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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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.