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.
"Fives, Fives, Fives -" he chants, low and breathless, once please seems utterly pointless, because there's nothing else he wants, except to be here, feel this, lose himself in it. His back arches slightly under Fives' hand, pressing into the warm touch. When Fives' fingers drift downward, Jedao's litany stutters and hitches but doesn't stop, hole twitching around Fives at the extra stimulation, Jedao's hips shoving back onto him a little harder.
Fives groans at the way Jedao chants his name, and louder still at the way he twitches around him, his voice stuttering. It's intoxicating, and he has to bite his lip again to quiet himself, almost resorts to stuffing his fist in his mouth.
"Feel so good on my cock," he rasps, voice ragged and strained with the effort of keeping it low. "So fuck... fucking gorgeous. Tight... and hot. Perfect. Jesus." He can't seem to shut himself up, can't seem to care about it either.
"Come... come up here," he demands, and wraps one thick arm around Jedao's chest, keeps the other hand braced at his hip as he urges him up. Wants to pull his back to his chest, see what that angle will feel like, how hard he can fuck up into him rocked back on his haunches. If Jedao will make more sounds, lose more control if Fives plays with his nipples and bites at his neck while he fucks him.
"Oh god," he chokes. He lets his arms collapse, lets some of his weight rest on the thick bar of Fives' arm, then groans with a deep, wrenching note as he tries to pull himself up without much else for leverage. The motion is strange in ways he doesn't have the capacity to think through: normally he'd sit back on his haunches to go from hands and knees to kneeling upright, but he can't with Fives there, can only push back against him and struggle to straighten from his core, relying on Fives' support to really manage it. The change in angle is strange too, even before he quite gets settled, new and deep and amazing.
"You got me, don't you baby," he murmurs, shivers at how much he likes the image, held up and helpless while Fives drives into him.
"I've got you," he confirms breathlessly, rocking back onto his haunches as he pulls Jedao up. He feels amazing this way, pulled back and up to straddle his thighs, back pressed to Fives' chest so he can mouth hotly at the nape of his neck as he drives up into him. It's a little awkward, takes a little focus to support Jedao's weight and balance them both, but it's worth it for being able to suck a mark into Jedao's skin, to splay his hand wide over Jedao's belly and hold him tight against him.
"Fives," he murmurs again, softer now, and as Fives adjusts and finds his balance, Jedao lets him take more and more of his weight, letting himself shudder and relax completely, leaning into Fives' hold and trusting him to keep Jedao where Fives wants them, where he needs to be. He spreads his legs a little wider, supporting himself even less, letting gravity help bear him down on Fives' cock, and makes a shocked heartfelt noise between a gasp and a croon as Fives fucks against prostate just right.
"Oh god, oh god, yeah yeah yeah -" he mumbles.
He tilts his head back and to the side, resting against Fives' shoulder, exposing more of his neck to Fives' mouth. One of his hands slips over Fives' hand on his belly, not trying to move it, half bracing himself against Fives' touch and half savoring the contact for its own sake.
This is probably as close to perfect as things can get right now, as far as Fives is concerned; he can still (with significant effort) pound almost brutally up into Jedao, rocking his whole body with each thrust, while getting to feel every shiver of reaction, every gasp and moan and hitched breath vibrating right through him where they're pressed together. He takes advantage of Jedao's tipped head, mouths along the tight line of the tendon at the side of his neck, bites hard into the perfect swell of his trapezius, and lets his hands roam as they will. Pinches (lightly) at Jedao's nipples with one hand, smooths the other across his belly and down his thigh, reveling in the feel of Jedao's hand pressed over it, tracking his movements.
"So perfect," he whispers, breathless and strained. "Jesus, so... so fucking tight... and sweet... and perfect. Wanna... wanna feel you come... feel how tight you'll be-" He doesn't have the breath for more, not in this position, not if he's going to give Jedao the pounding he wants. It's probably just as well since he'd doubtless embarrass himself with what fell out of his mouth. He slides his hand down between Jedao's legs and hefts his balls, rolls them carefully and presses behind them, but doesn't let himself reach for his cock, no matter how much he wants to feel it in his hand, hard and hot and slick with precome.
He grunts quietly at the bite, shivers and whimpers when Fives plays with his nipples, and all the while he shudders at each hard perfect thrust. His whole back ripples, slightly out of rhythm, with irrepressible pleasure when Fives cock hits his prostate, and then again, and then again, his whole body loose and easy, Fives to maneuver and touch and take. Sometimes his hand spasms, grips a little tighter on Fives' hand, not to convey or request anything, not to say no or there, harder, but simply because Fives is all he has, all he wants, to hold on to.
When Fives cradles his balls he whines, desperately, hips stuttering their small rocking motions, torn between the cascading constant pleasure of Fives driving into him and the intense tender sensations of Fives' hand caressing him. He clenches down, reflexively and then deliberately, pants shallowly, tries to remember enough words to beg.
"Yeah," he groans, and it's probably louder than it should be, though that's a fine line and he's beyond even noticing right now. "Yeah, wanna... christ," he bites out, and slips his hand up this time, curls it around Jedao's shaft, drags it up and then down again, gently sliding Jedao's foreskin back so he can thumb across the slickness at the head. "Feel so... so good. So perfect."
He has to curl his other arm tight around Jedao's chest now, holding him close so he can keep his balance, keep his rhythm and keep fucking him, hard and fast and brutal. Now he strokes Jedao's cock in ragged counterpoint, twisting his wrist on the upstroke, rubbing his thumb along and under the head, biting back his own quiet, broken sounds at how overwhelming it all is.
The noise Jedao makes could only be described as a dry sob, powerful and pliant at once, wrenching through his chest and throat. He feels so unbearably, unbelievably good, wrung out by Fives' steady unrelenting thrusts, pinned perfectly safe in his strong hold, stunned by the gentle touch on his cock, finally, finally. He can't think, he can't breathe, echoes, "Perfect, perfect," when Fives reminds him of the word. He clenches harder, seizing, spiraling out of - not control, he left control behind what feels like ages ago, but out of sense, out of shape, out of stride with Fives' strokes, so close to spilling over.
He isn't holding back anymore, but he isn't striving for it, either, just floating in the moment, surrounded by Fives and drowning in him, letting the current of his own pleasure build and crest, now an unstoppable irrepressible thing called up by Fives' touch, gathering force, about to crash through him.
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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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"Feel so good on my cock," he rasps, voice ragged and strained with the effort of keeping it low. "So fuck... fucking gorgeous. Tight... and hot. Perfect. Jesus." He can't seem to shut himself up, can't seem to care about it either.
"Come... come up here," he demands, and wraps one thick arm around Jedao's chest, keeps the other hand braced at his hip as he urges him up. Wants to pull his back to his chest, see what that angle will feel like, how hard he can fuck up into him rocked back on his haunches. If Jedao will make more sounds, lose more control if Fives plays with his nipples and bites at his neck while he fucks him.
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"You got me, don't you baby," he murmurs, shivers at how much he likes the image, held up and helpless while Fives drives into him.
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"Oh god, oh god, yeah yeah yeah -" he mumbles.
He tilts his head back and to the side, resting against Fives' shoulder, exposing more of his neck to Fives' mouth. One of his hands slips over Fives' hand on his belly, not trying to move it, half bracing himself against Fives' touch and half savoring the contact for its own sake.
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"So perfect," he whispers, breathless and strained. "Jesus, so... so fucking tight... and sweet... and perfect. Wanna... wanna feel you come... feel how tight you'll be-" He doesn't have the breath for more, not in this position, not if he's going to give Jedao the pounding he wants. It's probably just as well since he'd doubtless embarrass himself with what fell out of his mouth. He slides his hand down between Jedao's legs and hefts his balls, rolls them carefully and presses behind them, but doesn't let himself reach for his cock, no matter how much he wants to feel it in his hand, hard and hot and slick with precome.
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When Fives cradles his balls he whines, desperately, hips stuttering their small rocking motions, torn between the cascading constant pleasure of Fives driving into him and the intense tender sensations of Fives' hand caressing him. He clenches down, reflexively and then deliberately, pants shallowly, tries to remember enough words to beg.
"Fives, please, oh, oh please, Fives -"
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He has to curl his other arm tight around Jedao's chest now, holding him close so he can keep his balance, keep his rhythm and keep fucking him, hard and fast and brutal. Now he strokes Jedao's cock in ragged counterpoint, twisting his wrist on the upstroke, rubbing his thumb along and under the head, biting back his own quiet, broken sounds at how overwhelming it all is.
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He isn't holding back anymore, but he isn't striving for it, either, just floating in the moment, surrounded by Fives and drowning in him, letting the current of his own pleasure build and crest, now an unstoppable irrepressible thing called up by Fives' touch, gathering force, about to crash through him.
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