He's been naked in front of other boys and men so many times, a lifetime of sports and locker rooms and public showers, but never like this. Never with the heavy weight of someone's focused attention on him. Intent. Wanting. It sends a shiver across his skin, gooseflesh rising to pebble his arms and chest and shoulders, nipples hardening into dark peaks, and his cock twitches, the damp spot on his underwear visibly expanding.
He has to make himself look up to Jedao's face again, away from the heavy weight of his balls, the perfect, rigid line of his cock rising from its nest of dark curls... and his finger disappearing into his body, the puckered flesh around it glistening with lube. Licks his lips again and pushes his own underwear down, hissing sharply as he catches himself in the waistband in his hurry. But then they're down and out of the way, and he kicks them off onto the floor as puts a knee up on the bed. Doesn't even realize he's still got his dark dress socks on, a ridiculous sight when he's otherwise completely naked. Wouldn't likely have cared even if he did, though.
Fives leans over Jedao, tentative again now that he's right there, everything he wants within reach, and reaches out to slide one big, blunt-fingered hand up Jedao's thigh, from knee to hip. His eyes slip half shut of their own accord and his breath shudders raggedly out again. "Oh jesus you're beautiful," he murmurs, and leans down to press his lips to the the center of Jedao's chest as he lets his hand slip cautiously inward, following the line where Jedao's thigh meets his hip, fingers brushing through coarse hair. His thumb grazing along Jedao's balls draws a groan out of him, and he leans up to catch the older man's lips instead as his hand continues in. When finally, gently, he brushes along the spot where Jedao's working himself open he jerks and whimpers, his own cock just barely grazing Jedao's hip at the movement, leaving a damp trail on his skin.
He gets the leg Fives isn't touching bent up a little, foot flat against the mattress so he has at least a little leverage. His breath hisses out of him when Fives' hand finally meets his skin, a ragged barely-leashed noise as he presses back into the touch, chest shifting under Fives' kiss as he gasps. He jerks a little when Fives' thumb touches his sac, bites the inside of his cheek hard enough at the electric zing of contact that there's a faint coppery taste when Fives kisses him, when he kisses lewdly, desperately back.
It's on the tip of his tongue to ask if Fives is sure - he's known enough guys who considered prep mostly a chore - but he isn't stupid enough to say it, not with the noises Fives is making, not with the way his eyes were mesmerized or the gentleness of his tentative touch. Jedao slips his finger back out and takes hold of Fives' hand instead, keeps it right there, Fives' big gorgeous fingers just barely pressing against the sensitive skin of his entrance.
"It's been a while," he warns, hoarsely, against Fives cheek, as he presses the tube of K-Y vaguely against the unbelievably cut plane of Fives' stomach. "Go slow."
There's absolutely nothing about this Fives considers a chore; it's all a miracle and a revelation. Things that, at just nineteen, he's already been telling himself for years he can never expect to have. Should never even allow himself to want. And everything about Jedao's reactions is just winding him up more, desperate and aching with want.
Even the faint taste of blood in the kiss, familiar from years of rugby--split lips, bitten tongue, loose teeth--just makes him moan and lick in deeper. He stills when he feels Jedao finger pull free, shivers when Jedao catches his hand with lube-slick fingers, and pulls away from the kiss to bury his face in Jedao's neck with a deep, almost tearing groan when Jedao guides his fingers to that delicate skin.
He's shivering in reaction, so focused on the hot skin his fingers are pressed against that he's barely even aware of the fact he's rocking against Jedao, dragging his cock along his hip in tiny, urgent motions. "I will," he almost croaks, shifting a little awkwardly so he can free his other hand from supporting his weight over Jedao and take the tube of KY in a faintly tremoring grip.
He pushes himself up all the way onto his knees, his cock drawn right up against his belly, pre-come pearling at the tip, and pops the cap of the KY open. Pulls his other hand reluctantly away from Jedao's entrance and squeezes a liberal amount onto his fingers. He's never done this for someone else, but he's tried it (carefully, clandestinely, guiltily) for himself and knows that more is always better.
"T-tell me if you need me to... to stop." He's not quite stammering, but his voice is thick and low and rough, and he meets Jedao's with a desperately heated look before shifting his attention lower, focused entirely on where he's slowly, carefully, working one thick, blunt finger into the clutching heat of Jedao's body.
"Yeah, I'll let you kn- oh, oh fuck," he promises, then chokes. Fives' fingers are thicker than his, but most of all they're just different. The sudden feeling of someone else touching him so intimately is overwhelming, amazing, as impossible to replicate alone as tickling himself would be. He clenches reflexively, teeth grinding in sympathetic harmony, then relaxes.
Fives goes absolutely still when Jedao chokes, not sure if it's good or bad. He can't stifle a groan as Jedao's body clenches around his finger, though; it's impossible not to imagine it's his cock in its place , and it's all he can do to resist the urge to reach down with his free hand and stroke himself.
It's a relief--and a disappointment--when Jedao relaxes around him, when he speaks and Fives can hear the arousal in his voice, even if he sounds irrationally annoyed as well. He lays his other hand on Jedao's hip, not holding him in place, just stroking the thin skin there, feeling the quiver of the muscles beneath the almost non-existent layer of fat... imagining putting his mouth there. Or on Jedao's cock. Hearing what noises he'd make then.
"You make that sound like a bad thing," he teases, voice rough and unsteady and lips tipping up into a smile as he starts to ease his finger in again. He twists it experimentally, marveling at the velvety heat of Jedao's body surrounding him, even if it's just the first joint and change of one finger. And much as he wants this, this moment right now, the intimacy of being allowed to open up Jedao's body for him, he's almost quivering with how desperately he wants to replace his finger with his dick.
"I'm just -" he breaks off, moaning softly when Fives twists his finger, turning his face to the side without actually being able to hide it in the pillow, a tendon in his neck leaping into taut definition.
"Yes, do that again, come on," he mumbles, hisses a breath in and out through his teeth, then huffs, a quiet rueful laugh.
"I'm just being petty, don't pay attention to that."
Oh. A soft, almost reverent gasp escapes him at Jedao's reaction. He doesn't need Jedao's command to motivate him, he's twisting his finger again, sliding it a little deeper, breath coming harsh and panting as he focuses on committing every last detail of this to memory.
"You're... you're fucking beautiful," he almost whispers, embarrassed by the words but incapable of holding them in as he slides his other hand up higher, splays it wide over the flat plane of Jedao's belly. Lets his fingers graze the bottom of his rib cage... and his thumb stretch down, tentative but inexorable, to brush at the head of Jedao's cock as he slips his finger back out a little ways then slides it in again, smooth and slow and with that same careful twist, and an added crook of his fingertip as he explores.
"Ah - fuck, fuck -" He twitches when Fives touches his cock, clenching again on Fives' finger. He snakes a hand down viper-quick past Fives' hand, squeezes himself hard, breathes carefully, then gives himself a slow, firm stroke. "Don't tease like that, I don't want to come until you're railing me," he orders, reaching for Fives' wrist to encourage him toward a less delicate touch, Jedao's thumb rubbing along the line of Fives' ulna once he finds his grip.
"You are too," he murmurs, softer, almost to himself.
Fives moans and own hips jerk helplessly against empty air as he watches Jedao grab his cock, watches the sweet slide of his hand as he strokes himself. He wants it to be his hand, wants to lean down and taste, but he knows if he lets himself he won't be able to stop, and he wants what Jedao's offering even more.
Jedao's hand at his wrist reminds him of what he's supposed to be doing. "Sorry, I-" Fives bites at his lip, shifting restlessly. "I'm sorry, I... I won't." He shivers at the firm brush of Jedao's thumb along his skin, at the unmistakable urging to move faster, be last tentative, and this time he slides his finger in--slow but steady--all the way, until he can rub easily at the tender skin behind Jedao's balls as he crooks his finger searchingly. He knows what he's looking for in himself, he's never had the opportunity to try this on someone else.
"You don't have anything to be sorry for," Jedao murmurs, firmly but warmly, giving Fives' wrist another squeeze before letting go. "I hadn't told you yet."
Jedao can tell what Fives is trying to do, starts to say, "Yeah, just a little - " and then becomes completely stymied at trying to figure out how to give clear directions, has a sudden absurd mental image of his first drill sergeant yelling out left turns, and all the green idiots getting their left and officer's left all mixed up. He ducks his head in a half-muffed, bubbling laugh, and then moves himself instead, tilts his hips just right so that Fives' fingertip is brushing his prostate.
Pleasure lances through him, pure and defeaning. His head drops back onto the pillow, his spine arches, his toes curl helplessly.
Fives isn't sure what to make of the laugh, if he's doing so badly at this it's laughable or what, and he's on the verge of apologizing again despite Jedao's assurances when that all whites out at the image of Jedao arched and quivering in helpless pleasure. He groans deep in his chest and has to mirror Jedao's movement of just a few moments ago, reaching to squeeze his dick hard even as he crooks his finger again, brushing across the spot Jedao had so helpfully guided him to.
He gasps and quivers, gulps air, goes rigid and then boneless.
His chest is streaked with sweat now, his hair wild where he kept tossing his head, his knees splayed awkwardly in the latest languid collapse. Pre drips down the side of his cock, slick and and almost tickling. His body tries to tell him that Fives could fuck him right now, the way he feels hollowed-out and easy, but Jedao knows better. But he is ready for more.
"Christ on a bike, that's good," he mumbles, sounds almost drunk with it. "Two fingers now, go ahead."
Fives can't resist, he leans down and licks a trail up the center of Jedao's chest, groaning in satisfaction at the salt-sweat taste of him, at the feel of his body taut and then abruptly languid and almost boneless beneath him. He's panting and quivering, chest and neck flushed dark with his arousal and his own cock slick with pre-come.
He just barely has the presence of mind to retrieve the tube from where he'd dropped it on the bed and squeeze some more slick onto his fingers as he slides the first one most of the way out. "So... so fucking perfect," he whispers as he presses two fingers to Jedao's quivering entrance with gentle, steady pressure though this time, instead of watching his them disappear into the grip of Jedao's body, he stretches down to catch Jedao's lips and kiss him with eager, artless hunger.
Two is - more. It doesn't seem, abstractly, that it could feel like that much more but it does, a blunt obtrusive discomfort, a more insistent stretch, even as heat ripples over his skin in excitement at the intrusion, even as the air tingles in cool contrast in the wake of Fives' slick tongue, his warm breath.
Jedao rocks against Fives' fingers, moderating the pace a little, delaying when he needs to, panting against Fives' mouth, accelerating when the coiling hunger in his body overpowers its resistance. He gets a hand against the side of Fives' face, means to guide him a little there, too, but ends up just stroking, just caressing, hypnotized by the edge of his occipital bone, the texture of his skin.
Somewhere along the line his awkwardness and uncertainty fades, overcome by Jedao's easy responsiveness, his undeniable eagerness and certainty. The feel of Jedao's body opening for him like this is the most amazing thing he's ever experienced, the way that tight ring of muscle eases gradually for the intrusion, the way he goes tense and shuddering and then lax every time Fives brushes at his prostate with thick, nimble fingers.
It's absolutely perfect and completely overwhelming, and Fives can't stop himself from rocking against Jedao's hip, quick, urgent little strokes that leave slick trails of rapidly cooling precome smeared along Jedao's skin. He's starting to worry he isn't going to least even long enough to get his dick in Jedao, let alone long enough to make him come, but even the dread of that particular humiliation creeping into the periphery of his thoughts isn't enough to keep him still.
"Ah... fuck-" He nips at Jedao's bottom lip, then the sharp line of his jaw, shivering at the rasp of stubble against his lips, the slick-hot drag of his cock along Jedao's flank, the sweet grip of Jedao's body at his fingers. "The way... the way you fucking feel."
"I feel amazing," Jedao says, half crooned confession, half terribly smug pun, and then he giggles at his own joke, nuzzling Fives' cheek in return. He catches Fives' lip with his teeth, sucks on it for a moment, lets it drag slowly out of his bite. Fives' cock against his hip feels stunningly good, the heft and heat and weight of it a constant delicious reminder of what's next; Jedao is stunned.
"Let me - let me up, I should be on my knees for three, and that should do it -" Fives is big, but he's big all over, and that many fingers will stretch Jedao wonderfully wide; his breath stutters imagining it, and soon, soon - "Fuck, I want you so badly."
This time Fives doesn't misinterpret the humor, and his eyes squeeze shut as he laughs quietly but helplessly at Jedao's ridiculous joke. "Yeah... yeah, you do," he agrees warmly once Jedao releases his lip.
He's about to press in for another kiss when Jedao makes his announcement and he stills, quivering at the thought. Jedao up on his knees for him, stretched wide and wet and ready: he has to reach down to squeeze himself again, groaning and shifting and panting with almost desperate want.
"Yeah-" It's a hoarse rasp, and it takes him a moment longer to release himself and shift back up onto his knees, looming over Jedao and shifting his attention to where his fingers are pressed into him. "Yeah, just-" He eases them free, biting his lip at the way it feels like Jedao's body is clutching at them, trying not to imagine what that will feel like around his cock.
He makes a low, soft, aching noise, halfway between a groan and a whimper, as if to corroborate Fives' suspicions. Jedao feels empty now, deserted, incomplete, and he scrambles shakily to get himself turned over, the muscles shifting in his back and shoulders as he gets his arms under him, weight shifting as he gets his knees spread apart.
"Put - put your other hand on my back," he instructs, some weird bad instinct tweaking a little at knowing Fives is behind him and not seeing him, the shapes of their shadows tangled unrecognizably between the plain overhead lights and the rumpled mounds and valleys of the sheets. He just needs - more touch, a clear point of reference, a way to place Fives apart from what Fives is doing to him.
It's all Fives can do not to simply blanket himself over Jedao's back the moment he settles, press against all that glorious, warm skin and shifting muscle. He wants to feel it against him almost desperately. But he wants, holding himself in a brutally quelling grip, until Jedao's settled, gaze roving over his wiry frame and mouth almost watering, and then reaches out to splay one hand at the small of his back as instructed.
He's so damn beautiful, and he wants to tell him so but it feels like it would be ridiculous, too much, but he does let himself appreciate. The way Jedao's dick and balls hang heavy between his legs, dark and flushed and perfect, the dip at the hollow of his back and the way the light sheen of sweat on his skin highlights his muscles. He's not bulky, could maybe do with putting on a few pounds, even, but he's all slim muscle and taut skin and beautifully proportioned.
Fives leans in to press his mouth to the curve of one ass cheek, lets his tongue drag over the skin before he nips lightly, just hard enough to leave a rapidly fading imprint of his teeth. At the same time he reaches between Jedao's legs with his other hand, caresses his balls, hefting their weight and groaning in pleasure, hips twitching so his cock drags along Jedao's flank again. He's panting into Jedao's skin as he drags his fingers back from there, along the smooth, delicate skin behind his balls, circles his thumb around his opening and groans again at the feel of it fluttering at his touch.
"Fuck," he rasps, and pulls both hands away for a moment, though he keeps his mouth pressed to Jedao's skin as he reaches blindly for the KY where he'd dropped it last. "Need more... more slick." He's not going to fuck this up now, but it only takes a moment to snap it open, smear his fingers again, drop the tube, and then both his hands are back. Big fingers circling Jedao's hole again, pulling gently at the rim.
"So fucking perfect," he murmurs, ragged and absolutely involuntary. "Breathe for me," he adds, and then presses three fingers slowly, steadily, against the fluttering resistance of Jedao's entrance, while his other hand strokes almost jerkily along Jedao's lower back and Fives pants for breath, clings desperately to some kind of restraint, as he kneels up again to watch his fingers slipping inexorably into Jedao's body.
He makes a sharp, surprised little noise at the bite, something that in a higher-pitched voice would possibly qualify as a squeak, but it tumbles into a low groan as he rocks his hips back against Fives' thumb, aching for more.
You're so sweet, he'd said before, all fondness, but he's grateful for it now, for more thoughtfulness than he really expected from a teenager, even one as gracious and intelligent as Fives has proved in the last few days. Jedao tries to take the reminder to heart. He knows to breathe but it's easy to forget, with how wound up he is, with how long it's been and how hard it is to think. He breathes slow and shallow, long pulls between his teeth like a silk scarf pulled through a ring.
The sound he makes when Fives' fingers work in sounds crushed out of him, wrecked and oozing like oil from an olive press. He has to keep breathing, and he tries, even though it feels like he can't manage anything except keeping his elbows locked as he shudders. The stretch feels impossible, unbearable, even though he's so slick and keyed up that it barely hurts at all, smolders instead of burns, strains in the best way. He hangs his head, pants hard, entirely in his body and of his body, rocks so shallowly, torn between his desperation to adjust and the always-too-much intensity of being pried open.
And then, like a switch flipping somewhere between the nodes of his spine, his body adjusts, accepts, needs more.
Fives jerks helplessly against Jedao when he makes those noises, like the sound goes right to his balls and pulls, and he leaves a series of glistening trails of pre-come along Jedao's skin with every jerky, uncoordinated little thrust. It's hard to remember he needs to go slow, needs to make this good--he doesn't want Jedao to have reason to regret this--when almost all he can think of at this point is how perfect and hot and tight Jedao will feel around his cock when he finally pushes in. How much he wants to slide home and then pound into him, hard and fast and relentless.
His whole body's trembling slightly, sweat slicking his skin and trickling down between his pecks and the hollows of his abs, pooling at the small of his back where he's bent forward just enough to let it gather. His whole world feels like it's been focused down to nothing but want and the heat of Jedao's body clenching around his fingers, and he wants to ask is this enough? and please? and he's about to. Trying to find the words, and the voice to speak them in, when Jedao beats him to the punch.
"Yes," he manages to croak, and, "fuck," and, "please." Slurred and ragged and barely audible as he pulls his fingers free with less care than he should have used, scrambles almost desperately to position himself behind Jedao. He'd imagined this differently, Jedao on his back so he could lean over him, lick into his mouth and swallow his sounds as he pressed into him, but all he cares about right now is getting into him, anyway he can.
He barely has the presence of mind to grab the KY again, to squeeze out an almost ludicrous amount and stroke it over his cock with a hiss that turns into a groan, jerking into his own loose fist. "God... fuck... wanna fuck you... wanna be in you-" It's rambling and disjointed, pushed out on short, panting breaths as he kneels behind Jedao, one big hand on his hip, gripping him, and the other on his own cock, guiding himself to Jedao's entrance, and there's no way to describe the sound he makes as he starts to push the head of his cock against Jedao's grasping hole as anything but a whimper.
Jedao picked the position on purpose; partly because it's simple, because it gives Fives easy leverage to slam into him just the way he wants, but most of all because he doesn't want anyone looking at his face right now. Jedao lives his life with his entire mind neatly patterned on the confidential compartments of military information he works with, volatile truths kept side by side in rigidly separate realms, with access carefully controlled. He's let Fives see him vulnerable, sensual, needy and shameless, but this is something else again. Destroy after reading, Jedao thinks, as if he could peel his face off like a carbon copy, shred it, and start again after with a blank one. Or whatever tier would be above for your eyes only. No eyes. He can close his own eyes and not make any difference, not be at a disadvantage. He can let his guard all the way down, with no one in front of him to see.
He whines when Fives' fingers withdraw, less for the roughness of it than the simple necessity, swallows haplessly as he waits for Fives to slick himself, the few seconds of emptiness feeling interminable, the faint wet noises sending shivers up his slightly protruding spine.
"Yeah, please, come on - you did so good, I can take it," he promises, equally disjointed, sometimes talking over Fives and sometimes not. He sucks in air, a low visceral gasp, when Fives' cockhead breaches into him, pops in easily past his well-stretched rim. He bites his own lip again, hard, struggling not to curse because he wants to hear that whimper, savors it almost as much as the thick insistent pressure filling him up.
He pushes back, just a little, takes Fives a little deeper, and it's perfect, and it isn't nearly enough. "Move, baby, give it to me, fuck me, you feel so good -"
It's just as amazing as he'd imagined--tight, hot, velvety and grasping--and he works his way in with short, jerky thrusts, each one punching the breath out of him in strangled gasps and groans and whimpers. He feels lightheaded and completely overwhelmed, like his skin is too small to contain the almost frantic need buzzing beneath it.
"Fuck." He's holding Jedao's hips almost bruise tight, pulling him back against him as he pushes in, feels Jedao pushing back with him, his body open for him until he's balls deep. "So t-tight. Fucking, fucking perfect." His voice is ragged and almost broken, and he folds over Jedao's back to press them, trembling, into the sweat-damp skin at the back of his neck.
He's afraid if he isn't careful, if he doesn't pause now and take a breath, he's going to go off like a damn rocket in no time flat. But then Jedao's asking--almost begging--him to move, and there's no way he can resist that demand, no way he can do anything but tighten his grip, slide part way out, and then slam back in, hard and desperate.
Fives' grip on his hipbones is tight enough to hurt, and he hopes it does bruise, little hidden fingerprint dapples he can tap on tomorrow.
"Yes - yes - yes -" Jedao gasps, chants, hisses, patching in endless breathless sibilants so that he doesn't let himself shout. The raw strength of the thrust and vicious speed smash through him like a tidal wave. Fives' cock forces him open, deeper than his fingers could reach, heavy and hot and relentless, and Jedao could sob with how good it feels, how much it feels, like he could shake apart like a stone building in an earthquake, lose chunks of himself and be lighter for it.
There's no gradual build-up, no starting slow and working his way up to faster and harder; it's zero to sixty so fast there's no perceptible change in gears along the way, and Fives can hardly breathe for how good it feels, how tight and hot and perfect. He could dial it back if Jedao asked, would stop in a heartbeat and pull himself away if Jedao wanted it, but in the face of Jedao's low-voiced, breathless encouragement all Fives can do, all he can think of, is fuck Jedao as hard and as fast and as desperate as he can.
The room is filled with the quiet sounds of their panting breaths and muttered pleas and encouragements and curses, the slap of skin, the slick sounds of flesh on flesh. Fives frees one hand from Jedao's hip and slides it up his back, fingers tracing the knobs of his spine, smearing the sweat on his skin, then latches onto his shoulder for better leverage. Bends a little to change the angle and fucks into Jedao hard and deep, his strokes almost punishing.
He can feel the heat in his belly coiling tight, his balls pulling up, the buzz under his skin spreading like sheet lightning, and he knows he's not going to last. Knows he should slow or stop or something to keep from embarrassing himself. But it's so fucking good and he's wanted it for so long, and all he can do is make quiet, desperate noises of want as he quickens his pace further and bends over Jedao's back, fumbling to reach beneath him and try to get a hold on his cock. Hope that there's better than a snowball's chance in hell that he can bring him along with him as he tips over the edge.
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He has to make himself look up to Jedao's face again, away from the heavy weight of his balls, the perfect, rigid line of his cock rising from its nest of dark curls... and his finger disappearing into his body, the puckered flesh around it glistening with lube. Licks his lips again and pushes his own underwear down, hissing sharply as he catches himself in the waistband in his hurry. But then they're down and out of the way, and he kicks them off onto the floor as puts a knee up on the bed. Doesn't even realize he's still got his dark dress socks on, a ridiculous sight when he's otherwise completely naked. Wouldn't likely have cared even if he did, though.
Fives leans over Jedao, tentative again now that he's right there, everything he wants within reach, and reaches out to slide one big, blunt-fingered hand up Jedao's thigh, from knee to hip. His eyes slip half shut of their own accord and his breath shudders raggedly out again. "Oh jesus you're beautiful," he murmurs, and leans down to press his lips to the the center of Jedao's chest as he lets his hand slip cautiously inward, following the line where Jedao's thigh meets his hip, fingers brushing through coarse hair. His thumb grazing along Jedao's balls draws a groan out of him, and he leans up to catch the older man's lips instead as his hand continues in. When finally, gently, he brushes along the spot where Jedao's working himself open he jerks and whimpers, his own cock just barely grazing Jedao's hip at the movement, leaving a damp trail on his skin.
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It's on the tip of his tongue to ask if Fives is sure - he's known enough guys who considered prep mostly a chore - but he isn't stupid enough to say it, not with the noises Fives is making, not with the way his eyes were mesmerized or the gentleness of his tentative touch. Jedao slips his finger back out and takes hold of Fives' hand instead, keeps it right there, Fives' big gorgeous fingers just barely pressing against the sensitive skin of his entrance.
"It's been a while," he warns, hoarsely, against Fives cheek, as he presses the tube of K-Y vaguely against the unbelievably cut plane of Fives' stomach. "Go slow."
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Even the faint taste of blood in the kiss, familiar from years of rugby--split lips, bitten tongue, loose teeth--just makes him moan and lick in deeper. He stills when he feels Jedao finger pull free, shivers when Jedao catches his hand with lube-slick fingers, and pulls away from the kiss to bury his face in Jedao's neck with a deep, almost tearing groan when Jedao guides his fingers to that delicate skin.
He's shivering in reaction, so focused on the hot skin his fingers are pressed against that he's barely even aware of the fact he's rocking against Jedao, dragging his cock along his hip in tiny, urgent motions. "I will," he almost croaks, shifting a little awkwardly so he can free his other hand from supporting his weight over Jedao and take the tube of KY in a faintly tremoring grip.
He pushes himself up all the way onto his knees, his cock drawn right up against his belly, pre-come pearling at the tip, and pops the cap of the KY open. Pulls his other hand reluctantly away from Jedao's entrance and squeezes a liberal amount onto his fingers. He's never done this for someone else, but he's tried it (carefully, clandestinely, guiltily) for himself and knows that more is always better.
"T-tell me if you need me to... to stop." He's not quite stammering, but his voice is thick and low and rough, and he meets Jedao's with a desperately heated look before shifting his attention lower, focused entirely on where he's slowly, carefully, working one thick, blunt finger into the clutching heat of Jedao's body.
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"You've got such gorgeous fucking hands, god," he mutters, sounding almost as aggravated as he does aroused. The girls stuck them with the dishes the night before, and it had been everything he could do not to stare at Fives' hands then, dark and square against the nice china dinner plates, a comparison out of cliché as if to taunt him with the broad size of them.
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It's a relief--and a disappointment--when Jedao relaxes around him, when he speaks and Fives can hear the arousal in his voice, even if he sounds irrationally annoyed as well. He lays his other hand on Jedao's hip, not holding him in place, just stroking the thin skin there, feeling the quiver of the muscles beneath the almost non-existent layer of fat... imagining putting his mouth there. Or on Jedao's cock. Hearing what noises he'd make then.
"You make that sound like a bad thing," he teases, voice rough and unsteady and lips tipping up into a smile as he starts to ease his finger in again. He twists it experimentally, marveling at the velvety heat of Jedao's body surrounding him, even if it's just the first joint and change of one finger. And much as he wants this, this moment right now, the intimacy of being allowed to open up Jedao's body for him, he's almost quivering with how desperately he wants to replace his finger with his dick.
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"Yes, do that again, come on," he mumbles, hisses a breath in and out through his teeth, then huffs, a quiet rueful laugh.
"I'm just being petty, don't pay attention to that."
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"You're... you're fucking beautiful," he almost whispers, embarrassed by the words but incapable of holding them in as he slides his other hand up higher, splays it wide over the flat plane of Jedao's belly. Lets his fingers graze the bottom of his rib cage... and his thumb stretch down, tentative but inexorable, to brush at the head of Jedao's cock as he slips his finger back out a little ways then slides it in again, smooth and slow and with that same careful twist, and an added crook of his fingertip as he explores.
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"You are too," he murmurs, softer, almost to himself.
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Jedao's hand at his wrist reminds him of what he's supposed to be doing. "Sorry, I-" Fives bites at his lip, shifting restlessly. "I'm sorry, I... I won't." He shivers at the firm brush of Jedao's thumb along his skin, at the unmistakable urging to move faster, be last tentative, and this time he slides his finger in--slow but steady--all the way, until he can rub easily at the tender skin behind Jedao's balls as he crooks his finger searchingly. He knows what he's looking for in himself, he's never had the opportunity to try this on someone else.
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Jedao can tell what Fives is trying to do, starts to say, "Yeah, just a little - " and then becomes completely stymied at trying to figure out how to give clear directions, has a sudden absurd mental image of his first drill sergeant yelling out left turns, and all the green idiots getting their left and officer's left all mixed up. He ducks his head in a half-muffed, bubbling laugh, and then moves himself instead, tilts his hips just right so that Fives' fingertip is brushing his prostate.
Pleasure lances through him, pure and defeaning. His head drops back onto the pillow, his spine arches, his toes curl helplessly.
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His chest is streaked with sweat now, his hair wild where he kept tossing his head, his knees splayed awkwardly in the latest languid collapse. Pre drips down the side of his cock, slick and and almost tickling. His body tries to tell him that Fives could fuck him right now, the way he feels hollowed-out and easy, but Jedao knows better. But he is ready for more.
"Christ on a bike, that's good," he mumbles, sounds almost drunk with it. "Two fingers now, go ahead."
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He just barely has the presence of mind to retrieve the tube from where he'd dropped it on the bed and squeeze some more slick onto his fingers as he slides the first one most of the way out. "So... so fucking perfect," he whispers as he presses two fingers to Jedao's quivering entrance with gentle, steady pressure though this time, instead of watching his them disappear into the grip of Jedao's body, he stretches down to catch Jedao's lips and kiss him with eager, artless hunger.
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Jedao rocks against Fives' fingers, moderating the pace a little, delaying when he needs to, panting against Fives' mouth, accelerating when the coiling hunger in his body overpowers its resistance. He gets a hand against the side of Fives' face, means to guide him a little there, too, but ends up just stroking, just caressing, hypnotized by the edge of his occipital bone, the texture of his skin.
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It's absolutely perfect and completely overwhelming, and Fives can't stop himself from rocking against Jedao's hip, quick, urgent little strokes that leave slick trails of rapidly cooling precome smeared along Jedao's skin. He's starting to worry he isn't going to least even long enough to get his dick in Jedao, let alone long enough to make him come, but even the dread of that particular humiliation creeping into the periphery of his thoughts isn't enough to keep him still.
"Ah... fuck-" He nips at Jedao's bottom lip, then the sharp line of his jaw, shivering at the rasp of stubble against his lips, the slick-hot drag of his cock along Jedao's flank, the sweet grip of Jedao's body at his fingers. "The way... the way you fucking feel."
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"Let me - let me up, I should be on my knees for three, and that should do it -" Fives is big, but he's big all over, and that many fingers will stretch Jedao wonderfully wide; his breath stutters imagining it, and soon, soon - "Fuck, I want you so badly."
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He's about to press in for another kiss when Jedao makes his announcement and he stills, quivering at the thought. Jedao up on his knees for him, stretched wide and wet and ready: he has to reach down to squeeze himself again, groaning and shifting and panting with almost desperate want.
"Yeah-" It's a hoarse rasp, and it takes him a moment longer to release himself and shift back up onto his knees, looming over Jedao and shifting his attention to where his fingers are pressed into him. "Yeah, just-" He eases them free, biting his lip at the way it feels like Jedao's body is clutching at them, trying not to imagine what that will feel like around his cock.
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"Put - put your other hand on my back," he instructs, some weird bad instinct tweaking a little at knowing Fives is behind him and not seeing him, the shapes of their shadows tangled unrecognizably between the plain overhead lights and the rumpled mounds and valleys of the sheets. He just needs - more touch, a clear point of reference, a way to place Fives apart from what Fives is doing to him.
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He's so damn beautiful, and he wants to tell him so but it feels like it would be ridiculous, too much, but he does let himself appreciate. The way Jedao's dick and balls hang heavy between his legs, dark and flushed and perfect, the dip at the hollow of his back and the way the light sheen of sweat on his skin highlights his muscles. He's not bulky, could maybe do with putting on a few pounds, even, but he's all slim muscle and taut skin and beautifully proportioned.
Fives leans in to press his mouth to the curve of one ass cheek, lets his tongue drag over the skin before he nips lightly, just hard enough to leave a rapidly fading imprint of his teeth. At the same time he reaches between Jedao's legs with his other hand, caresses his balls, hefting their weight and groaning in pleasure, hips twitching so his cock drags along Jedao's flank again. He's panting into Jedao's skin as he drags his fingers back from there, along the smooth, delicate skin behind his balls, circles his thumb around his opening and groans again at the feel of it fluttering at his touch.
"Fuck," he rasps, and pulls both hands away for a moment, though he keeps his mouth pressed to Jedao's skin as he reaches blindly for the KY where he'd dropped it last. "Need more... more slick." He's not going to fuck this up now, but it only takes a moment to snap it open, smear his fingers again, drop the tube, and then both his hands are back. Big fingers circling Jedao's hole again, pulling gently at the rim.
"So fucking perfect," he murmurs, ragged and absolutely involuntary. "Breathe for me," he adds, and then presses three fingers slowly, steadily, against the fluttering resistance of Jedao's entrance, while his other hand strokes almost jerkily along Jedao's lower back and Fives pants for breath, clings desperately to some kind of restraint, as he kneels up again to watch his fingers slipping inexorably into Jedao's body.
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You're so sweet, he'd said before, all fondness, but he's grateful for it now, for more thoughtfulness than he really expected from a teenager, even one as gracious and intelligent as Fives has proved in the last few days. Jedao tries to take the reminder to heart. He knows to breathe but it's easy to forget, with how wound up he is, with how long it's been and how hard it is to think. He breathes slow and shallow, long pulls between his teeth like a silk scarf pulled through a ring.
The sound he makes when Fives' fingers work in sounds crushed out of him, wrecked and oozing like oil from an olive press. He has to keep breathing, and he tries, even though it feels like he can't manage anything except keeping his elbows locked as he shudders. The stretch feels impossible, unbearable, even though he's so slick and keyed up that it barely hurts at all, smolders instead of burns, strains in the best way. He hangs his head, pants hard, entirely in his body and of his body, rocks so shallowly, torn between his desperation to adjust and the always-too-much intensity of being pried open.
And then, like a switch flipping somewhere between the nodes of his spine, his body adjusts, accepts, needs more.
"Now, now, I need you in me, Fives please -"
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His whole body's trembling slightly, sweat slicking his skin and trickling down between his pecks and the hollows of his abs, pooling at the small of his back where he's bent forward just enough to let it gather. His whole world feels like it's been focused down to nothing but want and the heat of Jedao's body clenching around his fingers, and he wants to ask is this enough? and please? and he's about to. Trying to find the words, and the voice to speak them in, when Jedao beats him to the punch.
"Yes," he manages to croak, and, "fuck," and, "please." Slurred and ragged and barely audible as he pulls his fingers free with less care than he should have used, scrambles almost desperately to position himself behind Jedao. He'd imagined this differently, Jedao on his back so he could lean over him, lick into his mouth and swallow his sounds as he pressed into him, but all he cares about right now is getting into him, anyway he can.
He barely has the presence of mind to grab the KY again, to squeeze out an almost ludicrous amount and stroke it over his cock with a hiss that turns into a groan, jerking into his own loose fist. "God... fuck... wanna fuck you... wanna be in you-" It's rambling and disjointed, pushed out on short, panting breaths as he kneels behind Jedao, one big hand on his hip, gripping him, and the other on his own cock, guiding himself to Jedao's entrance, and there's no way to describe the sound he makes as he starts to push the head of his cock against Jedao's grasping hole as anything but a whimper.
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He whines when Fives' fingers withdraw, less for the roughness of it than the simple necessity, swallows haplessly as he waits for Fives to slick himself, the few seconds of emptiness feeling interminable, the faint wet noises sending shivers up his slightly protruding spine.
"Yeah, please, come on - you did so good, I can take it," he promises, equally disjointed, sometimes talking over Fives and sometimes not. He sucks in air, a low visceral gasp, when Fives' cockhead breaches into him, pops in easily past his well-stretched rim. He bites his own lip again, hard, struggling not to curse because he wants to hear that whimper, savors it almost as much as the thick insistent pressure filling him up.
He pushes back, just a little, takes Fives a little deeper, and it's perfect, and it isn't nearly enough. "Move, baby, give it to me, fuck me, you feel so good -"
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"Fuck." He's holding Jedao's hips almost bruise tight, pulling him back against him as he pushes in, feels Jedao pushing back with him, his body open for him until he's balls deep. "So t-tight. Fucking, fucking perfect." His voice is ragged and almost broken, and he folds over Jedao's back to press them, trembling, into the sweat-damp skin at the back of his neck.
He's afraid if he isn't careful, if he doesn't pause now and take a breath, he's going to go off like a damn rocket in no time flat. But then Jedao's asking--almost begging--him to move, and there's no way he can resist that demand, no way he can do anything but tighten his grip, slide part way out, and then slam back in, hard and desperate.
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"Yes - yes - yes -" Jedao gasps, chants, hisses, patching in endless breathless sibilants so that he doesn't let himself shout. The raw strength of the thrust and vicious speed smash through him like a tidal wave. Fives' cock forces him open, deeper than his fingers could reach, heavy and hot and relentless, and Jedao could sob with how good it feels, how much it feels, like he could shake apart like a stone building in an earthquake, lose chunks of himself and be lighter for it.
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The room is filled with the quiet sounds of their panting breaths and muttered pleas and encouragements and curses, the slap of skin, the slick sounds of flesh on flesh. Fives frees one hand from Jedao's hip and slides it up his back, fingers tracing the knobs of his spine, smearing the sweat on his skin, then latches onto his shoulder for better leverage. Bends a little to change the angle and fucks into Jedao hard and deep, his strokes almost punishing.
He can feel the heat in his belly coiling tight, his balls pulling up, the buzz under his skin spreading like sheet lightning, and he knows he's not going to last. Knows he should slow or stop or something to keep from embarrassing himself. But it's so fucking good and he's wanted it for so long, and all he can do is make quiet, desperate noises of want as he quickens his pace further and bends over Jedao's back, fumbling to reach beneath him and try to get a hold on his cock. Hope that there's better than a snowball's chance in hell that he can bring him along with him as he tips over the edge.
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