The tongue slides back out of his throat once his teeth let go, and those sharp teeth nibble at the line of his jaw without ever breaking the skin. Something - another tongue - laps at the sweat pooling along the line of his sternum without the rest of the body moving off him. He nuzzles and licks Fives' neck at the same time.

"You're something special, aren't you?" murmurs the voice, just as deep and languid as before, but with no hint of sarcasm.