[Skill or no the fact that touches feel aetheric and that Lahabrea does adore him pretty much means Five could suck (ha) and still have Lahabrea squirming.

Unfortunately for the older man Five's a fast study and Emet is pulling him into his lap so for a moment all he can do is whine, lifting a hand to grip the back of Emet's neck desperately while the other anchors in Five's hair, his breath hitching.

He looks up at Emet but quickly enough his attention is dragged to Five, unable to look away as he swallows and licks his lips, forcing himself to have the composure to speak, even if his voice is unsteady with Five's attentions.]

Your mouth... Five... feels good.

[His fingers curl, against Emet and Five both as he rallies and addresses Emet instead. ]

Hades... your love has such sweet lips. The way they wrap around me-- not quite sure of himself yet pretending to be, the bravado... I can feel... you, in the way his tongue moves. The way you do it, imitated, yet already making it is own while he adapts.

Ah that-- feeling. It is is incredible. It feels like he is taking my very aether into his mouth, and ah... even though I can make out where he's learned from you so distinctly, it's inexperienced and yet so ... so sweetly delightful.