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.
"Good." It's clearly exactly the answer he'd hoped for, and Fives pushes himself up to kneel between Jedao's thighs so he can lean over and deftly touch all the needed points on Jedao's uniform to have it basically fall apart under his hands. He pushes fabric out of the way, hands dragging warmly over Jedao's bare skin, fingertips touching lightly at scars as they pass over them.
"Force, I've wanted to taste you for so long," he rasps as he pulls away the front half of Jedao's pants and drops them unceremoniously over the side of the bed before slicking his own shirt off over his head.
Jedao gasps a little - as much at the sudden rush of cool air on his skin as Fives pulls away and the sight of his chest as anything to do with being naked or touched himself.
The look Fives gives him is both hungry and appreciative, and he runs both of his hands slowly down from Jedao's shoulders, across his chest, a calloused finger teasing briefly at Jedao's one nipple, and then over his abdomen. When he reaches Jedao's hips he grasps them lightly, hands trembling just a little in anticipation.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he rasps, and bends to lick almost delicately from the base of Jedao's cock to the tip in one long, slow swipe, his breath shivering out on a groan at the same time.
He should have taken off his pants, but that would have meant waiting longer and now he just slides down to sprawl between Jedao's legs, weight braced on one forearm so he can curl the other hand around the base of Jedao's cock in a loose grip. "Knew I was gonna love how you taste," he murmurs, looking up at Jedao with lust-dark eyes, just a thin ring of gold barely visible around the black wells of his pupils before he bends his head to lick him again, just as slow and deliberate as before.
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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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"Force, I've wanted to taste you for so long," he rasps as he pulls away the front half of Jedao's pants and drops them unceremoniously over the side of the bed before slicking his own shirt off over his head.
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"I'm all yours, darling," Jedao promises.
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"Fuck, you're beautiful," he rasps, and bends to lick almost delicately from the base of Jedao's cock to the tip in one long, slow swipe, his breath shivering out on a groan at the same time.
He should have taken off his pants, but that would have meant waiting longer and now he just slides down to sprawl between Jedao's legs, weight braced on one forearm so he can curl the other hand around the base of Jedao's cock in a loose grip. "Knew I was gonna love how you taste," he murmurs, looking up at Jedao with lust-dark eyes, just a thin ring of gold barely visible around the black wells of his pupils before he bends his head to lick him again, just as slow and deliberate as before.