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For the first time in his existence, Volt is starting to consider the benefits of actually listening when he’s told to shut up.
That is, if it means he’ll get the powerful combination of one of his partners’ mouths around his dick, and the other one’s cock inside him.
Yeah, he’d certainly do anything for that.
He does wish, though, as he tugs against the wires around his wrists, that he could fucking touch them. But, such was the bed he had made for himself. And he’d be damned if he didn’t enjoy it regardless - the sensation of both of their hands, their skin, their love, all across his body, powering him up like how he charges the batteries of the house.
It’s Eddie’s touch that electrifies his very essence, his core, always familiar and harsh and adoring, present circumstances aside. But it’s you, their little wire, that ignites him into a flame. In comparison to his own high voltage skin, your touch was almost cold against him, a welcome respite from the heat of his own current coupled with Eddie’s. It’s soothing, it’s different - it makes him burn.
And for the second time tonight, your lips are around him, and he is maddeningly, dizzyingly, desperate.
He’d enjoyed your little show, don’t misunderstand, reveled in the way you took - demanded, even - exactly what you’d wanted from him, and he’d loved the little ways you’d praised him. Volt was made to please, to protect, to provide, and giving you everything you wanted was the joy of his life. Even if that meant actually, for once in his life, being silent while you explored something new for yourself.
Being silent for Eddie, however. He’s having a little more trouble with that.
Again, don’t misunderstand - he would die for Eddie, kill for Eddie. Would trip the breaker himself if it meant allowing Eddie just another moment of life. He owed Eddie everything - his breath, his current, his soul (though he wasn’t even sure that was his own), and being loved by him gave him purpose to his endless devotion.
But in his heart of hearts, Volt is a fucking brat.
He thrives off the reactions his little jests prompt from Eddie, the difference in his touch when he’s teaching him a lesson versus making love with him. It’s thrilling, it’s exciting, and for someone who works daily to ensure that power gets distributed just so, it’s exactly the sort of break Volt needs on occasion.
And sometimes, the easiest way to guarantee such a break, is by pissing off the man he loves.
His back arches off the bed, but only just, as Eddie’s rough hands keep a hold on his skin, and the white wires around his wrists just do not budge. He knows they won’t, logically, but logic went out the window when Eddie thrust his cock inside him. His thighs are pressed to Eddie’s hips, his ass lifted off the bed and held up by calloused hands, Eddie’s cock keeping an absolutely murderous pace inside him. Which, on its own, would be making his head spin, but your wicked tongue circling the head of his cock is bringing him dangerously close to the edge already.
Before he can realize it, a moan falls from his lips, a hopeless please that must come from somewhere deep inside him.
Eddie pauses, and Volt curses to himself, and the effort to bring his eyes to find Eddie’s is taxing on his already scrambled brain. But he recognizes the glint in those steel eyes, locked on to his face. Try me, they say, I dare you.
“Something you wanna say, Volt?” Eddie’s voice sounds like how Volt’s brain feels.
He grits his teeth, sets his jaw, and shakes his head.
“Thought so,” he huffs, not wasting a second before thrusting back into him, even harder this time, if that’s possible.
You hum around his cock, sending vibrations across the expanse of his skin, and how he wishes he had the freedom to buck his hips into your mouth, but compared to Eddie, your touches are so relaxing, so grounding, with one of your hands on his chest and the other running up and down his thigh as it rests against Eddie.
He gasps, a flash of white clouding his vision, as Eddie finds a new angle, hits him right against his prostate, and all the fight just fizzles out of him. Acceptance washes over him in a surge, letting his muscles relax and his body go slack, Eddie’s hands and the wires the only things keeping him in one place. Because, yes, fuck yes, this is what he wanted, what he needed, to finally, finally switch himself off, if only for the few moments he thinks he has before he blows a fuse.
Because he’s safe here, safe to not have to be the one protecting, providing, as two sets of hands pin him down and wires bind his wrists. It’s home. It’s perfect.
Somewhere in the haze of his mind, he feels you bring a hand around him to join your lips, and when he starts to twitch, you moan, and Eddie, impossibly, fucks him faster. Rational thought no longer exists, and unconsciously, naturally, Volt starts to groan, to whimper, to plead.
“Please please, Eddie please,” he guesses is what’s coming out of his mouth. “Wire, I, please -”
A familiar chuckle and ragged breath is the response. “Ah, found your limit then. Can’t hold it much longer, can you?”
He shakes his head - the effort to do so is herculean. “No, Eddie, please, I need it, I -” he gasps when he feels your teeth graze over his shaft, and his eyes flicker like the lights of the Breaker Box.
Eddie hums, warmth and ecstasy and possession flowing into Volt’s skin where Eddie’s hands hold him. “Alright. What a good boy you’ve been. So good for us. Spark, you gonna make him cum?”
You practically swallow him whole in response, and immediately, Volt is gone, pushed over the precipice he’s been dangling over for what feels like hours, ever since the wires singed his skin. His jaw goes slack, sounds he doesn’t even recognize falling from his lips, and his body shakes with the power of his climax, finally granted, finally rewarded, after delay after delay. It’s like lightning strikes him, blinds him and fulfills him all at once, and only somewhere in the back of his mind does he feel his cum fill your mouth before white spots dot his vision.
Eddie doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up for a moment, but that’s nothing new. Volt’s body is a tool to grant Eddie his pleasure, his release, and he loves it. He feels, a moment later, your cool hands on his chest, restoring sensation with small touches, and then you’re next to him, your hand on his cheek, and his white eyes try to find yours through the white haze.
“You’re doing so good Volt,” your soothing voice is like a balm to a burn, “You take Eddie so fucking well, don’t you? It splits us in two, doesn’t it? Oh, baby, I know, I know.”
He feels Eddie’s rhythm start to slip, his control start to waver, and Volt’s head falls back on the pillow as his insides burn when Eddie cums with a curse, a growl. Volt whimpers, unable to find the strength to move his tongue, and lets himself be enveloped by the white haze.
When it clears, the first thing he feels is movement in his wrists, both arms lying by his sides, separate and free after who knows how long. The second thing, is your body atop his chest, your fingers running softly across his jaw. Another pair of lips are pressed to the inside of one of his wrists, his hand held in a familiar calloused one. It’s all very soft, he thinks, and needed after such an endeavor.
“Darlings,” he tests the word on his tongue, opens his heavy eyelids. “I do believe you fucked me senseless.”
You smile, and the sight is like a recharge, and Eddie’s lips moving up his arm send sparks at every inch. He stops on Volt’s shoulder, rests his head there, and says, “You. Are the biggest brat I know.”
He grins, makes a hum in the back of his throat. “Good.”
He can feel Eddie’s eye roll, but he grumbles, “I’m gonna get us a blanket,” and slips off the bed.
You don’t stop your little touches, and he closes his eyes again, relaxing into the ministrations. “You are just the best treat, live wire.” He sighs, the white haze slowly being replaced with the lull of sleep. “How I adore you.”
He hears your giggle, feels a kiss to his chest. “Volt.”
“Hm.”
“I have a question.”
His eyes stay closed, and he fights a yawn. “Anything, darling.”
“Can you and Eddie read each other's minds?”
What an interesting question, he thinks, trying to set a reminder to himself to ask where that came from when he’s more cognizant. “It’s not like that exactly,” he says, the words growing heavier on his tongue by the second.
“What’s it like?”
Even in a different state, Volt wouldn’t really know how to answer that. How could he? Literally, how could he? “It’s… like we share a frequency.”
“But you know what the other is thinking?”
Didn’t they already ask that? “Wire, I-”
“Spark,” he hears Eddie’s voice, soft, but no nonsense, as a blanket drapes over him, “maybe, when Volt and I have a little more of our inhibitions, we’ll tell you all about it, yeah?” Eddie’s warm body slides next to his own, settling in the crook of his shoulder, and one of Eddie’s hands comes to rest over you body.
“But -”
“No buts. Now we sleep, yeah?”
Yeah, Volt thinks, finding Eddie’s hand on your back, that sounds like that’s exactly what he needs.