Fives' head tips back onto Jedao's shoulder and his eyes squeeze shut as he jerks up into Jedao's grip, into Quentin's weight over him. And just that's almost too much, but then Jedao's opening the cockring and sinking his teeth into him and he comes so hard he almost blacks out and absolutely soundless as thick ropes of come spatter both his and Quentin's bellies and chests, and all the way up to his cheek and jaw. He's learned in his time on the barge that it's safe to make noise, but he's too far gone right now for anything but deep-seated instinct and that means silence other than his labored breathing, though there's enough of him there to reach blindly for Quentin's thigh, while his other hand keeps clenching bruisingly into Jedao's.