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[ninefox]

"Yes," Jedao agrees. "Do you want me to give you a few seconds to get out of the splash zone, or nah?" Because Jedao is pretty sure Fives is going to come the instant he unlatches the ring.

[callmefives]

Fives whines under his breath at Quentin's words, though he's still agonizingly careful not to move. He's watching the progress of the needle now, counting down the seconds, aching and straining and almost mindless with wanting.

[magician_king]

"No, I'm fine, thank you."

He says, polite as if he's declining sugar in his tea.

He finishes the very last lines, and at least lifts the gun delicately out of the way, since that is harder to clean than he is.

[ninefox]

Jedao takes the remaining seconds to peel one glove off, then greedily strokes his hand once around Fives' erection, up and back down, before tripping the catch on the cockring with his thumb. He sinks his teeth into the meat between Fives' shoulder and his neck at the same time the ring loosens.

[callmefives]

Fives' head tips back onto Jedao's shoulder and his eyes squeeze shut as he jerks up into Jedao's grip, into Quentin's weight over him. And just that's almost too much, but then Jedao's opening the cockring and sinking his teeth into him and he comes so hard he almost blacks out and absolutely soundless as thick ropes of come spatter both his and Quentin's bellies and chests, and all the way up to his cheek and jaw. He's learned in his time on the barge that it's safe to make noise, but he's too far gone right now for anything but deep-seated instinct and that means silence other than his labored breathing, though there's enough of him there to reach blindly for Quentin's thigh, while his other hand keeps clenching bruisingly into Jedao's.

[magician_king]

Quentin hums, and reaches down to cup him, just holding him through the aftershocks, feeling the way his body shifts and shudders. He lets out his own shaky breath, and moves to take his glasses off, setting them on the dresser table next to the tattoo gun now that they're done with heavy focus work.

"Perfect."

[ninefox]

Jedao strokes a thumb along Quentin's knuckles, slowly easing off the bite, mouthing at Fives' neck afterwards with wet, lazy kisses, pressing hard against his back, savoring the moment.

[callmefives]

Fives jerks into Quentin's touch then stills again, tense and shivering for long seconds before he finally just goes limp against Jedao. He doesn't open his eyes immediately, but his hands finally loosen their grip on Jedao and Quentin's thighs, and he strokes them shakily with a thumb instead as he catches his breath and slowly comes back to himself to the feel of Jedao's cock against his back and his mouth, soft and easy, against his neck.

"Force," he finally slurs, and blinks his eyes open to look blearily up at Quentin, lips twitching into a kind of loopy smile.

[magician_king]

Quentin smiles down at him in return, small, and private, just for him and Jedao. He draws in a steadying breath, and then runs his hands up and down Fives' chest.

"We probably need to bandage this before we get wild. Wilder.

[ninefox]

Jedao manages not to say he can bleed on the sheets, vicious and lewd as though they were a single attribute, a single coarse hunger. It probably wouldn't be great for the designs, even though Jedao wants it, wants to splash warm red drops over Quentin after the white, around their bed, to mark the space just as much as he's marking Fives, to revel in the flesh of it.

"I've still got his back to do," he says instead, nuzzling Fives' jawling and breathing in slow. "When we've got our breath back."

[callmefives]

Fives nuzzles right back, sloppy and slow, his breathing finally settling back to normal. He strains his neck around enough to catch Jedao's lips in an uncoordinated kiss, then lets go of Quentin's thigh and reaches for his shoulder instead, wanting to tug him closer for a kiss as well. He feels warm and loose and hazy and perfect, and he can't wait for Jedao to turn him over and set the needle to the skin of his back and feel it all again. And then feel both of them after, both of them in him.

"Gon' fuck me after," he slurs, eyes half shut and still glazed as he smiles up at Quentin. "Both of you. Promised."

[magician_king]

"I don't have more magic in me tonight."

He warns, and bends down, cupping Fives' face in both hands and claiming a searing kiss.

"What if we got to the fucking now and reconvened sexy ink party two point oh tomorrow night?"

As much as he loves all their ambition and hunger, as much as he shivers as the mix of blood and ink on his fingertips smears over Five's cheeks.

[ninefox]

"We can use stickies to protect the ones on front, then," Jedao allows, without even slightly clarifying that he means self-adhesive skin-mimicking bandages with a diluted bacta layer, native to Jedao's cabin's emergency first aid supplies and slightly augmented on the barge, currently stashed under Quentin's kitchen sink since the move-in.

Jedao nibbles on Fives' ear.

"It's your party, love."

[callmefives]

Fives hums into the kiss, pleased and still more than a little loopy. When Quentin pulls away and suggests putting the rest of the ink off until tomorrow his expression falls, though, and he tugs at Quentin, trying to keep him close, trying to press their foreheads together without actually lifting his head from Jedao's shoulder.

"Want my eel," he answers a little plaintively, and his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he adds, "Want the needle back."

[magician_king]

Quentin laughs, tenderly, and gives him another kiss, this time on the forehead, deciding;

"I could never say no to you. Okay- hold tight, let me get this set protected and then we'll roll over. I'm okay if I go back to playing pillow."

But he does lean away to get the adhesives to cover up the work they've done so far.

[ninefox]

"You'll have your eel, ner'riduur," Jedao croons at him. "Very soon, promise. Everything you want."

[callmefives]

His smile in response is almost beatific. "Love you," he murmurs, stroking Quentin's arm, reaching back to thread his fingers through Jedao's hair then stopping partway, entranced by the sight of the dragonfly on his forearm.

"Skin's gonna fit right again," he almost whispers, and completes the motion, tugging gently at Jedao's hair as he turns his head to nuzzle at his jaw.

[magician_king]

"That's right."

He agrees, patching him up for safety, letting his touches linger as he does, vowing to himself to find them some edible paint for the future.

"The stories it contains-"

[ninefox]

Jedao moans just a little for the tug on his hair, kisses Fives again, sloppy and strained, stroking a hand down Fives' chest, a moment of mindless indulgence before he takes up the needle again.

[callmefives]

He groans into the kiss, and when it breaks turns back to beam at Quentin again as he bandages over the completed ink, unspeakably grateful for his understanding. Unspeakably grateful for both of these men, their touches and their care and their understanding of things he wasn't sure anyone but his brothers would ever get more than an inkling of.

[magician_king]

When he's finished, he falls onto the bed next to them, and reaches to snag an arm around Fives' waist, giving him a tug to roll over and settle in.

"We're filthy," he observes, low and more than a little pleased, "look at us."

[ninefox]

Jedao lets go enough to let them get resettled, wringing out his hand a little before retrieving the tattoo gun, finding the right color inks.

"Shift a little, there, flat canvas -" he encourages Fives with a nudge or two before straddling his hips again, from other side this time.

[callmefives]

Fives rolls easily, happily, and sprawls between Quentin's legs, pillowing his head on his thigh. "Smell like me," he murmurs, just as pleased. Him and sex and sweat and magic. At least he imagines magic has a smell. Imagines he can still feel it, pulsing warm under his skin.

He shifts as Jedao directs, then shifts a little more, getting his hips settled, feeling himself still half hard against the sheets as Jedao settles over him. "Vor entye," he murmurs his thanks to both of them as he drapes an arm over Quentin's leg and goes limp in preparation for the first touch of the needle.

[magician_king]

"Translate that for me?"

Asks Quentin, who's picking up the edges of the language here and there. He snuggles Fives in cozily, makes sure he's supported and draped comfortably, that he himself is at an angle where there's no bad pressure on his back.

[ninefox]

"It means thank you," Jedao tells him, voice utterly tender for both of them.