[He moans, raggedly, keeping his eyes on the men in front of him and in Five's case, on top of him. His hand drops after Emet releases him, his own cheeks pink to his ears as he slides his hand up between Emet's legs and shoves a finger inside him.

Did anyone expect him to be gentle? He knows how rough Emet can stand and he's hardly in a position himself to be teasing, gritting his teeth just to focus a little past the pleasure and arousal of having Emet setting Five's pace and the delicious friction and heat of Five riding his cock.

So no, he's neither slow nor especially gentle as he pries Emet open with slick fingers, deliberately searching for his prostrate as quickly and ruthlessly as he can.

He's a bit more quiet just from the sheer need to focus. But his gaze on Emet is intense and dark with arousal and want, and the hand still on Five's hip kneads, digging in and loosening as he shudders in response to every movement. Managing finally to speak while maintaining eye contact with Emet and curling his fingers sharply against Emet's prostate.]

You feel... incredible, Five.