It feels so good that Jedao drags it out longer than he planned to, all shallow breaths as he rocks just inside Fives' mouth, lets him play within the boundaries Jedao's given him. He lets go and strokes his free hand down the midline of Fives' skull, between the stumps without drawing attention to them, touching his hair in a parallel rhythm.

"Alright, sweetheart. Go ahead and get me ready," Jedao tells him, still rocking gently but not fucking Fives' face outright, letting him savor and show off a little this time.