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All works are rated Explicit.

Chapter 2: Masturbation, orgasm control

Eddie x Volt x AFAB reader, g/n pronouns

Chapter 3: Coming Untouched

Eddie x Volt

Chapter 4: Nipple Clamps

Eddie x Volt x Gender Neutral Reader

Chapter 5: Voyeurism

Eddie x Volt x Gender Neutral Reader

Chapter 6: Finger sucking, dacryphillia

Eddie x Volt x Gender Neutral Reader

Chapter 7: Blindfolds

Volt x Gender Neutral Reader

Chapter 8: Wall Sex

Eddie x Volt

Chapter 9: Exhibitionism, shibari

Eddie x Volt x Gender Neutral Reader

Chapter 10: Punishment, oral sex

Eddie x AFAB reader, g/n pronouns

Chapter 11: Cum licking, somnophilia

Eddie x Volt 

Chapter 12: Oral Sex, Punishment

Eddie x AFAB reader, g/n pronouns

Chapter 13: Dildos

Volt x Reader (more info soon)

Chapter 14: Possessive Sex, Choking

Eddie x Volt

Chapter 15: Semi-Public

Volt x G/N Reader

More coming soon!

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“Fuck, I miss you too, baby.”

Eddie’s voice through the phone is never enough - it can’t possibly compare to how it sounds hot in your ear, coupled with the burn of his rough hands. But for now, with him across the country at a conference, it helped you make do.

“More than I can say.”

That’s Volt now - also missing from your bed, a few hours away in a hotel after an investor meeting.

Such were the understandings you all took when they started High Voltage Realty. It was a learning curve for the first few times when there were only two in your shared bed, or eventually, only one. But teaching the boys to use cell phones had certainly brought about some… advantages to the situation.

“When are you going to be back again?” you ask as you shuffle around in the cold sheets. You know the answer, but it’s different hearing the assurances from them.

“Two more days,” Eddie says with a scoff.

“We promise,” Volt adds.

It’s quiet for a minute as you roll to your side with a small hum. You’re never really able to get comfortable without one or both of them here, despite all that you’ve tried to settle yourself. Your usual method of some one-on-one time with a vibrator even paled in comparison to the pleasure their hands could bring you.

Sometimes, though, their voices could do the trick.

And it’s already so late - if you don’t sleep soon, you might see the sun rise.

“I miss your touch,” you admit with a whisper into the phone. “It’s not the same without you here.”

You hear Eddie sigh, and Volt chuckle. “Oh, little spark, are you aching for us?”

Fuck, even just those few words makes you press your legs together, makes your breath hitch. “Always.”

“Mm. Do you hear that, Eddie?”

“I do,” he responds. His voice is lower now, only a bit, but you can picture the face he’s making even hours away from each other. How his grey eyes have darkened, the lines between his dark brows softer. “Have you managed without us, hon?”

“No.” You squeeze your eyes shut at the memory of last night, unable to find you orgasm after hours of chasing it. “It’s so… dull, without you.”

There’s a beat before Eddie speaks again. “Is that so?”

“What a thing,” Volt breathes, “Such a good little spark for us. Your body knows what it needs, doesn’t it?”

A whine falls from your lips before you can help it as warmth pools between your legs. “It does.”

“And what does it need, then?”

“You two,” you say, leaning closer to the speaker of the phone. “Volt, Eddie. I need you.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. It’s unfair, you think, how in sync they are even when separated. How they know, without even seeing you, exactly what’s going to drive you crazy. “You need our fingers inside you?”

“I -”

“Oh Eddie, no need to rush it.”

“Hm, you’re right. I bet they’ll be okay for a few more days.”

“No,” you groan, certain that if you have to wait another minute, you’ll do something drastic. Catch a plane to one of them, for starters - though maybe begging was an easier route. “Please, please, don’t make me wait.”

Volt laughs. You can just imagine him, white curls sprawled across his pillow, one hand over his head, his icy blue eyes glistening in the lights of his hotel. He’s probably in that pair of Eddie’s sweats that he loves so much, bare chested on the bed. “Well, when you sound so pretty like that, live wire, it’s a bit hard to abstain.”

“Imagine how they’ll sound, Volt,” Eddie says, “once we’re finally back.”

“They’ll hardly be able to contain themself, won’t they?”

“They might be on their knees before we even make it through the door.”

“Amp, what a sight, with their mouth open?”

They do this sometimes, even in person - hold an entire conversation about you as if you’re not within ear shot. They’ll even do it while they’re both inside you, Eddie in your mouth, Volt taking you from behind, and chat away about what they’ll do to you next. It makes you drool, whimper, preen, anything that brings them back to you. It hardly ever works, though. Because you are not the one in control.

You know they hear the way you moan, maybe even the rustle of the sheets as you squirm. “Please,” you manage out, the heat making its way to your throat. “Boys, I’m -”

“You’re what?” Eddie’s voice is harsh, clipped. “Fucking desperate for it?”

“Shit,” you spit through your teeth, “yes, of course I am.”

Volt sighs with a hum, contentment rising from the back of his throat. “You’re probably trying to grind into the mattress, aren’t you? Trying to get some kind of relief -”

“Spark,” Eddie silences you both with the nickname.

“Yes?”

“Touch yourself.”

Little breaths of thanks leave your lips as your fingers reach your clit, and you gasp at how sensitive, how wet, you already find yourself. Every word makes you practically drip for them, as the fire in your core licks at your nerves.

“Now what did I say about rushing it, darling?” Volt says, grin evident in his voice.

“What, you don’t like the sounds, now?”

You moan Eddie’s name as you circle your clit, your hips rocking into the touch. The phone is loud by your ear, but it lacks the heat, the bite of their breath, how their tongues might tease at the skin on your neck. You miss the softness of Volt’s fingers, or the callouses of Eddie’s hand, but aided by their voices, it’s something.

“You know I love them. Fuck, I need to swallow all their little moans down. Darling.” Your ears perk up at your nickname, a small squeak escaping you. “How does it feel?”

“Fuck, it’s - it’s good, Volt.”

He tsks his tongue “Just good? Aw, we must be losing our spark.”

“No, no, I’m just - fuck - it’s not enough.”

Eddie’s chuckle rings in your ear, liquifying all electrons of your mind. “You need our cocks, don’t you? Need us to fill you up?”

“Yes -”

“Maybe we’ll both have to be inside you when we come back,” he growls, and you wonder if the hiss you hear means his hands have become occupied too. “That seems to be the only thing that can satisfy you sometimes, isn’t it?”

Your hole clenches around nothing, just at the mere memory of their fullness, splitting you in two and frying your circuits again and again and again. “Eddie -”

“I say we owe them an orgasm for every night we’ve been gone, Eddie.” It’s a honeyed, sultry tone that Volt uses, like a cat’s purr, vibrating your skin.

“Do they deserve that, ya think?”

“Hm, maybe if they give us a taste of what we can give them.”

“Only if they’re good. Are you good for us, baby?”

“Yes - Eddie, I’m - Volt yes, please I’m good, just for you please -”

The spring inside your core is tightening, burning, at every syllable, every breath. Your fingers are quick, precise, though you imagine they’re not your own as you climb, higher and higher and right to the edge before the inevitable fall.

“Fuck,” Eddie curses with a grunt. “Insataible thing they are, Volt.”

“I know, my darling, I do. I doubt we’ll even make it to our bed once we’re back.”

You’re right there, you can feel it, nearly taste it, your fingers unrelenting in their chase. “Eddie, Volt, can I cum, please can I -”

“No.”

You sob, willing your fingers to halt at the command from both their voices. It takes your breath away, being so close to release, to the edge, only to be forced back, denied.

“Where were we, Eddie?” You hate Volt, you think, and how unbothered he dares to sound. “Before we were interrupted?”

“Not making it to the bed.” You hate Eddie, too, and the way you know he must be holding his cock now. “We might have to have them on the living room rug again.”

“Oh, yes.” Another fucking laugh, another shot straight to where you ache the most. “That was a fun evening.”

“Boys,” you manage out between pants, “Boys, can I -”

“Need some help, wire?” Eddie asks.

“Something to remind you of us?”

Anything, anything that would finally get you that beautiful feeling of release, of pleasure so thick it would envelope you like a blanket. “I do, please.”

Volt’s chuckle sends a shiver down your spine. “So pretty.”

“Then go on,” Eddie says simply. The edge is back, though. The danger. The control. “Get a toy out. You want to be filled up, don’t you?”

Ah.

You are certainly going to be seeing the sun come up, then.

But you aren’t one to complain.

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Volt is not one to trust easily.

He knows, intimately, how easily words can lilt, how tones can change - what little effort is really necessary to persuade and to charm. He does it every night, both on the stage and in the crowd, and the smiles of the patrons never dim. Not if he can help it.

But he’s never once questioned how deeply he trusts Eddie.

It’s something innate, he thinks, something he sparked into existence with, that allows him to never question or worry over the man with wires in his hair, with silver tinted eyes. His trust comes as easily as breathing, perhaps even more so.

So when Eddie asked if he could try something new with his wires, how could he possibly say no?

He didn’t struggle when the red cords were wrapped around his wrists while they rested behind his back. He even purred a little at the sensation of them climbing up his ankles and calves, the slight pressure in his skin a thrilling sensation.

He’s… enjoying it a little less now, though.

Volt isn’t really sure how long Eddie has been kissing, licking, sucking, kneading every inch of his exposed skin. There are red and purple marks all along his biceps, his thighs, his neck, and his lips are swollen from kisses and teeth. The ends of his white hair spark and fizz, and blue lightning marks are pulled to the surface when Eddie places a particularly wet and warm kiss.

He might burst, Volt thinks. He hasn’t felt like this since… since he sparked into existence, it must be. When he was nothing but electrons and negative charges and Eddie Eddie Eddie, and no other words were needed.

It’s the same now, with his mind reduced to its basest settings. There is only Eddie, only the pleasure that Eddie sees fit to grant him. Only the suffocating need in his throat.

Because, for all Eddie’s meticulous touches, there is one place Volt has been sorely neglected.

His cock is so stiff, hard as steel and tinged with blue - it’s making him lightheaded. Every single time Eddie’s rough skin touches his own, more blood rushes through his circuits and collects in the length.

Surely, there couldn’t possibly be any more.

“I knew it,” Eddie’s voice is dark, brutal like how his hands move. It drips with something wry, but that’s only on the surface, what a stranger might hear. The praise Volt knows to be there is evident, and it grows with more pride by the second. “I knew you’d be so fucking pretty like this.”

Volt throws his head back onto the mattress with a whine - he’s so riled up, perhaps his hair might leave burn marks on the sheets below him. He’s desperate, anguished, and certainly not above begging.

“Eddie,” the name is mangled on his tongue, unrecognizable with need. “I’m - darling, I can’t -”

“Oh, but you can.” It’s like Eddie is coaxing him to take even more than Volt thinks he’s capable of. He might burst, might explode with a firework show. But he trusts Eddie, with his life, and if Eddie believes he can endure, then he shall. “And I think, because you’re so fucking good for me, letting me tie you up like this, that you’ll cum without me laying on a hand on you.”

All the wires in Volt’s mind are disconnected - broken, even, as he groans and squirms and pleads. “Eddie -”

“Volt.” The name makes him still, despite the shock of the warmth of Eddie’s hand when it finds his thigh. “I want to see it. And you’ll give it to me, won’t you?”

Volt feels a tear well at the corner of his eye when Eddie kisses his collarbone. In truth, he’s not sure he will - but Eddie wants it.

And Volt did anything for Eddie.

“I, I will,” he gasps when Eddie’s teeth graze up, up his chest, neck, to a spot at the edge of his jaw that drives Volt wild.

“I know you will,” Eddie purrs with a nibble to the skin. “You’re so good for me, Volt, yeah? Aren’t you?”

Volt couldn’t tell you how long the wire inside him has been fraying, but it’s dangerously close to unraveling him in an instant. Eddie’s voice threatens to break it like wirecutters, with an ease only he can command.

He’s right there, he’s dangling, and the room is turning white -

“Cum for me, Volt.” The words are a charged growl by his ear. “Now.”

Snap!

The wire in Volt’s core is no more, split by his body’s own nature, its want, all for Eddie. Sizzling white ropes of cum sputter from his cock, landing on his bound thighs. He thinks he must be screaming, maybe even crying, but Eddie’s voice is hot on his skin, telling him how good, how pretty he is, what a good boy, my Volt -

His body aches like after a power surge as he catches his breath. His joints relax (much as they’re able to with the wires) into the bed, and his chest rises and falls with deep sighs of contentment.

And all the while, Eddie is there, beside him, his lips never more than a breath’s distance.

“I knew you could do it,” Eddie’s steel eyes are amazed, and a small smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. “You looked so perfect, baby.”

Eddie Eddie Eddie.

Volt’s mouth is dry, but he attempts to move his tongue. “I felt like a live wire, darling,” he jokes, fighting the fuzziness in his head.

“Hm, bet you did.” A titanium gaze rakes over Volt’s ruined body, surveying all the purples, all the reds, and all the white that adorn him. Volt notices how he licks his lips just as his eyes darken a hue more. “Do you think you could do it again?”

Anything, Volt thinks, anything for Eddie.

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Eddie, on top of being a fine handyman, is also fairly crafty.

His proficiency with manipulating wires to his whim had led to the creation of some beautiful projects - your insulating gloves that allow you to hold Volt’s hair, a pair of earrings from some spare copper, a new mic stand for Volt. The love and care he pours into his workmanship is always so apparent, with every detail calculated and determined.

His newest creation is no different.

A silver gaze across your body makes your breath hitch, and silver fingers on your cheek make you flush.

“They’re stunning, Eddie,” Volt’s voice makes you throb, makes your bent knees ache on the mattress. “You never cease to amaze me.”

“Hm,” Eddie hums. “Do you like them too, wire?”

As he says it, his fingers wrap around the copper chain by your stomach. It’s intricately woven, flexible yet strong, and it connects to the two clamps that pinch at your nipples.

They’re fashioned from old breaker switches, Eddie told you. He added a bit of cushioning so the plastic doesn’t sting your skin too much, but the pressure is there all the same. It reminds you of the way their teeth will bite at your sensitive skin, then roll your hard nipples across their tongues. They like to take one each, but every now and again they’ll occupy themselves with both, a mouth around one and another between two fingers.

Every second the clamps press down on you sends jolts through your veins. Your nails claw at the sheets by the sides of your legs, and you swallow down a moan.

Eddie tugs again when you don’t answer. You swear that, even though the clamps aren’t metal, you feel a heat rising within them at his touch. “Well?”

You nod, your brows arching in a silent plea for mercy as you lean closer to him. “I love them, I love them, I do.”

Volt’s fingers slide under your chin, tilting your gaze up to him. “You always look so divine in everything Eddie gives you.” His white eyes flit to Eddie, who is still gazing so adoringly at the way your skin flushes across your chest. “May I darling?”

Eddie hooks the wire in the crook of his finger and passes it to Volt, never taking his eyes off his handiwork. He takes it, gently, testing the feel of the chain between his index finger and thumb.

“I wonder,” he mutters, just as a few small sparks dance along his knuckles.

You’re sure of it this time - the clamps are growing hotter on your skin, radiating through your body like the warmth of a candle’s flames. Your jaw falls open, and your knees quiver - you press your hands down to hold your weight steady. “Volt -”

“How does it feel, darling? Is it working?”

Fucks sake, is it working.

“Fuck yes it is,” you say, almost with a laugh. The corners of your lips are turning up at their own volition - your body can’t fight just how amazing it all feels. Eagerness, need, is coursing through your veins just as like the electricity Volt gives you.

“Mm,” he muses, biting his tongue between his teeth. “Good.”

He wastes no time before pulling, hard - you’d stumble if it weren’t for your position, but you yell out his name all the same.

It only makes them both laugh, in their own ways. You almost miss Eddie’s little huff before he brings his fingers to his lips, running the tips over his chin and mouth. He’s contemplating something, studying all the new tricks this new toy can do. For all of you.

“I quite like this,” Volt says through his chuckle. He twists an inch of the wire around his finger, and you groan at the tension it creates. “Just little tugs, and we have you right where we want you.”

You bite at your bottom lip as you consider your next words. “And where do you want me, then?”

Eddie curses under his breath at the same time Volt’s smirk deepens.

“Oh, darling.”

“I have a few ideas.”

It was going to be quite a long night, then.

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They know you’re there.

Eddie, especially, who spent decades alone in the halls and corners of the Breaker Box and knows every creak of the floor boards, every sound of the drafts through the doors. Even over the huffs and their breath and Volt’s sweet moans, he’d heard how your weight made the step before their door groan.

Volt, despite how busy he currently is, feels you. It’s different, not like the current he and Eddie share, and he’s still getting the hang of exactly what it is. But there’s something in you, maybe your own charge, that if he concentrates, he can trace and lock on to.

However they came to the conclusion, they know that you’re standing just outside the door to their bedroom, staring through the crack in the door.

Eddie wishes he could see you, but even with his face in the mattress, he can imagine the expression on your face. How your lips have probably parted, your brows have knit together. Maybe your hand is stilled on the doorframe.

Volt, in turn, is resisting the urge to turn his head and catch your gaze through the static of his hair, to throw you a wink from white hot eyes. Your eyes must be glistening with lust at the sight before you, the debauchery occurring on the bed.

There’s sweat dripping from Volt’s brow from how hard he’s been working into Eddie for… amps sake, it must be hours, he thinks. His cock is aching, on the edge of bursting, and he’s thinly aware of the teal tint flushing over his body and length each time he drags himself out of Eddie’s hole. His fingers hold tight to Eddie’s hips, and their legs are tangled together, the sheets beneath them damp.

Eddie’s nails, blunt as they are, threaten to rip the pillow open with his white knuckled grip. The coils of his hair stick to his brow, and the blush on his face is close to crimson. He groans with a little more intention, just for you, as the sounds of skin slapping together echo in the small room.

“Eddie,” Volt pants, coupled with a fraught sort of whine. He can hardly keep himself up anymore. His grip on Eddie’s back is the only thing maintaining his balance. “Please, please, let me make you cum again.”

A sarcastic sound is the response from beneath him. “You,” Eddie scoffs with a lick of his lips, “you just wanna cum, don’t you?”

This was the rule Eddie had set out this morning - Volt could only cum once Eddie had, and when Eddie said. They were each two deep already, and if Volt didn’t get his permission soon, his third was going to arrive without his control.

That wouldn’t be good for him, he knows.

“Yes,” Volt admits anyway, and never does he stop the bucking of his hips. He wonders where your eyes are settled at the moment - perhaps on the arch of Eddie’s back, or on Volt’s frustrated face, maybe even on how Volt’s blue cock disappears and reappears, slick with lube and spit and cum. “Yes, Eddie, I want to make you feel good, please.”

He’s playing it up for you, only a little. He and Eddie don’t really need words - Eddie is already acutely aware of Volt’s anguish that emanates from his touch, and Volt can tell how each time he bottoms out chips away a bit more of Eddie’s resolve.

But for you…

They know exactly how their sounds can rile you up. They know you always tend to drool over the sight of Eddie taking everything Volt gives him, a sight you’re not frequently treated to. They know how your core must be aching from lack of attention - you’ll never admit it, but they know. They know how hot you tend to get from being ignored.

And they love it.

“Fucking greedy,” Eddie grunts, but he can’t stop the gasp he makes when Volt angles inside him a little differently. “You, fuck, you want it that fucking bad?”

Volt thinks he hears a sweet little gasp from the doorway as he moans Eddie’s name. Your fingers are probably worrying at your bottom lip, pinching it the way they do when you tend to get flustered. And oh, what a gorgeous color your face must be.

“D-darling,” sweat drips from his face onto the skin of Eddie’s back, “please.”

Maybe Eddie is playing it up a little, too. For you. He probably would have already given Volt what he so desperately wanted if your prying eyes weren’t staring so intently - but you don’t need to know that. You only need to know what Eddie deems you should.

So he swallows down a curse and digs his fingers a little harder into the pillow. “Fine,” he spits. He knows how you like when his voice is so unbothered - despite you never saying such a thing out loud. “Go ahead.”

Eddie feels Volt’s thanks in the way he so quickly and deftly wraps his hands around his cock - it flows from his touch, from soft silver fingers, working its way to every electron inside Eddie. It falls from Volt’s lips too, sweet thank you Eddie thank you’s, in time with the strokes of his palm over Eddie’s length. They’re already right there, right at the edge, and your gaze enveloping them only spurs them on.

Their climaxes come right after the other, tripped like switches in a circuit. Eddie cums with curses into the mattress, Volt with Eddie’s name and incomprehensible whines. It’s all so sticky, all so perverse, with their skin nearly stuck together. But neither wishes to separate.

Through the pants, through the haze of their pleasure, they share a quick thought.

Steel and white eyes dart to the doorway, finally taking in the sight of you. With your white knuckles on the door, a hand laying at your neck. And your eyes, with pupils blown wide and lids hooded with lust. You’re practically drooling, poor thing, and your chest rises and falls with shallow breaths.

You must be aching. You must be so desperate.

“Live wire,” Eddie’s voice is shot, it’s gravelly and low and despite it all, it’s still hungry. “Enjoy the show?”

You lick your lips. “Absolutely.”

Volt’s chuckle is breathy, his arms wobbly. “You know you’re always welcome to take a seat, darling. Might be more comfortable.”

A corner of your mouth turns up, and your lips purse a touch. “Noted. I just,” you sigh as a brow raises, “couldn’t look away.”

“Hm,” Eddie hums. “A satisfying sight?”

“Very much so.”

They groan when they separate and right themselves on the bed, their eyes still not leaving your gaze. “Volt,” he says as he runs a hand through his hair. “I wonder if they feel a bit left out.”

Volt’s white eyes widen in understanding as he rakes his gaze up and down your body. “Do you, wire? Feel left out?”

You shuffle your weight on your feet. “Maybe a little.”

“Then maybe you two ought to play our game,” Eddie wonders. “So I can see for myself just what a sight you can make.”

Lucky you - they know exactly what you need.

They know how much you love when they give it to you.

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The corners of your mouth where the drool mixes with the tears are cold, and the liquids gather together before they continue to trail down your neck, your collarbone, your chest. Goosebumps raise across your skin, and if you could, you’d hiss through your teeth at the contrast of warm tongues licking up the droplets.

The ball gag in your mouth is comprised of a metal ball with maroon leather straps tight enough to mark into your cheeks. It’s not painful - it could be, though, if you asked - but the strain of your jaw gives you a delicious sort of ache.

Then there’s Volt’s cock inside you, filling you with a different type of soreness. He’s so fucking big, so impossibly long, as you sit in his lap while he rocks into you over and over, held in his arms at his mercy.

At their mercy.

Eddie’s rough fingers rest under your chin, keeping your head high and your gaze solely on his steel eyes. He’s been teasing you ever since Volt settled you atop him and sank into you in one expert thrust. It’s all so much, so much pleasure and pain and need sparking inside your cells, it’s no wonder you started crying so quickly.

The tears had only spurred them on.

Eddie likes to lick them up in quick, precise flicks of his tongue before pressing that tongue into Volt’s mouth, letting his partner suck on it while they moan together. Every now and again, the drops will creep down the side of your neck, and Volt will take the opportunity to flatten his whole tongue to your skin, and drag it languidly up the path left by the tears.

No matter how it’s done, it always makes you groan through the gag with some sounds that vaguely resemble their names.

“So fucking good for us,” Eddie muses as his thumb strokes across your wet chin. “How ya feeling, baby? Full enough?”

It’s a frustrated whine that escapes from behind the gag, because all three of you know the answer.

For you, it’s never enough.

Eddie’s smirk gives you a peak of his dimple through his stubble, and his grip firms only a touch. “What was that, spark? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

Even in such a ruined state, there’s an urge to roll your eyes. You can’t move your tongue under the weight of the ball to form the “n,” but you try with all your might to manage out, “No.”

The chuckle from behind you is slow and sultry, Volt’s breath hot on your ear. The one from in front is short, curt, a kind of scoff from Eddie’s lips. The amusement from both of them makes your core burn even hotter.

“Do you think that was a ‘no’, Volt?”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head with a rock of Volt’s hips, forcing himself deeper into you still. “I think so, Eddie,” he huffs. The sparks from the ends of his hair kiss at the skin on your shoulder. “Just an absolute slut for us, aren’t they?”

“Mm.” Eddie flicks his titanium eyes over your expression, studying all the ways your face has scrunched up, how close your brows are, how new tears well at the corners of your red-rimmed eyes. “You want even more, don’t you?”

You nod, shaking free more of the tears so they run down your cheek.

“What should we give you, then? What do you want?”

You try to plead with your eyes, though you’re not sure exactly for what. You just know, somehow, you could still be fuller. Could still have more of them inside you, everywhere.

There’s a gleam in that grey gaze as Eddie registers your silent plea. He licks his lips, then runs his tongue across his teeth. “You want your mouth full, baby?”

You give him a vigorous nod in response. More drool pools around your mouth when you whimper - you long to bite, to savor the ache even further.

A deft hand removes the gag in an instant, but before you can lift your tongue to give your thanks, two calloused fingers are shoved inside your mouth, keeping it down, keeping you full.

Your lips wrap around Eddie with greed, and your tongue presses against the pads of his fingertips and swirls around the knuckles. You long ago memorized every ridge of his skin, the sensation of how he drags himself inside you, and his hand tastes of copper, of cherries, of Volt.

He chuckles again at your satisfied groan, amplified by Volt’s thrusts inside you. He’s always loved the sounds you make, whether they’re from frustration, hunger, eagerness. He pulls them from you like the notes from an instrument as he strums together his favorite melody - a song just for him and Volt to enjoy.

Despite it all, despite yourself, you still aren’t satisfied.

He sees it in your eyes, you know he does - because Eddie always notices. Nothing escapes him, nothing passes him by. You’re an open book that he already knows the ending to.

Without a word, a third finger enters your mouth, effectively gagging you and coaxing more spit to drip from the sides of your mouth. But still, you suck at them, craving more.

“Better?” he asks, the gruffness of his voice raising your goosebumps higher.

Better, yes.

Enough?

Never.

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Volt loves the feeling of silk on his skin.

It’s a sort of calming sensation against the static shock of his hair and face, almost like an off switch - only one that’s an oh-so-pretty shade of blue, and ties perfectly around his eyes.

Usually, the absence of his sight allows him to feel rough palms and calloused fingers on his arms, his chest, his neck, as they raise goosebumps and sparks over his pale skin. The little grazes make his breath hitch, but he’s hardly able to deter the moans that escape him when that familiar touch wraps around his cock. Their shared current always surges where they meet, flowing through both of them with heat and greed, electrifying all their cells with something powerful, something right - Eddie and Volt, Volt and Eddie.

Tonight, though, it’s not Eddie’s hands that adore him.

You carefully trace the v of Volt’s hips with your fingertips, map out the prominent lines that lead straight to the shining white coils just above his cock. A lightning shaped stock of hair marks the spot of your treasure - tinged blue, and already dripping with pre.

He hisses through his teeth when you drag your nails down the flesh of his thighs - the skin practically glows from the resulting lines, and you stroke your thumb over them to soothe him. He isn’t bound (not yet, at least) but he keeps his hands dutifully above his head, grasping the bars of the headboard, just like a -

“Good boy,” you purr, licking your lips at how his cock twitches at the words. “I was not expecting this when Eddie said he had a surprise for me upstairs.”

He whines a little at your hot breath against his balls, and your smile grows.

“How long have you been waiting?” you ask with a quick kiss to his pelvis, just at the edge of his hair.

Volt’s breath is shakey as he answers. “Possibly an hour. More.”

“Aw,” you pout before giving one more kiss, closer this time. “Poor Volt. Did you think it was Eddie coming back up here when the door opened?”

“N-no, I - Fuck!”

The curse comes from your fingers wrapping around his length, unmoving, only holding, as his warmth singes at your hand with a shock.

“What was that, Volt?” You try your best to suppress a giggle.

He huffs. The teal silk blends with the blush on his cheeks. You can only imagine how his white hot eyes are racing underneath the blindfold - you know how much he longs to see your expressions, to memorize every inch of your face.

But you also know how much he likes to beg when he’s denied.

“I knew,” his voice is strained, and his knuckles tighten around the headboard. “I knew it - it was you. You… feel, different. Than Eddie.”

“Oh yeah?” You give a tentative little twist of your hand, and his hips buck up into your palm. “Do I feel different like this too?”

Volt’s nod is enthusiastic, eager. “Amps sake yes, you do.”

“Hm.” His cock jolts in your hand when you gather the drops of pre with your thumb and swirl it around the slit. “Tell me.”

“W-what?”

“Come on.” You bite your bottom lip when he groans. “You always have such pretty words. So since you can’t see me,” you pump him once, twice, down to the hilt, “tell me how I feel.”

“Oh, darling,” he’s struggling already, from only your languid, careful strokes over his cock. “Your hands, they’re, they’re not cold per say but - mm, fuck - you’re like… a balm. To my h-heat. And - live wire, fuck!”

You coat him with the spit that has fallen from your tongue - Volt’s white eyes would certainly flash with something carnal if he could see the strand of saliva that connects his cock to your lips. The sounds of your movements are wetter now, slicker, and his abs clench with an exasperated grunt.

“And what?” you tease, running your nails along his inner thigh.

“And your skin,” he sighs as his head rolls back at bit. “So soft, soft like this silk. Darling…”

“‘Darling’ what? Use your words, Volt.”

“More,” he moans - it’s music to your ears. “More, please.”

“Yeah?” You settle yourself on your stomach between his legs, your breath tickling his exposed skin between your fingers. “You want this?”

You press a deep kiss to the head, tasting the salt and acid of his pre as you wet your lips with it. The muscles of his arms flex with the hold above his head, and a small yelp escapes his mouth - it sounds almost like your name.

“Yes, yes - amp, darling, your mouth…” he trails off as he relaxes into the warmth of your mouth that’s enveloping his cock. “Feels perfect. Yes, yes - fuck, your mouth is so warm. Mm, and your tongue, so sweet…”

There’s a slight thrust of his hips - such a greedy thing, always wanting more. Wanting to be deeper, wanting to be taken.

“Y-you, you make me lightheaded,” Volt chuckles, the corners of his mouth turning up in a - is he embarrassed? - smile. Hints of dark lightning brows peek from the edge of the blindfold; his eyes must be flickering from the pleasure of it all. “Like I’m back in the ether of the wires. Oh, yes - like I’m floating. You - shit - you make me feel so good, wire, d-don’t stop.”

You hadn’t planned on it, though his words raise a part of you that wants to tease a little more - but he sounds so pretty, and he’s being so good.

You hum around him as he hits the back of your throat, and the vibration makes sparks crackle from the ends of his hair and his fingertips. He’s close already, you can tell by the way his stomach rises and falls with quick breaths. You wonder what Eddie must have done to him before you arrived to make him so close to short circuiting already.

Your tongue traces along the veins of his length, and pleas fall from his lips in droves. One of his legs raises to a bend, and he tries with his secure footing to buck into you, but you put your hands on either side of his hips, shoving him back down. He’s stronger than you, you know, and could flip the situation in his favor if he so chose, despite the insistence of your hold.

He won’t, though. Because he wants - needs - to be good.

For you.

“Darling...” It’s a tangled mess of a word, you can hear that so plainly even while so engrossed in your tasks. His skin is even hotter now, his charge alighting all of his electrons and circuits as his climax draws nearer. “Please, oh wire, ca-can I cum? Please can - please -”

It’s incoherent babbling when you remove your mouth, only for a moment, only to say “Yes, cum for me, Volt,” and you’re back around him in an instant.

Volt explodes, his whole body flushing teal as his cum fills your mouth with a snap of his hips - he’s greedy, yes, but you are too, and you waste no time to swallow down every drop he gives you. Every drop you pulled from him.

His breath is shallow, his voice strained from whines, and he worries his bottom lip with his teeth. You lick a long stripe up his length, ensuring you’ve gotten him clean, and he curses under his breath in response.

You never remove your hands from his skin, and you let them journey up from his hips, to his waist, to over his pecs and nipples. “God, I love the taste of you,” you breathe with a kiss to his collarbone. “Such a good boy for me.”

He shudders, his body sensitive from the lightning that struck him, and he gasps when your lips kiss his cheek, brushing against the blindfold. He knows it’s still long to be removed - well, at least, he hopes the cover won’t be going anywhere just yet.

Volt loves the feeling of silk on his skin.

But it pales in comparison to the bliss of you.