Fives slumps beneath Jedao, wrung out and sated. His breathing is ragged and harsh and he cranes his neck so he can press his lips tup Jedao's temple before collapsing back again.
He's quiet for a moment, catching his breath, corralling his thoughts, and then- "Now?" he asks, voice strained. "Can you... do it now?" He knows Jedao a his knife within reach; he always has a knife within reach.
He can't manage to feel guilty for the request, he wants it now, while they're joined still, close and beyond infinite intimate. Wants to feel Jedao in him and against him as he slips the knife between his ribs. He knows it's probably perverse that his cock twitches faintly at the thought, not even soft yet and not likely to get that way until his blood's called for elsewhere.
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He's quiet for a moment, catching his breath, corralling his thoughts, and then- "Now?" he asks, voice strained. "Can you... do it now?" He knows Jedao a his knife within reach; he always has a knife within reach.
He can't manage to feel guilty for the request, he wants it now, while they're joined still, close and beyond infinite intimate. Wants to feel Jedao in him and against him as he slips the knife between his ribs. He knows it's probably perverse that his cock twitches faintly at the thought, not even soft yet and not likely to get that way until his blood's called for elsewhere.