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[ninefox]

"Can you hold your arm across your lap, darlin?" Jedao asks, even though he's moving Fives' arm for him, carefully, with his off hand.

"I'm going to do your temple next." On the same side, two gears with teeth interlocking, eyes inside each one to differentiate Jedao's gears from the Republic's.

[callmefives]

He hums in pleasure as Quentin's nails scratch through his hair and turns his head just enough to brush a kiss against his jaw before looking back to Jedao. He lets himself be moved, easily compliant, and leaves his arm where Jedao puts it.

"'Kay." He glances at Jedao and smiles, still soft and warm, then lets him move him where he wants again. He won't be able to watch Jedao do this piece, so he focuses on the bright new ink on his arm instead, tracing the lines, getting a little lost in the color and the bright, staring eyes.

[ninefox]

"Close your eyes for me," he orders when he's finished the gears, and takes the opportunity to kiss each eyelid, featherlight. "You're doing so good for me, baby," he purrs, his irises only a thin brown ring around his pupils, the eyes of his signifier crowding in an avid, covetous gaze.

"Fireflies next, lean back. Quen-shei, make sure he's steady? Actually, what's the best way to add the magic in? I could do the outlines, and you fill in the light while you ink the color, or you start, or you spell while I ink.."

[magician_king]

"Do the outlines."

He agrees, shifting in his sprawl to lean deeper into the pillows, pulling Fives in so that his sprawl is more thoroughly braced.

"I'll do the colour. All in one go if he's still hungry when you're through with him, or in a second citing if he fatigues."

[callmefives]

Fives settles back into Quentin with a quiet, satisfied hum that almost trails into a groan. He's absolutely relaxed against Quentin, every muscle soft and lax, and he tips his head back again to brush another kiss along his jaw.

"C'n do it all at once." His voice is low and thick and syrupy and he's more than half hard, now. "Please," he adds, licking his lips as he blinks almost impossibly dark eyes up at Jedao and all the gleaming golden eyes watching steadily from over his shoulder.

[ninefox]

"We're going to take a break before the back piece," Jedao says, mildly but firmly. "I'm getting a hand massage and you're drinking tea or juice."

He leans forward to give Fives a gentle, lingering kiss before starting on the outlines for the fireflies.

[magician_king]

"I give excellent hand massages."

Points out Quentin, happily, who has long experience with working his own until they cramp and burn.

"And you," Fives, "get to savor this more if we do it in stages, don't forget."

[callmefives]

"... oh. Okay," he concedes, though he looks a little disappointed as he lifts his free hand to hold Jedao in place for a moment to kiss him back. "Don' want your hand to cramp up.

"Mmmmm," he hums in answer to Quentin. and squeezes his thigh with his free hand, the rest of him statue still as the needle moves across his chest. "Savoring's... good." He'd lay here all day, sandwiched between Quentin's warmth and Jedao's weight, letting Jedao to ink lines into his skin if he could.

[ninefox]

"Slow and steady," he promises, marking out the oblong bodies before inscribing the translucent wings with excruciating care. "I want all my marks on you to be perfect."

[magician_king]

"Good," breathes Quentin, softly, reverently stroking Fives' hair, again.

"The way you look like this- both of you."

[callmefives]

Fives groans in answer, panting slightly, though he's careful not to let it move his chest beneath Jedao's hand. He can't say anything right now, not with Jedao in the middle of a line, but the way he's staring at him, eyes dark and intent, makes it clear he agrees with Quentin on how Jedao looks doing this.

[ninefox]

"Do you want to come before we get started on the back piece, or wait till the very end?" Jedao asks, after he lifts the needle away from the gossamer lines of the second wing.

[magician_king]

Quentin chuckles- not surprised at their definition of what's involved in a tattoo session, and kissing Fives' ear to give him permission to select either.

[callmefives]

Fives tips his head a little into Quentin and just breathes for a moment after Jedao lifts the needle away, one hand gently massaging Quentin's thigh while he considers his options.

"Fuck me after?" he finally asks, voice a little hoarse and low, not quite slurred. He's riding the thin edge of being able to make considered decisions already, but he knows he wants that if Jedao's willing.

[ninefox]

"Yeah, baby," Jedao promises, starting on the next firefly. "You took such good care of me when it was my turn. I want to give you everything you want."

Always, but also, right now.

[magician_king]

"Both of us."

He promises, scratching his hair again, squeezing the nape of his neck, tightening his knees a little around him to give him a squeeze.

"If you'd like me too."

[callmefives]

Fives whines under his breath at Quentin's offer, and it takes every ounce of self control he can muster, and a possibly too hard grip on Quentin's thigh, not to shudder with it and possibly ruin Jedao's lines.

"Please." The word comes out a breathy whine as well, and his eyes have gone dark and glazed. He's suddenly so achingly hard he might come on his own before Jedao finishes inking the outlines for Quentin to add the magic to.

[ninefox]

"Shhhh," Jedao murmurs, hands steady, voice low. "Hold on for us, dear heart. Just a little while. You can do it."

[magician_king]

"Be still, just a little longer. We have you."

Using Jedao's tone, low and easy, gentling him through it.

[callmefives]

Fives gentles at their tone as much as their words, and melts back against Quentin with a slow, careful breath. He can wait, they've got him.

[ninefox]

"Good boy," Jedao tells him in the same tone, bending down to kiss Fives' shoulder lightly in between the body of the last firefly and the gossamer outlines of the wings.

[magician_king]

"That's as beautiful as he is, J."

Murmurs Quentin, quietly, hands running slow and steady, up and down his skin, head turning so he can press a kiss to his temple.

[callmefives]

Fives lets his eyes slip shut for a moment, because the praise combined with the featherlight brush of Jedao's lips so close to where he's been inking Fives' skin is almost too much. At the feeling of Quentin's lips at his temple he turns blindly into the kiss, brushing his own lips along Quentin's jaw, though still absolutely careful not to move any other part of him in case Jedao needs to touch any of the linework up.

[ninefox]

"Your turn, sweetheart," Jedao tells Quentin, carefully setting the tattoo gun aside before climbing off of Fives.

[magician_king]

He gives Five a nudge, getting him off, into the space between them, so Quentin can roll up to sitting and survey the work, drawing a thumb down his arm and deciding;

"Upside to pausing; we don't have to stop and clean the gun for my ink. We get to do this all over again."