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You’re not… exactly sure how you got here.
You could trace it back, if you really tried. Could follow the threads and piece together how they all interconnected if only just to say you did.
Maybe, it started the other week.
On a lazy morning with Eddie spent between the sheets of their bed, his hands keeping your thighs spread apart. You’d lost track of how long he’d been between your legs, how many times he’d brought you to your climax.
It wasn’t often Eddie allowed himself to get lost in a single action (despite what Volt called his “thinly veiled oral fixation.” Once he’d pointed it out to you, you couldn’t escape the clues of, indeed, how obvious it was. The way he was always chewing on his lip, or on cherry stems or toothpicks, and how eager he was to spend time focusing on the pleasure between you or Volt’s legs, other than his own). But, Eddie was a task oriented man, and had to see things through.
So, if he decided he was going to spend three hours worshipping your cunt, then there was no arguing with him.
But on that morning, a while into it, he’d made a strained groan as he worked his fingers slowly inside you, his grey eyes glossy with lust. “You’re so fucking wet, baby,” he’d said, voice heady and low and reverent. “You’re always so wet for us.”
You’d had three more orgasms before Volt brought your breakfast in bed.
Or, maybe, it started a few days after that.
When Volt had you bent over in the back office, your hands gripped to the desk for dear life, while he fucked into you from behind in between Open Spotlight acts. It was quick, unrelenting, and messy. Especially with your own underwear stuffed inside your mouth - to ensure you wouldn’t disturb the patrons, of course.
Volt had towered down over you, his hands on the desk, his lips above your ear. “Fucking amp, wire,” he’d hissed, “you’re so easy to fuck when you’re wet like this.”
You’d, oddly, been grateful for the makeshift gag when you came a second later.
But then again - maybe. Maybe it had actually started two nights ago.
As two fingers, from two different men, played inside you, after they’d already each taken a turn with you. They’d told you to just lie back, relax - Eddie had wanted you to gush on their cocks, but such an achievement had evaded you. So, ever diligent, ever decisive, they were determined to get it to happen once that night.
Eddie was the one who finally unlocked it, his name like a curse on your lips when your orgasm overtook your body and your mind. Your legs were practically numb when they stopped shaking, and you were acutely aware of Eddie’s warm tongue lapping at your release like a fountain.
Through the haze of it all, you’d heard Volt say, hungrily, “Let me taste,” before capturing Eddie’s lips, his tongue, with his own, and everything was mixed, sloppy, wet.
They’d basically licked you dry after that, then snuggled you to sleep.
So, maybe, it was all three.
It really doesn't matter, actually. No matter the cause, the events leading up to this, what matters is that you’re currently bound - with intricate, blue wires - to the headboard of Volt and Eddie’s bed. The night didn’t start out this way, just some easy, unbothered strokes of hands, shared kisses between three mouths, sweet moans of lovers’ names.
But then you’d opened your legs at Eddie’s insistence, and it was like both of them started drooling at the sight of the slick between your folds.
Volt had cupped you, pressed his palm to your clit, as Eddie grabbed a spool or wiring from the night stand - you hadn’t been sure whose face to follow, but you knew, without them saying aloud, that they had something planned for you.
“So wet, my darling,” Volt had moaned, the ends of his lips curled into that fucking smirk that melted any resolve in your body. “Just for us. This cunt is ours, isn’t it? Tell me.”
You did, of course, you did, their names like a prayer on your lips just as rough fingers found your wrists, and tugged.
“And we can use it how we want, can’t we, baby?” Eddie had cooed. It was his voice that had started the alarms in your hazy mind - Eddie usually demanded. He didn’t ask. He took. This honeyed voice of his only graced your ears when they had intentions for you that they had concocted like a drink behind the bar - a secret recipe, shared only between them.
And they are masters at their craft, after all.
So electric blue wires were expertly wound around your wrists, wrapped through the bars of the headboard, and your legs were spread. Wide.
And now they’re taking.
Taking what’s their’s, tongues lapping at your folds, two sets of hands keeping your trembling legs apart, the shine and slick of your folds growing by the second. There’s a hunger, something insatiable, in the steel and white eyes at the end of the bed, as they lick at you like the flames of a fire. Burning, wild, and wicked.
It’s building again, that peak inside you - but different, stronger, than the one they’ve already plucked from you. You know what’s coming, but your tongue is too heavy to warn them - all you’re able to moan is more, yes, Eddie, Volt, Volt, Eddie, and -
You scream as your cum soaks them, their fingers, their chins, the gush like a release only partly granted - you struggle against the wires, dig in your nails into your palms, squeeze your eyes shut as lightning fills your mind.
When it clears, the air is cold between your thighs, and you feel the mattress shift from new weight beside you.
You turn your head, in a daze, to see glowing white hair falling like a veil by your shoulder on the pillow. Volt’s lips are glossy, and you guess it must taste like you, and his smile eats at you just like his tongue. Your leg twitches, and you clench. He’s up to something.
“Sweet little spark,” he hums, licking his lips - a little show just for you. “You’re simply perfect, aren’t you? Just perfect, letting us take from you.”
It’s then, beyond the curtain of white, you notice Eddie, on his knees between Volt’s legs, stroking his cock slowly, languidly. His fingers and shaft are wet, so much so you can hear the slick sounds as he moves. Titanium eyes bore into yours, pinning you down better than any wires ever could.
One of his hands grabs at Volt’s hips, and he rocks his cock between the cheeks of Volt’s ass, eliciting a moan from beside you. “Let’s see if you got me wet enough, yeah?” he says, and oh god -
The realization of what coats his cock hits you, like a lightbulb that will inevitably burst with the force of all your coupling. It’s you - your cum, your slick, that he’s smothering like lube over his length. What he’s rubbing over Volt’s hole to prep for the taking, what he’s licking off the tips of his fingers like sugar.
“Eddie…” you manage to moan, your back arching to try and get closer to him. “Fuck, Eddie, you -”
“Yeah,” he says, short and insistent. The honey is gone from his voice, it’s back to the steel you know so well. “I did. And you better keep those legs spread, in case I need more.”
Your breath hitches as he uses a hand to angle Volt’s back, and you see Volt close his eyes, practically purr at the instruction. A string of spit falls from Eddie’s lips straight to Volt’s hole, and without wasting another second, he’s pressing inside.
Volt’s resulting moans are like music - he sings whenever Eddie is inside him. Eddie’s cock always feels like it’s going to split you in two - thick and hard and unyielding whether it’s inside you or Volt, but neither of you would change a thing. He’s perfect, and always makes you feel so full, and you watch the bliss envelope Volt’s face as he takes.
“My, Eddie -” Volt groans, when Eddie bottoms out, “so fucking good.”
It’s like a switch, a trigger, that makes Eddie’s hips snap, and fucking hell, the sound of their skin slapping together is debased, it’s filthy, it’s obscene - it’s so. Fucking. Wet.
It’s because of you.
You watch, you can do nothing else, held hostage by the wires and unable to do more than arch your back, bend your legs. They always look so gorgeous, always so in sync, like harmony, when they move together like this. You ache, as you feel yourself clench around nothing, and fuck, you long to touch them. To pull at the coils of Eddie’s hair or claw at Volt’s arms, and you can’t help the whine, the plea, that escapes your lips.
The sound earns a chuckle from Volt, but it’s broken, his own breath shaky and needy, and Eddie only flashes his canines, not slowing his thrusts for even a second. When Volt cries out again, you try to press your legs together, but a zap to your side makes you freeze. You hadn’t even felt Volt’s hand touch you, but you should’ve known. They always notice, always.
“I said,” Eddie huffs, a dark brow quirked, “to keep them open.”
“I know, I’m s- Fuck!” you throw your head back when two powerful, rough fingers are shoved inside of you, crooking and coaxing steadily, because Eddie is a master at his craft. He drags his fingers over your walls, coating them to the hilt, before dragging them out. They’re so shiny, so wet, and when he pulls out of Volt, just halfway, he runs them over the exposed inches of his cock. Like a recharge. Like that’s all you’re good for.
“That’s a good spark,” Eddie groans, as he sinks back into Volt, “a very good little spark.” When he shoves, hard, and makes Volt’s whole body shake, grey eyes snap over to you once more. “Don’t fucking do it again.”
You nod, frantic. For him. For them.
Volt mumbles something that sounds like begging, silver fingers digging into the flesh of your side for purchase. You watch his face, see white eyes nearly roll to the back of his head, a strand of drool at the corner of his mouth. You want to wipe it away, lick it away even, but such is your allotment tonight - only to watch. Only to be used, only for their pleasure.
Eddie fucks him for what you think might be hours, though you know that’s impossible, dipping back inside you every few minutes for more of your slick, never more than a brush of his thumb to your clit. Each time is like sparks alighting in your core, like he knows exactly the moment to touch you again, only after you wound down from the last one. Your arms burn, your cunt aches, and your voice is raw from begging, pleading their names over and over again, though they do hardly anything more than glance your way.
“Ed- Eddie,” Volt finally sighs, his voice high and abandoned and almost as broken as your own. His fingers singe your stomach, and you won’t be surprised if you’ll find the red marks of his fingerprints in the morning. “Eddie, I’m - oh amp, please -”
You should expect it, by now, how Eddie’s fingers slip between your folds, gathering his prize with quick precision, and you buck into him with a curse of his name. You stare through heavy eyelids as, instead of his own, he wraps his fingers around Volt’s cock, and he gathers the pre leaking from his tip to mix with your spend as he coats him.
“Fuck baby, you want it, don’t you?” he growls down at Volt through grit teeth. “Both of you so wet for it, shit, fucking greedy for it.”
Volt can only moan in response, babbles of yes, Eddie, please, Eddie.
Sparkling steel eyes lock on to yours, and he bites his lip with a grunt. “What do you think, spark? Should I let him cum? You wanna taste of him for being so good?”
You need it like water, like air, something, anything more than what you’ve been allowed for who knows how long. “Please,” you whisper, your lips parched, as you struggle in vain against the hold of blue wires.
Volt whines, and you hear the wicked sounds of Eddie’s hand working him, masterfully. He cums a second later, coating Eddie’s hand with white ropes, his cries incomprehensible except for a small “Thank you, thank , fuck, thank you,” that you know is meant for both Eddie and yourself.
Volt’s whole body collapses onto the bed as Eddie’s thrusts become erratic, quick and dirty, lost in the feel of Volt’s body as he cums with a yell forced from his throat.
In the stillness that follows, everything is sticky, wet, combinations of slick and cum and sweat and spit coating all three of your bodies. You’re intensely aware of how, after a few moments of their shared breath, Eddie brings a finger up to your mouth, and you take it, greedy, tasting Volt’s release on your tongue. You moan around him, swirl around the tip, and he hisses before yanking it back out, and wiping it on your chin.
But his face…
As pleased as it is, you know what lurks behind those warm, titanium eyes.
He’s still hungry.
The buzz of Volt’s skin, now alert and sparkling, teases at your side, as the tips of silver fingers trail down, down, until they reach the inside of your thighs.
Oh.
Oh no.
“You remember what I said, baby?” Eddie muses, extricating himself from Volt - the sound echoes in the small room. “You’ve gotta keep them open.”
“Eddie -”
“Now, darling.” Volt’s voice is chiding, the pitiful whines from only moments ago gone without a trace as he creeps his touch closer to your cunt. His white eyes are bright, alert, dangerous. “You’re not going to deny me the chance to try for myself, are you?”
You tug at your binds before you can think, and their resulting laughs are downright evil. “Boys, boys, please -”
“Ahh, little wire,” Volt sighs, up on his elbows as he pulls at your thigh, “I do love hearing you beg.”
You’re, really, not exactly sure how you got here.
But god, you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.