the art of mixology (& making out)

by kit_kat_katie07

Summary:

When you arrive at the breaker box, Volt gives you a special mission: help Eddie relax for the night. You then discover that Eddie was told by Volt to help you relax. You both decide to mess with Volt in return. (Cross-Posted on Tumblr!)

Notes:

oh i'm SO freaked out over these two, please sedate me before I return to my docs and write another fic to indulge myself

Chapter 1

“Live wire!”

You've grown accustomed to Volt's warm presence in the Breaker Box, especially when he comes up to greet you.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” His hand is extended out to you, and you gladly take it.

You don't deny him the pleasure of his customary greeting - a gentle kiss placed on the back of your hand - or of seeing its effect on you as your face warms at the gesture.

“I wanted to stop by and see you and Eddie…” You trail off while attempting to hide the real reason behind your visit.

Sure, you did want to see Eddie and Volt, but you mostly wanted to help out around the bar so they could have a bit of time to themselves. Your lovers always worked so hard to maintain the house and the bar, and they deserved a bit of time to rest and recharge.

But Volt, ever-the-perceptive Volt, sees right through your bullshit.

“And?” His voice softens, awaiting your answer.

Fuck it.

“...and I wanted to see if either of you needed any help tonight.”

Volt laughs as he pulls you close to him, and his free hand finds the small of your back. Your internal temperature kicks up a few degrees as his magnetic pull draws you in closer. He really does have a way of flustering you with only innocent gestures and touches.

“Well, if you insist on working, then I have quite the job in mind for you.” Volt's tender gaze leaves you for a moment as he looks towards the bar.

You follow his eyes as they fall on Eddie, who dutifully cleans behind the bar. He's completely, blissfully unaware of the way you and Volt are looking at him.

“As persuasive as I am,” He pauses to lean in towards you, his hot breath just barely kissing your lips, “I can't seem to make Eddie relax tonight.”

His insinuation doesn't fly over your head, but you find it hard to focus when he's this close to you and refusing to capture your lips with his.

Focus on what he's telling you now, then you can kiss him all you want later.

While dizzy from Volt's close proximity, you giggle softly as your gaze wanders toward Eddie again.

“And you think I can do it?”

“I think you underestimate your own charms and persuasions, my spark.” Volt pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss as your hands desperately reach out for any part of him you could touch.

He won't allow anything further than a single kiss as he pulls away from you, but Volt is pleased by your enthusiasm and want.

“There's plenty of time for that later, live wire.” The allure and temptation in his voice makes your body run even hotter than it was before.

“How am I supposed to make him relax?” You breathily ask.

Volt's expression changes from loving to mischievous as his hand runs up and down your spine.

“Get creative.”

Your thoughts run amuck, ranging from sweet to seductive, as Volt offers you a parting kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the growing crowd.

Part of you wants to go and chase after him, to beg for more affection, but you know he'll be unhappy if you don't at least attempt to do as he says.

“Good little spark.”

His voice echoes in your head, and desire for him courses through your veins as you make your way towards the bar area.

Although you're sure that you won't fully be able to shake off Volt's electrifying influence over you, you do hope that you'll be able to cool off a bit before you find Eddie.

By the time you reach Eddie, he's managed to finish cleaning the bartending area around him. The only thing remaining is a small shot glass on the bar top, and it's filled with some sort of whiskey that Eddie poured for himself.

An idea forms in your head as you take a seat at the bar once Eddie turns away from the seating area.

You didn't really like shooting whiskey straight, as it tasted and smelled like the liquid form of a permanent marker, but you couldn't help yourself from taking the shot when Eddie turns back around to face you.

“What the fuck are you-”

He pauses when you finish downing the shot, and the familiar burn in your mouth and throat creeps in as you do your best to not make a disgusted face.

You shudder as the liquid travels into your stomach, and you gently exhale as the scent of whiskey covers your breath.

“I should kick you out for drinking the owner's booze.” Eddie says with a small laugh at the end of his sentence.

“Don't worry, I don't plan on drinking any more of that.” You do your best not to gag as you push the glass away from you.

“I can tell.” There's the briefest smile of amusement on his face before he grabs the glass and pours some sort of red liquid into it. “Drink this. It'll help with the burn.”

You don't hesitate to grab the glass from Eddie when he offers it to you, and you sigh in relief when the taste of artificial cherry hits your tongue. It cools down your throat while also mixing well with the whiskey in your mouth.

You mutter a small ‘thank you’ before passing the glass back to him.

“Can I make you a drink, or are you going to steal mine all night?” Eddie sounds tired and annoyed, but the faintest trace of a smile on his lips tells you otherwise.

“I wasn't trying to steal your drink-” You attempt to defend yourself, but he won't let you get another word in.

“-really? What were you trying to do?”

He leans in closer, setting the glass down and resting both of his hands on the bar table.

A smug smile lands on your face as you rest your arms on the table and allow yourself to close the distance between the two of you.

“I was only trying to enhance the flavor for you, Eddie.”

And then you press your lips against his in a brief and, for now, innocent-enough kiss. He tastes like a strong whiskey sour, just as always, but you're more curious about what you taste like to him. Cherry? Whiskey? A bit of both, maybe?

You can't help but laugh as you take in the sight in front of you. Eddie's flustered, as he always is when you're affectionate with him, but there's a want and desire in his eyes that wasn't there before.

Somehow, he always had a way of looking at you like you were the only two people in the room.

Your laughter quickly dies in your throat when he recaptures your lips in a romantic, affectionate kiss.

It's enough to make your head spin as you reach out for him, to grab his clothes, arms, face, hair, or whatever part of him you can grasp first.

“Live wire-” Eddie breaks away from you to rest his head against yours. “Not here.”

His voice is so desperate for you that you want to kiss him again and again, but you know he's right - it'd be very inappropriate for the two of you to start anything here.

“Where?” You breathily say.

You're so intoxicated by one single gesture that anything - no, anywhere - sounds good to you.

“There's a few bottles in the back that I'd like to try.” A heavy blush rests on Eddie's face as he looks away from you for a moment.

Oh, he really liked what you did to him.

“I'd love to try them.” A love-sick grin rests on your face as you pull yourself away from him. “Lead the way?”

You don't remember when or how Eddie ended up next to you, but he gently takes your hand in his own, and he leads you through the crowd towards one of the backrooms in the Breaker Box. You remember your way around most of the bar, but this path is unfamiliar to you.

You find yourself in front of a door you don't remember, as Eddie nervously fiddles with the key for a moment before unlocking the door and pulling you inside.

You're plunged into darkness when the door closes behind you, but you're not there for long as the lights come on above you.

You're starstruck by the large amount of bottles that line every shelf and table in the room. From what you could see, you'd be able to find a drink for anyone, no matter how refined or specific their pallet might be.

The gentle click! of the door lock behind you pulls you back into the moment - you're really in for it now, as the only other person with a key is Volt.

Volt.

Shit.

You're not quite sure if what you're doing right now is technically relaxing, but Eddie has an air of ease about him as he gently guides you through the shelves upon shelves of bottles.

Drinking can be a form of relaxation, right? …Even if he's not technically drinking himself?

You push the thought to the back of your mind as you find yourself towards the back of the storage room.

A small desk sits in front of you, and it's one of the few spaces in the room that isn't covered in liquor bottles. Two chairs are sat next to each other - one for Volt, one for Eddie - and a small notebook lays open on the desk.

Upon closer inspection, you can see Volt and Eddie's handwriting in the notebook, detailing certain liquor/flavor combinations that go well together.

Ah, so this is where they experiment with different drinks and such.

You choose not to pry; instead, you take a seat as Eddie grabs a few bottles from a nearby shelf. You eagerly watch as he sets three of them down on the desk next to you.

Your stomach drops when you recognize the liquid in the first bottle - you have nothing against vodka, but one-too-many nights out with friends and a morning date with your toilet have made you weary of trying it again.

The second bottle appears to be a dark rum, given that you recognize the pirate on the label of the bottle. You're not sure if you'd recognize the flavor right away, but you'd be willing to try it again.

The third bottle has a more golden hue to it, and you can't quite tell what it is until you reach for it.

Tequila.

A small smile spreads across your face as you inspect the bottle. You have fond memories of taking shots of tequila with Sam when either of you weren't too busy with work. There's a flicker of a happy memory with an old flame where you tried a couple of tequila-based drinks with them.

Besides, who didn't like drinking margaritas?

Bottoms up, then.

You go to unscrew the cap, but Eddie grabs the bottle out of your hand.

“What are you-”

You pause when he grabs a pour spout from a desk drawer and replaces the lid on the bottle with the spout.

It's at this moment that you realize that there isn't a single shot glass around the two of you.

Clearly confused, you don't understand how this little experiment of yours will continue on until Eddie's hand gently grabs your chin.

…Oh.

Heat creeps up your neck and rests on your face as he looks into your eyes.

“You're okay with this?” He gently asks, moving a stray piece of hair out of your face while looking you dead in the eyes.

You're already breathless and tongue-tied, despite the lack of any sort of physical intimacy.

“Yeah.”

You manage to let him know that you are very okay with this before you open your mouth in compliance.

You're surprised at how smooth the tequila goes down your throat - probably because you haven't gone out drinking in a long time - but it leaves behind a mixture of citrus and spices in your mouth.

You don't have any time to think or respond before the taste of blackberry hits your palette. You've never had a blackberry margarita before, but you're sure it would taste something like the mixture of flavors in your mouth.

You breathe out, enjoying the way that everything mixes on your breath.

Eddie really knows how to make a damn good cocktail.

You allow him to set the bottle down before standing up and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Want a taste?”

He answers your teasing with a kiss that's full of passion and want. His hands easily rest on the side of your abdomen as he takes his time fully exploring the flavor profile on your lips.

You have to catch your breath when Eddie breaks away from you, but you make sure to keep your head close to his.

“Taste good?” You ask.

You take a moment to savor this closeness, the feeling of his breath on your check and his hands on you, as you await an answer.

“Yes.”

His eyes flicker down to your lips for a brief moment before he looks at you.

You laugh as you're happy with your effect on him.

“Something else, then?”

You let one of your hands rest on his shoulder as the other reaches out for one of the forgotten bottles on the table.

Eddie's hand catches your wrist before you can place your fingers on another bottle.

“You,” his breath is haggard and his voice is shallow, desperate, and needy, “I just want to taste you.”

The energy in the room immediately shifts, and a different sort of heat takes over your body.

He's going to make you short-circuit at this rate.

You don't hesitate to pounce on him.

You push and pull your lips from his in an unsynchronized fashion that would drive anyone wild as your hands move from his shoulders to his chest, where you grab onto his jacket for dear life.

Whatever space is in-between the two of you, it's simply too much to bear. You need him as close to you as humanly (objectly?) possible.

Eddie's all-in, matching you perfectly in intensity as you pull and grab at whatever parts of clothing and limbs you can touch.

You must look like an absolute wreck by the time you pull yourself away from him for a gasp of air, and you only make that assumption based on how disheveled he looks.

When you finally look Eddie in the eyes, you're expecting some romantic intimacy or pure, sweet, loving moment; however, you both start snickering once you've fully absorbed the state of one another.

“You look like a disaster.” Eddie throws a playful jab your way before you scoff in response.

“You look worse than me!”

“I always look worse than you, live wire. That's not much of an accomplishment.”

“Shut up.” You gently push him away from you before eyeing the bottles on the desk.

You desperately miss Eddie's touch as you break apart from him to set the bottles on a nearby shelf.

Don't want to make any more work for us.

His hands reach out for you, and you happily wrap yourself in his arms before planting a small kiss on his face.

“You're not sick of me yet?”

“Sick of you?” You're almost offended by his question, and you would be if you knew he wasn't teasing you, “Eddie, I can hardly get enough of you.”

His face was flushed from your previous encounter, but your words make a strong blush appear on his face.

You don't let him make another comment; instead, you place soft kisses along his jawline in an effort to show your love, your want for him.

“Live wire-” His voice is strangled, but he makes no attempt to stop you as your trail of kisses lead back to his lips.

“Let me take care of you, Eddie.” You mumble in-between kisses before making a quick maneuver to pin him against the desk. Your outstretched arms serve to box him in as you kiss him again and again.

You don’t know how long the two of you stay like this, but the comfortable rhythm that you’ve set is interrupted when Eddie pulls away from you.

“What are you-”

The question dies in your throat when you find that you’re the one pinned to the desk instead of him.

“Eddie-”

Your protests fall on deaf ears when he gently kisses your cheek before muttering in your ear.

“Let me take care of you.”

Touché, asshole.

After the intensity of your previous affections, you’re surprised when Eddie places soft, sweet kisses on you that follow a trail from your lips to your neck. He continues to pay extremely close attention to your neck until he finds the one spot that makes you curl further into him.

“There?” He mutters, to no one in particular, before placing another soft kiss in that spot.

This time, you let out a soft whine, which causes him to laugh.

“Cute.”

“Don’t tease.” You shyly look away for a moment, but your attention is quickly brought back to him once he resumes his attack on your neck.

You have to bite your lip hard in order to stop the sounds that threaten to escape your mouth, especially when Eddie chooses to leave a few hickeys on your neck. You’d be terrified, absolutely mortified, if anyone were to see you in such a state. But you don’t seem to mind when Eddie seems far too eager to reroute your train of thought back to him.

Although you don’t mind the extra attention from him, you were supposed to help him relax first. You can find all of the pleasure you need afterwards - you’re positive of it.

You pull Eddie in for a tender kiss as your hands land on his chest, and you use this moment of vulnerability to flip your positions once again so he’s pinned against the desk instead of you.

“Eddie, please,” You begin before he can say otherwise, “just relax.”

There’s more you want to say to him, to tell him every sweet little thought that’s racing through your mind. He should relax because he’s definitely fucking earned it, and he has two people who are more than willing to help him relax in any way possible.

You’re nervous about his reaction, but there’s nothing for you to fear when one of his hands finds yours.

“You first.” Eddie’s voice is soft, with a twinge of concern interlaced in his words. “Volt told me that you haven’t been taking care of yourself.”

“I-” You pause to consider his words.

He wasn’t wrong - you had been running around your house like a crazy person over the last few days, trying to solve every problem that the objects in your house had. You didn’t really mind giving so much of yourself to them. It felt nice to be wanted for once.

Wait, did he say that Volt told him-

“Volt told you to help me relax?” You hesitate for a moment until Eddie nods. “Volt told me to help you relax because you seemed unable to.”

“Volt.” He grumbles, and you can’t help but laugh as you pull away from him for a moment.

“He knows us far too well, that we’d be so caught up in helping each other that neither of us would consider why we were, ah-” Your eyes widen as heat rushes to your face. “Was Volt planning on watching us?”

Eddie doesn’t say anything - he simply runs his free hand through his hair as your mind races.

Well, if Volt wanted a show, then a show he’ll get.

“I’m sorry that he-”

You cut off Eddie’s apology with a small kiss on the lips.

“Don’t. I have an idea.”

“Which is?”

“Follow my lead.”

~

The taste of rum coats your tongue before you press your lips to Eddie’s cheek. He quickly returns the gesture, and you smile warmly at him. You have to pace yourself so you’re not wasted by the time Volt finds you and Eddie. Luckily, you have plenty to distract yourself with in the meantime.

Just as you had discussed, neither you or Eddie acknowledge the footsteps that you hear. You, instead, focus on nothing except placing kisses all over Eddie until you hear a familiar laugh.

“Having fun, are we?”

Your eyes dart to the side for a moment, just to briefly acknowledge Volt’s presence, before pulling Eddie in even closer. He takes the hint and presses small kisses to your lips until Volt wraps two arms around your stomach and pulls you away from him.

“Ignoring me won't end well for you, live wire.” Volt offers you a stiff warning, but there's a bit of curiosity in his gaze as he takes in the sight before him.

“I was just trying to help Eddie relax, just like you said.” You softly admit before playing with a strand of Volt’s hair.

Volt pauses for a moment before laughing to himself.

“You both look very relaxed. Especially you, Eddie.”

“Volt-”

“Eddie-”

“Enough.” Your voice causes both of them to stop talking. “You got what you wanted, Volt, didn’t you?”

You pull away from Volt, ever-so-slightly, so you can analyze his expression. You’re pleasantly surprised when he seems a bit flustered by your question.

You giggle to yourself before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“But that’s not all you wanted, is it, Volt? You were hoping for a bit of a show, right?”

Volt is always so confident, especially when it comes to you and Eddie. You’re normally used to him looking at you as a tiger looks at his prey, but the pure vulnerability in his eyes nearly makes you change your mind.

Nearly.

“My spark, please allow me to-” Volt nearly chokes on his words when you force him into a nearby chair.

“I’ll give you a show, Volt, as long as you behave.” You offer him an ultimatum as you show him a bundle of rope that just happened to be laying around.

“There’s no need, darling,” He purrs as his hands rest on his knees, “I’ll behave.”

“Good.” You look over to Eddie, who hesitates for a moment before handing you a bottle of liquor. “Do you want to help?”

Eddie thinks to himself for a moment before a light blush appears on his face.

“I'd rather watch.”

He steps aside as you grab the pour spout and attach it to the bottle in your hand.

You raise the bottle to your lips, and you take a healthy swig. Drops of liquor run down your chin, but for now, you pay them no mind.

The atmosphere is hot and tense as you slowly approach Volt. The bottle leaves your hand and sits on the table as you plan your next move.

Volt watches you with barely-contained hunger - he would've devoured you by now if he wasn't so damn curious about what you two were doing in here.

You gently straddle Volt as your hands come to rest on his shoulders. Instinctively, one of his hands comes to rest on your side.

“Hands off.” You offer a singular warning, which earns you a groan from him.

“But you look so divine, my light-”

“Volt.” Your voice would be downright scary in any other context, but you need to show Volt who's really in-charge here.

“Eddie-” His eyes are pleading as he looks over to Eddie, who simply scoffs.

“Don't look at me.”

Volt's desperate gaze shifts over to you, and his head drops for a moment as his hand returns to his side.

Your hand finds his chin as you force him to look you in the eyes.

“Do you want to know what Eddie and I were doing in here before you walked in?”

He can barely hold your gaze as he answers.

“Yes.”

You're intoxicated by the power you hold over him. It's no wonder why he enjoys teasing you and Eddie so much.

“We were trying out some new liquor for the bar…” You pause, pretending to think for yourself for a moment, “would you like to try some?”

“Please, live wire, whatever you need-” Volt stops talking when you lean in close enough to kiss him.

You could end this right here by simply giving Volt what he wants. But that wouldn't be any fun, especially when he lied to you and Eddie.

You smile mischievously before gently blowing a bit of air onto Volt's lips.

“Not yet,” You pull away from him to shift your weight into a more comfortable position, which causes Volt to moan, “Eddie?”

One hand leaves Volt's shoulder to beckon Eddie forward while your other hand grabs a spare drop of liquor that threatens to run off your face. You offer that small drop to Volt, who quickly licks it off of your finger.

You guide Eddie to the other side of Volt before placing both of your hands on Volt's chest.

“You're doing good, Volt, just a little longer.” You gently praise him before expectantly looking at Eddie.

Eddie's hands lay on Volt's shoulders as you lean up to kiss Eddie. He pulls you in closer to him, which pushes you further into Volt.

You're only interrupted by a small whine from Volt, which causes you to smile as you break apart from Eddie.

“Yes, Volt?”

You want an answer from him - any answer will do, especially if it's him begging you to touch or kiss him.

But that answer never comes. He can't seem to formulate the words as his hands fidget at his side.

“Tongue-tied?” You bite your lip to hold back a laugh. “I never expected that from you, of all people.”

“Volt?” Eddie squeezes Volt's shoulders. “You alright?”

“I'm fine.” His voice lacks the normal composure and confidence it usually contains.

You've really and truly flustered the man in front of you. The heavy blush on his face as he can't look you or Eddie in the eye is a tell-tale sign.

“Volt, next time you're worried about either of us, just tell us.” You murmur before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “And if you want us to make out in front of you, say something.”

A small blush forms on Eddie's cheeks as Volt's arms wrap around your waist.

A warm smile spreads across his face. He might’ve been flustered for a moment, but no he's back to his usual self.

“I quite like this side of you, live wire. Demanding, cold, teasing… don't you agree?” Volt stares at Eddie, who grumbles in agreement.

Heat rushes to your face as you attempt to get off of Volt, but his arms keep you tethered in place.

“Not so fast, little wire. Don't you think I get a reward for being so well-behaved?”

“You call that well-behaved?” Eddie rolls his eyes before looking at you. “It's up to you.”

“Fine,” You nod at Volt, “you can pick which one of us-”

You don't even get to finish your statement before Volt smashes his lips against your own.

The usual control and restraint in his affection is completely gone. You've managed to trap yourself in a flurry of affection that starts with hot, wet kisses that go from your lips to any available part of your skin that he can touch.

“You're irresistible, my spark,” Volt says in-between kisses, “especially when you deny me the pleasure of touching you.”

Volt only relents once he's satisfied with the amount of marks and kisses he's left all over you. His attention turns to Eddie as he pulls the other man into a heated kiss.

You're more than content to watch them, especially when Volt occasionally squeezes your waist, but they break apart from each other before you can truly take them in.

Volt looks from Eddie, to you, then back to Eddie as a wicked smile spreads across his face.

A familiar glint settles in his eyes, one that always sets every vein in your body on fire.

“Why don't I help you both relax?”

Chapter 2: mixing a manhattan (bitters, sweet vermouth, and whiskey)

Summary:

what better way to relax than a passionate, intimate night with your lovers?

Notes:

you guys this is my first ever smut and I went CRAZYYY

anyways enjoy my horny posting :) I know I sure enjoyed writing it.

also feel free to connect with me on Tumblr! my @ is kit-kat-katie!

Volt looks from Eddie, to you, then back to Eddie as a wicked smile spreads across his face.

A familiar glint settles in his eyes, one that always sets every vein in your body on fire.

“Why don't I help you both relax?”

You don't have any time to respond before Volt lifts up your shirt and begins peppering kisses across your lower abdomen.

You let out something between a shriek and a moan before Eddie gently grabs your chin and softly kisses your lips.

Oh, these boys would be the death of you one day.

One of Volt's arms holds you against him as the other is free to run up and down your side. You shiver as his hand slides under your shirt and makes contact with the goosebumps on your waist.

Eddie pulls away from you for a moment, and you're tempted to pout and plead with him to continue on until Volt pulls at the bottom of your shirt.

His eyes watch you, expectantly, until you nod at him.

“Please, Volt, fuck-”

Your quiet plea is not left unanswered as your shirt is nearly ripped off of your body.

No one speaks for a moment as four eyes carefully study your exposed torso. Volt makes the first move, choosing to press a small kiss into your stomach before muttering soft praises into your skin.

“I think you were made to ruin us, little wire.”

Volt's kisses trail up and down your skin as your legs straddle one of his. A jolt of electricity runs through your sex as his mouth inches closer and closer to the lower part of your body. You whine when his lips meet yours for a moment, and he lets out a dangerous laugh that only fuels the fire inside of you.

“If you want something, you simply have to ask, spark. We're more than happy to provide.” Volt gently teases.

You know exactly what you want to ask him - to swallow you whole until you remember nothing but his name - but you're stopped when a small squeal comes out of your mouth.

Volt subconsciously moved his leg, in order to get you into a better position, but he ended up grinding his leg against your groin, and it drove you fucking wild. Any thoughts of him pleasing you with your mouth are replaced with the idea of riding his thigh until you see stars.

You don't even have the words to express what you want - you simply grind down on him until a loud moan comes from you.

“Fuck, live wire.” You hear Eddie’s voice somewhere near you, but you're far too focused on chasing your pleasure from Volt.

Meanwhile, Volt gently stops you with his hands on your waist, and you voice your disapproval with a small whine.

“You want me to help you, or would you like to perform all on your own?” His smile is seductive and tempting, and you lean in to give him a breathy kiss before answering.

“I- I can do it.” Your answer is shaky, and you're not sure if you believe yourself, but Volt respects your choice.

“Well then, go on.” He leans back in his chair, but not before bouncing his leg once, which jostles you and sends a wave of pleasure to your core.

“Volt!” You shriek as you take a moment to recover.

He smiles for a moment, paying you no mind as you try to continue on.

Just another performance, just like before.

You take a deep breath before setting an easy pace for yourself - not too fast where you end up orgasming before you can even put on a good show, but not too slow that you're torturing yourself in the process. Your hips roll naturally, and you slowly feel the wave of pleasure approaching as you get closer and closer to your climax.

“You're doing so well, my sweet little spark,” Volt praises you as another moan falls from your lips, “aren't they, Eddie?”

Your eyes snap up to Eddie, who seems more than content to watch you. The heavy blush on his face tells you everything you need to know as he watches you bounce on Volt's leg.

“Eddie?” You softly call out to him as you feel yourself approaching the edge.

Whatever self-restraint he was trying to hold on to has gone out the nearest window as Eddie quickly closes the distance between the two of you.

His hand finds your cheek again, and his eyes lovingly gaze at you as you continue grinding against Volt's thigh.

“ ‘m close.” You manage to say in-between moans.

“I know,” He sweetly kisses the top of your head before grabbing one of your hands, “I'm here.”

Your other hand finds Volt's shoulder, but you don't feel his touch as a red-hot sensation races through your body. You cry out a mix of their names as you ride out your orgasm.

You end up collapsing against Volt, but Eddie's arms catch you before you can completely suffocate Volt (not that he would mind it).

“You did good.” Eddie gently encourages you as you come down from your high.

“Good? Oh, my dear Eddie, they were electrifying.” A wicked grin appears on Volt's face as Eddie groans at the pun.

“Really?”

You're not exactly sure who speaks next, but you don't fully recover until you feel someone pinch your waist.

“Hmm?” You hum, perfectly content in staying in your lovers’ embrace.

“You alright?” Eddie's shine with concern until you laugh and softly kiss him on the lips.

“Never been better,” You then turn your attention to Volt, “thank you for helping me relax, honey.”

The nickname makes him groan as Volt hungrily looks at you.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, live wire?” He purrs before wrapping both of his arms around your waist.

You bite your lip in anticipation - what could he possibly have in mind? Your mind races at the thought, playing out snippets of some of your wildest fantasies. You feel yourself become hot all over, and your sex aches with want.

“Yes, there is, but you can't do it here.” You whisper just loud enough so Eddie can hear.

You're lifted off of the chair by both Eddie and Volt, and you can't help but laugh as you're carried from one of the backrooms into the loft.

“Enjoying yourself, spark?” Eddie asks, and he smiles when you nod, “Good.”

You're very familiar with this room - the small kitchenette in the corner, the spacious bathroom down the hall - but your body mostly remembers the king-sized bed that you're gently placed down onto.

You prop yourself up with your elbows as Volt quickly discards his jacket onto the floor. His shirt quickly comes off afterwards, and you can't help but gawk at your lover's physique.

“See something you like, my light?”

Volt chuckles as you manage to walk over to him with your wobbly legs. His hands catch your waist before you can fall down, and the two of you share a shocking kiss before he speaks again.

“Aren't you forgetting about someone?” Volt spins you around to face his counterpart. “Eddie~”

You reach out for Eddie as Volt's arms securely wrap around you. Eddie hesitates for a moment before taking your hand.

“C'mere, lover, let me make you feel good.” You softly coo at him as your hand cups his face.

Eddie adjusts his head for a moment so he can softly kiss the palm of your hand. The gesture warms your heart and your loins.

Your other arm reaches for the necklace of wires that adorn his jacket, and before he can protest, you tug on them so his face is mere inches from yours.

“Naughty, naughty, naughty.” Volt lightly scolds you before gently biting down on the crook of your neck.

You let out a small yelp, but any further commentary is drowned out by Eddie's lips smashing against yours.

It's an all-out war of teeth and tongue in your mouth as Eddie thoroughly explores your mouth with his own. It doesn't help when Volt moans into your ear at the sight, making you moan into Eddie's mouth.

You're panting, gasping for air when Eddie decides to pull away from you. Your hands wander down to his vest, and with a small nod from him, you slowly pull his vest off of him.

Your hands then make short work of the buttons on his shirt, and it comes off easily. Your thigh clench as you look from Eddie, to Volt, and then back to Eddie again.

How did you end up with two handsome lovers?

You put the thought aside as you gently lead Eddie back to the bed. He happily pulls you on top of him as his lips meet yours, again and again, for a series of quick, passionate kisses. Volt provides a guiding hand on your lower back as Eddie grabs at your waist.

You begin to grind against Eddie, in an effort to relieve the tension and heat between your legs, but the heat only grows when Eddie groans at the sensation.

His hips grind into yours, and you whimper in return.

“Amps sake, you two really are desperate and needy for each other.” Volt can't help but to poke fun at the two of you as the pad of his thumb wipes away the smallest amount of spit on your lip.

You moan when Volt licks his thumb as his hand lightly rubs against your back. The heat between your legs is unbearable at this point - you need to get off right now.

“If you want something, you simply have to ask, spark. We're more than happy to provide.”

“Eddie, love, please-” You choke on your words as your hips move, again, without your express permission.

The friction between your clothing and his is just barely enough to help relieve the ache in your core.

“You want this?” Eddie looks slightly shocked as you nod and let a thousand yes's fall from your lips.

Your bodies fit perfectly together as you both move at the same time. A chorus of lewd noises escapes the both of you as you grind against each other at a pace that's both too fast yet not fast enough.

Your fingernails dig into his back once you feel your climax approach. Eddie responds by burying his head into your neck before lightly biting the tenderest part of the flesh.

You yelp in surprise before moaning at the sensation. Your fingernails dig in further as he continues to nip at your neck.

“Eddie-” Your mouth can't formulate the proper words, not when you feel this good.

“Me too.” He glances up at you for a moment to give you a knowing look, one that says that he understands what you want even if you can't say it right now.

Your hands continue to hold onto his back for dear life as you continue to move against each other.

Fuck, fuck, fuck-

His teeth sink in at just the right spot, right by your collarbone, and your vision goes blurry for a moment as your orgasm crashes over you.

Everything is hazy for a moment - you can't hear or feel your lovers, but you know they're close. The next thing you feel is the softness of the bed against your skin, and a pair of hands gently massaging your back.

“Live wire?” Eddie calls out to you as your vision slowly returns.

His eyes study you for a moment, full of both concern and adorement.

You hum in response, too blissed out to fully acknowledge his presence.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” You say before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

The bed dips down as Volt settles in next to you. One of his hands lightly massages your scalp as your breath begins to even out.

Eddie shifts away from you for a moment to look at Volt.

“Did you really make yourself a drink while we were-” Eddie cuts himself off as a heavy blush settles on his face.

“I can watch and pour a drink, Eddie.” Volt chuckles to himself before turning his attention to you. “You make such beautiful sounds when you're with us, live wire.”

He watches you as you shyly cover your hands with your face.

“Volt-” A whine escapes your throat at his teasing.

“You're doing yourself a disservice by shying away from us.” Volt says.

You hear Volt set the drink on a nearby nightstand as you curl up next to Eddie. A hand wraps around both of your wrists before pinning them above your head.

You squeal in response as Volt gently grabs your chin and turns your head towards his.

“You're actually embarrassed,” Volt observes you as you bite your lip, “but there's no need for that. Not when you're with us.”

He leans down and kisses you passionately, and you can't help but let out a moan.

“Good little spark.” Volt offers your hips a small squeeze before grabbing his drink.

He brings it to his lips, but pauses once he sees you expectantly look at him.

“How sweet.” Volt teases before rubbing the pad of his thumb up and down your chin.

Your mouth opens in preparation as the glass meets your lips, and you take a shaky sip before swishing the liquid around in your mouth.

Whiskey. Sweet Vermouth. Bitters.

You think to yourself for a moment - what drink could possibly have those three ingredients? - before the answer springs to the front of your mind.

“Manhattan?”

“Huh,” A ghost of a smile tugs at Eddie's lips, “you do pay attention to what goes into your drink.”

His hand lets go of your wrists before you sit up at the bed.

“Of course I do,” You pause as your teeth tug at your bottom lip, “but I get distracted by the bartenders from time to time.”

“Do you?” Eddie's eyebrows raise for a moment before a smirk rests on his face.

One of his hands comes to rest on your thigh as the other wraps tugs at the waistband of your pants.

“Very much so.” You manage to say before his hand just barely dips below your waistband.

You whimper at the touch, but you can't savor the touch for long as Volt wraps his arms around your and pulls the two of you apart.

“Volt, honey-”

You hope that his favorite nickname from you is enough to let you go back to Eddie, but his grip on you remains strong.

His hair gently shocks the back of your neck as he whispers into your ear.

“Hold him down for me.”

You quickly nod in agreement, and Volt heartily laughs at your excitement.

He softly kisses your cheek before letting you go back to Eddie.

“What are you two-” His questioning stops once your mouth meets his.

Your tongues dance for a moment before you lightly push him towards the edge of the bed.

“Live wire-” Eddie tries again, but you only respond by wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his cheek.

“Let Volt take care of you.” You mumble as Volt pulls the two of you to the edge of the bed.

“I'm just cleaning you up.” Volt gives you a knowing wink before tugging at Eddie's belt.

“Volt.” Eddie growls before pulling Volt in for an intense kiss.

You're nearly knocked off the bed when Volt leans in to capture Eddie's lips again and again, but Eddie's weight keeps you trapped under both of them.

Your hands move from Eddie's waist to his back as you take a few short gasps of air.

There are much worse ways to die than being trapped under two hot men.

You don't suffocate for much longer as Volt backs off of Eddie but doesn't allow him to escape.

You're starstruck by the pure passionate aggression that these two display towards one another. They may have been a little rough on you, but it's nothing like the hair-pulling, gnashing-of-teeth-and-tongues that's going on in front of you. You could watch them make out for ages and not get bored.

Your hands subconsciously wander up and down Eddie's back, and you find yourself admiring your previous handiwork on his back.

Small crescent-moon-shaped indents from your fingernails are scattered across the surface, but you notice that you mostly have an empty canvas that is completely yours to decorate how you wish.

And that gives you a dangerous idea.

While Eddie and Volt are busy with one another, you place small kisses on each and every indent that you see. Eddie tenses up after the first kiss, but relaxes ever-so-slightly after each and every one.

Your hands find his shoulder blades, and you gently press into them to help relieve what tension is left in them.

You hear Eddie mumble something into Volt's mouth - a thanks or perhaps a groan of pleasure? - but you pay him no mind as your hands continue to travel down his back.

Every tense muscle receives the utmost attention from you as you study the man in front of you, trying to figure out where you should start your masterpiece.

Volt pulls away from Eddie, a line of spit connecting their mouths. A twinkle of curiosity rests in Volt's eyes as he evaluates your movements.

“What are you doing back there, little wire?”

“Nothing.” Your voice is too cheerful, too mischievous, for either of them to believe your answer.

“Bullshit.” Eddie's voice is hoarse, but he still manages to groan in pleasure when you run a fingernail down his spine.

“You don't trust me?” You sweetly ask before kissing the back of his neck.

“You're trying to make me short-circuit-”

“-I'm trying to help you relax, Eddie.” You counter before letting the pad of your thumb run down his spine. “Is it working?”

To your delight, he groans louder than he did last time.

“Is that a yes?” Your eyes flicker to Volt, who hungrily watches your ministrations.

“Eddie,” Volt lightly pinches his side, “our live wire asked you a question.”

Our. It's a simple three-letter word that never fails to send a wave of pleasure to your core whenever Eddie or Volt use it.

“Yes.” Eddie grumbles while looking off to the side.

You can't see the red on his face, but you know it's there.

You lick your lips hungrily as you eye his spine again. You pull away from Eddie for a moment as you plan your next attack.

Volt's watching you like a hawk, awaiting your next move with bated breath.

You lean in to press a small kiss to the top of Eddie's spine, and you feel him melt into your touch. Your hands gently play with his hair for a moment, just to give him a bit of respite, before the main act begins.

You don't know what compels you to do this - maybe it's the heat of the moment, the intensity of Volt's stare, or your lack of caution or care - but your tongue finds the top of Eddie's spine near the back of his neck.

You slowly let your tongue travel down his spine, as far as it can possibly go without breaking your neck in the process. You can feel him shudder as you do so, which makes you clench your thighs together. Once you reach the bottom, you nibble on Eddie flesh for a moment before backing away from him.

“Amps sake, spark, that was…” Volt's blush is prominent as he can barely look in your eyes. “I can't… Eddie?”

If Volt's struggling to form his words, you can't imagine that Eddie's fairing much better.

Silence comes from Eddie - it wasn't like you were expecting a response from him, anyway.

“Are you two… flustered?” You're in disbelief at the sight in front of you - neither of them are willing to meet your eyes. “Holy shit.”

If you had your phone with you, you would've taken a picture as proof.

Laughter creeps up your throat, but you manage to contain it for just a moment as your hands land on Eddie's shoulder.

“Was that okay?” You ask as you gently squeeze his shoulder.

“Okay? Live wire, that was-” Eddie pauses and looks at Volt for a moment.

You're not quite sure how they manage to communicate without words or body language, but Volt seems to receive the message as a dangerous grin appears on his face.

“I think our dear Eddie is trying to tell you how much he-” Volt stops to clear his throat for a moment, “we enjoyed that.”

“Good.”

A breath that you didn't know that you were holding escapes you.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

Your laughter breaks free from your chest as both of your lovers bashfully look away from you again.

“You're playing a dangerous game, spark.” Volt tries to warn you, but the threat lacks the usual oomph that would make you think twice.

“Am I, now?” You test the strength of your power by moving your hands away from Eddie's shoulders so you can lightly bite down on one of his shoulder blades.

He loudly curses before a small growl comes from his lips.

“Volt.”

“Yes, my dear?”

“Hurry up before I-” He loudly exhales as you bite down on his other shoulder, “they make me finish.”

“As you wish.”

You lean back for a moment as Volt makes quick work of the rest of Eddie's clothing. Your eyes study the fingernail marks on Eddie's back once more - it wouldn't hurt to add a few more, would it?

Your lips find his skin once more, and you don't hesitate before biting and sucking at the surface. The groan of pure ecstasy from Eddie only further motivates you to leave more marks across the surface of his skin.

You're too busy with your personal project to see what Volt is doing to Eddie, but the occasional gagging noise and moan helps you fantasize about what's going on.

Eddie doesn't last long between you and Volt, and a loud curse escapes him before he's putty in your hands.

Your arms wrap around his torso as you steady him against yourself. His breathing is erratic, at first, but it quickly falls in time with yours.

You don't think to speak until one of his hands comes to rest on your forearm. You move the arm Eddie isn't holding onto so you can gently comb your fingers through his hair.

“Feeling relaxed?” You break the silence with a soft question.

Eddie only breathily laughs as a response. He won't ever directly answer you, but the relaxation in his posture tells you exactly what you need to know.

Volt is the first to stand, but he doesn't stray far; instead, his focus is on you as he tries to see what you've been working on.

You pull Eddie even closer to you in an attempt to hide your marks.

“Keeping secrets, are we?” Volt places a hand on your shoulder to pull the two of you apart, but you resist by burying your head into the crook of Eddie's neck.

“Now you're embarrassed?" Eddie laughs in disbelief.

Eddie lightly pulls on your arm, and you, albeit reluctantly, move away so Volt can admire what you've done. You notice a few small tears on Eddie's face, and you don't hesitate to wipe them away as Volt positions himself behind Eddie.

The tension in the room is palpable as Volt gently traces the marks and indents on Eddie's back for a few moments.

“I never took you for an artist, live wire.” His voice is reverent as he studies the intricate patterns and lines that you've created.

“How bad is it?” Eddie grumbles before looking over his shoulder.

Volt heartily laughs in response, which causes him to sigh.

“Live wire-” There's that famous I'm-going-to-scold-you-now tone that Eddie uses on you and Volt.

“-I got a little carried away.” You bashfully look away as Volt hands Eddie a nearby handheld mirror.

He angles the mirror up to a nearby light so he can see what you've done to him.

“For fuck's sake,” The mirror moves as he observes the marks on his own back, “you call that a little bit carried away?”

Eddie tries to sound annoyed, but the smirk on his lips gives him away. You exhale in relief before his hands find your waist.

“Let me finish what I started earlier.”

It's in this moment that you're reminded of your own neediness, and you briefly recall how Eddie's hand got ever-so-close to touching your sex.

“Yes, yes, please-” You're babbling, pleading with him as his hands move from your waist to the top of your pants.

“May I?”

Your legs threaten to buckle at the sweet intimacy of the gesture - even after many passionate nights, neither of them liked to assume what you were or weren't comfortable with.

“Yes.” You quietly say before Eddie gently removes your pants and the remaining undergarments on your body.

You shiver as air hits every single part of your fully exposed body. You feel a whine fall from your lips as your lovers fully admire you in all of your glory.

“Touch me.” It's meant to sound assertive, but you can only whimper them out.

You're pushed back into the bed as a pair of rough, calloused hands - Eddie's - squeeze your thighs. Your legs, with a mind of their own, spread apart as he positions himself on the edge of the bed.

Volt wraps his arms around your waist, and he carefully sits you up as Eddie slowly begins to kiss up your inner thigh.

Your whines grow louder and louder as he approaches your entrance, but he pauses right before his mouth can touch your folds.

His hot breath hits you in all of the right places, and you would buck your hips into his mouth if Volt wasn't pinning you down.

“Impatient, are we?” Volt's sultry voice whispers into your ear as he tightly holds you against him.

“They’re eager.” Eddie says, and you agree with a small whine.

He hesitates, just for a few seconds, before moving onto your other thigh. His kisses are noticeably messier as he works his way down your other thigh - whatever self-restraint he has left is slowly beginning to crack.

“Eddie!” You cry out for him once his lips leave your skin.

“Let him take his time with you, little wire. We like to worship what's ours.” Volt says.

You grind down on nothing as a moan escapes your lips.

That fucking word.

“Ours? You like that?” Eddie taunts you as his hand massages the soft flesh of one of your thighs.

You nod your head before nervously swallowing.

He leans in to lightly nibble on your thigh, which causes you to slightly jump.

“Ah!”

“Out loud,” He murmurs before looking into your eyes, “please.”

Volt kisses your neck before his lips rest against your ear.

“If you tell him what he wants to hear, he'll give you exactly what you want, spark.”

You can barely string a coherent thought together, not when they're both looking at you like that, but you'll try to.

“I like it… when you call me yours. It makes me feel…” You trail off, thinking to yourself for a moment.

Sexy? Desired? Wanted? Cherished? Needed? Appreciated?

“...loved.”

The word is tender on your lips, and you can't take it back once it echoes around the room.

“Live wire, you are truly adorable,” Volt softly purrs, “but I think you feel a lot more than love.”

You sigh as warmth floods to your cheeks.

“I also get incredibly turned on when both of you say it,” You groan before locking eyes with Eddie, “is that good?”

His face is extremely flushed, either from your bold statement or the mention of love, but he quickly recovers in order to press a loving kiss to your inner thigh.

“Loved?” Eddie lets a brief smile appear on his face before his eyes settle upon the soaking wet mess between your legs. “I need to taste you.”

“What's stopping you?” Volt verbally pushes Eddie as his arms both pin you down and comfort you.

You feel Eddie's hot breath against your core once again, and his stubble scratches against your thigh as a small kiss is placed on your clit.

You moan his name, and your hips again attempt to move in order to create some sort of friction or relief.

“Ready?” His eyes meet yours for a moment, and you open your mouth to answer, but you're not fast enough.

You scream in pleasure when his tongue hits your folds. He knows every little spot to touch and tease in order to have you mewling for him.

You're glad that Volt has you secured in his grasp; otherwise, you'd be squirming more than you already are.

There are only two words on your mind - two names, really - and they're the only words that you can truly say. You're not even sure if you're saying words anymore, or if you're just babbling nonsense.

“I've got you,” Volt says before planting more kisses up and down your neck, “just let go.”

Your orgasm builds fast, a blinding heat that threatens to swallow you whole. Eddie's tongue manages to find a new bundle of nerves as Volt begins to mark up your skin. It's too much, too fast, and you're the one who short-circuits as your vision goes white for a few seconds.

The feeling of Volt's lips on your skin is enough to pull you back from your fucked-out state. He continues to suck and bite on parts of your neck, which makes you whine in response.

“Eddie marked you up earlier,” He glances over to the other side of your neck, “so it's only fair that I get to do the same.”

You can only offer him an assortment of lewd noises as your brain is too fried to think of anything else to say.

Your eyes travel downwards to Eddie, who's still lapping up your juices with his tongue. His hands gently caress your thighs, occasionally giving one of them a soft squeeze that helps to ground you.

“You with us?” Eddie's voice is warm, low, and irresistibly sexy, which sends a shockwave of electricity to your core.

“Uh-huh,” is the only response you can form.

“Tongue-tied?” Volt can't help himself as his hands traverse and squeeze any bit of flesh that he can get his hands on.

“Give them a minute.” Eddie helps support your legs as he begins to make marks of his own on your thighs.

You really were theirs.

After both of your lovers are thoroughly satisfied with the array of marks that are scattered across your body, Volt leans back so you are able to sit up on your own.

Eddie's lips come to meet your own, and you melt into the kiss. He tastes, ever-so-faintly, of a whiskey sour and something sticky yet sweet.

You moan when you realize that the sweetness in his mouth came from you.

“Enjoying yourselves?” Volt asks after you disconnect from Eddie.

The innuendo isn't missed by you as you turn to face Volt.

“I did, actually.” You try to sound annoyed, but the warm smile on your face betrays you.

“May I taste you next?”

“Of course, Volt,” You say before your voice drops, “but only because you behaved so well earlier.”

You expect Volt to switch places with Eddie, but the two lock eyes again before Volt fully lays down on the bed.

You're fully confused as Volt gestures for you to come forward. You oblige, crawling towards him until your face is nearly touching his.

What could he possibly be planning?

You place a sweet kiss on his cheek as your hands absentmindedly run up and down his chest. Volt's hands find your waist, and you yelp in surprise when he pulls you on top of him.

You end up straddling his face once he's done moving you, and it's only now that you realize what he wants to do.

Volt, on the other hand, looks absolutely delighted by your surprise.

“Were you expecting something else, my sweet spark?”

“No, I just didn't think you'd-”

“-want to?” Volt finishes your sentence before gently pressing his fingers into your flesh. “Why would you think that?”

His brows crease with worry.

“I don't know, I just-” You pause for a moment to look back at Eddie before turning your attention back to Volt. “-what if I hurt you?”

Volt laughs as if it's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard.

“Live wire, you have nothing to worry about. Eddie and I have lived through much worse. Besides,” Volt gives you a downright devious look, “I can think of much worse ways to injure myself.”

“Volt, I'm serious.” You huff.

“As I am. You have nothing to worry about.” His hands run up and down your legs to help reassure you.

“He'll be fine, there's no need to worry,” Eddie says from behind you, before quietly adding, “I'd be fine too.”

“If you say so-” You can't even finish your sentence before Volt nearly closes the distance between your sex and his head.

Your thighs rest on either side of his head, and Volt hungrily looks at your aching core before he begins to feast.

You're holding on to whatever part of Volt or the bed that you can grab as his tongue begins to explore inside of you. He lacks the manic, feral, eating-as-if-its-my-last-meal energy that Eddie has, but his tongue still feels incredible.

Moan after moan falls from your mouth as Volt's tongue dances upon every part of you that he can reach. That familiar pressure and heat grows inside your core as Volt holds on to your thighs for dear life.

The world fades away as you get closer and closer to your climax. You barely register the sound of clothing ruffling in the background as Volt continues to work his magic on you.

Time itself seems to disappear as the only thing you can focus on is the sensation of Volt exploring every inch of your core with that seductive, sultry tongue of his. Everything is perfect, wonderful, and you feel yourself nearly fly off of the edge-

…that is, until Eddie thrusts into Volt, which nearly sends you flying into a wall. Your hand slams against the wall, which stops your head from colliding with it. A brief flash of pain appears in your wrist, which causes you to curse out loud.

“Shit, are you alright?” Eddie immediately pulls out of Volt, who moans into your entrance at the loss.

“I'm- I'm fine.” Your voice is shaky as you peel your hand off of the wall. “See?”

You quickly flex all of your fingers to show that your hand still works.

“You sure?” Still not convinced, Eddie reaches out for your hand, and you allow him to take it for a moment.

“Stop worrying,” You look back at him as he carefully inspects the palm of your hand, “just… give me a warning next time?”

Your face becomes hot, even hotter than it was, when Eddie softly kisses your palm. It's almost ironic how something so sweet can fluster you in the middle of such a lewd scene.

Eddie lets your hand fall to your side, and you're immediately lost in the tenderness of his gaze until you feel a soft buzzing at your core.

Your attention snaps back to Volt, who appears to be speaking directly into your hole. It's at this moment that you wish you could do more than gently brush aside his hair without the risk of shocking yourself.

“Need something, honey?” You use the same sickeningly sweet tone that Volt often uses on you.

He responds with his tongue, choosing to explore inside a part of you that makes you scream.

“Eddie, I'm not going to last much longer-” A strangled cry escapes you as Volt slowly works towards his previous pace.

“Neither am I. You ready?”

Your hands hold on to the headboard of the bed as you nod.

“Yeah.”

A slower thrust from Eddie makes your hips roll against Volt's face. His fingers dig deeper into your skin, leaving marks that will remind you of tonight for many days to come.

You bite down, hard, on your lower lip when Volt moans into your center.

Eddie sets a similar pace to Volt, making sure that you get just enough friction from his thrusts to help relieve the ache in your core.

Your hips don't need to move on their own - Eddie gives you enough momentum that you're able to ride Volt's face without much effort on your part.

You don't last long between the movement of your hips and Volt's tongue continuing to swirl around inside of you. You happily ride out your orgasm as Eddie's thrusts become messier and messier.

A loud groan from behind you tells you that Eddie's finished too, and you're both left panting as Volt places a soft kiss to your entrance. You shudder at the gesture before sitting up and allowing Volt to breathe for a moment.

“How could anyone resist the taste of you?” Volt mumbles to himself before licking his lips. “Let me see your hand for a moment, my dear spark.”

You give him your hand, the hand that slammed against the wall, and he does his own inspection before interlocking his fingers with yours. You move to sit on his chest so he can have a better look at you.

“Volt, my hand is fine. I think I was more surprised than anything.” You try to reassure Volt as he places a light kiss to your knuckles.

“Doesn't stop me from worrying.”

That carefully-built facade of showmanship and bravado drops for a moment as he pulls you in for a warm hug.

“We don't like to see you hurt, especially at our own hands,” Volt's uncharacteristically serious, but it quickly fades away, “unless you enjoy that, live wire.”

“Volt!” You playfully push yourself away from him. “God, you are so-”

You cut yourself off when he grabs your arm and pulls you on top of him. You're face-to-face with Volt, your lips nearly touching his.

“I'm so what, exactly? Handsome? Charismatic? Dangerously exciting?”

“Do not answer that, live wire,” Eddie quickly interjects, “you'll feed his ego.”

“No, no, I want to hear what they are going to say. What am I, little wire?”

It's a challenge, issued directly to you by Volt himself. You're tempted to kiss that smug, seductive grin off of his face, but that would be giving him what he wants.

And what's the fun in that?

“You're a lot of different things, Volt.” You give him a vague answer, hoping he'll take the bait.

“Things?” Volt repeats before trying to coax an answer out of you, “You'll have to be more specific than that.”

His thumbs dig into the flesh of your hips, and you let out a needy whine in response.

“C'mon, spark, use your words.”

“You're a tease-”

“-I'm a tease?” Volt laughs with a devilish grin on his face. “What about your little show earlier? Was that not teasing-”

“-that was different-”

“How so?” His lips barely touch yours before you realize that he's trying to push your buttons, to get a reaction out of you that was similar to your earlier display of dominance.

“That was about teaching you a lesson,” You pause as a cheshire-cat grin appears on your face, “and I'm going to teach you another one if you don't behave.”

You allow your lips to meet his for only a second before you pull away from him. Your legs straddle his chest as you stare down at him.

“You told me that I'd get whatever I asked for, right?” Your eyes light up as Volt nods. “The same goes for you.”

“You think there's something that I want that I haven't asked for?” His lips quirk with interest. “Enlighten me, live wire.”

“I saw the way you looked at me when I rode your leg,” You lean in to whisper into his ear, “but I think we both know that you were hoping that I would ride something else.”

Volt seems completely off-guard by your statement as a small blush rushes to his face.

“You noticed?” His voice is soft and tender, lacking the usual teasing edge.

“Of course I did, honey,” You purr as your hands run up and down his chest, “now let me help you relax. Eddie?”

You glance over at Eddie, who's sitting on the edge of the bed, half-dressed. He hums in response without looking at you.

“Top drawer in the nightstand.” You offer him vague instructions, but you know that he knows what you're looking for.

Eddie digs in the nightstand for a moment before tossing you the bottle of lube. You gently set it on Volt's chest before giving him a condescending pat on the cheek.

“I trust you know what to do.” You wink at him before climbing off of his chest.

His hands reach out to pull you back, but your harsh glare causes him to stop.

“Don't.” It's a simple warning, one that Volt shouldn't have any problems following.

Volt's hands retract to his sides as you crawl, on all fours, towards Eddie. You let your head hit a nearby pillow before Eddie lays down next to you. You don't have to ask him to help you - your expectant gaze tells him everything that he needs to do.

His hands wander your body for a moment before his fingers begin to circle your hole. A small whimper falls from your lips as you curl into him.

“You don't want Volt to do this?” Eddie questions you before letting one finger slide inside of you.

You moan at the feeling of something inside of you as your hole clenches around him.

“Volt didn't ask.” You shrug as you hear Volt groan in the background.

Eddie continues to pump his finger in and out of you, stretching you out in preparation.

“I think there's another reason.” Eddie's voice drops half an octave before he adds another finger.

“Fuck,” You cry out in pleaure, “okay, I like it when your fingers are inside of me.”

“Because?”

Your head drops for a moment as the answer freely tumbles from your mouth.

“Because I watch you pour drinks and fix things all night, and sometimes, the only thing I can think about is how your fingers would stretch me out.”

A low chuckle emerges from his chest, and you can feel the vibration against your spine.

“Is that what you think about when you're staring off into space?”

“Stop teasing.”

You bite your tongue, hard, as Eddie adds a third finger inside of you. The metallic taste of blood enters your mouth, but you quickly swallow it as a wave of pleasure runs down your body.

You attempt to grind against him, but his other hand catches you before you can make contact with his clothes.

“Volt.” Eddie reminds you as his fingers freely swirl around in your hole.

“Volt,” You quietly repeat before your eyes widen, “Volt!”

You quickly sit up before quietly whimpering - the action has caused Eddie's fingers to reach even deeper inside of you.

“I'm almost offended you forgot about me, live wire,” Volt rests his arms against the bed, leaning back at just the right angle so you can admire every part of him, “but I know how addicting our Eddie can be.”

This is starting to feel less and less like a lesson for Volt, and more like a punishment for yourself as you ache with want.

Eddie pulls you into his arms before you can reach out to Volt, and Eddie carefully repositions your legs so Volt can see you on full display.

You whine at the momentary loss of his fingers, but you're not left empty for long as three fingers are sunk back into your hole.

You chant Eddie's name in a repetitive chorus as the lights above you begin to flicker.

“Eddie.” Volt's eyes flicker along with the lights as you feel yourself clench around Eddie's fingers again.

“Ask, Volt, and they're all yours.” Eddie's arm wraps around your waist before a soft kiss is placed on your scalp.

“May I please have our live wire so I can indulge them?” Volt's teeth are gritted as the lights begin to flash faster.

“Wasn't that hard, was it?” Eddie chuckles as his fingers leave you.

He offers his hand to Volt, who happily cleans Eddie's fingers off with his mouth, before turning to you.

“Think you can stand?”

“No.” You breathily answer - your legs feel like jelly and you haven't even attempted to move them.

“Here.” Eddie easily lifts you by the waist before helping you straddle Volt. “Better?”

You can barely let out a whisper.

“Thank you.”

With a kiss to your temple, Eddie lets you go so you can align yourself with Volt.

“You don't want to-” You hesitate as Volt wraps an arm around your back.

“I think we wore him out, spark.” Volt quickly answers, but you don't move until Eddie gives you a sharp nod. “Talk to him in the morning and he might let you ride him.”

“Worry about yourself, Volt.” Eddie says as a beautiful shade of red appears on your face.

Eddie's right - Volt should worry about himself as you slowly sink down on his dick.

A fluttery feeling fills your chest as Volt stretches you out. You don't feel like you can move - you feel so full of him.

You and Volt both moan at the same time as you clench around him. Your forehead comes to rest against his as his free hand gently combs through your hair.

“Spark, breathe,” Volt reminds you before you take quick, short breaths of air, “And only move when you're ready to.”

You don't know how you can think, let alone manage to move yourself forward so you can finally get some relief.

You feel another hand rest on the middle of your back, calloused hands massaging the tense muscles in your back.

Eddie!

“We're right here, live wire. If you need any help-”

“-just ask.” Your voice can barely be heard above the ringing in your ears, but your lovers can hear you well enough, “I know.”

Your lower half finally manages to regain some feeling after a few more moments, and you tentatively rock your hips forward to help relieve the ache in your core.

Volt throws his head back as a breathy chuckle escapes him.

“You feel amazing around me, live wire.”

You whimper at his praise as you move again. This time, Volt seems to go deeper inside of you, and you cry out in pleasure.

“Just like that, spark, you're doing so well-”

You can't hide the moan that escapes you - it's loud and unapologetic and could probably be heard by every other object in the house.

“I-I like it when you-” You can't speak - the only thought in your mind is telling you to keep moving and keep riding until you both see stars.

“We know,” Volt gently shushes you before continuing on, “and you don't have to ask for that. We'll always worship and praise you, live wire.”

You babble in response, which causes both of them to laugh.

“And I'm the desperate and needy one.” Eddie lifts an eyebrow as Volt shakes his head.

“I said that both of you were desperate and needy,” He says before studying you, “but I'm starting to think that our live wire is more desperate than you are.”

You can barely keep track of their conversation as you set a slow, shaky pace for yourself. You don't want to tire yourself out, but your building orgasm can't be put off for much longer.

You feel a bit of worry crawl into your head - are you going too slow for Volt? what if you're not doing this right? - but the thoughts escape your mind as Volt softly kisses you.

“You're supposed to be relaxing, spark.”

“I-I am.” You stutter, but your hips continue to move on their own.

“You're still worried about something. Focus on me, on us.” Volt groans when your hole clenches around him.

“I can barely focus with you two around.” You quietly admit as Eddie's hands slowly begin to massage your back. “Eddie…”

“You’re tense.” He curtly says as he applies pressure in all of the right spots.

You don’t say another word - you just let the world fall away as your climax slowly builds and builds. It isn’t as fast or intense as the others, but it threatens to consume you as a whole.

You feel like putty in their hands, to be shaped and molded as needed, but only to your benefit. Your hips stutter for a moment as you reach the precipice of pleasure.

A sharp cry comes from your mouth that’s louder than any other noise you’ve made tonight, and you completely collapse against someone. It feels like nothing and everything is around you, all at once. Hands gently push and pull at your flesh, but you feel like nothing more than a bag of flesh, blood, and bones as your orgasm passes over you.

You register the softness of the bed beneath your body as someone’s hands massage your scalp. Another hand gently pries your legs apart, which causes you to softly whimper.

“Not like that, live wire. I’m just cleaning you up.” Eddie’s voice carries over the buzzing in your ears.

You sigh in contentment.

“Feeling relaxed?” Volt asks as his hands play with your hair.

A warm smile spreads across your face.

“Very.”

Both of your lovers laugh at your carefree response.

You feel something wet clean up the mess between your legs - a washcloth, perhaps?

Not that it matters. You’re more focused on regaining control of your senses. They slowly come back to you, one-by-one: your hand feels the bedsheets, your tongue tastes the sweat in the air, your nose catches the faintest whiff of whiskey that’s been left out, your ears hear the distinct electric hum in the background, and your eyes slowly refocus as you slowly come back down from your high.

“How are you feeling, live wire?” Volt looks directly into your eyes with a softness that’s only reserved for moments like this.

“Good,” You lift your head from Volt’s lap, “but I may be a little sore in the morning.”

“Then it’s a good thing that we’re both very talented with our hands.”

The insinuation makes you and Eddie groan.

“Not like that, you two.” Volt gently scolds you as Eddie finishes wiping up the mix of fluids between your legs. “I meant a massage.”

“Sure you did,” Eddie rolls his eyes before looking at you, “can you stand?”

“I can try, but no promises.” Your legs still feel tender, but you scoot to the edge of the bed and slowly stand up. You’re not as off-balance as you thought you would be, but your legs wobble more than you would like them too.

Eddie’s hand reaches for your waist before you can even think to fall back onto the bed. He wraps his arm around you as the two of you make your way to the bathroom.

The bathroom light flickers on as Eddie lifts you up and sets you on the edge of the sink. His eyes scan your body for any trace of injuries, but you notice that his gaze lingers on your hand.

“Eddie, it was an accident-”

“-you could’ve been seriously hurt-”

“-I know, but I’m fine.” You let your hands gently play with his hair. “You didn’t mean to hurt me, did you?”

“...No.”

“Then we’re all good.” You lean forward to press a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. “Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“I’m not-” He tries to protest, but you shake your head.

“I know how you are,” You say, “so don’t try to say otherwise.”

The two of you stay in comfortable silence as he finishes his inspection of you.

“At least let me put an ice pack on your hand. It’ll help with the bruising.” Eddie insists, and you know he won’t let you go without some sort of aid.

“Fine.” You relent, allowing him to leave the bathroom with one final kiss to your lips.

Your legs freely swing in the air before Eddie returns with a change of clothes for you. Your heartbeat quickens at the sight - you don’t remember leaving any clothes here on purpose.

He notices your confusion, which causes a warm flush to rush onto his face as he practically shoves the clothes into your arms.

Oh, Eddison Watts: the only man known to be flustered over clothing while in close proximity to his naked partner.

“You left them here a few days ago. I wanted to make sure they got back to you,” He pauses for a moment before quietly adding, “I washed them too.”

“Thank you, Eddie.” You pull the clothes to your chest before sliding off of the bathroom sink.

“I’ll give you some time to change, or whatever.” He sputters out a response before escaping the bathroom.

He’s so cute when he’s flustered.

You take the time to change into the sleepwear that you left in the loft, plus a bit of time to relieve yourself and do any self-maintence that may be too embarrassing to ask of your lovers for now.

Once you’ve fully refreshed yourself, you exit the bathroom to find Volt changing the sheets on the bed. Not wishing to disrupt him, you sneak into the kitchen area to grab three drinking glasses that you can fill up with water.

You’re able to fill two of the three glasses before a pair of hands land on your hips.

“Live wire, you’re our guest.” Volt says before snatching the empty glass from your hands.

“And I’m your partner.” You retort as you stick your hand out expectantly. “I can take care of you and Eddie just as well as you two take care of me. Now hand it over.”

Volt holds it just out of reach of your hands.

“You could say please, at least?”

“Fine.” You scoff before sticking out your lip. “Please, honey?”

“Good spark.” He lightly pets your head before handing you back the glass.

“Thank you, Volt.” You add before he teases you about that too.

“You’re welcome, live wire. Hungry?”

Still in host mode, he grabs the two full glasses and walks away as you fill the third.

“Maybe later. I just want some water.” You grab your glass before joining a half-awake Eddie in bed. “You alright, lover?”

“Tired.” His eyes are half-lidded, and you softly laugh before taking a sip of water.

“You did drink some water, right?” Your eyes look towards the half-full glass on the nightstand next to the bed.

“Yes, live wire, I did,” He huffs before smiling to himself, “stop worrying. You sound just like me.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” You tease as your hand runs up and down his naked chest.

“One Eddie is more than enough for me.” Volt sits on the other side of you before his hand comes to rest on your hip. “You’re perfect just the way you are, live wire.”

Eddie hums in agreement as one of his hands comes to rest on your thigh. He lightly squeezes the flesh before tracing random patterns into your skin. You lean your head on Volt’s shoulder, and time slowly slips by as the water in your glass disappears sip-by-sip.

Eddie falls asleep first, curled up by your side with a death grip on your thighs. A small yawn escapes your lips, and after you blink away the sleepiness in your eyes, the empty glass of water is pulled out of your hands.

“Volt?”

“Rest, my sweet spark. I’ll watch over you two.” Volt pulls you in for a warm kiss before another yawn comes from you.

You stretch for a moment before turning to face Eddie.

“Goodnight.” You quietly whisper before brushing some hair away from his face.

You place a small kiss on his cheek before pulling the covers over your body. Before your head hits the pillow, you hear Eddie mutter in his sleep.

“Night… love you.”

He’d be mortified if you made a big deal out of his confession, so you choose to ignore your rapidly beating heart.

“I love you,” You quietly say before turning to Volt, “both of you.”

“We love you too, live wire.”

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Breaker Box Boys (Eddie & Volt from Date Everything!)