"You're so good for me," Jedao breathes, bending down again to sink his teeth into the meat between Fives' neck and shoulder, sucking and biting a wet, heavy bruise.
"Love you," Jedao murmurs into his skin, nuzzling and nipping at the spot before sitting up to shuck off his own uniform top and open up his pants. He doesn't bother getting off of Fives to get rid of them, just pulls his cock out, not hard yet but certainly interested, giving himself a few easy strokes with one hand and teasing Fives' nipple with the other.
Fives licks his lips as Jedao strips off his shirt and opens his pants. "Fuck, you're beautiful, cyar'ika," he rasps, and he means it absolutely, as much for the scars as anything.
"Mmmhm, sure," Jedao hums, as though he weren't paying that much attention to what Fives is saying, on account of being totally entranced just looking at Fives' body, his eyes roving over Fives' chest as he touches himself. He's teasing, of course - not that he isn't enchanted, but he's capable of paying attention to a lot of things. His mouth doesn't curve into a grin but the crinkles at the corners of his eyes give him away.
Fives' eyes drop half shut as he watches Jedao; the way he's looking at him, the way he's touching himself. His breathing is slow and deep and even as he relaxes more, settles more into just being there for Jedao to do with as he wishes.
He's more than half hard himself now, pressed against Jedao's ass through the fabric of his trousers, but it doesn't matter. Jedao will do something about it when he decides to, until then this is perfect.
Jedao rocks a little against Fives' erection, getting harder as he feels it rub against him, then he crawls further up Fives' body, plants his knees under Fives' armpits, braces himself with one hand on the wall and uses the other to rub the head of his cock over Fives' lips, teasing both of them.
"Open up, baby," Jedao croons. "But don't suck until I tell you to." But he will, eventually. A treat because he knows Fives loves it and doesn't ask, and because it's easier like this, because Jedao is willing to push himself in a way Fives, bless him, never asks of him.
He can't help but roll his hips up a little as Jedao rocks against him, or at least he doesn't try. Doesn't try to hold back the soft sigh, only a small part disappointment, as Jedao takes that weight and pressure away. Because what he's getting is even better, and his mouth does open with another, deeper sigh as Jedao rubs the head of his cock over his lips.
He'd hoped, at least a little, that maybe he'd get this as a reward for the cuffs, not that he hadn't wanted them for their own sake. But he loves this; the warm weight of Jedao's cock against his lips, the salt-bitter-musk tang of his skin as his tongue flickers out for a taste. Jedao had said he can't suck, after all, not that he can't lick.
Fives grins as well as he can around Jedao's cock and licks him again. This is perfect, easy, and he moans as Jedao slips the head of his cock past his lips.
He makes his tongue broad and flat, drags it against Jedao's foreskin, trying to pull it back a little. Teasing and definitely cheeky as he plays with Jedao's cock without breaking the rules and sucking.
It feels so good that Jedao drags it out longer than he planned to, all shallow breaths as he rocks just inside Fives' mouth, lets him play within the boundaries Jedao's given him. He lets go and strokes his free hand down the midline of Fives' skull, between the stumps without drawing attention to them, touching his hair in a parallel rhythm.
"Alright, sweetheart. Go ahead and get me ready," Jedao tells him, still rocking gently but not fucking Fives' face outright, letting him savor and show off a little this time.
Fives would tip his head into the touch if he could, but he's more than happy to focus on Jedao's cock, on the warm weight of it on his lips and tongue and the bitter musk taste of him as he starts to leak.
He's panting a little, looking up at Jedao with wide, adoring eyes. Absolutely focused on the moment. And then Jedao gives him permission for more and he closes his lips around him, tongue curling cleverly beneath the head of his cock as he finally starts to suck.
Jedao groans, a low earnest sound wrenched out of him, doesn't hold back at all.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he mumbles, and it still feels a little bit dangerous, but little enough now that the thrill of fear just makes it hotter instead of ruining it. "Your mouth, Fives, fox and hound..."
The way Jedao groans, the mumbled praise, are everything right now. Fives loves sucking cock, and he so rarely gets to do this for Jedao. His own groan is low and appreciative as he tips his head forward to take more of Jedao's cock into his mouth, to let the head drag over the ridges of his palate as he traces the big vein with his tongue before dragging back a little and then taking him farther again. It feels almost meditative, like something he could do forever.
Jedao gets all the way hard in Fives' mouth, trails streaks of precome over his tongue as he rocks gently, his fingers twisting in Fives' short hair with as much of a grip as he can get, whimpering and cleaning as Fives works him with his tongue.
It's perfect. Perfectperfectperfect, and his eyes flutter shut entirely as Jedao pulls at his hair, hardens in his mouth, whimpers as Fives takes him as deep as he can at this angle. Drags his lips over velvet soft skin, teases Jedao's foreskin with the tip of his tongue, and curls it beneath the head of his cock, sucks and licks and groans, though none of it in any hurry.
Jedao lets them go easy and slow. Fives is teasing him but he's also teasing himself, sliding another inch into Fives' mouth and then rocking back, letting himself get very incrementally deeper, letting Fives pleasure him. If it's too much he can pull back; but he doesn't want to pull back.
Eventually, he's too deep for Fives to do anything elaborate, and Jedao keeps rocking, just letting himself enjoy taking his mouth, not gentle so much as measured, steady and easy and deliberate, lingering because he's so reluctant to move on, now that he's finally let himself feel how good this can be.
"You're so perfect, darling, you feel amazing," he mumbles, slowly fucking Fives' throat.
He can't do anything now, really, but drag his tongue along the underside of Jedao's cock as he fucks into his mouth, vary the pressure of his lips on his shaft, moan, deep in his throat, when Jedao pushes into it, so he does all of those as best he can. He's still in no more hurry than Jedao seems to be, he's enjoying the almost lazy pace, the way Jedao's taking him, slow and easy.
He's hard and leaking, leaving a spreading pool of precome on his belly, but he doesn't really notice or care. Doesn't care about anything but this, as he continues to look up at Jedao from under the dark sweep of his lashes with absolute contentment and adoration.
"I need to kiss you," he murmurs, half to reassure Fives as he starts to pull back, and half to make himself actually do it. He slides down Fives' body, rubbing his dick on Fives' chest and belly as he goes, and drapes his full weight on tope of Fives. He lays his arms over Fives' arms, his hands closing most of the way around Fives' forearms, a few inches below the cuffs, his thighs straddling Fives' hips as he replaces his cock with his tongue, kissing just as leisurely, hungry but unhurried.
Even with the warning he makes a small noise of protest as Jedao pulls out, but then everything else feels so good that it's not so bad after all. The drag of Jedao's dick and balls over his skin, the faint catch and pull of hair as he moves, the feel of strong hands closing around his forearms and then Jedao's weight on him, solid and grounding. He opens just as easily for the kiss, sighing as he teases at Jedao's lips and tongue in much the same way he had his cock, warm and eager but unhurried and, again, utterly content. When he rocks his hips up it's almost absent, his body moving on instinct now that there's weight and substance for him to press against.
Jedao kisses him for long minutes, nipping Fives' lips occasionally, but more often just nibbling and sucking, kissing until they're both drunk on it. Finally he pulls back from that too, nuzzling Fives' nose a little before sitting up, and pressing two fingers into Fives' mouth instead. He moves them in and out idly, lets Fives get them as wet as he can with earnest licking, then slides down his body yet again, He settles in between Fives' legs, hoisting one knee over his shoulder, and rubs over Fives' hole with his warm, wet fingers.
Perfect. Perfect and beautiful and easy and warm, he's not even thinking about the horn stumps, or the weird bone grafts on his skull. He's not thinking about anything but the warmth and weight of Jedao's body over him, the taste of his tongue, of his easy breath as they kiss and kiss and kiss.
He protests again when Jedao pulls away, just a wordless, quiet sound of loss that fades immediately as Jedao presses his fingers into his mouth. He knows what this is leading up to, now, and the way he licks and sucks on them is absolutely filthy as he works up a mouthful of spit to get them as sopping wet as he can. The next sound he makes is encouragement rather than protest, a low whine as his hips shift restlessly. He doesn't push down against Jedao's fingers, not yet, he's trying to be good and go at whatever pace Jedao sets, but kriff does he want to.
"Good boy," Jedao tells him, voice rough and warm. He doesn't mean to say it, but it slips out, soft with awe and adoration. He turns his head to brush a soft kiss against the inside of Fives' knee at the same moment that he starts pressing his fingers inside.
Something about the praise, he's not sure if it's what he said or just how he said it, blindsides Fives completely, punches the breath right out of him on a low, gasping moan. All he knows is that in this moment he wants it, to be good for Jedao and to be his, absolutely and unquestioningly.
His thought processes, muddled as they are, don't get any further, his entire awareness suddenly taken up by the feel of Jedao's fingers pressing in to him, just barely slick enough and burning a little and perfect. Absolutely perfect. He's panting, open-mouthed, as he bears down on them without thought. Whines. And otherwise remains absolutely pliant and lax. He's given himself over to Jedao entirely, and even though he feels almost like he's one raw nerve of want, what he wants is to be good. To take what Jedao gives him and not think of anything beyond that.
"You're so beautiful," Jedao breathes, letting Fives fuck himself on Jedao's fingers, carefully twisting to open Fives up a little more while letting Fives' own desperation and desire and tolerance control the depth. "The noises you make for me, how lush your mouth looks right now, the sweat on your skin. You're so fucking lovely, darling, I can barely stand it."
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He's more than half hard himself now, pressed against Jedao's ass through the fabric of his trousers, but it doesn't matter. Jedao will do something about it when he decides to, until then this is perfect.
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"Open up, baby," Jedao croons. "But don't suck until I tell you to." But he will, eventually. A treat because he knows Fives loves it and doesn't ask, and because it's easier like this, because Jedao is willing to push himself in a way Fives, bless him, never asks of him.
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He'd hoped, at least a little, that maybe he'd get this as a reward for the cuffs, not that he hadn't wanted them for their own sake. But he loves this; the warm weight of Jedao's cock against his lips, the salt-bitter-musk tang of his skin as his tongue flickers out for a taste. Jedao had said he can't suck, after all, not that he can't lick.
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"Clever, aren't you?" he teases, sliding his cockhead into Fives' mouth, rubbing it over his tongue with small, shallow thrusts.
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He makes his tongue broad and flat, drags it against Jedao's foreskin, trying to pull it back a little. Teasing and definitely cheeky as he plays with Jedao's cock without breaking the rules and sucking.
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"Alright, sweetheart. Go ahead and get me ready," Jedao tells him, still rocking gently but not fucking Fives' face outright, letting him savor and show off a little this time.
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He's panting a little, looking up at Jedao with wide, adoring eyes. Absolutely focused on the moment. And then Jedao gives him permission for more and he closes his lips around him, tongue curling cleverly beneath the head of his cock as he finally starts to suck.
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"Fuck, you feel so good," he mumbles, and it still feels a little bit dangerous, but little enough now that the thrill of fear just makes it hotter instead of ruining it. "Your mouth, Fives, fox and hound..."
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Eventually, he's too deep for Fives to do anything elaborate, and Jedao keeps rocking, just letting himself enjoy taking his mouth, not gentle so much as measured, steady and easy and deliberate, lingering because he's so reluctant to move on, now that he's finally let himself feel how good this can be.
"You're so perfect, darling, you feel amazing," he mumbles, slowly fucking Fives' throat.
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He's hard and leaking, leaving a spreading pool of precome on his belly, but he doesn't really notice or care. Doesn't care about anything but this, as he continues to look up at Jedao from under the dark sweep of his lashes with absolute contentment and adoration.
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He protests again when Jedao pulls away, just a wordless, quiet sound of loss that fades immediately as Jedao presses his fingers into his mouth. He knows what this is leading up to, now, and the way he licks and sucks on them is absolutely filthy as he works up a mouthful of spit to get them as sopping wet as he can. The next sound he makes is encouragement rather than protest, a low whine as his hips shift restlessly. He doesn't push down against Jedao's fingers, not yet, he's trying to be good and go at whatever pace Jedao sets, but kriff does he want to.
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His thought processes, muddled as they are, don't get any further, his entire awareness suddenly taken up by the feel of Jedao's fingers pressing in to him, just barely slick enough and burning a little and perfect. Absolutely perfect. He's panting, open-mouthed, as he bears down on them without thought. Whines. And otherwise remains absolutely pliant and lax. He's given himself over to Jedao entirely, and even though he feels almost like he's one raw nerve of want, what he wants is to be good. To take what Jedao gives him and not think of anything beyond that.
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