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Volt stares down at the rumpled sheets of their bed, eyes unfocused. Eddie's hand is on his spine, softly dragging down the line of his vertebrae, beckoning him to deepen the arch of his back. With a soft noise, Volt complies. Eddie's approval comes in the form of a soft squeeze to his side, the click of the lube bottle opening. Volt shivers, knowing exactly what that sound means.
He jolts only slightly when one cold, lubed finger circles his rim, pausing for a moment before sinking in with ease. Eddie's following huff is amused, and Volt would ask what about if not for the fact that he can feel his hips rocking back on Eddie's singular finger. His blush deepens, and his head drops to the pillow below him. It's not his fault that Eddie is so damn good at this, at making Volt feel so good. He's practically trained Volt, igniting an almost pavlovian response in him. When Eddie touches him, be it an innocent brush of a hand along his arm or a more suggestive hand around his waist, Volt knows that pleasure will follow. He can't count the number of soft noises he's made under his breath at the most tame of touches, desperately trying to hide his reaction from customers.
He pulls himself from his thoughts by moaning embarrassingly loud. The combination of Eddie shoving a third finger in, along with angling all his fingers to perfectly press up against Volt's prostate rips a loud sound from his throat. He looks at Eddie through teary eyes, already overwhelmed.
"Please… Eddie." He's not even sure what he's begging for, he just knows that he's begging. Eddie likes it when he begs. Proving this, Eddie coos at him, pulling apart his fingers in a frankly obscene stretch. Anything that Volt might've been thinking about saying fizzles out dies in a strangled yelp. His legs threaten to give out, and Eddie wraps his arm around Volt's hips, holding him up. He whimpers again.
"Eddie!" The utterance of his name is entirely unintentional, but perfectly captures his thoughts. He can think of nothing but Eddie, how good Eddie is making him feel, how Eddie is going to make him feel even better soon. Eddie's taking his time, spending a while with just three fingers, drizzling more lube over the connection between their bodies. He sighs into it, eyes fluttering shut. He barely notices when Eddie inserts a fourth finger, working into Volt slowly and with purpose. The pleasurable intrusion (mixed with just a slight spark of pain from being stretched) just combines with the rest of the ecstasy running through his body.
Everything about them is blissfully in tune. Each curl and thrust of Eddie's fingers matches the backwards rocking of Volt's hips, every murmured praise from Eddie's mouth opens Volt's further, proclaiming his pleasure for Eddie to hear. The lube is cold, slick and makes a shiver run down Volt's spine. Not just from the temperature difference, but from the knowledge of what Eddie's about to do.
The press of Eddie's thumb against his hole makes his hips jerk, new tears springing to his eyes. "Ffuck…Eddie-" His words trail off into a loud moan as Eddie's thumb dips inside him. Alongside all his other fingers, this almost feels like too much. He can't stop the pitiful whines spilling from his lips, just like he can't stop the tears now rolling down his cheeks, sending mild but bright jolts of pain through his body. Fuck he wants to cum so badly. He's not touched his cock once since they started this, and it's obvious. He's so hard it hurts, and there's precum drooling from his tip continuously. If he had his way, he'd be grinding his hips against the bed while Eddie fisted him, but unfortunately he's not in control here.
He's so not in control, in fact, that even when he reaches a hand down to stroke himself, Eddie bats his hand away. "Don't touch." Eddie's voice is a low growl in his ear, and Volt chokes out a little whimper, heat rushing through his body at the controlling tone. "You want to be good for me, yeah?"
Volt nods so fast his neck aches.
Eddie's following chuckle makes his ears burn, but seeing as how Volt is the one with an entire hand shoved up his ass, he thinks he gets to shed some of his shame. But Eddie is right. Volt does want to be good for him, even if he is being cruel. So Volt drops his hands back down to the mattress, twisting his fingers into the fabric with every curl and thrust of Eddie's hand inside him. And then, blessedly, that stretch grows more intense, along with the pressure inside him. And undignified sound finds its way out of his mouth, something between a debauched moan and a surprised squeak.
"Look how well you're taking me. Opening up so easily for me. Slut." Eddie sounds unaffected, but a quick glance back reveals the hunger in his eyes. His lust is written all over his body, from the glint in his eye, to the way he licks his lips, to the bulge straining in his boxers.
"On-only you." It's all Volt can manage between heavy pants.
"Yeah just me. I'm the only one who can fuck you like this. The only one who you'll let shove an arm up your ass." His words are punctuated by the movement of his hand, pulling out from Volt's body oh-so-slightly. Volt whimpers at the feeling, at the odd sense of emptiness. Eddie's hand extracts itself from its position under Volt's hips. Without the support of his firm arm, Volt's legs shake and he struggles to keep his hips up and back arched. His legs are weak but he doesn't want to disobey Eddie's orders, however unspoken. He wants to be good for Eddie.
He can't keep himself up, though, when he feels Eddie's thumb, rubbing against the puckered rim of his hole, where the calloused skin of Eddie's right hand sinks into the warmth of Volt's body. With a strangled whimper, his legs fall out from underneath him, and he drops onto the bed. The motion causes Eddie's hand to be jerked in a new way, and Volt moans loudly, more tears dropping from his cheeks.
Eddie tsks. "I thought you had figured out that I wanted you to keep your hips up."
"'M sorry Eddie, m' sorry I- mhngh-" His words fade off into a moan when Eddie pushes his hand back in, that startling emptiness inside him being filled.
"It's alright." Eddie's voice is soft now. "I know you didn't mean it. You'd never want to disobey me, yeah?" Volt nods. A soft kiss is delivered to his spine, and a shiver runs down Volt's body at the soft motion. "Do you want more?" Volt nods. "I thought so. Do you want my whole forearm?" It's incredibly hard to think over the gentle motion of Eddie's hand, in and out of Volt's body. But he still has enough presence of mind to nod, to know that yes, god yes he wants that. Eddie chuckles. "You got it baby. I'll give you what you need."
Volt whines. Eddie flicks open the cap of the lube, pouring more onto his wrist. Volt groans, eyes rolling back as more of Eddie enters him, his wrist thick. Volt's entrance flutters, his body trying desperately to expel the foreign object, but it only serves to entice Eddie further.
"You're so warm inside, pulling me in so well." Volt can clearly feel when Eddie spreads his fingers, choking on a moan.
"Eddie."
"Yeah baby?" Eddie sounds entirely too innocent for what he's doing.
Volt pauses, licking his lips. His hips are weakly grinding back against Eddie's hand. "Give me more." His voice is surprisingly steady, even to himself. When he dares to look back at Eddie, there's a grin growing on his face, and cruel promise in his eyes.
"As you wish." And he pushes his arm in even more, slowly breaching further and further into Volt's body. Volt can't find the words anymore, only able to pant and whine uncontrollably. He's so full. He can't think of anything else other than Eddie's arm inside him, thick and warm and heavy and so fucking big. He can feel his own hole struggling to close just as clearly as he can feel Eddie's hand (now formed into a fist, solid and thick) within him. He moans wantonly into the sheets.
With his hips no longer being held up, his dick is sandwiched between his stomach and the bed. He wants, more than anything in the world, to grind his hips forward and get some beautiful friction on his cock. But he wants to be good. He wants to be Eddie's good boy. So he doesn't. And better than that, he somehow musters the strength to get his legs back under himself, and shakily he raises his hips.
Eddie, of course, notices. "What are- oh. Oh I see baby. You're trying to be good for me." Volt nods into the pillow, rolling back to meet the lazy thrusts of Eddie's arm. "How admirable. Do you want to cum?" Volt whines, not even able to muster the strength to nod. "Do you want me to make you cum?" Volt feels pathetic, whining and grinding like a bitch in heat, not even able to coherently answer Eddie. "Yeah? Of course you do. What a pathetic sight this is." He leans down, tilting Volt's head up and to the side, letting Eddie see his face. He licks the tears off Volt's cheeks, before moving down to capture his lips in a breathless kiss. "Beg."
So Volt begs.
"Fuck, fuck please Eddie please I wanna cum I wanna cum so bad I've been good right? I've been good for you, I know-I know I'm pathetic but please, please I want to cum so bad I-" Eddie cuts him off with a rough kiss, pushing his tongue into Volt's mouth. Volt melts into the sensation, brain just about leaking out of his ears at the almost aggressive stimulation from both sides. As focused as he is on Eddie's teeth and tongue plundering his mouth, he almost doesn't notice Eddie's hand moving inside him.
Okay that's a lie, but he doesn't have the presence of mind to really focus on it, beyond a muffled sound of confusion that is lost into their kiss. That confusion quickly morphs into a single-minded lust when Eddie puts all his focus into stimulating Volt's prostate. The stretch is less intense, now, but the sensations are in no way dulled. Now instead of a slow, honey-sweet pleasure, the feeling comes in waves, one after another, overlapping and crashing against each other in a discordant symphony of pleasure.
Volt breaks their kiss to moan against Eddie's mouth, whispering pleas of "Eddie, Eddie, please-" The words are short, breathy, spoken into the little space that there is between their lips. He can feel Eddie's smile against his lips, fingers continuing to relentlessly bully Volt's prostate.
"Go on baby. Cum for me."
And Volt does.
A loud moan, bordering on a wail, as cum shoots from his dick, falling to the blankets below him. He shivers as Eddie removes his hand, using it to jerk Volt's softening cock, dragging a shiver and plaintive moan from the man beneath him. After a moment, he sits back up, lazily palming his own cock.
"Look at you." He thumbs over Volt's gaping entrance. He shudders, hole twitching, trying in vain to close. "You're stretched so fucking wide. I bet I could…" His sentence trails off before he can elaborate, and Volt makes a soft, confused sound. He can't find the strength to move his head, or form full words. He doesn't understand, until he hears the slick, wet sound of Eddie stroking his cock. And then he understands it with impressive clarity, especially when he feels a knuckle bump up against his sensitive entrance.
"Oh." He whines. He knows exactly what Eddie is doing. His eyes, which had flown open, flutter shut. He barely has the capacity to moan lowly when Eddie grunts and curses, spilling white-hot warmth inside Volt, never once touching Volt's hole with his dick. He can feel the cum start to drip out of him, out of his obscenely wide entrance, and he groans at the sensation. Eddie laughs, turning him over and pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"I'll be right back." The words are whispered softly into his ear, and he makes a sleepy noise of assent. Now that they're done, the exhaustion is hitting him like a truck. Usually he likes to take care of Eddie, even if Volt is the one who just got pounded into the mattress. It makes him feel good, helpful, and Eddie is willing to do anything if it makes Volt happy. But the first time they had tried this, Eddie had firmly insisted that Volt stay put. Volt had not, and immediately regretted it. Even shifting to sitting had made pain skyrocket up his back, and he had yelped so loud Eddie had rushed back into the room, water and washcloth forgotten.
Now, Volt knows better. He lays on the bed, drifting in and out of consciousness, tired and sated in his blissful post-orgasm haze. When Eddie comes back, he coaxes Volt to drink some water, wiping him down gently with a washcloth saturated with warm water. Volt knows that, come morning (or afternoon, as their work schedule dictates), Eddie will help him up to the shower, where they will both properly clean off. But for now, even just the washcloth feels wonderful. He drifts off to the gentle caresses of it on his body.
When he wakes, Eddie is prodding at his hole, coaxing his cum out of Volt. He groans, twitching with oversensitivity. Eddie runs a gentle hand over his side, an unspoken apology. Once done with that, he refills the cup of water, coaxes Volt to drink some more, then chugs the rest himself. He looks down critically at the blankets, and apparently deciding that's a problem for the next day, simply gets in bed with Volt, pulling the sheets up over them both. They share a soft kiss, and Volt can feel Eddie's upturned lips against his. Eddie's head finds its place in the crook of Volt's neck, one arm slung over Volt's hips. Volt whispers a quiet "I love you" before his eyes flutter shut and he succumbs to the comfortable oblivion of sleep.