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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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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