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.
Jedao groans and settles into it, the rhythm of it, waves of deep wet pleasure. Idly, he slides his hand down to feel the line of Fives' jaw, then the press of his own cock against Fives' cheek from the other side, and suddenly that's so hot Jedao can barely breathe.
Fives loves Jedao's hand on him, loves knowing he's feeling himself there, and he groans again, low and deep, as he drags himself reluctantly off Jedao's cock. He uses the hand at Jedao's hip to tug him over with him as he rolls onto his side, so it'll be easier for Jedao to come all over his face the way he wants, and then he licks and sucks at the head and last couple inches of Jedao's cock like it's the best ice cream cone over, while he starts pumping him with his other hand, spit-slick and a little rough.
"Come for me, ner'riduur." His voice is a hoarse rasp from taking Jedao all the way down. "All over my face."
Jedao whimpers, feels overstimulated almost in advance, his stomach swooping all out of proportion to the actual amount of motion when Fives moves them, lost in the perfect roughness of the strokes. He feels caught, right at the head of his cock where Fives hasn't stopped sucking, heart hammering in his throat.
At the hoarse command, Jedao makes a strangled noise between a groan and a scream, grinding his teeth, hips shuddering in tiny twitches as he comes.
Fives pulls off at the noise Jedao makes, but keeps stroking him as he starts to come, groaning as come paints his face in thick white stripes. Spatters his lips and cheeks, catches in his eyelashes and whiskers and hair as he tips his head to watch Jedao's face. He slows his strokes as Jedao's orgasm tails off, but doesn't stop until the last spurt of come dribbles onto the sheet between them.
"So fucking beautiful when you come, ner'riduur," he rasps, and licks come off his lips as he tips his head to grin up at Jedao. "And you taste so damn good," he adds, and licks his palm and the sides of his fingers and his knuckles with a deep groan and a hitching shift of his hips.
Jedao pants for long seconds, then reaches haphazardly to pull Fives up. Jedao needs them to be face to face, needs to be able to embrace him, to rub come into his eyebrow like a maniac and kiss him messy.
Fives comes easily, eagerly, pressing tight against Jedao, his aching cock leaving a damp trail of precome on Jedao's thigh as he moves. He grins into the kiss, eager and overjoyed, and rubs their faces shamelessly together before kissing Jedao again, just as urgent and messy and desperate as before.
"Love you more than anything." His voice is still the best kind of raw, and he rocks unselfconsciously against Jedao as he strokes his back and his hip and up his side and kisses him until he's breathless. "Thank you, cyar'ika, ner'kar'ta... ner'riduur." There aren't enough words for how much he loves him, how much it means to him that Jedao is his, and that he's given him this.
Fives moans as Jedao gives him a thigh to rub against, then nips at his lips. "You love me filthy," he counters, then groans again, deep and almost desperate sounding at Jedao's command.
He's so close, even though he hadn't been thinking about himself much at all while he'd been blowing Jedao; but it had been so kriffing hot, he's wanted it so much for so long, that he's almost teetering at the edge already. He wishes he could have just gone off for Jedao's voice, but it won't take much, and he ruts against him a little harder, a little faster, kissing him deep and filthy and desperate, and it only takes a half dozen strokes before he's moaning Jedao's name as he comes apart, a shuddering, gasping mess.
Fives is too busy panting damply into Jedao's shoulder as he shudders and groans and finally stills, to answer immediately. When he does it's too turn his head enough to kiss Jedao's neck, and then his jaw and then his lips, softer now, before asking roughly, "It was good, then?"
He's not generally prone to need reassurance anymore, things have been easy and good in bed for long enough now, but this is new, and still a little scary, and he needs to be sure, even if the proof of Jedao's body should be enough.
Fives shivers and arches at the touch, then lets himself collapse a little, tugging Jedao against him. "Good," he murmurs, and nuzzles into the soft hair at Jedao's temple.
He'd like to say he always trusts him, but he knows that hasn't always been true, no matter how much they both want it to be, so instead he adds, "I'm sorry... that I made you push." That he'll probably make him do it again, because he's too nervous about these things to be able to risk taking the initiative, still.
“You’ve always been so careful. I think I learned what safety is from you. You don’t have to apologize just because I’m an ass and sometimes I want it both ways. Nobody could do that.”
"I want you to always feel safe with me," Fives murmurs, even if he's not sure safe is what Jedao always wants. He hooks one hand loosely at the nape of Jedao's neck and rests the other on his hip as he kisses his cheek.
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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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"Off -" he chokes, "Soon - face -"
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"Come for me, ner'riduur." His voice is a hoarse rasp from taking Jedao all the way down. "All over my face."
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At the hoarse command, Jedao makes a strangled noise between a groan and a scream, grinding his teeth, hips shuddering in tiny twitches as he comes.
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"So fucking beautiful when you come, ner'riduur," he rasps, and licks come off his lips as he tips his head to grin up at Jedao. "And you taste so damn good," he adds, and licks his palm and the sides of his fingers and his knuckles with a deep groan and a hitching shift of his hips.
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"Here - love you -"
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"Love you more than anything." His voice is still the best kind of raw, and he rocks unselfconsciously against Jedao as he strokes his back and his hip and up his side and kisses him until he's breathless. "Thank you, cyar'ika, ner'kar'ta... ner'riduur." There aren't enough words for how much he loves him, how much it means to him that Jedao is his, and that he's given him this.
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"Youfilthy boy," he mutters, without much heat. "Come on me too, darlin."
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He's so close, even though he hadn't been thinking about himself much at all while he'd been blowing Jedao; but it had been so kriffing hot, he's wanted it so much for so long, that he's almost teetering at the edge already. He wishes he could have just gone off for Jedao's voice, but it won't take much, and he ruts against him a little harder, a little faster, kissing him deep and filthy and desperate, and it only takes a half dozen strokes before he's moaning Jedao's name as he comes apart, a shuddering, gasping mess.
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He's not generally prone to need reassurance anymore, things have been easy and good in bed for long enough now, but this is new, and still a little scary, and he needs to be sure, even if the proof of Jedao's body should be enough.
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"It was good, ner'karta," Jedao promises. "Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for making it - so easy, for me to let it me good."
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He'd like to say he always trusts him, but he knows that hasn't always been true, no matter how much they both want it to be, so instead he adds, "I'm sorry... that I made you push." That he'll probably make him do it again, because he's too nervous about these things to be able to risk taking the initiative, still.
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He turns a little and kisses Fives’ forehead.
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