enough to make him wish they had time to do this again, because he knows he could get hard again in fucking minutes for this. But that's not what this is about, and he groans into Jedao's mouth as he focuses on the feel of him in his hand, hard and slick and perfect, on the twist and drag of stroking him; brushing his thumb across the head of Jedao's dick on the downstroke, dragging the heel of his hand over it, pulling Jedao's foreskin with it, on ever upstroke. Feeling Jedao buck into his grip, moan into his mouth, come apart, silently, beneath him... though Fives makes up for it with the deep, wracking groan he muffles into Jedao's mouth as he feels his nails split his skin.