Fives huffs quietly and then seizes on the distraction of the kiss, chasing Jedao's lips when he pulls away. He doesn't want to be soothed like a child any more than he wants to be kicked out in shame, so he slides a hand forward onto Jedao's hip, rubs his thumb over the sharp jut of his hipbone.
"What can I do to make it up to you?" he asks against Jedao's lips, aiming for lascivious, coming out... somewhere at least in the vicinity of it. Jedao hadn't seemed to thrilled with his offer to blow him, and he's not sure about the idea of bottoming for the first time here and now, but if that's what Jedao wants- Well, it's not like he hasn't wanted to try it sometime, he's just never managed to muster any enthusiasm for the idea of taking some stranger's cock in a bathroom or back hallway or alley.
He has to bite back a sigh at Fives' reluctance, his incompletely quashed doubt and unhappiness. Jedao doesn't know how to express that he wants to soothe Fives simply because he doesn't want him to be unhappy, and because he doesn't think Fives has reason to be; if Fives seems young to him - in the ways that he does - it is a reason to take care, not condescension.
He tilts almost imperceptibly into the touch, reaches out to skate his own hand over Fives' chest, languorous, pensive.
"With the caveat that it is absolutely fine if the answer is no..." he licks his lips, once, briefly enough that it might have been thoughtless, a reflexive reaction, "...you said something about three times?" His tone wavers between hopeful and playful, so excessively innocent it tips over into naughty parody.
He's nineteen, and touchy in the way of most nineteen year olds, with the added insecurities of trying to navigate a 'deviant' sexuality in a world that would make his life a living hell if it were publicly known. And he simply doesn't have the experience or self-confidence yet to deal gracefully with this kind of situation. He tries, but it's one more ball than he can successfully keep in the air at this point in his life.
So he presses in to Jedao and aims for distraction, takes some solace in the fact the other man reacts positively to the touch, and... waits for his answer. The caveat makes him absolutely certain of what Jedao's going to watch, and he makes himself take slow, steady breaths to try and keep his tension at the thought from becoming obvious. He can do this. He wants to do this. Some day. Just... not right on the heels of failure. Not as compensation for fucking up.
He's so focused on what he's sure Jedao's request is going to be that he almost doesn't process what it actually is, and when he does his breath catches for a moment and then he laughs. Actually laughs. Relief bursting out of him in a deep, startled rumble. "Yeah, I, uh, I did," he admits, smiling a little sheepishly. "I... um, I did say I'd need a break first, though... right?" He's sure he did. He can't possibly have implied he'd be able to get it up again immediately... can he? Oh christ, he hopes he hadn't.
Jedao grins widely, pleasure and relief at Fives' laugh, at finally seeing most of the worry lift away from him.
"Yes, you did mention that," Jedao assures him, leaning in for another kiss, sweet and quick, because he can't resist that smile. "You're worth waiting for."
He means it to come out self-aware and schmaltzy, of a piece with the flirtatious inquiry. Instead it comes out quiet, a little breathless, unnervingly true.
Fives ducks his head a little, reassured and pleased and faintly embarrassed. No matter the tone of Jedao's voice, he can't let himself really believe what he says. It's just a silly, over-stated reassurance, nothing more.
"Okay, good." And maybe his voice is a little rough and his cheeks are a little darker than they had been a moment ago, but that doesn't mean anything. Or, well, it doesn't mean anything other than that he's anticipating more good sex. That's all. "So long as we're on the same page, then." And there's that sheepish smile again as he smooths his hand down Jedao's flank and presses in for another kiss, deeper and slower this time.
Jedao doesn't know why he said it like that, no matter how gorgeous Fives is, no matter how fantastic he'd felt inside him.
He knows from waiting, these days, and this is hardly waiting, not compared to -
But he knows how to take an out when he gets one, and Fives' self-conscious dismissal definitely qualifies. Jedao resolves to move past it, groans gently into the kiss, slides his hand up Fives' chest to grip his shoulder as he opens for it, languid and yearning at the same time.
Fives doesn't let himself even think about why Jedao might have said it like that, he's just grateful that Jedao accepts the out. More grateful still for the way Jedao groans into the kiss, for the calloused fingers sliding up his chest, the firm grip at his shoulder. He presses into it helplessly, his own hand dragging along the smooth skin of Jedao's flank, then back to the curve of his ass as he pulls him closer. Christ, he thinks he could do this forever.
Jedao makes warm, muffled noises and wriggles cooperatively as Fives pulls him in, throws one of his legs over Fives' thigh and lets himself rock carefully, shallowly, against his hip. The hand on Fives' shoulder squeezes the muscle there, kneads at it slowly and firmly, in time with the lazy, indulgent pace of the kiss.
Fives groans, and stretches, and has to resist the urge to push into the sweet drag of Jedao's cock along his skin. He'll let him set the pace, all things considered, but it feels so damn good and he strokes his hand lightly along Jedao's ass to distract himself from getting a solid grip and pulling him even closer.
He wants to push Jedao over and press down on top of him, wants feel every inch of bare skin pressed up against him, or better yet to taste it. Mouth at his nipples and drag his tongue along the ridges of his abs, dip it into the hollow of his navel and nip at the soft skin over his hip bones. But for now, this is good. Warm. More than he'd ever expected.
Eventually his hand slides over Fives' shoulder and strokes down his back, fingers dipping along the notches of his spine, tracing the bulges of his trapezius and deltoids, alternating between light fingertips and the splayed grasp of his entire hand. Jedao nibbles at Fives lower lip, sucking and dragging, then lets Fives slip his tongue into Jedao's mouth again, moderating the pace there as well, a wordless lesson that Fives is delightfully responsive to.
He nuzzles their noses together during a brief lull for air, hums contentedly.
"You're so good, baby, tell me what you want," he murmurs.
Fives tries not to think how painfully obvious it has to be that he's never done this and just enjoys the fact that he can have it now. That Jedao's patient and non-judgmental as he eases into the rhythm of it; long, dragging kisses and exploratory passes of his hands over wiry muscle and warm skin mapped by scars, the feel of Jedao rocking languidly against him, hard and leaking and perfect.
"Christ," he mumbles, ducking his head a little and blushing. "That's... that's not a fair question."
"I am not a fair man," he retorts, voice silky-smooth, both a tease and a warning.
He breaks the tone into full silliness a second latter, waggling his eyebrows and grinning suggestively. "I probably have ulterior motives for asking."
"You're an asshole," he answers, and huffs a laugh before leaning in for another kiss, long and slow and sweet, and definitely incorporating Jedao's lessons. But then he takes a slow breath and pushes against Jedao's shoulder. "And I want... I want to taste you. All of you."
He laughs too, soft and wicked and delighted by Fives' assessment, before melting a little more into the kiss.
He whimpers slightly at the request, his whole body quivering for a moment with the effort of holding himself still, then lets Fives push him onto his back again.
"I do like a man with ambition," he murmurs, indulgent and puckish at once, incapable of restraining his smile for more than a second at a stretch.
Oh... Fives shivers at his reaction, and thinks that maybe that was the right thing to ask for. That maybe it sounds somewhere near as appealing to Jedao as it does to him. Which isn't hard to imagine, because he thinks being on the receiving end of the same treatment would be fucking glorious.
"Well, my mother does always say it's important to aim high." And maybe it's not the best idea, mentioning his mother at a time like this, but he grins anyway as he pushes himself up over Jedao, then leans down to press his lips to the pulse point under Jedao's jaw. "Though I think aiming low is... is more appropriate at the moment," he adds, a little punch drunk as he trails his lips down.
Jedao huffs, torn between a laugh and a soft moan, getting his legs spread and his knees bent up so that Fives has room to move over him.
"Jesus, who said you were allowed to be that smooth," Jedao mutters through his useless smile. "It's fucking tragic that I can't go twice." He slides a hand to cup the back of Fives' neck, not directing him, not even gripping tightly, just resting his fingertips on the vertebrae like he might hold a flute, a constant return contact, a closing of the circuit between them.
With every moan and sigh and reciprocated touch Fives is finding his confidence again, and he huffs quietly against the soft skin at the notch between Jedao's collarbones.
"You're making getting old sound fucking tragic," he counters, looking up at him from beneath a sweep of dark lashes before he darts his tongue out to lap up a bead of sweat. He moves lower, then, with lips and teeth and tongue, occasionally leaving the fading imprint of teeth, or a not quite bruise where he's sucked blood up into a bright bloom beneath Jedao's skin. And all the while his hands are moving as well, tracing along the swell of muscle or protruding ridges of bone, reaching low to brush at the tender skin behind Jedao's knee or track delicately up his inner thigh.
Until Fives' mouth reaches Jedao's nipple, and he laps lightly at the tight nub while he circles the other with the pad of his thumb. He doesn't really know what he's doing, he's never had the opportunity before, so he's just improvising based on what he desperately wants to do and what he hopes, from his own explorations, might feel good.
"I'd probably recover if I could stay awake, but science will never know." It just knocks him out, barring other, deeply distracting circumstances, like needing to get back to base before curfew.
He shivers for the touch to his thighs, twitches and catches his breath when Fives teases the back of his knees, leg jerking away due to ticklish reflexes and then easing back. He likes all of it, the soft slick kisses and the rougher bites, keeps up a steady stream of low, wordless encouragement, until Fives gets to his nipples.
"Nnngh - that's good, don't bite, but you can, scrape a little, gently, I like that," he instructs, the hand on Fives neck drifting back up into his hair, gripping and relaxing.
Fives laughs quietly, warmly, at that admission, his eyes crinkling almost shut, and continues on with his explorations. He's intrigued by the tracery of scars etched into Jedao's skin, but since he doesn't know how the older man feels about them and isn't about to risk derailing things by asking, he pays them no more or less attention than anything else.
And when he comes to Jedao's nipples... oh, he likes that reaction, and he makes sure to watch Jedao's face from underneath his lashes as he laps at Jedao's nipple once more, then drags his teeth across it slowly, and then closes his lips around it and sucks, lightly, his fingers tweaking gently at the other one at the same time.
His head is tipped back, eyelashes fluttering haphazardly, his through working in helpless little gasps and swallows. His hips roll under Fives, quick needy little motions, sliding his cock against the vicinity of Fives' ridiculous abs, or a little higher, near the bottom of his rib cage. Jedao's hand grips tighter, holds Fives's head to his chest while he sucks, whimpering and biting his lip.
It's so fucking perfect, the noises Jedao makes, the way he jerks almost helplessly against him, his cock hard and slick. It makes him wish he were hard again now, that he could push back into him right this moment, and he groans under his breath as he shifts to give the other nipple the same treatment.
He has to remind himself not to bite, to be gentle, to not reach down and get a grip on Jedao's cock and stroke him, not slide down farther and take him into his mouth. Jesus, he wants to taste him, wants to feel how thick and hot and heavy he is, stretching his lips. Wants to smell the musk of him up close.
He moans again, hips shifting, and reaches down to tug at his cock; not hard yet, but certainly at least a little interested in the proceedings. He lets himself slide down a little lower, dragging his teeth over perfect, pale skin, lapping at the ridges between Jedao's abs, dipping his tongue into the hollow of his navel with a ragged moan. He wishes... christ, he wishes he dared ask Jedao to fuck him.
Jedao arches up slightly into Fives' teeth, as much as Fives lets him move, anyway, and he savors that too. His stomach quivers under Fives' attentions, tiny abortive twitches of muscle yoked to quiet hissing laughter, both due to more ticklishness.
"Ah - ah -" He squirms, uselessly, and loves it, loves being trapped under Fives, for Fives to sample and enjoy. He loves how exposed he feels, and how - decadent. His body isn't just a trap or a waste or a weapon; or a sexual tool either, come to that - there's something too human, too silly, too simple about Fives tonguing his belly button for it to really be for any reason except that Fives likes that, likes the completely unimportant little spot, or likes teasing him with it. Jedao sighs, a deep tender contented sound, his hand in Fives hair moving again, with long slow strokes this time, easy and affectionate.
"You're so good, baby," he murmurs, and he isn't slurring but he sounds a little bit like he's floating. "You're so good to me."
Fives tips his head a little, loving the feel of Jedao's hand in his hair, the simple intimacy and... and affection of it. He shivers a little at the praise, how soft and warm Jedao's voice is. How easy it seems to be for him. He really could do this forever, he thinks, and he slips down a little farther, sucks a mark into the thin skin at the hollow of Jedao's hip. Licks along the angle of his groin.
His mouth is almost watering with how much he wants to taste Jedao's cock, but that's not the deal right now, and he gives himself another stroke, rolling his hips into it, feeling himself harden. He dips lower still, mouthing along Jedao's thigh, smelling him... smelling himself, his come leaking out of him, and he groans and reaches to press a finger to his damp, puffy entrance. Remembers how hot and tight he'd been around his cock and groans again, hips rocking helplessly, cock hardening further in his hand.
"Gonna... fuck... gonna be ready for you again. Soon," he rasps, and punctuates the words with gentle nips along Jedao's inner thigh. "Ready to fuck you... rail you... 'til you come."
He's still slick, a little tighter again after the respite, but Fives' finger still slides a little ways in easily, unavoidably, when Jedao shudders and tilts instinctively into the touch. He pants and whines at the bites, tiny insincere protests.
"So good," he mumbles, because he can't miss his own words echoed back to him, how carefully focused Fives is on giving him what he wants. He feels humbled and grateful and horribly, messily undeserving, swallows a sudden lump in his throat and makes sure it looks like one more reaction of erotic desperation; closes his eyes with another flutter of eyelashes so they can't shine. He keeps trailing his fingers through Fives' hair, wonders if he wants to kiss him again or keep him exactly where he is, where he's less likely to see. "How'd you get so good, Fives?"
Fives' back arches and he shudders, hips jerking, as his finger slides easily in. He's lucky he can't speak at first for how much he wants, how those words go right to the core of him, because if he could he'd humiliate himself utterly. By the time he can manage words he's locked the worst of them behind his teeth, can manage not to babble about how long he's wanted this, how long he's wanted Jedao. How many times he's jerked himself off in this bed, thinking of the smirking boy from the photographs Uncle Miki keeps scattered around the house, or the brave, daring young man Shiro likes to brag about. How much he's wanted anything that wasn't quick, desperate blowjobs or fucks with strangers in bathrooms and backrooms. How he's wanted to kiss someone, touch them, hold and be held and feel like it wasn't something furtive and forbidden and dirty.
Manages to choke it all back and tease. "I'm... I'm pretty sure if I were, uh, if I were that good, that I wouldn't be... be trying t'finally get it... get it right on the third... fuckin' go round," he pants, the words muffled against Jedao's hip, his face carefully hidden as he continues to circle his finger through the slickness at Jedao's entrance.
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"What can I do to make it up to you?" he asks against Jedao's lips, aiming for lascivious, coming out... somewhere at least in the vicinity of it. Jedao hadn't seemed to thrilled with his offer to blow him, and he's not sure about the idea of bottoming for the first time here and now, but if that's what Jedao wants- Well, it's not like he hasn't wanted to try it sometime, he's just never managed to muster any enthusiasm for the idea of taking some stranger's cock in a bathroom or back hallway or alley.
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He tilts almost imperceptibly into the touch, reaches out to skate his own hand over Fives' chest, languorous, pensive.
"With the caveat that it is absolutely fine if the answer is no..." he licks his lips, once, briefly enough that it might have been thoughtless, a reflexive reaction, "...you said something about three times?" His tone wavers between hopeful and playful, so excessively innocent it tips over into naughty parody.
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So he presses in to Jedao and aims for distraction, takes some solace in the fact the other man reacts positively to the touch, and... waits for his answer. The caveat makes him absolutely certain of what Jedao's going to watch, and he makes himself take slow, steady breaths to try and keep his tension at the thought from becoming obvious. He can do this. He wants to do this. Some day. Just... not right on the heels of failure. Not as compensation for fucking up.
He's so focused on what he's sure Jedao's request is going to be that he almost doesn't process what it actually is, and when he does his breath catches for a moment and then he laughs. Actually laughs. Relief bursting out of him in a deep, startled rumble. "Yeah, I, uh, I did," he admits, smiling a little sheepishly. "I... um, I did say I'd need a break first, though... right?" He's sure he did. He can't possibly have implied he'd be able to get it up again immediately... can he? Oh christ, he hopes he hadn't.
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"Yes, you did mention that," Jedao assures him, leaning in for another kiss, sweet and quick, because he can't resist that smile. "You're worth waiting for."
He means it to come out self-aware and schmaltzy, of a piece with the flirtatious inquiry. Instead it comes out quiet, a little breathless, unnervingly true.
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"Okay, good." And maybe his voice is a little rough and his cheeks are a little darker than they had been a moment ago, but that doesn't mean anything. Or, well, it doesn't mean anything other than that he's anticipating more good sex. That's all. "So long as we're on the same page, then." And there's that sheepish smile again as he smooths his hand down Jedao's flank and presses in for another kiss, deeper and slower this time.
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He knows from waiting, these days, and this is hardly waiting, not compared to -
But he knows how to take an out when he gets one, and Fives' self-conscious dismissal definitely qualifies. Jedao resolves to move past it, groans gently into the kiss, slides his hand up Fives' chest to grip his shoulder as he opens for it, languid and yearning at the same time.
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He wants to push Jedao over and press down on top of him, wants feel every inch of bare skin pressed up against him, or better yet to taste it. Mouth at his nipples and drag his tongue along the ridges of his abs, dip it into the hollow of his navel and nip at the soft skin over his hip bones. But for now, this is good. Warm. More than he'd ever expected.
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He nuzzles their noses together during a brief lull for air, hums contentedly.
"You're so good, baby, tell me what you want," he murmurs.
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"Christ," he mumbles, ducking his head a little and blushing. "That's... that's not a fair question."
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He breaks the tone into full silliness a second latter, waggling his eyebrows and grinning suggestively. "I probably have ulterior motives for asking."
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He whimpers slightly at the request, his whole body quivering for a moment with the effort of holding himself still, then lets Fives push him onto his back again.
"I do like a man with ambition," he murmurs, indulgent and puckish at once, incapable of restraining his smile for more than a second at a stretch.
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"Well, my mother does always say it's important to aim high." And maybe it's not the best idea, mentioning his mother at a time like this, but he grins anyway as he pushes himself up over Jedao, then leans down to press his lips to the pulse point under Jedao's jaw. "Though I think aiming low is... is more appropriate at the moment," he adds, a little punch drunk as he trails his lips down.
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"Jesus, who said you were allowed to be that smooth," Jedao mutters through his useless smile. "It's fucking tragic that I can't go twice." He slides a hand to cup the back of Fives' neck, not directing him, not even gripping tightly, just resting his fingertips on the vertebrae like he might hold a flute, a constant return contact, a closing of the circuit between them.
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"You're making getting old sound fucking tragic," he counters, looking up at him from beneath a sweep of dark lashes before he darts his tongue out to lap up a bead of sweat. He moves lower, then, with lips and teeth and tongue, occasionally leaving the fading imprint of teeth, or a not quite bruise where he's sucked blood up into a bright bloom beneath Jedao's skin. And all the while his hands are moving as well, tracing along the swell of muscle or protruding ridges of bone, reaching low to brush at the tender skin behind Jedao's knee or track delicately up his inner thigh.
Until Fives' mouth reaches Jedao's nipple, and he laps lightly at the tight nub while he circles the other with the pad of his thumb. He doesn't really know what he's doing, he's never had the opportunity before, so he's just improvising based on what he desperately wants to do and what he hopes, from his own explorations, might feel good.
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He shivers for the touch to his thighs, twitches and catches his breath when Fives teases the back of his knees, leg jerking away due to ticklish reflexes and then easing back. He likes all of it, the soft slick kisses and the rougher bites, keeps up a steady stream of low, wordless encouragement, until Fives gets to his nipples.
"Nnngh - that's good, don't bite, but you can, scrape a little, gently, I like that," he instructs, the hand on Fives neck drifting back up into his hair, gripping and relaxing.
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And when he comes to Jedao's nipples... oh, he likes that reaction, and he makes sure to watch Jedao's face from underneath his lashes as he laps at Jedao's nipple once more, then drags his teeth across it slowly, and then closes his lips around it and sucks, lightly, his fingers tweaking gently at the other one at the same time.
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He has to remind himself not to bite, to be gentle, to not reach down and get a grip on Jedao's cock and stroke him, not slide down farther and take him into his mouth. Jesus, he wants to taste him, wants to feel how thick and hot and heavy he is, stretching his lips. Wants to smell the musk of him up close.
He moans again, hips shifting, and reaches down to tug at his cock; not hard yet, but certainly at least a little interested in the proceedings. He lets himself slide down a little lower, dragging his teeth over perfect, pale skin, lapping at the ridges between Jedao's abs, dipping his tongue into the hollow of his navel with a ragged moan. He wishes... christ, he wishes he dared ask Jedao to fuck him.
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"Ah - ah -" He squirms, uselessly, and loves it, loves being trapped under Fives, for Fives to sample and enjoy. He loves how exposed he feels, and how - decadent. His body isn't just a trap or a waste or a weapon; or a sexual tool either, come to that - there's something too human, too silly, too simple about Fives tonguing his belly button for it to really be for any reason except that Fives likes that, likes the completely unimportant little spot, or likes teasing him with it. Jedao sighs, a deep tender contented sound, his hand in Fives hair moving again, with long slow strokes this time, easy and affectionate.
"You're so good, baby," he murmurs, and he isn't slurring but he sounds a little bit like he's floating. "You're so good to me."
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His mouth is almost watering with how much he wants to taste Jedao's cock, but that's not the deal right now, and he gives himself another stroke, rolling his hips into it, feeling himself harden. He dips lower still, mouthing along Jedao's thigh, smelling him... smelling himself, his come leaking out of him, and he groans and reaches to press a finger to his damp, puffy entrance. Remembers how hot and tight he'd been around his cock and groans again, hips rocking helplessly, cock hardening further in his hand.
"Gonna... fuck... gonna be ready for you again. Soon," he rasps, and punctuates the words with gentle nips along Jedao's inner thigh. "Ready to fuck you... rail you... 'til you come."
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"So good," he mumbles, because he can't miss his own words echoed back to him, how carefully focused Fives is on giving him what he wants. He feels humbled and grateful and horribly, messily undeserving, swallows a sudden lump in his throat and makes sure it looks like one more reaction of erotic desperation; closes his eyes with another flutter of eyelashes so they can't shine. He keeps trailing his fingers through Fives' hair, wonders if he wants to kiss him again or keep him exactly where he is, where he's less likely to see. "How'd you get so good, Fives?"
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Manages to choke it all back and tease. "I'm... I'm pretty sure if I were, uh, if I were that good, that I wouldn't be... be trying t'finally get it... get it right on the third... fuckin' go round," he pants, the words muffled against Jedao's hip, his face carefully hidden as he continues to circle his finger through the slickness at Jedao's entrance.
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