[Five's more coherent than Lahabrea. Robbed of words he tightens his arm around Hades, bites the back of his shoulder and drops his other hand to grip Five's wrist, not preventing him from getting Hades off but holding onto him, anchoring himself to both of them as he comes, shuddering and quiet, the hitching of his breath the main indication of how intensely undone he is, that and his own orgasm.

He doesn't let either of them go in a hurry either, keeping them both in his grip even as the aftershocks of pleasure course through him. Blindly holding onto the warmth and connection.]