Fives rubs his thumb gently over Jedao's pulse and sucks his thumb into his mouth, tasting the salt on his skin, thinking of doing this to his cock, but not ready to take that step just yet. He's working himself up to it, and he runs his other hand lightly along the hollow of Jedao's hip, then in a little to skritch his fingers through the dark curls of Jedao's pubic hair.
"I've always loved it, but... I've never been able to just, to take time for it, before the barge," he tells him quietly, and sets his teeth to the meat at the base of his thumb. "But the biggest thing I love about it is-" He shakes his head a little, worrying at the flesh between his teeth, then lets go again- "Is making you feel good." If it doesn't do that then he'd just as soon not do it at all.
Jedao groans a little at the heat of Fives' mouth around his thumb.
"It's - I - I really want to come on your face," he says in a rush, like he's getting it out in spite of himself, off-kilter and breathless. "It always feels good, only - sometimes feeling good meant feeling bad, too. Helpless."
He swallows, wriggles. Fives is so close.
"Wait - can you strip too?" Normally Jedao thinks that's hot as hell, the little power play with one person naked and the other mostly clothed, but right now it's a little too real, especially with Fives' not-quite-Kel blacks. "And I'll tell you before it gets to sometimes and you can switch to using just your hands."
Fives groans at that, at Jedao wanting something to do with this. It makes it feel infinitely less fraught just for that one, small admission of his own desire.
"Yeah." His voice has dropped to a deep rumble as the reality of this catches up with him, that he's going to get this and Jedao wants it. He slips off the bed so he can strip off his blacks, glad he'd already kicked off his boots when he'd been waiting for Jedao.
"I want you to come all over my face." He's not entirely hard yet, but his cock twitches visibly at the idea as he crawls back onto the bed. "Do you want to lay down? Sit? Stand?" It'll be a little harder to manage the coming on his face part of Jedao's lying down, but he obviously needs to choose whatever he'll be most comfortable with.
"Okay," he answers easily, and swings a leg over his hips so he can straddle him. "Not standing." He leans down for a kiss, slow and lingering. "We'll figure the rest out as we go," he murmurs against his lips, then starts to work his way down again, just as slow and careful and attentive as the first time. Lips and tongue and teeth, careful brushes of his fingers, the occasional soft drag of his hardening cock against Jedao's skin as he moves. The whole point of this, at least for him, is that there's no rush, and he wants Jedao to relax and enjoy just being touched and cherished and loved.
Part of him wants to tell Fives not to give him so much time to anticipate, to start freaking out about it. But he probably shouldn't say that, and he tries to let himself just - take it, sink into it, to let Fives make him feel good.
"More hands?" he asks, arching a little to rub his body against Fives' cock, both for the simple thrill of it and the visceral reassurance that Fives is motivated by real desire, not calculation.
"Like this?" he asks, and slips a hand between Jedao's thighs to cup his balls and tug, at the same time that he lets his cheek drag along Jedao's shaft as he sets his teeth to the hollow of his hip.
It doesn't occur to him he's potentially drawing out Jedao's torment, when what he's trying to do is make it not just about blowing him. He's happy to take direction, though, and ne tugs Jedao's balls again, reaching up to lightly thumb his nipple at the same time that he finally licks a broad, wet stripe up his cock with the flat of his tongue.
It feels so kriffing good, and he moans quietly and rocks his hips, leaving a damp trail of precome on Jedao's shin.
"Is this all right?" he asks hoarsely as he curls one hand around the base of Jedao's cock to hold it for him, so he can get a good angle to lick and suck, though right now he just licks another sloppy stripe up the underside of his shaft. The other hand he shifts to his thigh, where he grips just tight enough for his fingers to press indents into Jedao's skin without bruising.
"Yeah, s'good. Sloppy is good." She was never that. Bruises might be good too, but he's too distracted by the sensation to say more, interrupted by little, gasping moans.
"Mmmm, good, 'cause I like sloppy." He's already proving that be working his way up Jedao's shaft with wet, open-mouthed kisses, then using the saliva to slick his grip for some short, twisting strokes. "Fuck, gonna be a drooling mess for your cock, ner'riduur," he mumbles as he licks messily around the head, without actually sucking on it yet.
"You taste so kriffing good," he murmurs, breathing over Jedao's foreskin where it's already dripping with with his saliva, then draws it oh so carefully back so he can lick delicately over the head of his cock, savoring the taste of him for a moment before sliding his lips down just a little, slick and wet and sloppy still.
"Fives," Jedao breathes, and it's so hot without being terrifying, without the gnawing worry that Fives will use his pleasure against him, even it's overwhelming, even if it would work. He'd thought he was ready - perfectly ready, knew perfectly well - but he'd let himself put off testing it. And now he is, and it's good, easier than he expected even if not quite all the way to easy. He laughs, a bright, shocked sound; he feels like a tether wire in his chest has snapped, as though Fives' mouth and hands are the only things keeping him from floating off the bed.
Fives doesn't pull off, even as his lips stretch into an awkward grin around Jedao's cock. There's no way he's stopping now, not with Jedao reacting like that, and he slides down farther, doing his best to curl his tongue around Jedao's shaft as he lets the head drag along the ridges of his palate.
He makes his own low, shuddering noise of pleasure as spit runs down Jedao's cock and starts to drip off his chin, and he uses it to work his hand wetly over Jedao's shaft, his loose fist coming up to meet his lips, then his lips sliding down farther to follow it. He's not sure how Jedao will feel about him swallowing him, so he won't go that far yet.
It's probably a good call; this is a lot, and just right at the same time. Jedao whimpers and writhes, tries not to thrust up too much - he's fucked Fives' throat before, this is supposed to be about letting him be proactive - and still letting Fives feel how hot Jedao is for it, the rough slide through his wonderful familiar hands and the overwhelming sensation of his skillful mouth.
He does pull off now, to hold Jedao in one big hand and lick him root to crown with broad, sloppy sweeps of the flat of his tongue. He slides Jedao's foreskin back just enough every few licks to swirl his tongue under it a little, wrap it around him just under where the head of his cock flares, humming in pleasure.
"Beautiful," he mumbles. "You've got such a kriffing gorgeous cock, ner'riduur." And then he's sliding down again, spit-slick and greedy as he takes him in.
He flushes patchily, all the way down the unscarred parts of his chest, breath hitching and whimpering.
"Fives!" he gasps, and it's not precisely scandalized, but there's a shocked self-consciousness to it that has far less to do with the compliment than the delivery
He stops at the tone of Jedao's voice, mouth still on him but going no farther, one big hand massaging at his hip, and just... waits for a moment. To be sure that's not a sign it's getting to be too much.
It's - overwhelming, but after a moment to pant and sift through his own feelings - which he appreciates - Jedao thinks it's the good kind of overwhelming. He takes another long breath and strokes his hand over Fives' head, gently, gratefully.
"All the way, now," he murmurs, as smoothly as he can manage, and it's a vestige of control, a simple kind command instead of using Fives' face, but still control. If he decides when, then - then it can't fit into anyone else's plan to turn him by sensation. If he's overwhelmed, it's because he's leaping, not because he's being broken.
He can't smile, not with his lips stretched so wide around his cock, but his eyes crinkle a little, and shine with pleasure and love and pride. He rubs his thumb gently along the hollow of Jedao's hip, and then does just as he's told, sliding all the way down, throat working as he shifts the angle of his head just enough to be able to take him, until his nose is pressed into the tight curls at Jedao's groin and it's perfect. He only holds it for a couple seconds this time, then swallows around him before sliding up again, groaning as soon as he can get the air for it, making it obvious just how much he's loving this.
Fives is - making it easy, easier than Jedao realized the variance could go; he slides his hand down a little further, and squeezes Fives' neck as a reward.
"I love the noises you make," Jedao murmurs, always true but especially now. "I love your eyebrows," a stupid, incongruous little detail; Jedao traces the curve of one with the thumb of his free hand. "Ner'riduur."
Fives arches his back a little at the squeeze, and manages another moan before he's taken Jedao too deep for breathing. He swallows around him again, and stays down longer, letting himself really feel it before drawing back. Just long enough for a breath, and to lick messily at the head of Jedao's cock, and then he's sliding down again, following Jedao's last order faithfully unless and until he countermands it, making sure he feels like he has control here even as he's given Fives so much more than he ever has before.
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"I've always loved it, but... I've never been able to just, to take time for it, before the barge," he tells him quietly, and sets his teeth to the meat at the base of his thumb. "But the biggest thing I love about it is-" He shakes his head a little, worrying at the flesh between his teeth, then lets go again- "Is making you feel good." If it doesn't do that then he'd just as soon not do it at all.
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"It's - I - I really want to come on your face," he says in a rush, like he's getting it out in spite of himself, off-kilter and breathless. "It always feels good, only - sometimes feeling good meant feeling bad, too. Helpless."
He swallows, wriggles. Fives is so close.
"Wait - can you strip too?" Normally Jedao thinks that's hot as hell, the little power play with one person naked and the other mostly clothed, but right now it's a little too real, especially with Fives' not-quite-Kel blacks. "And I'll tell you before it gets to sometimes and you can switch to using just your hands."
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"Yeah." His voice has dropped to a deep rumble as the reality of this catches up with him, that he's going to get this and Jedao wants it. He slips off the bed so he can strip off his blacks, glad he'd already kicked off his boots when he'd been waiting for Jedao.
"I want you to come all over my face." He's not entirely hard yet, but his cock twitches visibly at the idea as he crawls back onto the bed. "Do you want to lay down? Sit? Stand?" It'll be a little harder to manage the coming on his face part of Jedao's lying down, but he obviously needs to choose whatever he'll be most comfortable with.
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He smiles lopsidedly, just looking at Fives. He's so beautiful, and so - known. (Beloved.) That makes it easier too.
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"More hands?" he asks, arching a little to rub his body against Fives' cock, both for the simple thrill of it and the visceral reassurance that Fives is motivated by real desire, not calculation.
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"Anywhere," he pants. As long as he can feel Fives' hands while it happens, broad and strong and calloused, nothing like hers at all.
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It feels so kriffing good, and he moans quietly and rocks his hips, leaving a damp trail of precome on Jedao's shin.
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"Less - targeted? I just want to be able to feel them. Hold me." His thighs, his hips - that part doesn't matter.
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"Yeah, s'good. Sloppy is good." She was never that. Bruises might be good too, but he's too distracted by the sensation to say more, interrupted by little, gasping moans.
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"Yeah," he breathes. Messy and married, wet and gentle and easy. That's exactly what he needs.
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He makes his own low, shuddering noise of pleasure as spit runs down Jedao's cock and starts to drip off his chin, and he uses it to work his hand wetly over Jedao's shaft, his loose fist coming up to meet his lips, then his lips sliding down farther to follow it. He's not sure how Jedao will feel about him swallowing him, so he won't go that far yet.
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much - he's fucked Fives' throat before, this is supposed to be about letting him be proactive - and still letting Fives feel how hot Jedao is for it, the rough slide through his wonderful familiar hands and the overwhelming sensation of his skillful mouth.
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"Beautiful," he mumbles. "You've got such a kriffing gorgeous cock, ner'riduur." And then he's sliding down again, spit-slick and greedy as he takes him in.
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"Fives!" he gasps, and it's not precisely scandalized, but there's a shocked self-consciousness to it that has far less to do with the compliment than the delivery
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"All the way, now," he murmurs, as smoothly as he can manage, and it's a vestige of control, a simple kind command instead of using Fives' face, but still control. If he decides when, then - then it can't fit into anyone else's plan to turn him by sensation. If he's overwhelmed, it's because he's leaping, not because he's being broken.
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"I love the noises you make," Jedao murmurs, always true but especially now. "I love your eyebrows," a stupid, incongruous little detail; Jedao traces the curve of one with the thumb of his free hand. "Ner'riduur."
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