Starcrossed 34: Courting in Praxus: Painting
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Prowl didn't often offer himself to be bound, and it was rare for either of his lovers to suggest it, so it surprised them both when he quietly laid out the terms. He wanted this to be done right so badly it ached and that meant he had to be decoratively bound and helpless while his courter molested his doorwings by painting on them. He'd be bound, and he wouldn't be able to move, but he'd have the codes to unlock his soft shackles and a rope end to tug that would make the bindings loosen. He couldn't move, but he was still ultimately in control.
"You are beautiful," Radiance whispered as he finished with the last of the knots and moved back to fully take in the scene before him, recording it in the highest definition possible for another few moments before lifting his visor to reveal his optics. Prowl was standing, rather than the suspended kneel that was truly traditional, but otherwise he was bound perfectly by custom. His hands raised over his helm, his doorwings carefully bound to hold them fully extended back to expose the outer alt mode surface as clearly as possible. Lines of fine, soft rope crisscrossed his frame in a decorative weave that was much more about aesthetics than control.
Best of all, at least in Radiance's opinion, was that his lover was fully coherent and calm. The calm part had taken some work, the better part of two joors to get him to this state, but between them they'd managed it, and Radiance was very proud of him. He knew more intimately than he cared to think about exactly why Prowl's mind retreated when he was immobilized, but that made being aware now even more of a triumph.
It also made the knowledge that this sight was for him all the more awe-inspiring. The mech before him inspired a singular reverence he'd never felt with another and Radiance loved him with every part of his spark. "So beautiful," he breathed, taking a moment to run his hands down Prowl's sides, gaze sweeping him one more time before he pulled his paint from subspace.
With Prowl having managed his finances for the better part of the century, Radiance could afford things he never would have dreamed of before, like the ritual energon-based paint he now held. The mix was custom ordered, the color of mercury with flakes of gold mixed in that shone and glistened when they caught the light.
His other hand slipped into subspace to bring out a brush that he touched gently to Prowl's lips, tracing them slowly. The soft contact parted Prowl's lip plates with a pleasured sound. Tender. Prowl needed tenderness like this, and Radiance was honored to provide it, honored to be given the gift of being allowed to.
Slowly, gently, ever aware of Jazz's bright gaze from where he was reclining on the berth, he traced all around Prowl's face, circling optics, down his nose, over his jawline, and then down his neck. "You will bear my mark," he murmured. "You have accepted my courtship, and now everyone who looks at you will know." The brush traced lower, skipped past his chest to circle the spike cover, then down to ghost over the valve, and then finally up, touching each dataport and at the last, settling over his spark.
"I will wear it proudly, my love," Prowl murmured, his field thick with his trust and adoration of the mech facing him.
"As proudly as I will wear yours," Radiance said, leaning in and brushing their lips together before stepping back and looking over the smooth planes that were about to become his canvas, then dipped brush into paint and drew the first clear, sure line down the broad side of the right wing. No hesitation, hand steady, frame and field calm and relaxed. He'd practiced this design thousands upon thousands of times, perfecting the mark that he would one orn place upon his lovers before accepting theirs.
As he worked, Jazz moved and came over, settling himself behind Radiance and watching with chin resting on his shoulder, arms around his waist. "It's gorgeous, my love," he murmured, then kissed Radiance's neck. "I can't wait to wear it."
Radiance smiled and hummed, moving onto the more decorative lines after finishing the main structure of the formal glyph of his designation. He was amazed at how calm Prowl was, relaxed and steady in the bindings without the panicked freeze that he had seen in their memories. This Prowl was still because he was willing to be still, pleased to be so, and it sent a thrill through Radiance to know he had come so far in one hundred and ninety vorns that Prowl could move past his trauma out of trust.
"It is a beautiful design," Prowl smiled without trying to look at them, his doorwings perfectly still despite all the tickling that painting them entailed. "It feels beautiful."
"You are worth nothing less," Radiance murmured, intensely focused on his work now that he had moved into the more intricate details. A stroke of the brush could not be taken back. When this was over, sealant would be placed over the design to protect it from wear, and everyone would see his work.
The first doorwing finished he moved onto the second and repeated the painting as precisely as possible, then stepped back, and looked over the sight before him, one that very nearly made his vents stall out.
Prowl's optics were dimmed with relaxation, his field easy and content, flickers of bliss running throughout, and the glyphwork shone in the light, glittering with even the slightest movement. It made Radiance's spark throb just to see and teek this surrender to his touch, and it took him a moment to gather himself.
Jazz curled around him a little more and kissed his cheek. "Why don't we admire what you have accomplished while it dries, put on the protective coat, and then settle him on the berth while you bind and tease me until I feel my spark will burst?"
Radiance hummed and then turned his head to catch Jazz's mouth in a longer kiss. "I think that sounds perfect," he said, before they both turned back to Prowl, helms resting together and drinking in the sight of their mate together. "Help me with this," Radiance murmured after a moment, and guided Jazz to stand in front of Prowl while he moved around back, clicking magnets on and resting his hands on the shoulder plates, rubbing the plating in slow, smooth circles. "So proud of you for relaxing," he whispered.
Prowl moaned into a pleasured, non-sensual groan and pressed into the touch, wanting that tingling slow-down that came with the powerful magnets close enough to scramble his processors.
Jazz smiled and purred at the feel of his bound mate, most of his focus on keeping the arousal out of his field. "It really is amazing. You look amazing," he murmured as he tried to think of a way to touch that wasn't arousing, and finally touched their helms together and settled his hands on Prowl's neck. He slipped his fingers into the cabling and stroked along the length, easy and familiar, seeking to keep Prowl relaxed as Radiance continued his massage down his back, praising softly the entire time.
He finally made his way back up, just as slow, giving the paint as much time to set as he thought Prowl would be able to stand before sealing it with the protective finish, and when his hands touched Jazz's on the neck, the magnets clicked off and he moved to the side between Prowl's shoulder and doorwing face, pulling the clear liquid that would preserve and protect his design. Jazz moved to rest against his back and watched the broad, clear strokes, and when both were finished, Radiance leaned in and pressed a soft, chaste kiss against Prowl's mouth and lifted his hands to his helm.
The lowest magnetic tug was still enough for Prowl to feel, and Radiance moved his hands in careful circles around his temples. "Help me untie him," he instructed to Jazz, who moved around behind and started in on the knots as Radiance massaged. Bliss rolled off Prowl in waves, a sensation very similar to a good overload, but without the crackling ozone and inherently sensual aspects. This was purely mental pleasure, and Prowl's engine purred in the grip of it, his optics unfocused and completely content with the moment. Everything, from the bindings to the touch of his far more sensual mate, was lost in the grip of being so wonderfully hazy.
When his hands finally came down they draped over Radiance's shoulders for support, though that offered little to help keep him upright, most of that work being done by Jazz holding him from behind with his frame while his hands finished loosening the rest of the bindings.
By the time they finished, the sealant coating was hardened and dry and Prowl was limp, purring and content between them. Radiance took one more sweet, soft kiss before lowering his hands to wrap around Prowl's waist as he and Jazz moved together to settle him onto the berth, laid out on his back, his mates on either side. It was warming to see the way Prowl pressed into the contact on both sides, humming pleasantly and radiating his bliss.
"Primus has blessed me," Radiance murmured, thumb stroking over Prowl's helm as the optics slowly refocused. "He has blessed both of us," he added, smiling, gaze flickering to Jazz.
"All three of us," Prowl smiled and lifted a hand to stroke Radiance's cheek. "You are a blessing we never looked for."
Radiance hummed and turned into the hand, holding it and kissing the palm before looking at Jazz, who was cuddled against Prowl's other side, smiling as he watched his mates, and even though his field was calm and smooth, there was an excited quiver to his doorwings that he couldn't hide. Radiance chuckled knowingly. "When you're steady, we'll get our mate trussed up and have some fun with him," he purred to Prowl.
Jazz grinned and tucked his face against Prowl's neck. "And then we can put our mark on him."
Those words were enough to entice Prowl to rouse from his sedate state. "I look forward to both," he purred, turning to catch Jazz in a kiss that flared arousal through the younger mech. "It is going to be a great deal of fun to see how long we can hold you at a simmer."
"I just dare you to try," Jazz purred back, pulling Prowl down on top of him. "You're gonna be dying to see me overload before I'm begging you to let me."
Radiance's engines revved and he moved in over Jazz. "Is that so?" he rumbled, then grinned at Prowl over his shoulder, the now-lowered visor flickering in a wink.
"We shall see, my love," Prowl purred into another kiss as his hands moved to skim along Jazz's flanks. "Who has the stronger will."
"He'll be competing against both of us," Radiance grinned, hands following Prowl's down Jazz's body before moving back up to his doorwings, caressing as he pressed his face against the back of his neck and inhaled deeply, catching the unique, intoxicating scent that was Jazz. "Oh," he breathed, shuddering, "Can't wait for everyone to see my mark on you," he moaned, then the sound shifted into a deep growl and he moved up and back, pulling Jazz with him and dragging him off the berth. "You're mine, Saxo."
Jazz put up a brief, token resistance before Radiance had him on his knees and was pulling strong rope from subspace, wrapping it around his wrists and yanking them down behind his back.
Prowl followed them up, allowing Radiance to do the full binding work as tradition called for, but entertaining himself and his lovers with soft, teasing caresses along Jazz's frame and more than a few kisses, getting shivers and purrs in response, mixed in with the occasional gasp as Radiance pushed and pulled everything into place with a rough, demanding grip.
Prowl had needed slow, gentle tenderness and the calming fields of his mates, for Jazz, the opposite, and Radiance gladly provided both.
By the time he was done, Jazz was on his knees with a vocal inhibitor on his throat, arms tied together behind his back, wrists anchored down to his ankles, rope around his neck connecting in and keeping him almost completely immobilized. His doorwings were spread forcefully out, rope wrapped firmly around the bases, and as Radiance finished the last, tight knot, Jazz groaned, deep in his chassis, his field a riot with chaotic bliss and spiking lust throughout.
Radiance stood and came around front to examine his work, pleased with the results as he and Prowl looked over their bound lover together. "Couldn't escape if you wanted to," he purred, and Jazz whined.
"And it makes you incredibly hot, doesn't it, love?" Prowl smiled, the glitter of his optics promising that he intended to take full advantage of both facts while Radiance worked. "I think it would make you even hotter if we took a break or two during the painting to relive our charge without touching you."
Vents picked up almost immediately in response to the suggestion and Jazz shook his head while his field screamed the opposite, almost begging them to follow through with that threat.
"I think he agrees," Radiance chuckled as he knelt down in front of Jazz, Prowl shifting to allow him room to work, and pulled his paint again, along with a clean brush. This one followed the same path over Jazz's frame, only with decidedly different intent and lighter, more teasing flicks. When he moved over the interface covers, he stayed there until both had snapped away, and while one hand reached down between Jazz's legs, the paintbrush swirled around the spike tip that was beginning to pressurize.
Jazz moaned and tried to push into the hand, but Radiance kept it far enough away, using only the magnets to pull at the platelets, refusing to touch. "Yes, I think this will do nicely," he hummed, tilting his head to rest against Prowl's.
"Perhaps when you are done with his doorwings and we are sated, I can paint him?" Prowl trilled into a rumble of desire. He hadn't had any thought or even knowledge of the ritual when he'd become Jazz's lover, his mate, the first part of this triad. Feeling and watching made him long for it, for the ritual that had never been present in his existence but that he was beginning to crave.
Radiance smiled as he continued teasing at his lover's equipment with the almost-touches, never letting him feel the warmth of another's frame against his own as he moved, and nodded. "He will be ready to explode when you're finished," he chuckled, and leaned in to give his mate, who was already quivering with tension, a harsh, biting kiss. "I have fought for you, won you, and bound you, and now everyone will know," he whispered against Jazz's mouth, voice low and husky. "Everyone will see that you love me enough to let me defile you with my mark."
Jazz keened.
Prowl shivered, watching, his field heating with arousal as it licked around his mates, Radiance echoing it warmly, a sharp contrast to the screaming desire in Jazz's field.
Radiance moved just as slowly and carefully with Jazz as he had with Prowl, determined to make this lover's mark just as perfect as the first. "Do you like it?" he purred to Prowl when he was finished with the base glyph, leaning back to get a better look before moving onto the smaller details.
"It is beautiful," Prowl purred, stepping closer to slide his hand along Radiance's doorwings. "As is the mech who earned the right to paint it."
Radiance shivered into the touch, head tossing back for a moment as he x-vented heated air before gathering himself back together and returning to his work. "As are the mecha who earned the right to wear it," he murmured, and slipped into silence as his intense concentration on the task took over.
Prowl and Jazz would both wear the same base glyph, the formal Praxian script of Radiance's designation, but the details filling in around the solid lines couldn't have been more dissimilar.
Prowl's doorwings bore a design of classic beauty, inspired by ancient scripts and art, inspiring formality down to the last stroke, but for Jazz, Radiance had chosen a different feel. This lover's mark would be whimsical, playful, inspired directly by the abstract art that Jazz loved so much. These lines were less practiced, giving the painter more room to feel out the motion as he worked, creating twisting, sparkling strokes that would almost look like they were moving as Jazz did.
Each created a design perfectly suited to the mech wearing it, a demonstration that as a courter Radiance had done his research and knew them well. When he finished the first doorwing, Prowl tugged on him and Radiance rose easily to his pedes and turned to be drawn away from Jazz and towards the wall the bound mech was facing.
"Take me," Prowl whispered roughly when his back hit the wall and Radiance pressed up against him, loud enough for Jazz to hear clearly. "Take me, fill me, make me scream your designation."
Radiance looked over his shoulder at their trembling mate, flashed a grin at him, before turning back to Prowl and claiming a deep, heated kiss that was returned ardently. He pushed a leg between his lover's thighs, forcing them apart, and pressed his open palm over the center of one of the painted marks, rubbing against his frame. "You know how much that's going to make him burn," he purred back, spike already nudging up against Prowl's hip.
Prowl's doorwing pressed back, reveling in the contact and the marking as his valve cover slid open, the heat from the exposure making a noticeably warmer spot on Radiance's leg. "He wants it, I want it. You love it."
Radiance grinned. "I do love it," he agreed, then the grin changed into something much more mischievous. "You know what else he wants," he said in an obviously loud voice, and without warning Prowl, dropped down to his knees and grabbed his lover's hips, pulling them out as he pressed in between the open thighs and pushed his glossa against Prowl's valve, swirling through the platelets and revving his engines at the taste.
Behind him, the strangled moan that Jazz was able to make even with the vocal inhibitor was reward enough.
"Oh yes, he loves that," Prowl moaned, shivering as he relaxed, willingly compliant with anything his lover wanted. "Imagine he would combust pleasuring both our valves at once."
Radiance lifted his head for a moment to grin up at his mate. "I love that processor of yours," he said, before dipping back in and moaning louder than necessary to let Jazz know just how much he was enjoying this, licking and sucking and teasing until Prowl was quivering above him and Jazz's engine sounded ready to overheat from the sight alone.
Certain he had Prowl well and completely slicked, Radiance pulled away, pressed his fingers in to get them coated, then stood, bringing Prowl into a kiss and swirling their glossas together, giving his lover a good taste of himself. Once he had Prowl moaning he turned and walked back over to Jazz, kneeling in front of him, holding out the two slick fingers for him to see, then slipped one into his mouth, cleaning it.
Jazz whined and pulled at the bindings, absolutely fixated.
"Want it?" Radiance purred, and his mate nodded, pleading with his optics, lips parting. The dark mech cocked his head and considered for a moment, then held the other finger forward and tapped it once against Jazz's lower lip, before he went back to Prowl, who was waiting with bright optics and canted hips. Jazz almost sobbed.
"That was mean," Prowl purred, offering himself.
Radiance pushed him back into the wall, grabbed his leg and hiked it up to his hip, lined up and drove in, holding as soon as he was buried. "I know," he purred back.
"He'll get even," Prowl moaned deeply, reveling in the sensation of being filled and used by a mech he was devoted to. "Much as he wants it, he'll get even."
"I know," Radiance grinned, pressing his face against Prowl's neck as he began to rock, losing himself in his lover's frame. "Oh, believe me I know," he moaned, and held onto Prowl as he thrust, making sure to rock his hips for Jazz to see every drive as clearly as possible. He could smell the arousal leeching from the bound mate's frame even from where they stood, and it was a completely intoxicating sensation, one that wrapped around both him and Prowl and kept them pushing and grinding together, gasping within kliks.
"Overload inside me," Prowl began to moan, the words coming far more for the mech watching than the one thrusting. "Fill me, please. I want to feel you rush inside me, become part of me forever."
"Always," Radiance moaned, and shuddered, the pitch of his gasps going up as he grabbed onto Prowl and put all his focus into overloading them both as quickly as possible. "I'll fill you so hot, lover, know you want it, want me spilling deep-so deep, aah yes, yes!" he cried, grabbing Prowl's hips and slamming in, shooting transfluid into the back of his valve, holding him as he shook, caught in an overload that had been building slowly for joors.
He barely felt the keening, shaking, roaring mech he was clinging to as Prowl gave into his pleasure. Prowl's frame crackled and energy flared, but it was his field that spoke the most of his pleasure. It sated him on a level that was far beyond physical and he adored the mech who could give him that sense of inner peace and belonging he craved in a place he wasn't even fully aware of.
When it was over Radiance slumped forward, panting heavily, and Prowl leaned against the wall, the only thing keeping them upright. Radiance shivered through small, tingling aftershocks that were still making his hips twitch forward, and pressed his lips against Prowl's neck. "Primus that felt good," he said, and sighed contentedly, well aware of the effect that sound was going to have on the mate behind him, and couldn't quite stop his grin when he heard the frustrated, desperate growl coming from those engines.
Prowl's hands slid along Radiance's sides, stroking as they both came down. "That it did," Prowl murmured, his gaze on his bound mate. "Imagine how good it will feel to suck him off while I pound him from behind. Once his wings are sealed."
Radiance's engines rumbled his enjoyment of that idea. "Before or after you take a turn painting him?" he asked, turning so they could look at Jazz together for a moment.
"That depends on whether you want to taste the paint on him," Prowl guided Radiance's face around for a kiss. "It's going to be hot either way."
"It's edible," Radiance grinned. "I want to see the way he writhes with just the brush touching him. Slag, I bet even that will be enough to overload him, he's so charged up, wait until you teek him at close range," he chuckled, and guided Prowl back over to touch the field that Radiance wouldn't have been able to resist if he hadn't just had an intense overload. He pulsed all the sated contentedness that came with that kind of deep release into his field, pressing it to Jazz's fevered one, and purred deeply at the way it made his lover moan and squirm.
"I wonder what would overload him faster, the brush on his spike, or against his valve," Prowl hummed thoughtfully as he knelt and pressed his mouth against Jazz's, claiming a kiss that could rev him up from a cold start. As worked up as their mate already was, it created an almost painful thrill through his field that left no doubt he was fully enjoying what they were doing to him. He pressed back, frame groaning with want, and Radiance chuckled, rubbing up against Prowl.
"I have extra brushes," Radiance purred against Prowl's audial. "We could do both at once."
It was debatable whether Prowl or Jazz shivered more at the thought.
"I do like that idea," Prowl purred deeply. "Should I dig out the inhibitor to make sure he lasts until your painting is finished?"
Radiance's engine rev against him was strong and sharp. "You know how much I love that thing," he chuckled, and grinned at the whine in Jazz's systems. "You know where I keep my toys," he murmured, nipping, then settled himself on Jazz's unpainted side as Prowl stood, pulling the paint and brush for the second doorwing.
Prowl returned a klik later to secure the small, simple device to Jazz's back, stroking plating as he went. "Perhaps the first overload we give should be a wing overload. Tease him back to arousal with my painting and then take him together."
Radiance grinned. "So many choices," he hummed, running his fingers over the smooth surface, carefully feeling it over one last time, Jazz trembling between them. "Would you like that?" he purred to Jazz. "Overloading from just this?"
Jazz managed a nod, as much as he was able, and his field flared brightly with desire that made both his mates rumble eagerly.
Radiance shivered, focused, and glanced up at Prowl for a moment. "Let's see if he even makes it that far," he chuckled, before pulling the first stroke down across the clean surface, getting a gasping keen in response, but now that he was painting, the frame was absolutely still.
Prowl moved away to lay on the berth, watching one mate wind the other up to the brink of exploding with need. Just for entertainment's sake, he relaxed and began to tease himself, watching as Jazz's optics locked on the movement. "Getting myself ready for you, love."
Radiance broke his focus for a moment to look over, then revved his own engines in response when he saw the sight spread out before them. "He's learned so well, hasn't he," he murmured to Jazz. "Was a time when he couldn't stand to deny you anything you wanted, and now look at him. You're both so good," he purred, and settled back down into his painting, this time focused on replicating it from the first as exactly as possible.
Radiance wasn't even sparing the attention to watch Prowl, but for Jazz, the world had narrowed down to the teasing, tickling strokes of blessedly cool paint on his screaming hot armor, and the sight of Prowl spread out on the berth, legs relaxed shamelessly open as he brushed gentle strokes over his equipment. Further from Jazz and his field, he could arouse himself more slowly, but Radiance, caught right in Jazz's field, had no such luxury.
Spike extended, valve open and dripping, but his hand stayed steady and sure, almost completely unaware of his frame, lost in his work.
A low, resonant moan escaped Prowl when he saw that the wait was finally over. He licked his fingers clean while Radiance put on the final touches and stood when the black mech did. Sliding his arms around Radiance, Prowl purred in his audial. "While that dries, why don't I fill your valve?"
Radiance hummed deeply, head back against Prowl's shoulder as he rubbed their frames together. "Yes, please," he rumbled, hands lifting up and back to rest on Prowl's helm. "He'll have such a good view from here." One leg lifted up, moved back, hips cocked for his lover. "Mm, let's give him a show that will make him explode."
Prowl couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm going to enjoy helping him get even. You are a mean, mean mech, my love." Despite the words, Prowl didn't hesitate to help Radiance balance the pose as he slid into the drenched valve. "So slick and ready, being so steady in his field must have been a torture."
"You have no idea," Radiance moaned deeply, rocking his hips in answer, sinking down onto the familiar spike. "But worth it, oh Primus was it worth it," he breathed, taking in the sight of his painted mate, wearing his designation for all to see, fully and rightfully claimed. He groaned as Prowl pulled out, cycling and rippling around the well-known textures and ridges, squeezing in a pattern he'd taken decades to perfect. "No idea how much it means to let me paint you," he managed, gripping Prowl tightly.
"Likely as much as it means to us that you want to," Prowl moaned, losing himself to the pleasure of his frame and the intensity of Jazz's field. "As much as it will to see you wearing ours." The words made his lover shake in his arms, already close to undone.
"Want that!" Radiance gasped. "Make me yours as I've made you mine, make us one, I, I-!" He shouted and seized back against his lover, entire frame shaking in an overload that rushed through all his systems and jumped back over to Prowl, who keened and gripped, driving in as they clung together. Their energy washed out over Jazz, hitting the overheating systems and making their lover sob before they sank down in front of him together.
When Radiance found himself again as the pleasured daze receded, he onlined his vision to see his transfluid covering Jazz's face, slowly running down around his lips. "Primus," he breathed, relaxing back.
"You were seriously wound up," Prowl chuckled, content to be lazy for a bit longer. "It's not often a valve overload will trigger your spike too."
"Don't I know it," Radiance purred, watching as Jazz met his visor with bright optics and licked his lips clean in slow, careful motions, each one designed to tempt and entice. "Paint should be dry, hot as he is." He roused himself, leaning in to kiss Jazz fully on the mouth, getting a lingering taste of himself. "Would you like some relief, my love?"
Jazz moaned deeply, shuddering.
Prowl got himself off the floor. "Wing overload, put on the sealant, tease him back up to temperature, then pin him between us?"
"Yes," Radiance all but moaned at the idea along with Jazz, his fingers dipping down to the vocal inhibitor on his mate's throat and unlocking it, letting it fall, and silenced Jazz's first pleas with a deep kiss, slipping his glossa forward against Jazz's and revving at the wanting shudders in the frame. "Would you like that, my love?" he purred, and brushed a single finger up the length of Jazz's spike.
"Yes," Jazz sobbed, straining against the bindings. "Radiance please please I want you!"
Radiance grinned and stood, moving around opposite to Prowl, stroking over the quivering doorwings. "So tense," he murmured, before reaching down and unhooking the inhibitor, and then slowly ran his hands down over the right sensor panel, caressing. Prowl moved in perfect tandem with him on the other side, sending a maelstrom of sensation into Jazz's overwhelmed sensor net. He cried out between them and arched as far as he was able, wings flexing out as hard as they could into their hands, seeking as much pressure as possible.
His lovers obliged, touching and stroking the burning hot plating, leaving Jazz panting within kliks, trembling right on the edge of an overload. "Voice!" he gasped, desperate. "Please let me-please-!"
Prowl leaned in, right next to Jazz's helm and purred. "I love you. I always will, my beautiful Saxo."
The physical crack of energy that flooded through Jazz before exploding out was enough to make both of his mates shake when it hit them, bright arcs of static connecting their frames to his anywhere that was within a hand's breadth, the electric sizzle almost loud enough to drown out even Jazz's scream as he finally overloaded, relief and joy flooding his field in the next moment before the tension drained out and he would have collapsed if not for the bindings keeping him upright.
Optics flickered with dim light, still online but just barely, Jazz fighting the reboot his systems were trying to drop into, panting through loose armor, sucking in air and cycling it through as fast as his systems could manage. "Love you," he managed, speaking through static, and then huffed a laugh. "Gonna make you pay for that."
"We're looking forward to it," Prowl purred deeply.
"We are not done with you," Radiance purred back, looking at Prowl. "Do you have an extra brush to use?"
"Of course," Prowl played at looking offended at the idea he might not have planned for everything. "You start on the sealant. I'll start on winding him back up."
Jazz hummed and settled, purring at the first strokes of the clear finish that would lock Radiance's mark in on his wings until it was later dissolved during their bonding ceremony. Prowl came back in front of him and Jazz grinned, mood much improved for being one overload in. "Gonna get me all painted up as yours, lover?"
"Some private parts of you, at least," Prowl smiled and knelt. His brush came out and spiraled up the deeply ruffled spike that his valve had been designed for.
Ripples of pleasure tickled through Jazz's field, bright notes against the deep, calm contentment that was the rest of him. "What do you think of painting each other properly, for our next century anniversary? We sort of skipped right over any kind of ceremony at the time."
"I would like that a great deal," Prowl purred, dipping the brush into some leftover paint and beginning a simple but exacting fractal design. "We missed so many ceremonies with how events occurred."
"Yes," Jazz moaned, his frame trying to push into the cool, teasing touches from both his lovers. "Do everything right this time."
"I would enjoy knowing you had that," Radiance said softly as he moved around to the second wing, pressing a kiss to Jazz's shoulder before he started applying the sealant. "I think that's a memory you two deserve together."
Jazz trilled in happy agreement. "You would be there, love, you would remember it with us."
Radiance smiled. "Not many get to witness their pair's painting ritual beyond memory, I would be honored."
"Then we will have a very enjoyable time in a hundred vorns ... and every vorn leading up to it," Prowl vented hot air onto Jazz's spike, setting the layer of paint he'd applied. "Though we will have to work hard to top this evening," he mused, tickling Jazz's platelets with the brush. "So many good memories."
Jazz squirmed and gasped. "That sounds like a challenge," he purred, then hummed when Prowl circled slowly around the quivering opening, dipping just a little in without ever fully penetrating, making the walls clench and ripple around thin air, trying to grasp something that wasn't there.
Radiance chuckled. "And if anyone is going to rise to a challenge, it's you two with figuring out how to pleasure each other," he teased. "Primus, you're like a pair of mechlings sometimes."
"As if you don't love it," Jazz teased back, and Radiance only grinned, then rocked back to look at the doorwing before subspacing everything and coming around to lean against Prowl, watching him work their lover back up.
"That's lovely," he purred as soon as he saw the design on Jazz's spike and the one Prowl was now creating beneath. "I look forward to seeing what you've designed for me."
"I look forward to wearing all this off of him before we decorate you," Prowl grinned devilishly. "Just how wound up do we want to get him before we sate ourselves?"
Radiance looked at the wanting gleam in Jazz's optics and grinned. "I want his spike aching," he said, and then reached out, running his hand along Prowl's arm until his fingers covered his mate's, holding loosely around the brush and feeling the heat radiating from the equipment. "He's already burning," he purred. "It's almost a wonder nothing's melted yet."
"He's made of much stronger stuff," Prowl smiled and stood to walk around to Jazz's backside and began teasing him with the brush once more. "I think your magnets do a lovely job of heating him up quickly."
The flash across Radiance's visor was as wickedly pleased with the suggestion as Jazz's moan was longing and desperate.
"You think so too, lovely one?" Radiance purred to his mate, leaning in to nip a kiss from Jazz's mouth as he lowered his hands, cupping one just a finger's width away from the slick valve and curling the other around the spike without touching it and turned the systems on, immediately getting a keen from the bound mech.
"Not...nice!" Jazz gasped, shaking.
"But very, very hot," Prowl rumbled as his spike cover retracted and his spike slid out. "I'll fill you and he'll suck when you beg sweetly enough."
Jazz groaned, torn between pushing his hips back to ask for the spike he knew was so close and trying to move forward into the teasing hands that were moving so slowly, coaxing shudder after shudder out of his frame, stimulating sensors while never once touching.
"Oh, lover, he's dripping," Radiance purred suddenly, and drew his hand away, licking up the lubricant that had fallen onto his palm, then reached back under to slide his fingers through the soaked platelets, making Jazz choke, before reaching around to offer a taste to Prowl.
"Please," Jazz moaned, the ropes binding him creaking under the strength he was exerting against them. "Please, my loves, my everything, need you!"
"I think that's almost there," Radiance said, lowering hands back down and amping the current. Jazz spasmed, a full-frame shudder that came with optics flaring bright white and the sound of a vocalizer that was cracked with static.
"Please!" Jazz sobbed, the single word almost incomprehensible through the current of interference coursing through him.
"You'd better touch him," Prowl growled, angling his hips to slide home into his mate, slow and smooth, making Jazz moan in sudden, sweeping relief to finally be filled, and then again when Radiance first wrapped his fingers, and then his lips, around the painted spike, swallowing easily.
Jazz's engines whined and his vents clicked and strained as he shook between the two. "Love you," he cried, and when Radiance squeezed his intake and Prowl rocked behind him he seized up in overload, screaming in bliss even as the world blacked out.
Jazz moaned as he began to boot again, his frame free of bindings and sprawled on top of Radiance, his legs wide and feeling so very, very full of movement.
"There he is," Radiance rumbled, engines giving a deep, pleased growl that accompanied a deep, stretching pull that made Jazz groan to feel.
"'Tera," he mumbled, reaching back, dimly aware that his lover was behind him, immediately recognizing the feel of his mates' spikes filling him, and he sighed in deep, deep contentment, head against Radiance's chest. "Radiance."
"Saxo, right where you belong, between us, pleasuring us, pleasured by us," Prowl moaned, his charge already built high enough that control was a fragile thing.
A protoform-deep shiver of agreement was Jazz's answer as he began cycling his valve around the wonderful, perfect, aching stretch that this experience always was. It made both his lovers groan and press deeper, sliding against each other with no resistance, three frames joined as one, deep in perfect ecstasy.
"You look so beautiful with my mark on you," Radiance moaned, one hand gripping Prowl's, the other holding Jazz by the waist. "Both of you, so perfect."
"You'll have ours," Jazz purred, slowly regaining the strength in his frame enough to shift up and take Radiance in a deep kiss. "Triad, marked and sealed."
Radiance's hips jerked up, the force of those words making his entire frame arch up as he cried out. "Close!"
"Triad," Prowl moaned, shuddering as he lost his grip on self-control and thrust deep and hard before overloading with a roaring keen and spill of transfluid that hit both his lovers hard.
Radiance tumbled after him with his own sharp cry as soon as the energy-charged liquid touched his spike, bucking up and gripping tightly, slamming into Jazz, who arched his back, pushed down, and shuddered in an overload triggered just by being caught between the pulsing fields of energy.
This time it was Radiance's vision that was flickering by the time they had all collapsed into an undignified heap as he tried to stay online. "Triad," he murmured, exhausted, to his lovers' purrs of agreement.
"Recharge, my love," Prowl cooed to him as he carefully pulled out of Jazz's frame to sink to the side. "We will paint you when we've recovered."
Radiance nodded and gratefully slipped into the bliss of recharge, nestled between his mates.
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Jazz hummed, pleased, as he passed the ties they were using to bind their recharging mate around his frame to Prowl, who crossed it with another line, wove them together in a series of knots, and then passed back around to Jazz.
"Can't believe he hasn't booted yet," Jazz said, grinning, as he made the finishing touches, pulling the wings back and anchoring them in place around Radiance's ankles, which were also attached to his wrists.
"Because it's us," Prowl shivered, his doorwings fluttering at the level of trust implicit in what had just happened. "He trusts us that much. It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yes," Jazz purred, nuzzling the back of Radiance's neck. They'd managed to clean and polish their lover's doorwings, move him off the berth, get him into the traditional pose and finish all the binding without Radiance's systems ever sensing any reason for him to come online. "I still sometimes can't believe we found him. We weren't even looking."
"I know," Prowl actually moaned softly at the thought of how close it had been to not happening. "If he wasn't looking to recruit you, he would have never gotten close enough to want this, or for us to want him." He leaned in, kneeling before his bound mate, and kissed Radiance soundly. "Wake, my lovely Radiance." He stroked black cheek plates while Jazz kissed down the center of the curved back and waited for the system response.
It came quickly, ready as always to respond to that voice and these fields once something was asked of him, and before long, the visor was flickering on and Radiance was lifting his head, taking careful stock of his position, before his engines rumbled deeply. "You have been productive," he purred, not in the least bit worried by the fact that he had been completely immobilized in his recharge and was now effectively helpless before these two mecha.
"We are eager," Jazz purred back, brushing his hands over the smooth planes that would very soon bear their mark for the world to see.
"It was fun," Prowl added with another kiss, revving Radiance's engine further. "Seeing how utterly and completely you trust us. It was wonderful."
"I trust you with my spark," Radiance said, and flared his field out warmly to both of them as he nuzzled back against Prowl. "Your mark," he murmured, unable to hide just how much he wanted that from them. "Please, let me know I've earned it."
"You have," Jazz told him, arms wrapping around his frame and holding him tightly. "More than earned it. We can think of no other who is even worthy."
Prowl joined the embrace, resting his face against Radiance's neck and allowed his field, rich with trust and devotion, to speak for him.
Soon they untangled with kisses. "It is time to mark you as ours for all the world to see," Prowl rumbled, possessive, proud and very eager as he slid his visor down, giving his mate the sight he most desired, just as Radiance had offered Prowl his optics.
"So lovely," Radiance breathed, and leaned forward for just one more kiss before Prowl answered the come-hither trill that Jazz gave him from where he had shifted to the first wing, and was now pressing soft kisses all over the sensitive metal.
"You will show everyone who you belong to, love," Prowl rumbled softly, the vibrations humming across Radiance's plating as Jazz pulled out a container of blue tinted silver and Prowl brought out pure gold. "You will show everyone how much we value you."
Radiance shivered through the words, then x-vented slowly, and carefully stilled his frame. He was just as responsible for holding still as his mates were for moving with steady hands. "I want that," he murmured, head bowed and visor dimmed, submitting completely.
Jazz's pleased purr was intoxicating to hear. "You've helped us heal," the youngest of their triad said softly. "We were broken in ways we couldn't even see, not even in each other." The first touch of paint to his frame made Radiance give a deep, contented groan, his spark swelling almost painfully in his chest with the enormity of this moment.
"You captured me," Radiance said as a second brush joined in, swirling with the first.
"You will be so perfect, displaying this to all. That you are ours, and we value you enough to mark you, and have you mark us," Prowl sank into a semi-trance as he worked, his frame moving with the absolute precision of being past thought, yet his field was warm and thick with his emotions. Even held in check by the hack, they ran deep and potent.
Radiance sank into a trance of sorts as well, a meditation to steady his frame, but the sensation of a second consistency of paint snapped him out of it to pay more attention to the fine brush Prowl was now using.
It was following along the already painted lines, decorative glyphs representing their assumed designations woven together, feeling like it was adding highlights as Jazz began to fill in some of the empty spaces with more whimsical feeling strokes. "Feels good," Radiance murmured, recording the experience in the highest detail possible, letting this wash away all his memories of the first time he'd been painted, firmly integrating this as what this experience should feel like.
"Looks beautiful," Jazz said, field bright with pure, unfiltered joy.
"You have healed us, and we have healed you," Prowl smiled as he worked. "It is all a work in progress. We will succeed."
"Yes," Radiance sighed, grateful for the bindings that were helping him stay upright as every joint in his frame wanted to go lax. There was safety here, and trust, and understanding that reached beyond words. It was everything the sparkling tales said a triad was, far more than he ever dreamed was possible.
"No matter how long it takes," Jazz murmured, and his brush lifted away as he stopped to look over their work, the painting nearly finished except for a few of the smaller details that Prowl was still adding in. He trilled softly, pleased, when Prowl finished a few kliks later.
"He is so relaxed," Prowl commented. "Rather like I was. It seems a shame to ruin such a state."
Jazz smiled as they leaned against each other, running fingers over the top of the wing, stroking gently. "It's not like we don't have centuries to pay him back," he hummed, before leaning in and brushing a kiss over where his fingers had just been before nipping harder at the metal. "But don't think I'm not going to pay you back."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Radiance purred, utterly content in this moment to do whatever they wanted.
Prowl leaned in to capture Jazz's attention with a long, warm kiss. "Let's paint his other wing, then we can work out the kinks while it dries. If this brings him peace, then all the better."
Jazz moaned and pushed back into the kiss for a long moment. "Yes, please," he murmured against his mate's mouth, before they moved together to start on the second wing, relaxing back into that almost trance-like state together, all three fields mixing in easy, comfortable silence. Safe, together, as close to one as their frames would allow them to become.
They put the finishing touches on their work and then subspaced all the paint and brushes to be cleaned later, and moved around front, each of them claiming a kiss from their dazed-feeling mate.
"Love you," Radiance whispered, overwhelmed.
"As we love you," Prowl stroked the side of his face, his visor still down so Radiance could look at the vintage that he found so attractive. When he drew back it was to pull Jazz down on top of him, his valve cover open and desire in his field. "Fill me, love," he claimed a kiss from Jazz.
Engines rumbled deeply in response as Jazz covered his mate, slipping his glossa forward and pressing it to Prowl's, each of them playing off the other as he settled himself between the parted thighs. "Only too gladly," he purred and slipped in, moving long and slow, rocking over his mate for Radiance to see.
The golden visor slowly brightened as he watched, doorwings shifted up, field began to flicker with desire, but not so much that he felt the need to beg, or even ask to join in, utterly content to wait until they could all stretch out in their berth together. It was an amazing feeling, to simply be content all the way down to his spark. He understood now that on some level he'd always known something was less than perfect with his prior efforts. To his core, he understood what triad could be and he reveled in that knowledge.
Watching his mates make love before him was a gorgeous sight, not a torment, something to be treasured as a gift, a kind of living artwork, and something he would cherish for his entire existence.