Wired For Pleasure

by ClownCar420

Summary:

Eddie’s head lolled against his shoulder, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and glazed with lingering pleasure and post-shock haze. He whimpered softly, weak and pliant, fingers barely able to curl around Volt’s forearm. “V… Volt…” he rasped, voice thick and disoriented. “I… can’t…”

“I know, Live Wire,” Volt murmured, pressing a reassuring kiss to the top of Eddie’s head, the tip of his nose brushing over the hair frizzed from static. “I’ve got you. Just a little further… we’ll get you cleaned up, alright?”

Notes:

Hnnn, they're married your honour.

Okay, the bodily functions tag is only there as a precaution, I held back from writing Omo as much as I wanted to write it we'll write a Jèan Loo fic soon because god.. we need that man like a human needs air.

But eh, anyway, for the "bodily functions" its for a precaution as well you get an electric shock in your most sensitive places the body's bound to react y’know? Let's just say the guys get slightly messy, or well— Eddie does.

But it's like only mentioned in like a line or two so you'll be fine. Volt just teases him.

Anyway,
Hope you enjoy because we did, even if we had to write half the tags ourself because apparently they aren't tags yet. Why isn't electricity play a tag?
–Eddie

The Breaker Box was always quieter after closing, but not dead. It had its own after-hours heartbeat, the hum of the old refrigerator behind the counter, the faint ringing in the ears left over from a night of loud music, the slow shuffle of boots and scuff of cases as the last band made their way out.

 

Miranda and The Migas were still laughing as they filed through the front door, the sound of bass cases thudding gently against the worn metal floor. Someone cracked a joke about their encore being too short, and Miranda’s voice rose above the rest, smoky and sweet, as she tossed a wave toward Eddie. “We’ll see you next Friday, sweetheart. Don’t drink all the good stuff before then.”

 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Eddie called back, half-smiling as he wiped down the stretch of mahogany bar. The lights here never glared; they lived in amber, warm pools bleeding into deep shadow, catching in the swirls of dust still hanging in the air from the load-out. The neon beer sign in the far corner flickered twice, like it was settling in for its own sleep.

 

Volt was leaning against the far end of the counter, all long lines and quiet observation, one boot hooked on the brass footrail. He’d been there for the last hour, not exactly watching Eddie but not exactly not watching, either. 

 

The space between them held a casual familiarity, one born of nights like this; after the crowd had been swept out and the music had faded, when there was room for softer conversations and the kind of eye contact you couldn’t risk with a full house.

 

Eddie slid the whisky sour across the polished wood, letting the glass spin once under his palm before stopping right in front of Volt’s waiting hand. The drink’s golden body shifted with the motion, froth clinging to the rim like the memory of a storm.

 

“You’ve been on fire tonight,” Volt said, taking a slow sip. “Efficient. Charming. Barely even snarled at the customers.”

 

Eddie snorted, dragging the rag across the same spot on the bar even though it was already clean. “Don’t start.”

 

“I’m serious,” Volt pressed, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “You had that table of guests eating out of your hand.”

 

“Yeah, well, they tip better when you smile,” Eddie muttered. His voice was gruff, but the way his ears warmed under the praise gave him away. He hated how easy it was for Volt’s words to find their way under his skin, hated it almost as much as he secretly enjoyed it.

 

Volt didn’t let up. “And that pour on the Old Fashioned earlier? Perfect. You even made me jealous.”

 

“You? Jealous?” Eddie arched an eyebrow, finally meeting his gaze. Volt’s eyes caught the low light and held it like banked coals, steady and unblinking.

 

“Of course,” Volt said. “I like being the most competent person in the room.”

 

Eddie laughed, low and short. “Then you’ve been slacking lately.”

 

There was a pause, the air between them thickening but not uncomfortably so. Volt set his glass down, fingers tapping against the condensation ring it left behind. “You’re deflecting again.”

 

“That’s my specialty,” Eddie replied, reaching for the pack of cigarettes tucked into his shirt pocket. The paper crinkled in the quiet. He tapped one free, holding it between his fingers like a lazy promise.

 

Volt watched him without moving, his expression caught somewhere between fondness and exasperation.

 

Eddie, of course, played it up. A flick of his wrist brought a crackle of blue-white electricity to life between his fingertips the bright, stinging thread that hummed in the dim. The paper caught instantly, curling black at the edge before blooming into a steady ember.

 

“Show-off,” Volt said, the unimpressed tone as familiar as the sound of the ice machine kicking on.

 

Eddie took a drag, slow enough for the tip to flare red-orange, then leaned over the bar just far enough to exhale the smoke directly toward Volt. It coiled in the space between them, warm and heavy before the ceiling fan caught it.

 

Volt didn’t flinch. He just gave him that look, the one that said he wasn’t buying the bravado for a second.

 

Eddie rolled his eyes, leaning back against the counter, one elbow propped casually while the other hand rested near the ashtray. The faint taste of tobacco and whiskey lingered in his mouth, pairing with the worn sweetness of the night’s last hour.

 

Beyond the front windows, the house outside was mostly empty, just the occasional glint of folks leaving back to their stations. Somewhere down the hallway, a bottle clinked against carpet and rolled away, its echo muffled by distance.

 

Inside, the bar felt smaller now, the walls closer in the way they always did when it was just them. The tables were empty, chairs pushed in haphazardly, the floor still marked with rings from sweating beer bottles. Eddie could hear the faint creak of the old wood under Volt’s boots as he shifted his weight.

 

“You ever think about not doing that?” Volt asked after a moment, gesturing with his chin toward Eddie’s sparking hand.

 

“What, lighting my smokes with a match like some ordinary guy?” Eddie took another pull and let the smoke out through his nose this time. “Boring.”

 

“It’s not boring. It’s—” Volt stopped, considering. “Less likely to blow your fingers off.”

 

Eddie grinned, sharp and unbothered. “You worry too much.”

 

“You don’t worry enough,” Volt shot back, but his tone lacked heat. If anything, it carried that same underlying warmth that matched the glow of the lights above them, the kind that made Eddie’s chest feel too tight and too loose at the same time.

 

The jukebox in the corner clicked faintly, its lights dimming into standby. The bar smelled faintly of citrus from the day’s garnishes, cut with the deeper scents of old varnish and spilled beer ground into the floor.

 

Volt picked up his glass again, holding it loosely in one hand. “So, what happens when I run out of compliments to throw at you?”

 

“You’re assuming I’d notice,” Eddie replied, though the smirk tugging at his mouth betrayed him.

 

“Oh, you’d notice,” Volt said. His voice was quiet now, matching the hour. “You’d miss them.”

 

Eddie didn’t answer right away. He flicked ash into the tray, watching it crumble, and felt the weight of Volt’s gaze like the slow spread of heat across his skin.

 

Somewhere deep in the bar’s bones, the refrigeration unit kicked on again, a low vibration that hummed under their conversation. Eddie could feel it through the soles of his boots, grounding him in the moment.

 

“You’re probably right,” he admitted finally, voice softer than he meant it to be.

 

Volt smiled at that; small, but real— and raised his glass in a slow salute before finishing the last sip.

 

They didn’t say much after that. Eddie smoked in silence, the occasional flicker of electricity sparking at his fingertips more out of habit than show. Volt lingered, elbows on the bar, eyes tracing the lines of Eddie’s movements like they were studying a song they already knew by heart.

 

When the last ash was tapped away and the whisky glasses sat empty, the night felt like it could stretch forever; two figures in the amber half-light, the air still warm from all the things neither of them had quite said.

 

The Breaker Box had gone still in that way only empty bars could, silent, but not without sound. 

 

The hum of the fridge under the counter was a low, constant presence. The neon beer sign in the far corner flickered once, a lazy, dying heartbeat in blue. The smell in the air was layered: the bright tang of sliced citrus from earlier, the dark varnish of the bar’s wood, the faint sweet burn of whiskey, and the tobacco Eddie had been smoking all night.

 

Volt was leaning against the bar like he had nowhere else in the world to be. One elbow braced, the other hand idly circling his glass. His eyes tracked Eddie the way lightning followed the path of least resistance; direct, certain, inevitable.

 

“You’ve been impossible tonight,” Volt said, his tone rich with that teasing warmth that always left Eddie’s chest too tight. “Effortless. Charming. Dangerous.”

 

Eddie exhaled smoke toward the ceiling fan. “And you’ve been talking too much.”

 

Volt grinned. “You love it.”

 

The cigarette burned low between Eddie’s fingers. The ember glowed steady, a soft point of heat that pulsed faintly with every movement of his hand. He drew in a final lungful, the paper crackling faintly, the smoke biting at the back of his throat. He tasted the faint ghost of the whiskey he’d been sipping earlier, its warmth curling over the sharper edge of the tobacco.

 

Volt leaned just a little closer, his voice dropping. “You know you can’t ignore me.”

 

Eddie didn’t even think about answering. He didn’t need to.

 

He moved— slow, deliberate, every motion drawn out like he was wading through something thicker than air. His left hand found the bar, fingers splayed against the smooth, warm wood. His right hand, still holding the cigarette, hovered over the ashtray. The ember wavered, a faint trail of smoke curling upward.

 

Then he reached, fingers sinking into Volt’s hair. It was thick and alive under his touch, strands catching against his knuckles, clinging with a static hum that prickled over his skin. It wasn’t just texture, it was sensation. Every shift of his grip drew faint, electric kisses along his fingers.

 

Volt’s breath caught just slightly, but his eyes didn’t waver.

 

Eddie leaned over the bar, the warm air between them shrinking until there was nothing left.

 

When their mouths met, it wasn’t sudden. It was inevitable.

 

Eddie’s lips pressed to Volt’s, warm and firm, the faint drag of stubble catching where they touched. The smoke he’d been holding spilled forward immediately, curling over Volt’s lips before slipping past into his mouth.

 

Volt inhaled it, slow and deep, the heat and taste filling him before his exhale pushed it right back into Eddie’s lungs. The smoke hung between them, traded breath for breath, until it became impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

 

Eddie’s grip tightened in Volt’s hair, pulling him forward, angling his head. Volt’s free hand came up, fingers wrapping around Eddie’s wrist; steady, anchoring. The kiss deepened, their mouths opening, tongues brushing in slow, deliberate movements. 

 

Every shift carried taste: smoke, whiskey, the faint salt of skin.

 

The static in Volt’s hair flared under Eddie’s fingers, faint crackles sparking against his knuckles. The sensation shot down his arm, sharp but not unpleasant, a reminder that Volt wasn’t just warmth— he was current. Eddie dragged his hand slowly through those strands, feeling every tangle, every brush of electricity.

 

The cigarette finally slipped from between Eddie’s fingers, the ember dropping into the ashtray with a faint hiss. Neither of them noticed.

 

Volt tilted his head, lips parting wider, the kiss breaking for half a breath; just long enough for a ribbon of smoke to spill into the air between them before Eddie caught his mouth again. The kiss was slower now, but deeper, more intentional. The heat of it spread outward, warming their cheeks, their ears, the spaces between their bodies.

 

Their breathing shifted; shorter, sharper, punctuating each movement. Volt’s other hand slid up to cup the side of Eddie’s neck, fingers pressing lightly into the warm skin just under his ear. Eddie felt the pressure, the pulse there, the grounding weight of it.

 

The sounds were small but loud in the empty bar: the faint wetness of their mouths parting and meeting again, the quiet creak of wood under Volt’s shifting weight, the rustle of clothes when Eddie leaned further over the counter.

 

Possession threaded through every movement. Eddie’s mouth claimed and coaxed in equal measure, lips moving in a rhythm that said mine without needing the word. Volt responded with equal want, matching him, letting Eddie lead but never surrendering entirely, each answering pull of his lips a reminder that he could just as easily take.

 

The static in Volt’s hair prickled against Eddie’s palm again, and for a heartbeat it was like kissing with electricity on the tongue— not enough to hurt, just enough to taste.

 

When they finally slowed, they didn’t separate completely. Their mouths lingered, brushing, breaths still shared. The smoke’s taste clung stubbornly between them, faint but present, layered with the warmth of their mingled exhale.

 

Eddie kept his forehead pressed to Volt’s, his thumb sliding along the sharp line of his jaw. The air between them was warm and damp from their breath, the space so small that even a whisper would’ve felt too loud.

 

Volt’s eyes half-lidded, his mouth curved in that slow, dangerous smile. “That was one way to shut me up.”

 

Eddie’s lips ghosted against his in answer, the faintest pressure, just enough to keep the connection. “Worked, didn’t it?”

 

Volt’s fingers tightened at the back of his neck. “You’ll have to do it again to be sure.”

 

The next kiss came just as slow.

And it lasted just as long.

 

The Breaker Box had gone quieter in the wake of closing. The last clink of glass had long since faded, and the air was thick with the mingled scents and intensity. The lights were warm and low, making the polished wood glow like honey.

 

Volt hadn’t moved from his place at the end of the bar. He never did, not when Eddie was behind it. He leaned with one forearm resting easy on the wood, the other hand loose around his glass, his eyes fixed with that steady, heated calm that said he was thinking a dozen things Eddie probably didn’t want to hear out loud.

 

“You know,” Volt said, breaking the quiet, “if you keep this up, I’m going to have to get creative.”

 

Eddie didn’t look up from where he was wiping down a stretch of counter. “You’re already too creative.”

 

He smiled, slow and deliberate, like a storm cloud deciding whether to break. “Then maybe I’ll just keep telling you how good you look tonight until you admit you like it.”

 

“Not going to happen.” Eddie dropped the rag, picked up his cigarette from the ashtray, and leaned back against the bar.

 

Volt tilted his head, eyes dropping briefly to Eddie’s mouth as he took a slow drag. “I like the challenge.”

 

That was all Eddie needed to hear. He crossed the space between them in a few measured steps, planting one palm flat on the bar as he leaned across. His free hand rose, fingers tangling into Volt’s hair once more, thick, static-charged, each strand crackling faintly under his touch. Volt didn’t flinch, didn’t move back. He just watched him with a faint smirk, waiting for the next move.

 

Eddie kissed him once more; firm and certain, mouth tasting faintly of smoke and whiskey. Volt’s lips curved against his, amused even as they parted to let Eddie in. The kiss was slow at first, exploratory, but there was no mistaking the current underneath it. Eddie exhaled smoke into his mouth, and Volt took it in with a quiet, satisfied hum before answering with a deeper pull of his lips.

 

“Still think I talk too much?” Volt murmured when they broke just enough to breathe.

 

“Yes,” Eddie said, and kissed him again.

 

The next kiss was longer, their mouths opening fully, tongues brushing with unhurried precision. Eddie’s hand tightened in Volt’s hair, pulling him closer, and Volt answered by sliding his hand over his wrist, fingers warm against his skin. The static prickled sharper now, crawling up his arm in pleasant little bites.

 

Volt’s other hand found its way to the side of his waist, fingers sliding under the hem of his shirt to touch skin. Eddie hissed softly at the contact, more from the jolt of heat than surprise.

 

“Cold hands,” He muttered against his mouth.

 

“Not for long,” Volt replied, and his palm spread across his side, thumb dragging slow circles against his ribs.

 

The kiss deepened again, and the teasing gave way to something heavier. Eddie leaned further over the bar until there was barely any space between their bodies, only the edge of the counter keeping them apart. Volt’s hand wandered higher, fingertips brushing along Eddie’s spine, the faint static sparking where skin met skin.

 

Every touch felt amplified; the drag of stubble along their jaws, the catch of breath when their lips broke apart only to meet again harder. Eddie’s mouth tasted faintly of burnt tobacco; Volt’s carried the ghost of his drink, sweet and spiced.

 

Volt nipped at Eddie’s lower lip, a sharp little sting softened instantly by his tongue. Eddie’s grip in his hair tightened in retaliation, pulling his head back just enough to kiss along the curve of his jaw, then down to the hinge beneath his ear. Volt’s laugh was low and quiet, breath warm against Eddie’s cheek.

 

“You’re getting carried away,” Volt murmured.

 

Eddie pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. “And whose fault is that?”

 

“Mine,” Volt said without hesitation, grinning, before pulling him back in.

 

Their mouths met again, harder this time. Volt shifted forward until his chest was pressed to the bar, bringing them as close as the counter would allow. His hand slid lower along Eddie’s back, tracing the line of his spine before resting at his hip, gripping just firmly enough to make Eddie’s breath catch.

 

The air between them seemed to crackle, not just metaphorically. Little threads of static leapt faintly from Volt’s hair into Eddie’s fingertips, the sparks dancing up his arm and pooling low in his abdomen. The sensation was mirrored in the kiss; every pull and press felt sharper, every shift carrying a faint hum just beneath the surface.

 

Eddie’s other hand came up, cupping Volt’s jaw, thumb brushing along his cheekbone as if to steady him even as the kiss kept stealing their breath. Volt’s lips curved again, but this time it wasn’t amusement, it was hunger.

 

The kisses turned messier, less measured, the teasing slipping into urgency. Volt’s fingers curled into the waistband of his jeans, tugging him forward. Eddie answered with a low hum and pressed back in, claiming his mouth with a slow, thorough sweep of his tongue.

 

“You’re insufferable,” He muttered when they broke apart for air.

 

“You love it,” Volt said again, voice lower now, like the words were meant only for him.

 

Eddie kissed him instead of answering.

 

The bar creaked faintly beneath them as Eddie leaned his full weight forward, bracing himself with one hand still tangled in Volt’s hair. The other's palm pressed flat to his back now, holding him there, not letting him retreat. The static between them had built to a steady, pleasant thrum, like being held inside the eye of a storm.

 

Volt’s hand wandered again, up over Eddie’s shoulder blade, down the slope of his back, fingertips dragging just enough to leave a tingling trail behind. Eddie’s breath hitched at the touch, and Volt caught it instantly with his mouth, pulling him into another deep, lingering kiss.

 

The warmth between them was dizzying now, the air heavy with shared breath and the fading ghost of smoke. Every press of lips and slide of fingers carried that same electric promise, an unspoken agreement that neither of them was willing to end this just yet.

 

When they finally slowed, it wasn’t because the heat had burned out, it was because they both needed to breathe. Eddie rested his forehead against Volt’s, their mouths still brushing with every wordless exhale.

 

Volt smiled against him, his voice a low hum. “Still think I’m talking too much?”

 

Eddie's mouth curved, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “If you start again, I’ll have to shut you up the same way.”

 

“Good,” He said. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

 

Volt stood close, close enough that Eddie could feel the low vibration of energy rolling off him. His eyes weren’t on Eddie’s face this time, they were fixed lower, lingering at the line of his collar.

 

“Interesting choice tonight,” Volt murmured, voice a slow coil.

 

Eddie glanced down briefly. The rust-coloured wires lay over his chest like a layered set of necklaces, each loop and twist catching faintly in the light. Decorative, sure— but functional if he wanted them to be.

 

“Didn’t wear them for you,” Eddie said, leaning back against the bar.

 

“Mm.” He stepped closer, one hand coming up; slow, deliberate, until his fingers brushed against the topmost coil. The contact was light at first, fingertips grazing the insulated surface like he was mapping each loop. Eddie felt the faint pull of static run along the path of the wire and into his skin, a shiver tracing his spine.

 

Volt’s smile was small but knowing. He slid his palm flat over Eddie’s chest, following the wire down until he found the spot where several loops crossed. His thumb hooked under one, curling around it.

 

“You really shouldn’t make things so easy for me.”

 

Before Eddie could reply, Volt tugged.

 

The pull wasn’t violent, but it was certain, and it made Eddie stumble forward. His hip hit the edge of the bar with a dull *thunk*, the glasses stored beneath clinking together from the impact. The sound was sharp in the quiet room, the kind of sound that made the moment feel even more precarious.

 

Eddie steadied himself, shooting Volt a glare. “You trying to break something?”

 

“Just testing something,” Volt said lightly, fingers still curled around the wire. “Behave.”

 

That earned him a laugh— short and sharp. “You’re kidding. Me? Behave? That’s like asking for more wishes from a genie.”

 

Volt tugged again, just enough to make the wire press snug against Eddie’s chest. “Then maybe I should find a better way to get your attention.”

 

“You already have it,” Eddie shot back, his grin edging into something cocky.

 

Volt’s eyes narrowed in amusement. “Oh, I know. But I think I can keep it… more focused.”

 

He gave the wire a firmer pull. Eddie’s breath caught; not from pain, but from the way the movement tightened everything, the way it grounded him in the heat between them. The insulated strands didn’t cut into him, but they shifted against skin in a way that was unignorable.

 

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Eddie asked, though there was a faint hitch in his voice now.

 

Volt tilted his head. “No. But I like watching you pretend it doesn’t affect you.”

 

He stepped in closer, until there was barely any space left, his other hand sliding up to rest against the side of Eddie’s neck. The wire in his grip stayed taut, every movement making Eddie hyper-aware of the contact.

 

“You really think you can get me to—” Eddie started, but the words caught in his throat when Volt pulled harder.

 

The tension in the wire sent a faint, tingling vibration through it, static sparked faintly at the point where it met Eddie’s skin. It wasn’t painful, but it was sharp, intimate, and entirely deliberate. Eddie’s jaw tightened, his smirk faltering just slightly.

 

Volt noticed instantly. His smile deepened. “There it is.”

 

“You’re—” Eddie tried, but his voice was quieter now.

 

“Careful,” He murmured, leaning in until his mouth was right at his ear. “Or I’ll make you mean that apology I know you’ll never give.”

 

Eddie scoffed, but the sound was weaker than before. “You’d have to try harder than—”

 

Another tug. Harder this time, pulling him forward enough that he had to brace himself against Volt’s chest to keep from stumbling again. The bar pressed into his lower back now, pinning him in place between it and Volt’s body.

 

The heat of his hand against his neck paired with the unyielding pull on the wires made Eddie’s breath stutter. His bravado wavered under the steady, deliberate control.

 

Volt’s thumb stroked idly along the side of his throat, as if to ground him. “You can keep fighting it if you want,” he said softly, “but we both know how this ends.”

 

Eddie’s smirk flickered again, but his eyes betrayed the flush beginning to rise in his cheeks. “I don’t—”

 

“You do,” Volt interrupted, his voice low and electric. He gave the wire another slow, controlled pull, not enough to jolt, but enough to keep Eddie’s body attuned to every movement.

 

The tension wound tighter inside him, not just in the wire but in the way Volt’s presence seemed to fill all the space around him. The heat, the static, the deliberate patience— it pressed in until Eddie’s defiance started to melt into something quieter.

 

Volt’s fingers at his neck shifted, tilting his chin just slightly. “Better,” he murmured. “You look good like this.”

 

Eddie let out a slow breath, the last of his argument dissolving. “You’re… insufferable.”

 

“And you’re finally listening.”

 

His grip on the wire loosened just enough to keep him in place without pulling. His hand slid from Eddie’s neck to his jaw, thumb brushing along his cheekbone. The touch was almost gentle; contrasting with the steady, anchored hold the wire still kept over him.

 

Eddie’s shoulders relaxed despite himself, the flush in his cheeks deepening. His eyes dropped for a second before meeting his again.

 

“There it is,” Volt said quietly, satisfaction threading his voice. “Knew you’d get there eventually.”

 

“Don’t get used to it,” Eddie muttered, though it lacked bite.

 

Volt’s grin was slow and knowing. “Too late.”

 

He leaned in, the faint hum of static brushing over Eddie’s skin as their lips met; soft at first, almost coaxing, before deepening with the same control he’d held over the wires. The kiss carried the same promise: deliberate, unhurried, and completely certain of the outcome.

 

Eddie kissed him back without hesitation now, the fight gone from his movements, replaced with something warmer, something that felt dangerously close to surrender. The wire between them lay still, but its presence was undeniable, a reminder of exactly how easily Volt had reeled him in.

 

When they finally broke apart, Volt let the wire slip free from his fingers, the loops falling back into place against Eddie’s chest.

 

“You’re impossible,” Eddie said, his voice low, still catching on his breath.

 

Volt’s smirk curved again. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

 

As the wire slipped from Volt’s fingers for only a second, just long enough for Eddie to think maybe he’d been released, before those same fingers caught another loop lower down, hooking in with practiced ease. The tug was smoother this time, more of a draw than a yank, pulling Eddie fractionally closer like a fisherman reeling in a stubborn catch.

 

“You think letting go means I’m done?” Volt murmured against his mouth, the faint brush of the words warming Eddie’s lips. “You should know better by now.”

 

Eddie made a sound; half scoff, half breath, and leaned in just far enough to brush his lips against Volt’s in a ghost of a kiss, cigarette-bitter and whiskey-warm. “Maybe I was hoping you’d learned how to quit.”

 

Volt’s grin was sharp. “Not a chance.”

 

The next pull was deliberate, dragging him flush against him. The sudden closeness made the heat between them spike, and Eddie’s hands, which had been resting on the bar for balance, finally moved— one bracing against Volt’s hip, the other curling into the fabric at his side as if to steady himself.

 

“You’re making a mess of my shirt,” Eddie muttered, though his voice was already fraying at the edges.

 

“Mm, I’ll buy you another one,” Volt said, eyes glinting in the low light. His free hand slid under the open edge of his vest, fingertips skating lightly along his ribs before settling over the rise and fall of his chest.

 

Eddie’s smirk faltered. “That’s not the point.”

 

“Oh, I know,” Volt said, his voice soft with amusement. “The point is you like it.”

 

He gave the wire another slow pull; not hard enough to be jarring, but enough to keep Eddie in that precarious balance between defiance and compliance. The static hummed faintly through the contact, sharp against the heat in his chest.

 

Eddie drew in a slow breath through his nose, his jaw tightening, but the sound that escaped him was almost a laugh. “You’re so sure of yourself.”

 

Volt leaned in until their foreheads touched, the wire still held taut between them. “That’s because I’m right.”

 

Then his mouth was on Eddie’s again— open, warm, and unapologetically deep. The kiss was less coaxing now, more claiming, every movement purposeful. Eddie responded in kind, though his usual sharp edge had dulled into something slower, more drawn-out, as if matching Volt’s pace despite himself.

 

Volt’s grip on the wire never eased. Each shift, each tilt of their heads, made it tighten just slightly, reminding Eddie of exactly where the control sat.

 

When they broke apart for air, Volt’s thumb brushed idly over the pulse at Eddie’s throat. “You’re flushed,” he observed, tone entirely too smug.

 

“Yeah, well,” He said, still catching his breath, “you’re annoying.”

 

Volt laughed quietly, leaning in to press a softer kiss to the corner of his mouth. “And you’re stalling.”

 

Before Eddie could retort, Volt gave the wire a sharper tug. The movement made Eddie stumble that bare inch forward, his chest brushing against Volt’s in a way that sent the whole loop of wire shifting over his skin. The sensation drew a sharp inhale from him, and Volt caught it instantly.

 

“There it is,” He said, almost to himself.

 

Eddie’s fingers flexed against his side, gripping the fabric tighter. “You’re pushing it.”

 

“Good.”

 

The next kiss was rougher, still slow enough to be deliberate, but with a hunger behind it that matched the growing heat in the air. Volt’s hand slid from Eddie’s jaw to the back of his neck, tangling in the short hair there as he deepened the kiss. The static between them seemed to thrum louder, the faint crackle matching the pulse pounding in his ears.

 

Eddie tried to twist just slightly in the hold, not to escape but to regain even the smallest illusion of control. Volt didn’t let him— not entirely. The hand at the back of his neck tightened, the wire in his other hand pulling just enough to keep Eddie’s body angled toward him.

 

“You’re doing that thing,” Volt murmured against his mouth.

 

“What thing?”

 

“That thing where you act like you’re not giving in,” Volt said, brushing his lips along Eddie’s jaw. “When you already have.”

 

Eddie made a low sound in his throat, half protest, half agreement. “You wish.”

 

Volt smiled against his skin. “I don’t wish. I watch.”

 

Another pull, slower this time, almost gentle, but still enough to remind Eddie of the imbalance between them. His breath came heavier now, each exhale carrying the faint taste of smoke from earlier. Volt seemed to savour it, lingering close enough that their breaths mingled before kissing him again, slower this time but deeper, their tongues meeting with the same charge that hummed in the wire.

 

Eddie’s knees brushed the bar behind him, trapping him fully. His free hand finally left Volt’s side to come up between them— not to push him away, but to hook into the collar of his shirt and drag him closer still. The motion made the wire shift again, and Eddie’s breath caught, his smirk fracturing under the sensation.

 

Volt felt it. “Mm. You’re quiet now.”

 

“Shut up,” He said, but it came out softer, almost hoarse.

 

“Not when you look like this.”

 

Volt kissed him again, deep and unhurried, his grip on the wire easing just enough to slide his fingers along its length, tracing the path over his chest before catching another loop higher up. The movement made the rest of the loops shift against his skin, a rolling reminder of every point they touched.

 

Eddie’s eyes half-lidded as Volt’s mouth moved from his lips to the line of his jaw, trailing down to the side of his neck. Each brush of his lips there was paired with a small, teasing tug on the wire, like punctuation marks in a language only the two of them spoke.

 

By the time Volt drew back enough to meet Eddie’s gaze again, his own breathing had grown heavier, though his smirk remained. “You’re mine like this.”

 

Eddie let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Keep dreaming.”

 

Volt didn’t ease up. If anything, he increased the pressure, the tugs on the rust-coloured wires now firm, deliberate, teasing every nerve in Eddie’s chest. Each loop ran along the planes of his skin like a charged current, and Volt’s fingers followed them like he could read every reaction before it even happened.

 

Eddie’s knees bent, unsteady, but Volt caught him, pressing his body flush against his. The bar rattled beneath them, glasses clinking faintly, but neither noticed. Every tug, every graze of his lips along his neck, jaw, or chest was a spark that set Eddie’s nerves alight.

 

“You feel that?” Volt whispered, one hand curling behind Eddie’s neck, the other still pulling on a wire. “All of it. Every little shiver, every gasp… it’s all mine.”

 

Eddie’s breath caught, throat dry, chest rising and falling too fast. His hands had moved from the bar to clutch Volt’s shoulders, digging in as though to anchor himself. The warmth of Volt, the possessive pressure, the teasing pull of the wires— it was too much. And yet it wasn’t pain; it was a fire that ran through him, hot and deep, igniting every nerve ending.

 

Volt’s lips pressed to the hollow of his neck, teasing, sucking gently, while his fingers tightened on the wire loops. Eddie’s hips pressed forward instinctively, knees weak, body flushing under the touch, and Volt murmured low, possessive praises into his skin.

 

“That’s it… my boy,” Volt cooed, voice thick with desire. “Flushed, trembling… all for me. All mine.”

 

Eddie’s head fell back, exposing more of his neck, lips parting in a soft, involuntary moan. The tug on the wires became sharper, more deliberate, and Eddie’s body reacted instantly, shivering and arching into his hand.

 

Volt’s other hand moved down to the small of his back, fingers pressing firmly, guiding him, keeping him tethered, while his lips found his mouth. Eddie’s fingers wound into Volt’s hair, pulling him closer, lips parting further under the onslaught of sensation.

 

“You can’t hide from me,” Volt murmured against his lips, teasing tongue sliding over his, coaxing him to melt further. “Every shiver, every gasp… I feel it. I own it.”

 

Eddie’s body betrayed him completely now. Knees weak, chest heaving, lips swollen from kisses, he let himself be guided, be claimed, be possessed. Volt’s hands roamed expertly, every tug of the wire, every brush of skin, every press of lips orchestrating a storm inside him.

 

The static hum of the wires mingled with the heat between them, every touch igniting him like wildfire. Volt’s hands were relentless but careful, each tug measured, teasing him to the edge of sensation, then pressing further. Eddie’s moans, ragged and unguarded, filled the small space of the bar, punctuated by the soft clink of glasses as he pressed back against the bar instinctively.

 

“You’re mine,” Volt whispered against his ear, voice thick and low, fingers tightening on the wire loops. “Completely. Every part of you… mine.”

 

Eddie could barely form words, body trembling, chest rising and falling, lips parting in helpless surrender. His hands were tangled in Volt’s hair, nails digging lightly into his scalp, holding on as though that alone could tether him against the storm of pleasure and possessive heat coursing through him.

 

Volt tugged one final time, harder, sharper, and he shivered violently, knees bending fully, body weak, lips parting in a soft, broken sound. Volt kissed him then, deep and claiming, tongue sliding over his, drawing every whimper, every gasp, every shiver from him like it was sacred.

 

“You’re perfect,” Volt murmured against his lips, holding him tight, tugging on the wires just enough to make every nerve alive. “Perfect for me… all of you. Mine.”

 

Eddie’s body went slack against him, knees trembling, chest flushed and heaving, lips swollen, and voice barely more than a whisper. “Yours…”

 

“Yes,” Volt breathed, pressing a lingering kiss to his temple, fingers still tangled in hair and wire. “All mine. Good boy…”

 

The bar, the lights, the faint hum of the air— they all faded away. 

 

There was only Volt, only the heat of his body, the possessive tug of his hands, the taste of his lips, the spark of electricity that ran through his chest in perfect sync with the wires. Eddie was spent, trembling, flushed, and utterly surrendered, his mind and body alight with a fire only Volt could kindle.

 

Volt held him there, close, possessive, whispering low praises against his hair and cheek as Eddie’s body slowly came down from the storm, knees weak, chest still rising and falling. Every touch, every tug, every kiss had left a mark—intimate, raw, and wholly theirs.

 

“You did so well,” Volt murmured, voice soft now, full of reverence. “So good… for me.”

 

Eddie could only nod weakly, lips brushing Volt’s shoulder, chest heaving, fingers still tangled in wire and hair. The world had narrowed to this, to the heat and love and possession swirling between them, leaving him flushed, trembling, and utterly, completely Volt’s.

 

The wires hummed under his touch, crackling faintly with electric sparks that danced across Eddie’s skin. 

 

Each spark was both pain and pleasure, a bite of fire that made him gasp, arch, and press closer to Volt.

 

“You’re so delicious like this,” Volt murmured, voice low and commanding, lips brushing the curve of Eddie’s ear. “So flushed, trembling… and every spark you feel? Every little jolt? That’s all mine to give— and yours to take.”

 

Eddie’s head fell back against Volt’s shoulder, chest heaving. He could feel every spark, every quiver traveling through the wires, running across his chest, stomach, and down to his hips. The electricity wasn’t cruel; it was exquisite, teasing, igniting him from the inside out.

 

Volt’s hands weren’t gentle. 

 

They traced the loops of wire along Eddie’s chest, fingers curling around them, tugging, adjusting, pressing with a force that made Eddie stumble slightly into the bar. Glasses rattled beneath them, forgotten, as Eddie’s own body betrayed him, flush spreading across his skin.

 

“You’re trembling,” Volt noted, one hand sliding to the small of his back, pressing him flush against the bar. “You like it when I make you feel everything, don’t you?”

 

Eddie’s lips parted, chest rising and falling too fast. “V-Volt… ah…” The word came out broken, breathy, and entirely uncontrolled. The sparks from the wires licked across him, teasing, taunting, sending jolts through his muscles that made his toes curl and stomach twist.

 

Volt’s grin was low and dangerous as he leaned closer, brushing his lips along Eddie’s jaw, the tip of his tongue tracing a path down the curve of his throat. “Yes… that’s it,” he whispered, tugging sharply on a wire loop. “Feel every spark. Every inch. That’s my boy… giving himself to me.”

 

Eddie’s knees weakened, legs trembling under him, hips pressing forward in instinctive response. His fingers dug into Volt’s arms, clutching, gripping, needing— desperate for the heat, the pressure, the electric bite that ran across his skin. Each spark made him gasp, each tug of the wires making his body twitch and writhe, edging him closer to a release he could barely contain.

 

Volt’s lips found Eddie’s again, kissing him hard, claiming, tongue sliding over his lips as if he were mapping every shiver, every reaction. One hand tangled in his hair, the other pulling on the wires with calculated roughness, electric sparks jumping over his fingers and across Eddie’s skin. The sensation was almost too much: exquisite pain and pleasure intertwined, curling up his spine, gripping his stomach, pooling low between his legs.

 

“Look at you…” Volt murmured against his lips, teeth nipping lightly at the corner of his mouth. “So beautiful, so flushed… all this… all these sparks… making you mine. Making you tremble. Do you feel how close you are?”

 

Eddie could only moan, voice ragged, limbs trembling. His chest heaved, hips rocking involuntarily, clothing doing nothing to hide the heat pooling low in his abdomen. The crackle of electricity from Volt’s fingers on the wires hit him like waves, each pulse closer to breaking him over the edge.

 

“Y-yes…” Eddie gasped, words broken between moans, unable to form anything else as Volt tugged and teased with relentless precision. “Ah… please…”

 

Volt’s grin deepened, possessive and wicked, as he leaned in, pressing his body to his, lips brushing his ear. “Please what, my boy? Tell me. Be good for me. Let me see how much you want this.”

 

Eddie’s hands went slack around his shoulders, body trembling against him. “Let… me… feel… you… oh… ah…” His words dissolved into gasps as another spark ran across his chest, down his arms, and back again, leaving him weak, shivering, desperate.

 

Volt’s hands roamed with intent now, pulling, tugging, pressing. Each motion was rough, yet meticulously controlled, ensuring Eddie could feel every inch of him— every spark, every quiver, every delicious tremor. “That’s it… feel it,” He cooed, lips brushing Eddie’s jaw again, tongue tracing his pulse point. “All of this… all of you… mine to tease, mine to claim.”

 

The sparks danced over Eddie’s chest, stomach, and hips, crackling over his fingers as they gripped the bar for support. Every nerve ending was alight, body quivering, breathing ragged. Volt’s presence was a storm against him, heat, pressure, and electricity all combined. Eddie could feel the edge creeping closer, teasing him, pushing him until his release was inevitable.

 

“Let go for me,” Volt whispered, voice low, possessive. “Give yourself. Every spark, every shiver… it’s all mine, and I’m going to make you feel it. Hard. Beautifully. Mine.”

 

Eddie gasped, body arching involuntarily against Volt’s touch, hips pressing, breath coming in ragged bursts as he tumbled closer to release. The electricity bit deeper, the wires tugged harder, and Volt’s lips, hands, and presence surrounded him entirely.

 

A final, sharp tug sent him over the edge; every spark from the wires, every press of Volt’s hands, every kiss and tease coalescing into a shuddering, trembling climax. Eddie’s knees gave, his body quivering in waves, mouth open in gasps and cries as Volt held him steady, grounding him, claiming every inch of him.

 

Volt’s voice was soft, reverent, possessive as Eddie came down, trembling in his arms. “Good boy… so perfect. So good for me.”

 

His hands didn’t slow, even as Eddie’s body trembled from the first release. One hand moved lower, cupping firmly over his clothed crotch, and Eddie’s eyes widened, a sharp inhale breaking from his lips. 

 

The electricity coursed directly from Volt’s fingers into the most sensitive part of him, biting with a mix of pain and exquisite pleasure that had his whole body arching, toes curling, knees threatening to buckle.

 

The sparks danced up his thighs, over his hips, twisting through his chest, leaving every nerve screaming, alive, trembling. 

 

His release had barely begun when Volt’s direct connection sent him spiralling again— harder, faster, an electric storm concentrated in a single, overwhelming surge. Eddie’s head fell back, mouth open in a ragged gasp, hair standing on end from the sparks dancing over his skin.

 

Every breath became a shudder, every shiver magnified by the continuous pulse of Volt’s touch, the wireplay, the electricity coiling through him. His body jerked against Volt’s hand, hips pressing instinctively, thighs trembling, clothing sticking to him where heat and sweat mixed with the inevitable mess of his release.

 

“Oh— fuck!” Eddie gasped, nails digging into Volt’s arms, gripping, trying to anchor himself as the shocks tore through him again and again. The combination of sharp pain and exquisite pleasure left him gasping, breathless, every nerve ending set aflame, every inch of him electrified.

 

Volt’s grin was dark, teasing, possessive. “Oh, my boy…” he murmured against his ear, voice low and cooing, “you’re so eager, so fragile… look at you, ruining your clothes so easily. You like that, don’t you? My sparks, my hands… making you weak like this.”

 

His body sagged against him, trembling violently, hair frizzing from static, chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven breaths. His release soaked through his clothing, warmth and wetness marking him as completely surrendered, utterly overwhelmed by Volt’s relentless teasing and mastery.

 

Volt’s fingers tightened just slightly over him, sending a final surge of electricity that made him convulse in an electric shiver, hips jerking once more before he collapsed fully against the bar, barely able to stand. His head lolled back against Volt’s shoulder, eyelids fluttering, lips parted and quivering, a soft moan escaping with every ragged inhale.

 

“Look at you,” Volt whispered, voice low and possessive, thumb brushing over his flushed cheek. “So messy, so vulnerable… so perfect for me. Did I make you feel everything? Did my sparks do this to you?”

 

Eddie could only groan, weak, shivering, body sagging, still twitching from residual shocks, unable to form words, fully consumed by the aftershocks of pleasure. His chest rose and fell, soaked in sweat, clothing stained, hair wild, and his body still humming faintly with electricity.

 

Volt laughed softly, dark and affectionate, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to the corner of Eddie’s mouth, fingers brushing over the wetness of his clothes with mock chastisement. “Hmm… you really do ruin your clothes so easily,” he teased, cooing over him as he cupped Eddie again gently, reveling in the messy aftermath. “You’re mine… every spark, every moan, every trembling inch.”

 

Eddie’s weak whine was all the answer Volt needed, lips brushing over his temple, holding him possessively as he hummed with lingering electricity. The sparks slowly ebbed, leaving his body tingling, alive, exhausted, and utterly claimed. Volt’s hand lingered possessively over his chest, wires gently pulsing as if to remind him that every sensation, every climax, every shiver had been orchestrated, controlled, and cherished.

 

“Mine,” Volt whispered again, voice low and teasing, watching Eddie slowly recover, chest heaving, fingers tangled in the wires, hair frizzing from static, clothes ruined, body utterly exposed to his possessive warmth. “Completely… beautifully… mine.”

 

Eddie sagged further against him, body trembling, lips parted, shivering as residual sparks chased along his skin. Volt pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead, holding him steady, cooing and teasing, letting him come down from the most electric, consuming release he had ever known. 

 

The bar around them, the hum of the wires, the faint smell of smoke and sweat— they all melted away, leaving only the heat, possession, and raw intimacy of them.

 

Volt held Eddie gently against the bar, one hand still pressed possessively over his chest, the other resting dangerously close to where he’d just driven him to the edge. His eyes were sharp, dark, and mischievous, a predator and a lover all in one. “Hmm…” Volt murmured, his grin slow and wicked. “Looks like… that little shock I gave you… did more than just make you cum, hm?”

 

Eddie blinked up at him, chest heaving, face flushed, hair wild and standing on end from the lingering static. His lips parted in a dazed, half-loopy grin, still caught somewhere between breathless pleasure and overwhelming disorientation. He tried to wave Volt off, his fingers twitching weakly as if to protest, but the tremble in his limbs betrayed him.

 

“No—no, I’m fine…” he murmured, voice thick and unsteady, but the tremor that ran through his body said otherwise. His hand brushed feebly against Volt’s chest, trying to push him away, but the warmth of Volt’s fingers and the lingering hum of electricity made it impossible to focus on anything but the aftershocks still dancing through him.

 

Volt chuckled low, dark, and teasing, leaning closer so that his lips brushed the shell of Eddie’s ear. “Oh, really? Because it looks to me like…” His thumb grazed over the damp, ruined fabric of Eddie’s trousers, just enough to make him squirm, “…that little surge I sent… made you leak as well as climax.”

 

Eddie’s dazed grin faltered slightly, replaced by a strangled, breathless laugh, cheeks flushing deeper. 

 

“V… Volt… I didn’t…” he gasped, fingers clumsily clutching at Volt’s arms as if to anchor himself, though his body still pressed instinctively into the warmth and power of Volt’s chest. His legs felt like jelly, knees barely able to support him, hair still frizzing from static, lips swollen and quivering.

 

Volt’s grin deepened, wicked and possessive. “Oh no, my love… I’m not stopping, even if you did,” he murmured, pressing a gentle, teasing kiss to Eddie’s jaw, the tip of his tongue tracing the line down to his neck. “You’re too beautiful like this… flushed, trembling, utterly undone. Every spark, every shiver… all of it… for me. And it shows.”

 

Eddie groaned softly, tilting his head back against Volt’s shoulder, trying to hide the loopy, blissful smile curling on his lips. His breath came in ragged bursts, body still quivering from the aftershocks, the mix of pleasure and lingering electricity leaving him dizzy, weak, and disoriented. He tried to wave his hands weakly again, half-heartedly protesting, but it only made Volt laugh, low and satisfied.

 

“See?” Volt whispered, brushing a thumb along Eddie’s flushed cheek, tracing a path down over his jaw, lingering over the curve of his mouth. “You can’t even deny it… that shock I gave you… made you melt. Made you mine. Made you… look like this.”

 

Eddie’s fingers fumbled in Volt’s hair, still half-entangled, half-gripping, trying to anchor himself to something solid. “V… Volt…” he whimpered, words broken and breathless, “I… I can’t… I… haah…” The tremor in his voice betrayed every pulse and spark still dancing across his skin, body soft and pliant in his hold.

 

Volt’s lips pressed to the corner of Eddie’s mouth, a teasing, possessive kiss that drew a shiver through him, thumb brushing again over the soaked fabric of his pants. “Mine,” he murmured, teeth brushing lightly against his earlobe, voice low and reverent, yet teasing. “Completely… utterly… mine.”

 

Eddie sagged fully into him, breathless and dazed, lips parted in that unguarded, loopy grin that Volt adored. His body still pulsed with electricity, small sparks jumping faintly across the wire loops resting against his chest. 

 

Every nerve ending was alive, tingling, reminding him of the surge that had just driven him to the brink— and beyond.

 

Volt cooed softly, pressing his forehead to his, letting his fingers trace over the still-warm, damp fabric and the curves of Eddie’s chest, hair, and shoulders. “Messy boy,” he teased, voice low and amused. “So eager… so vulnerable… leaking, trembling… all for me. And you look so good like this, dazed and undone, for me.”

 

Eddie let out a soft, helpless laugh, one hand weakly clutching Volt’s arm, the other fumbling to press against his chest in futile protest. “I… can’t… V… haah… stop…”

 

Volt only chuckled, pressing one more lingering kiss to the tip of his nose, whispering against his lips. “No, love… you’re mine. Every spark, every shiver… every little messy, wet mark… mine. And I’m going to savour every moment while you come down from it.”

 

Eddie sagged further, body melting against Volt, eyes half-lidded, grin still loopy and disoriented, hair standing on end from the lingering electricity, clothes ruined, chest heaving, and every nerve still tingling. 

 

Volt’s grip on him was firm but gentle, guiding him toward the backroom of the Breaker Box. Eddie’s legs were like jelly, knees barely holding him, and his body swayed against him as if he might collapse at any moment. Volt had to practically drag him along, one hand under Eddie’s arm, the other gripping his hip, supporting the boy as he stumbled forward.

 

The dim glow of the bar flickered across Eddie’s flushed face, hair wild and static-charged, and Volt couldn’t help the small, possessive smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes flicked down briefly to the small puddle on the floor; a telltale mark of the intensity of their encounter— but he sidestepped it effortlessly, keeping his focus on the dazed, trembling figure in his arms. “Careful, love,” Volt murmured, low and steady. “Almost there… you’re doing so well.”

 

Eddie’s head lolled against his shoulder, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and glazed with lingering pleasure and post-shock haze. He whimpered softly, weak and pliant, fingers barely able to curl around Volt’s forearm. “V… Volt…” he rasped, voice thick and disoriented. “I… can’t…”

 

“I know, Live Wire,” Volt murmured, pressing a reassuring kiss to the top of Eddie’s head, the tip of his nose brushing over the hair frizzed from static. “I’ve got you. Just a little further… we’ll get you cleaned up, alright?”

 

By the time they reached the backroom, Eddie’s legs were trembling violently, and Volt had to guide him to sit on the edge of a small sofa tucked in the corner. He settled him there carefully, still holding him close, letting his body sag against his chest. “Easy… easy now,” Volt cooed, voice soft and patient. “You’re safe… everything’s alright.”

 

He ran a hand slowly down Eddie’s trembling arms, over the damp clothing, brushing off stray static-frizzed hairs from his face. “I’m going to get you cleaned up,” he whispered, fingers brushing over Eddie’s chest, over the still-warm wires, lingering just enough to make him shiver. “You’re perfect… but messy. Let’s fix that, alright?”

 

Eddie let out a small, dazed laugh, soft and breathless, leaning weakly into his chest. “V… too… much…” he murmured, voice fluttering as his fingers twitched weakly, still entangled in Volt’s arm. “Ah… too… spark-y…”

 

Volt chuckled low, amused and tender. “You loved it,” he said simply, brushing a gentle thumb over his flushed cheek. “And I loved watching you… melting. But now… now I take care of you.”

 

He began slowly, methodically removing Eddie’s ruined clothing, fingers gentle as they brushed over every damp, sticky patch, every place where the electricity had left its mark. Eddie flinched slightly at the contact at first, overwhelmed by lingering aftershocks, but Volt’s steady, calm presence was grounding, cooing softly at him, murmuring little reassurances.

 

“Easy… easy, love,” Volt said as he slipped the damp shirt from his arms, revealing flushed skin glimmering faintly in the dim light. “You’re still trembling… let me warm you up. Let me take care of you.”

 

He worked with patient precision, brushing over Eddie’s chest, arms, and sides, wiping away sweat and dampness, the ruined fabric discarded in a neat pile. Eddie’s lips parted in soft whimpers, fingers brushing his forearm weakly, still pliant and dazed. His hair stuck out at odd angles, static still humming faintly, and Volt laughed softly at the mess he had made, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

 

“You’re so fragile,” Volt murmured, voice low and affectionate, “but so strong for letting me overwhelm you. Look at you… all spark and heat, and now let me make it right again.”

 

Eddie’s hands fumbled, weak and pliant, tugging at Volt’s sleeves almost instinctively, a soft, loopy laugh escaping his lips. “Mmm… V…” he gasped, voice fluttering. “I… all… fuzzy…”

 

Volt hummed against his temple, brushing a gentle hand down Eddie’s back as he worked, slowly cleaning him, soothing him. He whispered softly, cooing like a lullaby, “It’s alright… it’s all alright. You’re mine, and I’ve got you. Every spark, every shiver, everything.”

 

By the time Volt had finished cleaning him, Eddie was sagging fully against him, body soft, hair still frizzed, skin tingling faintly from residual electricity. Volt wrapped him in a soft blanket he’d retrieved, holding him close, fingers gently brushing over him, murmuring teasing but tender words. “Look at you, love… all cleaned up, but still mine. Still trembling, still spark-y… still perfect for me.”

 

Eddie let out a small, exhausted laugh, weak and dazed, resting his head against Volt’s chest, lips curling into a loopy, half-grinning expression. “V… I… I- ruined everything…” he murmured faintly.

 

Volt pressed a possessive kiss to the top of his head, humming softly, “Messy boy… you ruined nothing but your clothes. Everything else, all of you, mine. Every spark, every shiver, every moan, mine.”

 

Eddie’s trembling fingers slowly relaxed over Volt’s chest, body sagging fully into him, eyes fluttering closed, still dazed from the intensity of the shock, the release, the aftercare, and the lingering hum of electricity. Volt held him tightly, gently cooing, murmuring, letting him come down slowly, savouring the warmth, intimacy, and possessive adoration that filled the small backroom, the faint smell of sweat, smoke, and lingering sparks surrounding them like a private cocoon.