[His smugness increases as Five comes apart and speaks those words. As for use of his hands, well, he'll have to ask Lahabrea nicely.]

I do have a guess, but confirm it anyway. Ever is it sweeter coming from your lips.

[The arrogance is short lived, however. He falters in his pace, stopping completely as Lahabrea's fingers move inside him. He shudders and moans as fingers curl gaze falling shut as he's unable to keep eye contact. With great effort he tries to pull off of them.]

E-efficient as always.