His eyes open, barely, watching Fives through thin slits as his strokes slow and then leave off, as he arches a little more, arms raising above his head, a long deliberate stretch.
"Go on, if you want to," he murmurs, not quite a whisper, quiet with Jedao's caution, like his own fears are something lulled to sleep by pleasure, a baying animal he can creep past if only he doesn't disturb it.
Jedao doesn't have to tell him twice, Fives is scrabbling almost frantically at the still awkwardly unfamiliar fly of his jeans before Jedao's even finished speaking, pulling himself out with a hiss of pleasure-pain as dried come pulls at sensitive skin and hair. He doesn't take his eyes off Jedao for a moment, can't think of anything but how kriffing gorgeous he looks lying there, rumpled and sated and spattered in his own come. Except maybe how he'd look even better if it was Fives' come.
He has himself in an almost brutally tight grip, hips jerking into each stroke as he imagines it's Jedao's hand on him or Jedao's body beneath him. Every breath is a rasping moan and he feels almost lightheaded, like he can't quite catch his breath as his second orgasm in less than an hour builds under his skin like seismic waves, trembling along his nerves and sending jolting shocks through his muscles that set them to twitching.
"J-Jed'ika!" It's another high, keening whine as the building pressure suddenly breaks and he comes, all over his hand and belly, his open jeans, even his shoes and the floor. His hand's shaking as he strokes himself through it, and he's not sure just how long his trembling legs are going to hold him up, but he doesn't once take his eyes off Jedao as he finally slows his strokes and slumps back against the wall.
His mouth is slightly open, just breathing in as he watches, rapt, licking his lips momentarily, tasting Fives on the air, remembering exactly what he tasted like during the flood, the same body under years more of pain and loneliness. But this - his Fives, straining toward him, calling his name. Jedao feels like his mind is empty, a blasted-out building with the wind skittering through, and nothing left to fuss about. He can just watch, just be.
He wriggles out of his pants after a few seconds, swipes himself clean and tosses them to a corner to deal with later, and imagines - what if he walked across the room right now, what if he pressed himself back into Fives' arms, against his chest, what if Jedao kissed him back down - he aches wanting it, and knows just as surely that he wouldn't be able to go through with it for long enough. He sits on the edge of the bed instead, tries to tap in his usual shamelessness for nudity. As long as he stays where he is, it mostly works.
"You're so beautiful," he says softly, all awestruck-truth, letting himself know it all over again.
Fives slumps against the wall, his bare, sweat-damp chest heaving with his panting breaths and his racing heart as he watches Jedao with a slightly unfocused gaze. He makes a quiet, almost hurt noise when Jedao strips off his pants, the desire to touch a nearly overwhelming ache, but keeps himself pressed to the door. He wants to explore every centimeter of that beautifully bared skin, memorize it with his hands and his lips, not as something from an only mostly-remembered dream of a life that never happened.
He huffs a laugh, breathless and a little cracked, at even the idea that he might be anything like beautiful, though it's not because he thinks he's un attractive. It's just that he's a mass of muscles and scars that probably lends itself more to impressive or imposing, possibly handsome... not beautiful. That's a word he associates with grace and delicacy and... elegance.
"You've fired your brains, or maybe your taste, out your dick when you came, Jed'ika," he teases, fond and warm and still a little bit shaky as he smiles at him. He has no intention of moving for as long as he can have this: Jedao sitting there, bare and gorgeous and looking at him like he hung the kriffing stars.
"I know what I like," Jedao insists warmly, a little bit too earnest to be smug. Muscles and scars and the shine off Fives' skin are quite a lot of what he likes.
He can't quite muster a laugh this time, just lets out a slow, shaky breath and stares dopily at Jedao, looking something like a massively overgrown, lovestruck teenager.
"... thank you," he finally murmurs, and about the same time finally musters the presence of mind to wipe his hand off on the leg of his thoroughly soiled jeans. He's a sticky, disgusting mess, and he should probably shower sooner rather than later, but he's having a hard time caring.
It's filthy, in a way that Jedao finds one part mouthwatering and two parts comical, although the fact that he already came is probably influencing those proportions.
Fives looks so happy. He looks - safe. He doesn't look like Jedao hurt him, even though Jedao knows how much he wanted more than he got.
"I really want you to come on my skin next time."
His stomach drops, but not until a good two or three seconds after the words leave his mouth, not until he hears them played back, and he breathes through it. He does want that. He desperately does, and good things come to -
He's too much of a mess to actually pull his pants back up, and pushing them down would probably be too much for Jedao to handle, so he just stays where he is, looking vaguely ridiculous but giving absolutely no fucks about it. He'll stand here covered in his own cooling come for as long as Jedao is comfortable enough to let him look at him, to be with him, like this.
... and then he has to go and say that, and Fives can't quite bite back a groan, or do a damn thing about the way his cock twitches in a valiant attempt to harden again. Because Force, the things just the idea of it does to him, and he's looking decidedly less dopily infatuated and shifting a little towards predatory at the thought of it.
He shifts a little restlessly, mouth suddenly dry, and has to lick his lips before he can answer. "Then... then next time that's what we'll plan on, cyar'ika," he finally manages, and he doesn't even care that his voice cracks a little at the start.
"You can take your pants off," Jedao tells him, after a few more seconds, because the way he's shifting, just a little awkwardly - "Not that you don't have wonderful kneecaps, but they aren't going to fry my composure when your cock's already out."
His laugh positively rumbles out of him, low and warm and inexpressibly pleased at Jedao's teasing.
"I don't know, Jed'ika, I've been told my knees are pretty irresistible." He hasn't, of course, but that's beside the point, and he's already toeing out of his boots so he can push his jeans the rest of the way down and step out of them. "Force, I'm a mess," he adds, and the way he's grinning makes it clear he couldn't really care less.
His mouth goes a little bit dry. He lets himself swallow, tries simultaneously to ignore and listen to the falling-away-feeling in his stomach, which is a weird combination.
"...too soon to say yes. But not too soon to ask." That's important; he's glad Fives can ask. He'll be able to say yes sooner than ask himself.
"Yeah?" Just being able to ask feels like such a huge thing. Like they're actually going to get there some day, and his smile widens as he looks up again... then catches his breath at the invitation.
"Definitely." He kicks his boots and jeans out of the way in the small space of the cabin then takes the two steps needed to drop to his knees in front of Jedao and lean in for a kiss.
Fives mirrors Jedao's touch, one big hand cupping Jedao's cheek like he's something precious, and melts into the kiss. He's utterly content for the moment, and he hums under his breath in satisfaction as he settles his other hand lightly on Jedao's bare hip. It's not quite thoughtless, but there's no intent behind it other than touch.
"I will," he promises, smiling warmly and rocking their foreheads together. It feels... good. So good, to be given this chance, to hold Jedao's trust like something precious and fragile.
Fives laughs quietly and drops a kiss to the tip of his nose, squeezes his hip, and reluctantly pulls away. "You're beautiful like this, you know," he murmurs, then pushes to his feet and turns to grab fresh clothes from one of the small lockers... and doesn't bother putting anything on before he turns to the door and pads quietly out into the hallway. He doesn't get body modesty, or see any need for clothes when he's only going the short distance to the showers.
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"Go on, if you want to," he murmurs, not quite a whisper, quiet with Jedao's caution, like his own fears are something lulled to sleep by pleasure, a baying animal he can creep past if only he doesn't disturb it.
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He has himself in an almost brutally tight grip, hips jerking into each stroke as he imagines it's Jedao's hand on him or Jedao's body beneath him. Every breath is a rasping moan and he feels almost lightheaded, like he can't quite catch his breath as his second orgasm in less than an hour builds under his skin like seismic waves, trembling along his nerves and sending jolting shocks through his muscles that set them to twitching.
"J-Jed'ika!" It's another high, keening whine as the building pressure suddenly breaks and he comes, all over his hand and belly, his open jeans, even his shoes and the floor. His hand's shaking as he strokes himself through it, and he's not sure just how long his trembling legs are going to hold him up, but he doesn't once take his eyes off Jedao as he finally slows his strokes and slumps back against the wall.
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He wriggles out of his pants after a few seconds, swipes himself clean and tosses them to a corner to deal with later, and imagines - what if he walked across the room right now, what if he pressed himself back into Fives' arms, against his chest, what if Jedao kissed him back down - he aches wanting it, and knows just as surely that he wouldn't be able to go through with it for long enough. He sits on the edge of the bed instead, tries to tap in his usual shamelessness for nudity. As long as he stays where he is, it mostly works.
"You're so beautiful," he says softly, all awestruck-truth, letting himself know it all over again.
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He huffs a laugh, breathless and a little cracked, at even the idea that he might be anything like beautiful, though it's not because he thinks he's un attractive. It's just that he's a mass of muscles and scars that probably lends itself more to impressive or imposing, possibly handsome... not beautiful. That's a word he associates with grace and delicacy and... elegance.
"You've fired your brains, or maybe your taste, out your dick when you came, Jed'ika," he teases, fond and warm and still a little bit shaky as he smiles at him. He has no intention of moving for as long as he can have this: Jedao sitting there, bare and gorgeous and looking at him like he hung the kriffing stars.
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"... thank you," he finally murmurs, and about the same time finally musters the presence of mind to wipe his hand off on the leg of his thoroughly soiled jeans. He's a sticky, disgusting mess, and he should probably shower sooner rather than later, but he's having a hard time caring.
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Fives looks so happy. He looks - safe. He doesn't look like Jedao hurt him, even though Jedao knows how much he wanted more than he got.
"I really want you to come on my skin next time."
His stomach drops, but not until a good two or three seconds after the words leave his mouth, not until he hears them played back, and he breathes through it. He does want that. He desperately does, and good things come to -
- to those who listen, and those who push.
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... and then he has to go and say that, and Fives can't quite bite back a groan, or do a damn thing about the way his cock twitches in a valiant attempt to harden again. Because Force, the things just the idea of it does to him, and he's looking decidedly less dopily infatuated and shifting a little towards predatory at the thought of it.
He shifts a little restlessly, mouth suddenly dry, and has to lick his lips before he can answer. "Then... then next time that's what we'll plan on, cyar'ika," he finally manages, and he doesn't even care that his voice cracks a little at the start.
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"I don't know, Jed'ika, I've been told my knees are pretty irresistible." He hasn't, of course, but that's beside the point, and he's already toeing out of his boots so he can push his jeans the rest of the way down and step out of them. "Force, I'm a mess," he adds, and the way he's grinning makes it clear he couldn't really care less.
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"...too soon to say yes. But not too soon to ask." That's important; he's glad Fives can ask. He'll be able to say yes sooner than ask himself.
Breathe. Breathe.
"Come here and kiss me, before you go?"
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"Definitely." He kicks his boots and jeans out of the way in the small space of the cabin then takes the two steps needed to drop to his knees in front of Jedao and lean in for a kiss.
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"Definitely yeah," he echoes, after he finally pulls back.
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"Keep asking," he urges, just in case it wasn't crystal clear.
Then he yawns. Then he laughs, softly.
"I'm going to nap. Go clean up, cyar'ika."
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Fives laughs quietly and drops a kiss to the tip of his nose, squeezes his hip, and reluctantly pulls away. "You're beautiful like this, you know," he murmurs, then pushes to his feet and turns to grab fresh clothes from one of the small lockers... and doesn't bother putting anything on before he turns to the door and pads quietly out into the hallway. He doesn't get body modesty, or see any need for clothes when he's only going the short distance to the showers.