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.
Fives makes a strangled noise when Jedao clenches around him again, and his rhythm stutters for a moment at the sudden tightness. It's only a moment, though, and then he's redoubling his efforts, sweat slicking his skin and muscles starting to tremble with the strain of keeping up the punishing pace. But he promised Jedao that he'd rail him and he's not going to slack off now, not when everything about this is so fucking amazing; Jedao lax in his arms, pliant and perfect, the little sounds he makes, the feel of his cock, hard and hot and so slick in his hand.
He mouths at the side of Jedao's neck, so close to lost in his own pleasure, pistoning his hips up in an increasingly ragged rhythm, quiet, gasping sounds of pleasure escaping him in lieu of the words he doesn't have breath for anymore. All he can do is urge Jedao on with his hands and his body, with lips and tongue and teeth at his neck, biting down almost helplessly as he realizes he might actually manage to come one more time.
It's not, he'd think if he could think at all, the bite that does it, but it's the bite that marks it, the stinging singing tingling high note at the top of the crescendo that's been building all along, harmonizing with Fives' beautiful sounds panted right against his ear, the weight and heat and drive of him, the drag of his callouses against Jedao's cock. He gulps and goes totally silent, throat catching as he reflexively holds his breath in a reaction he trained into himself years ago; easier not to breathe at all than to remember not to scream. His whole body wrenches as he comes, every muscle shaking and tensing, his back going rigid in Fives' embrace while his cock jerks and spills in his grip, hips juddering forward and back.
Fives presses his face tight against Jedao's neck with a broken sob, his rhythm stuttering further as Jedao pulses around him, vise-tight and velvet soft and more perfect than anything he's ever felt before. He keeps stroking Jedao through the shaking and shuddering aftermath, come slicking his grip, keeps pounding up into him now, but with longer, slower strokes, still ragged and uneven but almost desperate as he chases his own release. He hadn't expected it would be an issue, had thought he was done for the night, just enjoying doing this for Jedao, but he's so close, and he wants so desperately.
He blinks the stars out of his eyes, struggles to get his breath back, and while part of him wants nothing but to collapse and sink into this easy blissed-out feeling, Fives is still making beautiful noises so close to his ear, still gloriously hard and hot sliding into him. Jedao gets another breath and makes himself start to move again, in slow, languid rolls, unhurried and untethered.
"Yeah, baby," he croons, voice even huskier than before, "Come for me one more time, feels so good, give it to me again sweetheart, you can do it, that's it."
Fives whimpers at the feel of Jedao starting to move again, at the sound of his voice, urging him on. He's so agonizingly close, and he splays his come-splattered hand over Jedao's belly, feeling his heat and the way his muscles undulate with his movements. This is his whole world, here and now, heat and pressure and friction and the sweet, husky rasp of Jedao's voice as he pushes and pushes and pushes, jerky and almost frantic, every breath panting and strained, desperate little noises muffled in Jedao's skin.
And then he's there, pulling Jedao against him with a vise-grip as heat spools out from his core in deep, shuddering pulses of pleasure
It feels so good, the way Fives moves, the way he groans. The way Fives holds him tight, the palpable feeling of Fives desire like warm brandy burning gently in his throat, the strain and the tender satiation afterward.
"So good, baby," he echoes himself, still cradled in Fives' embrace, twisting his head to the side hopefully, enough for the strain to ache a little. He can't kiss Fives like this without Fives' cooperation, but he can turn to him, he can intimate and offer.
It takes Fives a moment to catch the hint, to even notice it past shuddering aftershocks of pleasure and the fucked out lethargy that's finally starting to catch up to him. But once he does he tips his head obligingly and catches Jedao's lips with a deep, satisfied sigh.
By the time the kiss breaks he's shaking a little from the exertion, and he just...tips sideways with a groan, carrying Jedao right along with him as he collapses onto the bed. Conveniently--and quite honestly not intentionally--well away from the wet spot.
"You've fucked me to death," he murmurs, and his voice is a hoarse, fucked out rasp, the words almost slurred. "Gonna jus' die here," he adds, and pulls Jedao tight against his chest so he can nuzzle his face into the nape of his neck.
"Do not fall asleep," Jedao warns, even as he slumps contentedly in Fives' arms. "I will tip you out the window buck naked into the bushes if you're still here in the morning, I will have no mercy, every man for himself, law of the sea -" Any further hyperbolics are cut off as Jedao himself yawns.
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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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He mouths at the side of Jedao's neck, so close to lost in his own pleasure, pistoning his hips up in an increasingly ragged rhythm, quiet, gasping sounds of pleasure escaping him in lieu of the words he doesn't have breath for anymore. All he can do is urge Jedao on with his hands and his body, with lips and tongue and teeth at his neck, biting down almost helplessly as he realizes he might actually manage to come one more time.
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"Yeah, baby," he croons, voice even huskier than before, "Come for me one more time, feels so good, give it to me again sweetheart, you can do it, that's it."
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And then he's there, pulling Jedao against him with a vise-grip as heat spools out from his core in deep, shuddering pulses of pleasure
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"So good, baby," he echoes himself, still cradled in Fives' embrace, twisting his head to the side hopefully, enough for the strain to ache a little. He can't kiss Fives like this without Fives' cooperation, but he can turn to him, he can intimate and offer.
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By the time the kiss breaks he's shaking a little from the exertion, and he just...tips sideways with a groan, carrying Jedao right along with him as he collapses onto the bed. Conveniently--and quite honestly not intentionally--well away from the wet spot.
"You've fucked me to death," he murmurs, and his voice is a hoarse, fucked out rasp, the words almost slurred. "Gonna jus' die here," he adds, and pulls Jedao tight against his chest so he can nuzzle his face into the nape of his neck.
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