"Which do you want it to be?" he asks, and lifts his head just enough to peer up at Jedao. His eyes are a little red and damp, but his cheeks aren't tear-streaked and Jedao has been spared the full runny-nosed sobbing treatment this time.
Fives shifts up a little and then settles back down on him again, more carefully this time, so he can kiss him properly. "Then it can be both," he decides, still nonsensically before kissing him again, lazy and slow and sweet.
When he finally pulls back he smiles down at him for a moment. "I have an idea for your tattoo." It still hurts a little to think of that, when he can't have his own back, but he wants Jedao to have his mark, and he wants to put it there.
Fives kisses him once more, soft and quick, then settles with his weight propped a little off to the side on one forearm, so he can look down at Jedao and trail his other hand down his scarred chest.
"I was thinking-" He hesitates for a moment, a little uncertain if this will be something Jedao will want. "If you don't mind dragonflies?" He definitely makes that a question. "Uh... five of them, trailing down your spine and staggered a little, like-" His hand comes back up to around Jedao's collarbones and he touches once, lightly, slightly off to the left. "Here-" Another touch, lower down and slightly to right of center. "And here. Not... not a straight line, like they're flying? And, uh... in blue?"
"Five of them," he echoes warmly, excited and pleased, leaning in for another quick kiss. "It's perfect. Your blue?" It's a different shade than the Andan, lighter and brighter.
He can't help but grin at Jedao's reception of his idea, his uncertainty fading almost instantly at his enthusiasm. "Yeah, 501st blue, like on my armor. And... maybe gold accents and highlights? Or green?" That part he's not sure of, he just knows he wants blue to be the dominant color.
"Purple," Jedao says, not even thinking about it, then strokes Fives' bare forearm. "Purple for a promise." That the matching tattoo will be redone someday, no matter when.
Fives shivers and tips his head down against Jedao's shoulder, his chest aching again. But in a good way. It's a strange feeling. "Purple," he agrees, his voice going a little rough. He wants his own tattoos back desperately, but he knows he won't be able to take losing them again the next time he's killed. And he can't really believe there won't be a next time.
"You don't mind? That it'll be big?" Not quite as big as his Rishi eel, but it will take up most of his upper back the way Fives envisions it.
"No. That's perfect." He sighs softly, happily, nuzzles against Fives.
"You don't know how much you - hold me up, just by being you, Fives. But it's right." It's true. He's had so many bodies and so many lies. This time, this last time - he's going to get it right.
"I always want to be there to hold you up, cyar'ika," he murmurs, and tips his head up for another kiss, then settles back down against Jedao's chest. "Am I all right here, or do you need me to move?" He does outweigh him by a lot, after all.
"I like that. I want to do that for you always," he murmurs, and nuzzles at Jedao's neck and jaw, dragging their stubble lightly together and pressing soft, warm kisses to his skin before kissing him on the lips again, slow and tender. He likes that Jedao has taught him this: slow, sweet affection with no timeline or goal.
Jedao shivers a little, loving the contrast of tender motion and rough texture, so different from Fives' rigorous depilation when they first met. He kisses back just the same, soft and languid and easy.
It had taken him some time to be able to relax that standard, less because of anything to do with regulations and more because his facial hair and haircut have been some of the only things he's had any true control over in his life. And he hadn't even had that until he'd been deployed. But he doesn't need those things to assert his individuality here, and he's come to like having the choice to depilate or not, without any real weight to the decision. It had taken him even longer to let his body hair grow out once he'd stopped wearing his blacks, because depilating that was something he'd done since they first started growing body hair and discovered how uncomfortable it could be under the tight body suits. But that's not an issue for him anymore, at least not on the barge... and seeing how much Jedao had liked his chest hair when he'd absently let it go a few days had been more than enough incentive to stop altogether.
Jedao's taught him so much, and helped him adjust to so many changes, and he thinks this might be his favorite lesson from a personal standpoint, as he alternates slow, deep kisses with barely there brushes of his lips or gentle nips to Jedao's lips and jaw. Just because he wants to, because it feels good and he loves Jedao so kriffing much.
"Feel so good," Jedao murmurs as Fives nibbles at his jaw. "Always good with you." He wraps his left hand warm and easy over the back of Fives neck and lets his other hand wander, grip Fives' shoulder, stroke the lines of his spine and scapulae, trace the muscles of his arm.
He doesn't even really notice when he starts getting hard, that's not the point of this at all. It's just about the feel of Jedao under and against him, the warmth of him and the taste of him, the little sounds he makes and the way his hands run over Fives' in turn. It's easy and warm and soft in a way almost nothing in his life has ever been.
"Love having you like this," he answers quietly as he trails along Jedao's jaw to catch his earlobe between his teeth and tug gently. "Just being able to kiss you. And touch you." He slides the hand not supporting his weight along Jedao's upper arm and shoulder, then up into his hair, carding gently through it just to feel the soft strands slip through his fingers.
Jedao makes a soft, quivering noise, somewhere between a whimper and a giggle, fingertips digging into Fives' body as he teeth dig into Jedao's earlobe.
"I wasn't totally sure we'd ever manage it," he admits, fond and silly. "Randy young thing that you are." He strokes a thumb along Fives' deltoids. "Not that that wasn't fun too."
Fives likes that sound a lot, and he nibbles and tugs at Jedao's earlobe again before moving down to mouth his way along the underside of Jedao's jaw. "I don't seem to remember you being any better," he points out smugly as he reaches the muscle running up the side of Jedao's and then nips lightly there as well.
"You're ridiculous," Fives answers, pushing up to look down at him with a warm, pleased smile. "And it's not my fault you're too weak to resist me," he adds, then leans down to kiss Jedao's nose before giving him another proper kiss, deep and slow to forestall any protests for at least a moment.
Jedao makes muffled sounds in his throat, as if he were trying to retort in earnest, but opens his mouth easily, sucking and teasing at Fives tongue, the comedic faux-protest sliding quickly into soft, liquid moans.
Fives muffles his laughter against Jedao's lips, then lets it fade away as Jedao opens for him. And for all that he started this with no goal in mind he can't help rocking just a little into the cradle of Jedao's thighs. The sounds he's making are so beautiful, and the way he's teasing at his tongue is sending warmth curling down his spine. It doesn't have to be more than that, but he has to at least move. Just a little.
Jedao has been a little hard - at least since Fives bit his earlobe, but he doesn't rock back, even if Fives moving against him like that sends a soft shiver through his belly. He drags out the kiss, nibbling gently.
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"Is that a promise or a threat?" he asks, bemused, stroking a hand over Fives' back.
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"I don't care. As long as it's you."
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When he finally pulls back he smiles down at him for a moment. "I have an idea for your tattoo." It still hurts a little to think of that, when he can't have his own back, but he wants Jedao to have his mark, and he wants to put it there.
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"Tell me."
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"I was thinking-" He hesitates for a moment, a little uncertain if this will be something Jedao will want. "If you don't mind dragonflies?" He definitely makes that a question. "Uh... five of them, trailing down your spine and staggered a little, like-" His hand comes back up to around Jedao's collarbones and he touches once, lightly, slightly off to the left. "Here-" Another touch, lower down and slightly to right of center. "And here. Not... not a straight line, like they're flying? And, uh... in blue?"
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"You don't mind? That it'll be big?" Not quite as big as his Rishi eel, but it will take up most of his upper back the way Fives envisions it.
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"You don't know how much you - hold me up, just by being you, Fives. But it's right." It's true. He's had so many bodies and so many lies. This time, this last time - he's going to get it right.
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Jedao's taught him so much, and helped him adjust to so many changes, and he thinks this might be his favorite lesson from a personal standpoint, as he alternates slow, deep kisses with barely there brushes of his lips or gentle nips to Jedao's lips and jaw. Just because he wants to, because it feels good and he loves Jedao so kriffing much.
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"Fives-shei."
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"Love having you like this," he answers quietly as he trails along Jedao's jaw to catch his earlobe between his teeth and tug gently. "Just being able to kiss you. And touch you." He slides the hand not supporting his weight along Jedao's upper arm and shoulder, then up into his hair, carding gently through it just to feel the soft strands slip through his fingers.
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"I wasn't totally sure we'd ever manage it," he admits, fond and silly. "Randy young thing that you are." He strokes a thumb along Fives' deltoids. "Not that that wasn't fun too."
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