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[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."

[callmefives]

Fives shivers a little at the loss of Jedao's weight and warmth, and again as Quentin nudges him upright and he loses his warmth at his back. He's quietly pliant, though, dropped enough he's not really thinking, just reacting, and he licks his lips and looks between Jedao and Quentin, waiting to be put where they want him next.

[ninefox]

Jedao slides away, comes back with a bottle of water and an adjustable cockring.

"Why don't we cinch you up until Quentin's done, love?"

[magician_king]

"You're so game for everything."

He tells Fives, approvingly, and decides- in for a penny, in for a pound. He goes to begin the work of tidying up the tattoo gun.

[callmefives]

Fives bites back a whine when Jedao leaves the bed, then doesn't even try when he comes back with the cockring. If his blacks weren't waterproof the fabric over the head of his cock would be soaked now, and when he scrambles to shove them down, out of the way so Jedao can get the ring on him, his cock is flushed dark, the head pushing out of his foreskin, slick and gleaming with precome.

He's come up all over in gooseflesh and he's shaking a little as he props himself up, legs spread as far as he can get them with his blacks still around his thighs. He's not coordinated enough right now to think about getting them entirely out of the way, not unless he's told to. It's just enough of a distraction to keep him from protesting when Quentin gets up, though his gaze flicks restlessly from Jedao to Quentin and back again.

[ninefox]

Jedao's mouth waters so heavily he's a little afraid of drooling, but his hands are perfectly steady as he clasps the ring around the base of Fives' dick, then pulls the secondary strap around his balls, and tightens them both slowly but cruelly.

"Shall I leave him out, or would you be too distracted?" Jedao asks Quentin, teasing both of them as he moves into Quentin's previous place at Fives' back.

[magician_king]

"Hm?"

Says Quentin, looking up from his work and taking in the sight, casting an eye over him and drawing in a sharp little breath at the sight.

"I'll be fine, as long as you can hold him still. Will you be okay not to tease him if he's done up like this where you can touch?"

[callmefives]

Fives head tips back, baring the long, tense line of his throat and the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows hard. He's breathing hard and even his thighs are trembling slightly as Jedao tightens the straps around him. He doesn't even care that they're talking about him like he's not here, or like his opinion doesn't matter, because it doesn't. He'll do whatever he's told right now and be glad of it, though his hands open and close restlessly against the sheets with the desire to touch one of them, and his hips shift restlessly at Quentin's question. Will Jedao tease him? Can he stay still if he does?

[ninefox]

He settles in behind Fives, wrapping one arm around his waist, and the other over the side of his chest with the handprint, his hand bracing loosely around Fives' neck.

"I won't tease. Not when you're being so perfect for us," Jedao tells him.

[magician_king]

"Next time. When the stakes are a little lower."

Promises Quentin, coming to settle in overtop of him, reaching to adjust his arm to get to the right angle.

"Okay- weird magic requirement time. Super important that we not draw blood anywhere else on anyone's body while I'm doing this. And, no one blaspheme, if you have any religious language. Better avoid all cursing, actually. Also it's super important that Fives stay facing the doorway, so don't roll him around or anything once I get started."

[callmefives]

Fives lays his head back against Jedao's shoulder and and makes himself take a slow, deep breath as Quentin settles his weight over him. He'd already been achingly hard, and now the cock ring is just accentuating that, but Quentin's voice and his methodical instructions give him something else to focus on.

He turns his head obediently to look out the door, no matter how much he wants to be able to watch Quentin's face and hands while he works his magic, and lays his hands on Jedao's thighs. "I'll be quiet," he promises, his voice slow and rough and a little thick, and glances back at Quentin before looking towards the door again.

[ninefox]

From every spark a fire, Jedao thinks in High Language, the only blessing that comes to mind, but doesn’t say it out loud. He kisses the hinge of Fives’ jaw.

“Understood,” he says instead.

[magician_king]

"Not 'looking at' sweetheart, just with your torso squared to."

He assures him, gently, rubbing a hand up his chest before starting the gun up again.

"Ready to go."

[callmefives]

Fives sighs quietly in relief at Quentin's assurance, then turns his head back to smile almost lazily up at him. He's still achingly hard but also absolutely relaxed, between the two people he loves most in the world, and he just watches Quentin lazily as he starts work.

[ninefox]

"It's all you, darling," Jedao tells Quentin, just as happy as Fives to watch the loveliness of Quentin's face overcome with the purity of concentration, warm and solid against his back and in his embrace.

[magician_king]

Quentin hums an acknowledgement, and chews the inside of his cheek, settling in to work. He goes ultrafocused, faraway serious. He starts shading in light, speaking the words to bend it through the gun and into his ink. It floats to him, in glassy motes, drawing out of their lamps, from the crack under the doorway. He speaks, now and again, into the spellwork, low and resonant, unaware he's doing so out loud.

[callmefives]

Fives watches, awed, as Quentin starts to work. He's not sure if it's real or if he's imagining the shimmering warmth of the light Quentin's drawing sinking into his skin, but then decides it doesn't matter. It feels real enough; warm and almost alive, and like it's pulsing through his veins.

He makes himself stay still and breathe slow, doesn't let himself so much as make a sound, as much because he doesn't want to risk missing any sound Quentin makes as because he doesn't want to disturb him. The only motion he allows himself is to squeeze Jedao's thigh as he strains against the urge to rock his hips up against Quentin.

[magician_king]

He bends down and gives the first firefly a kiss, declaring it finished.

Next firefly.

[ninefox]

Jedao breathes in time with Fives, the same slow steady caution against his back, in his ear. Jedao has him, squeezes gently at his neck now and then in answer to Fives' grip on his thigh. I've got you, I've got you, he promises.

[callmefives]

Jedao's hand at his neck and his breath in his ear makes it easier to hold steady, but with the needle away from his skin it's finally safe to move, and Fives responds to Quentin's kiss with a full body shudder and a deep groan.

"'S'amazing," he slurs, and his hips rock up restlessly before he stills them, stills himself entirely, and holds himself ready for the needle again.

[magician_king]

He hums, and begins the second firefly, shifting to straddle him more comfortably to work at the new angle. He chants as he starts the work on this one, changing the timbre of the glow, building in a softer, warmer orange.

[callmefives]

Fives' grip on Jedao's thigh goes almost bruise tight as Quentin continues to work, and his gaze flicks back and forth from the focus on Quentin's face to what he can see of the light suffusing his skin without moving his head. His skin feels too hot and too tight, and every nerve feels like a plucked string as he strains to stay still and quiet, to keep his breathing smooth and slow and even. It would be easier, he thinks, if he were being tortured, and he's pretty sure the only reason he's not coming already, just from the intensity of Quentin's focus and the warmth of his magic, is the cock ring Jedao had the presence of mind to strap onto him.

[magician_king]

"When I finish this," says Quentin, absently, "I think you should touch him, J. He's waited so long and he's been so perfect."

And, adding the last little bit of shading, noting absently;

"Twenty seconds left, tops."