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.
Fives makes himself breathe through his nose as Jedao continues to draw the kiss out. Tells himself to relax and slow down, that there's no agenda here, that it's going nowhere, it's just this and this is perfect as it is. Love and affection and warmth and connection for its own sake.
He sighs as he draws away a little, presses their foreheads together and smiles as he rubs their noses together as well. "Sorry," he murmurs. "Guess I'm still a 'randy young thing', but I'm getting better?"
Fives laughs quietly as Jedao goes cross-eyed, then rubs their noses together again just to see it again. "Good. Because I always want you. Sometimes we'll be sitting in the mess hall and I'll look across at you and you're just... eating or laughing or talking to someone, and out of the black I'm hard as kriffing plasteel and wish I could just drag you across the table and into my lap."
"Yeah?" It's a little uncertain, but his smile goes wider at the thought anyway. "Maybe I will, next time." And maybe he won't, because something like that still feels almost dangerous in some part of his mind, but also... really kriffing incredibly enticing too.
Fives groans at the mental image. Jedao pressed against him, his cock slotted up against his ass as he kisses him and kisses him in a room full of people with no idea. "You're not... doing a kriffing thing to help with me wanting to strip you and fuck you right now," he points out raggedly before ducking down to kiss him again, much less sedately this time. "Or ask you to fuck me."
Fives' answering laugh is low and warm, but it turns into a contented groan as Jedao rolls his hips against him. "So weak," he agrees, grinding back down against him. "You love it."
"You're so kriffing beautiful," Fives murmurs, looking down at him with something akin to awe. "Force, I want to suck you," he adds, completely without thought.
Jedao breathes in slowly - the only way he can, really, with Fives pressing him into the bed like this. He feels so warm and safe and sweet. It had been just a little nerve-wracking when he let Quentin but still, ultimately, good. Very good, albeit more thanks to Quentin's wrecked noises than any beginner's luck in his technique.
Fives doesn't quite realize what he's said until it's too late to take back. An apology is on the tip of his tongue, but Jedao hasn't frozen up, he doesn't look or feel panicked. Just... thoughtful?
He takes a slow breath of his own as he waits for an answer, perfectly prepared to let the subject drop and move on. He goes very very still, his breath stuttering in surprise at Jedao's answer. "Yeah?" He feels like he really needs to make sure, because he'd been absolutely sure the answer would be no.
"I might get rough with you," Jedao...muses, more than warns. That had helped, with Quentin, how complete unlike her it was for Jedao to have that kind of savage control. And unlike the moment - Fives body over him, protecting him in their sanctum, instead of behind enemy lines, instead of horribly exposed. But it could hardly feel farther from taking advantage, either, the gentle easy closeness.
He absolutely beams at the confirmation, and leans down for a quick, almost fierce, kiss. "Rough is fine, cyar'ika," he assures him. "Pull my hair, push me around-" His breath catches for a moment before he adds, "Fuck my throat. I, uh... I like that. A lot." There's something very intimate about the kind of trust involved in letting someone he loves have that kind of control.
"To start, yeah." He grins right back at him, breath hitching a bit in anticipation. "But do what you need to, Jed'ika. So long as it's good for you there's not much that could bother me." And he's so hard he's aching, just at the thought of finally getting his mouth on Jedao, of tasting him and feeling his weight on his tongue, the breathlessness of letting him push into his throat and swallowing him down. He has to duck in for another kiss, this one longer and deeper and a little desperate.
Jedao wraps his arms around Fives, holding him tight for long seconds as they devour each other, only letting go when they break apart so Jedao, at least, can catch his breath.
Fives rocks against Jedao in urgent little pulses, moaning into the kiss, and when they break apart he's flushed and panting.
"Clothes off or on?" he asks breathlessly, much as he wants to just start stripping Jedao. He wants all the skin he can get his hands on, but Jedao's comfort is more important. Fives wants to make sure there's as little chance of triggering a panic attack as possible.
"Off," he says firmly, half wishing Fives weren't giving him time to think about it, but certain of his answer as soon as he does. He tries not to think too much of the party, of clothes used as a lure and a weapon at once, barely divested because they were barely in private.
Nothing to hide behind and nothing to hide from, here, nothing to use, only themselves.
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He sighs as he draws away a little, presses their foreheads together and smiles as he rubs their noses together as well. "Sorry," he murmurs. "Guess I'm still a 'randy young thing', but I'm getting better?"
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"You don't have to apologize for wanting me, darling. It's one of the great gifts of my life."
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"I do."
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"Yeah, alright," he agrees, a little breathy.
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He takes a slow breath of his own as he waits for an answer, perfectly prepared to let the subject drop and move on. He goes very very still, his breath stuttering in surprise at Jedao's answer. "Yeah?" He feels like he really needs to make sure, because he'd been absolutely sure the answer would be no.
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"At some point. That okay?"
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"Clothes off or on?" he asks breathlessly, much as he wants to just start stripping Jedao. He wants all the skin he can get his hands on, but Jedao's comfort is more important. Fives wants to make sure there's as little chance of triggering a panic attack as possible.
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Nothing to hide behind and nothing to hide from, here, nothing to use, only themselves.
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