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.
"Now, be fair," Jedao says, voice a little bit sing-song, and it's easy to take a slow breath, and let whatever fucked-up emotion he's having slip away under his grin. Let Fives - hide whatever he's hiding. Fair's fair. It's even - weirdly endearing, reassuring even. There's a sense of kinship. "The first round was really impeccable."
Fives laughs, low and choked, and nips at Jedao's inner thigh a little more sharply. "All right, round one was excellent, but I definitely made a mess of round two." And he drags his finger along Jedao's crack, through the damp, sticky evidence of exactly that. "But I can make it up to you now, if you're ready," he offers, and finally lifts his head to grin up at Jedao, warm and wicked, most of the self-consciousness gone with how easy Jedao is about everything.
Jedao's leg jerks, just a little, at the bite, and then again, more, when Fives drags his finger along the sensitive, slick skin between his cheeks.
"Oh god, yes," he gulps out, twisting and scrambling, not entirely effectively with Fives still where he is, trying to get back in position. He still doesn't really feel like Fives has anything to make up to him - he basically just held his orgasm hostage to get more fucked because he liked it so much - but he doesn't have quite the eloquence to explain that right now.
Fives is torn between laughing at Jedao's eagerness and groaning in disappointment as he scrambles to try and get back to his knees. He'd let himself, maybe, think he could have it this way the second time around. Pin Jedao beneath his weight and have his mouth, maybe lap and pinch at his nipples again. Taste the noises he makes as he fucks him.
This isn't about him, though, and he bites it back, makes himself kneel up and stroke Jedao's flanks as he settles himself. Lets himself lean forward and place biting kisses on the swell of each ass cheek while he reaches between Jedao's thighs to feel the warm weight of his balls. He groans, and shifts, and strokes himself with his other hand a few more times before reaching once more for the lube.
"Jesus," he murmurs. "Your ass is fucking perfect."
"Your dick is perfect," Jedao retorts - very sincerely, but with a distinct, faint petulance of so gimme. His hamstrings keep tensing with each bite, little fraught twitches of muscle. He makes a choked sound very close to a sob when Fives cups his balls, tremors all over, spreads his knees a little wider. Either the touch or the anticipation or the position loosens the strained begging once again.
"Oh fuck, please baby, you're so good, I need it, need you in me -"
He can't slick himself up fast enough, hand shaking as he pops the KY open and almost fills his hand before stroking himself, then pushes some of the extra into Jedao's ass. He hopes he doesn't need proper stretching again, because for all he's already gone twice tonight he doesn't think he has the patience to wait any longer with Jedao's ass right there and him begging to be filled.
"Yeah," he rasps, one big hand settling on Jedao's hip, gripping tight as he takes himself in the other and guides himself into position. "Jesus. Gonna make it good... this time," he manages to promise, breathless and ragged as he pushes himself in.
"You -" he's planning to babble something reassuring, but it gets cut off in long stutter of whimpers, the effect of forcing himself not to moan too loud, the low desperate sound emerging in brief spatters of truncated air. He didn't want more preparation, and Fives slides in perfectly; he's still so slick, almost dripping, but already a little sore, enough to make the sudden smooth stretch even more intense.
"Perfect, perfect," he mumbles, when he has any kind of control of his mouth again, because it's so good, too much, because it takes him out of himself in the best way, out of the rat-maze of his head and drowning him in the simple thrilling sensation of his body.
"You're so fucking tight," Fives gasps, both hands gripping hard at Jedao's hips as he holds him still until he bottoms out, then holds them both still for a moment, adjusting to the perfect tight heat.
"You want it hard?" He slides out most of the way, hissing between his teeth, then slams back in, pulling Jedao towards him at the same time. "And fast?" He repeats the motion, breath stuttering, voice cracking slightly on the last word. "And you want it to... to fucking last?" He leans forward slightly, hands flexing, marking fingerprint bruises into Jedao's hips as he sets up a punishing rhythm. "Not... not gonna go off... go off early this time," he promises, and ignores how much he wants to lean forward over Jedao's back, cover him with his body and feel every inch of him, rock his hips in a lazy rhythm and taste his skin and make it slow and sweet and easy. Because Jedao wants to be railed so that's what he's going to give him.
"Please," he gasps, shivering without cold as his body tries to get used to the intrusion again, and doesn't quite manage it. It's delicious. It's - "Please," he says again, in answer to each question, almost whispering, quiet and ardent and desperate, like something is dragging the word out of him, scraping its scales against his throat on the way. Fives' grip is so good, tight and strong and safe, and when he starts moving the rhythm drives the air out of his lungs, makes him hiss and shudder, back rippling as he locks up and then melts under the onslaught.
Jedao's reaction makes it more than worth it, and it doesn't do Fives' bruised ego any harm either. It's more than incentive enough for him to keep up a blistering pace, sweat running down his back and chest and sticking his short hair to his head, making his grip at Jedao's hips slick as he pulls him back into almost vicious thrusts. And it feels good, feels amazing; the grasping drag at his cock every time he pulls most of the way out, the incredible tight heat of Jedao's body around him as he slams back in.
The sounds Jedao makes go straight to his balls, and the sight of his muscles flexing and rippling under his sweat-slick skin is too much, Fives has to touch, and he frees one hand to splay wide over the small of Jedao's back, feeling his movements. "So fucking gorgeous," he gasps, voice catching at the end as he slams in again, and this time he slides his hand down between them. Trails his fingers in fascination over the place they're joined.
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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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"Oh god, yes," he gulps out, twisting and scrambling, not entirely effectively with Fives still where he is, trying to get back in position. He still doesn't really feel like Fives has anything to make up to him - he basically just held his orgasm hostage to get more fucked because he liked it so much - but he doesn't have quite the eloquence to explain that right now.
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This isn't about him, though, and he bites it back, makes himself kneel up and stroke Jedao's flanks as he settles himself. Lets himself lean forward and place biting kisses on the swell of each ass cheek while he reaches between Jedao's thighs to feel the warm weight of his balls. He groans, and shifts, and strokes himself with his other hand a few more times before reaching once more for the lube.
"Jesus," he murmurs. "Your ass is fucking perfect."
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"Oh fuck, please baby, you're so good, I need it, need you in me -"
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"Yeah," he rasps, one big hand settling on Jedao's hip, gripping tight as he takes himself in the other and guides himself into position. "Jesus. Gonna make it good... this time," he manages to promise, breathless and ragged as he pushes himself in.
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"Perfect, perfect," he mumbles, when he has any kind of control of his mouth again, because it's so good, too much, because it takes him out of himself in the best way, out of the rat-maze of his head and drowning him in the simple thrilling sensation of his body.
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"You want it hard?" He slides out most of the way, hissing between his teeth, then slams back in, pulling Jedao towards him at the same time. "And fast?" He repeats the motion, breath stuttering, voice cracking slightly on the last word. "And you want it to... to fucking last?" He leans forward slightly, hands flexing, marking fingerprint bruises into Jedao's hips as he sets up a punishing rhythm. "Not... not gonna go off... go off early this time," he promises, and ignores how much he wants to lean forward over Jedao's back, cover him with his body and feel every inch of him, rock his hips in a lazy rhythm and taste his skin and make it slow and sweet and easy. Because Jedao wants to be railed so that's what he's going to give him.
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"Fives, god, yes -"
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The sounds Jedao makes go straight to his balls, and the sight of his muscles flexing and rippling under his sweat-slick skin is too much, Fives has to touch, and he frees one hand to splay wide over the small of Jedao's back, feeling his movements. "So fucking gorgeous," he gasps, voice catching at the end as he slams in again, and this time he slides his hand down between them. Trails his fingers in fascination over the place they're joined.
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