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You clung tightly to Eddie as you raced down the highway and onto side streets. The wind whistled past your helmet and stung your exposed neck; everything felt faster on a motorcycle. Even when he was going the speed limit and driving cautiously - as he always did when you rode with him - you felt like you were flying.
As you pulled up to your house, your heart went from soaring to dropping into your stomach. There was already a bike parked in the driveway. Sleek, streaked with black and white, and the last thing you wanted to see right now. The owner stood outside your door, turning and leaning against it when he heard Eddie’s bike pull up. He scowled and whipped his head away from you, sending his white hair splashing against his shoulders.
You weren’t sure what you expected. Dating both of them would inevitably lead to an encounter, no matter how careful you were. And truthfully, you hadn’t been all that careful or paid too much attention to keeping them apart. You’d even told Volt he was welcome anytime - which directly led to this situation.
They knew about each other from the beginning, of course. You hadn’t lied to anyone. Perhaps their willingness to both date you had led to complacency? Sometimes you forgot just how much bad blood was between them; that they were exes, rivals, men who vehemently hated each other. They were in rival biker gangs, for fuck’s sake. You had no idea how you were able to forget such vital information.
Eddie cut the motor and you carefully took your helmet off, holding it under your arm as you fished for your keys in your pocket. You gave Volt the best smile you could as you walked to the door. You also turned back and waved Eddie on; he’d still been seated on his bike with his helmet on, unsure of what to do.
“Come in, both of you,” you said as cheerfully as you could manage.
“Volt,” Eddie said flatly…as a greeting, maybe?
“Eddie,” Volt said in the same tone.
You got the door unlocked but the two men were in a silent standoff. Volt had stepped forward, shielding you from Eddie’s view. Meanwhile Eddie had taken his helmet off and begun walking up the driveway.
“Move,” Eddie said, widening his stance as though he was about to punch Volt. It wouldn’t have been the first time.
“Make me,” Volt hissed back.
“Boys,” you chided, “get inside. Now.” For a moment they looked like they were going to continue posturing in the driveway but you grabbed Volt’s arm and pushed him inside, reaching for Eddie next. He dodged you and walked inside of his own volition.
“Hey!” You said, catching Eddie by the back of the collar as he tried to walk into the living room. “Shoes off. You know that.”
He grumbled something unintelligible and leaned down to untie his boots. Volt, who’d done so from the start, smirked at him.
“Always looking for shortcuts, eh, Eds?” Volt shot at him.
“Only to get away from you,” Eddie shot back.
It was clear that unless you put your foot down, they were going to do everything they could to one-up each other.
“Both of you need to behave,” you snapped at them, “I’m already tired of your little jabs at each other.”
“Certainly not tired of when I jab you with my–” Volt said and you reached out to cover his mouth.
“I swear to god, the next person to make a sarcastic little quip I won’t fuck for a week.”
That shut them both up.
“Now,” you said after enjoying the silence for a few moments, “Are you going to fight over the television while I make dinner?”
“No,” Volt said.
“Yes,” Eddie said simultaneously, trying to be honest.
“Just try to behave,” you said, already exhausted at their antics, “Go sit down and I'll have dinner ready soon.”
They went without complaint, which you were thankful for. They were being quite subdued for hating each other - you chalked this up to each wanting to be the “good one.” They wanted to win your favor more than they wanted to piss off the other.
As far as you knew, today was the most civil they’d been to each other for years. You were aware, however, that things could still go south quickly.
The kitchen was far enough from the living room that you couldn’t hear them clearly - unless they raised their voices. Thankfully, the minutes passed without that occurring. You heard only the vague sounds of the television and low voices.
You roasted some vegetables, heated up some chicken, and made some spaghetti - not the fanciest dinner in the world, but good enough for someone who wasn’t exactly a chef.
As you stirred the pasta, your mind whirled with thoughts about the men. Though you had decidedly not planned this meeting, there was no reason you couldn’t use it for your benefit. Despite being enemies, you could see them dancing around each other; you guessed it had been going on for years, ever since the brutal split that broke apart not only their former biker group but their love. They postured and fought in public but there were signs that they’d never quite gotten over each other.
You could use this opportunity to force the two of them to work together in hopes of reminding them of their partnership. You formed a wicked idea of how to make them collaborate; you tried to tamp down your smile as you still had to get through dinner.
You brought three bowls to the living room and gave them to the boys, who were pointedly not looking at each other. There was a home renovation show on, which was at least neutral enough that they wouldn't fight over it.
Once you were all done eating, you decided to test the tension in the air.
“So…are we going to talk about this?”
“What is there to talk about?” Eddie asked acerbically, “You want us both and you're irresistible enough that we don't want to say no to you.”
“And it doesn't have anything to do with you wanting to get back together?” you probed.
Volt scoffed. “I can certainly do better than him. Hence why I got with you.”
You were tired of the charade.
“I've seen the way you look at each other when you think no one is watching. I've heard you call out each other's names in your dreams. I've seen you blush when I talk about the other one. So are we talking about this now, or in the morning over breakfast wearing each other's clothes?”
“Who said we have to have clothes on?” Volt said, winking. Eddie rolled his eyes.
“Not happening,” he said simply.
“Look,” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose, “You both agreed to let me fuck both of you. Mortal enemies don't do that.”
“Looks like we did,” Eddie said.
“I don't believe you,” you said, “and I'm going to prove it.”
They both looked at you skeptically. You stood up and brought your dishes to the kitchen. They did the same, following you like lost puppies. You hid a smile - things were going exactly according to your new plan. They followed you upstairs, into your bedroom, pausing only when you sat down on a plush chair in the corner of the room.
“You have to work together to make me cum,” you said, revealing your plan to force cooperation.
“What?” Eddie asked, baffled, while Volt just looked shocked. They hadn’t known what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this.
“I mean you're both here and I'm not picking one of you. If either one of you wants to make me cum, you have to work together.”
You smirked and stood up, shedding your jeans and panties, then lounged in the chair with your legs spread.
Both men stared at your cunt and then, cartoonishly, at each other and back again. Neither wanted to be the first one to break. Neither one could resist you. Neither wanted to be last to the party.
It was with a spirit of competition that they both dove into you, pulling moans from you like you were being unraveled. It wasn't clear you weren't being unraveled; both of them wanted to be the first to bring you to your climax, despite your insistence on teamwork.
Their tongues took you apart, licking over your clit like a treasure to be cherished, dipping into you like a pot of honey. You mindlessly reached down and threaded your hands into their hair. One hand in black hair, one hand in white hair, pushing them both where you needed them most.
Amidst your pleasure, a wicked idea formed. You curled your fingers, leaving you with handfuls of hair, then turned your hands, forcing the men to face each other.
You expected them to pull away, put up a fuss, yell at you - you expected anything except what happened. Their lips met smoothly, as though it hadn't been years, and you heard Volt whimper as Eddie nipped at his bottom lip. You watched in awe as the two moved against each other as though they were made to be a set.
After a kiss that was much too short for your taste, they broke away, both of them blushing bright red. They looked at each other, then you; no one was sure how to respond.
“Again, boys,” you rasped out, “Please. For me.”
That was all it took for them to fall into another kiss, much more heated than the previous one. You let go of their hair and your hands were replaced with their own; Volt pulled a handful of Eddie's hair, yanking a groan from the man's mouth which Volt happily swallowed.
“Holy shit,” you breathed, watching the two of them devour each other as though they hadn't spent so much time at odds. You desperately wanted in on the kiss but you didn't want to break the spell they seemed to be under. You shifted your weight, leaning forward slightly to get a better look at the gorgeous display in front of you. The movement caught Eddie’s attention and he pulled away from the kiss.
“Hmm? You're not getting away that easily, livewire,” he said, looking at you through half lidded eyes. He dove back into your cunt. You moaned while his lips, still wet from Volt's spit, sucked on your clit.
“I agree,” Volt said, “no one makes me want to fuck my rival and gets away with it.” He gently teased at your entrance with his finger. Even just that motion was heavenly when combined with Eddie's tongue.
“I didn't hear you,” you teased, “did you just say you want to fuck Eddie?”
“Shut up,” Volt said, having turned beet red, “let's hear you laugh through this.”
He sank a finger into you, crooking it expertly; you cried out and writhed under his ministrations. Indeed, there was no possibility of you laughing while white hot pleasure bloomed inside you and across your vision.
Eddie’s tongue stopped moving against you as he leaned back. At the same moment you heard an unexpected groan from Volt. He choked out, “Not fair.” You glanced down to see that Eddie had taken two fingers on Volt’s other hand into his mouth and was now sucking and licking them. He was making intense eye contact with Volt, daring him to look away. Neither did.
In any other circumstances, you might be upset at the lack of attention. But here, now, this was everything you wanted. Your hand ghosted down your body, tracing circles around your clit where Eddie had left off.
“Livewire,” Volt managed to gasp out. “Can you take us both at the same time? Want to feel his cock throb while I'm buried in your cunt.”
“Mm, yes, please,” you said, moving your fingers faster at the thought alone. “Go lay on the bed, baby.”
Volt didn't move at first, still enraptured by the simple motion of Eddie sucking on his fingers. But eventually the thought of your cunt won out and he pulled away with a whine and a pop of his fingers out of Eddie's mouth. He reluctantly stood up then leaned down to kiss you sweetly.
Eddie took the opportunity to dive back in solo. He gently moved your hand away and replaced it with his tongue, moving much more fiercely than earlier. You cried out, arching your back against his face.
Once again, your growing orgasm was interrupted by Eddie stopping. But this time it wasn't of his own accord; long, pale fingers had wound themselves through his hair and pulled him away from your cunt.
“Eddison,” Volt said chastisingly, “You heard them. We have to work together to make them cum.”
“But I want to feel them clench around my tongue,” Eddie said, nearly whining.
“Fuck, just make up your minds, you're killing me,” you said, sliding two fingers into yourself out of spite. Volt damn near growled at the sight then dropped to his knees.
“No partner of mine is going to be forced to please themselves,” he said, grabbing your hand and sliding your fingers out gently, replacing them with two of his own. “Eds, can you take care of their clit and I'll prep their holes?”
“Gladly,” Eddie said, going back to his interrupted meal and leaving you arching your back again. Volt got up, grabbed the lube from your bedside table drawer, and settled back down on his knees in front of you.
A moment later you felt two fingers, then three, at your entrance. Volt pressed inside and scissored his fingers until he deemed you prepped in that regard. He took the time to crook his fingers, rubbing against the particular spot that made you see stars. You whined and squirmed; he smirked as he withdrew his fingers.
You gasped as you felt his finger, cold with lube, probe at your ass. He was assisted by your own lube that was dripping down, thanks in large part to Eddie's focus on your clit.
Still, it took time and care to gently ease the first finger in. Just as Volt reached the last knuckle, Eddie's movements were becoming too much, you felt yourself climbing–
And he pulled away.
“Not yet, babydoll,” Eddie said, his mouth just a breath from where you needed him.
“Ugh,” you whined, “Please?”
“Not until Volt says so,” Eddie said.
“Are you going to tease me until then?”
“What do you think?” he asked, smiling wolfishly.
He returned to little kitten licks to your clit as Volt crooked his finger again. You gasped and jolted but they each had a hand on the underside of your thigh, pinning you in place and leaving you unable to move much at all.
Finally Eddie resumed partially-satisfying broad licks to your clit, right as Volt coated a second finger in lube and began to push both into you. The deeper he sank, the faster Eddie moved, until Volt was scissoring his fingers apart and you were nearly ready to cum on Eddie's tongue again.
But just like last time, the bastard stopped.
“I changed my mind, I don't like you two working together,” you mumbled. You tried to hook your ankle behind Eddie's head and press him against your cunt but he quickly caught your ankle and held it down instead.
“Too late, livewire,” Volt said, smirking, “besides, doesn't this make it easier to take?”
You had to admit he was right. You'd barely felt any stretch or burn, you'd been too focused on what Eddie was doing.
“I guess,” you said begrudgingly, “but will you let me cum when you have three fingers in?”
“Yup,” Eddie said, restarting his ministrations. “That's the plan. Are you calmed down enough that I can start again?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” you grumbled. But at that moment, Volt crooked his fingers and you cried out at the sensation. Feeling him rub against that sweet spot through your walls was something you'd never experienced before. And now that you had, you never wanted it to end.
Amp, how good would it feel to have them both inside you? You were going to find out soon and you suspected it might rewire your brain.
You were climbing again, inching towards your climax as Eddie devoured you. You consciously tried to relax as Volt nudged three fingers against your hole but your mind was mostly with your clit. You felt him press inside but you could barely feel the stretch. You were blissed out, fighting against Eddie's hold to try to rock your cunt against his face. But he held you firmly down which drove you crazy in its own right.
Eddie must have been watching Volt; the former’s movements sped up as the latter eased in the third finger.
The swirl of his tongue, the sucking of your clit, the way he'd dip his tongue into your cunt to taste you properly. It all built up and you were finally, finally allowed to reach your peak. With damn near a scream you came on Eddie's face with Volt's fingers in your ass.
“There you go, livewire,” Eddie said, looking pleased, “Fully prepped you and you barely felt it, right?”
“Right,” you admitted. You were aiming for ‘begrudging’ but the effect was dulled by your still-heaving breath as you recovered from your orgasm.
“I don’t quite think it’s fair that you get to taste them,” Volt complained, crooking his fingers and making you moan. “Can I get a turn?”
“I thought you wanted to fuck me?” you ask-answered. Your mind was truthfully on his fingers and not on his words.
“Hmm, that too,” Volt said, dipping his head down to kiss you gently, “can you blame me for not making up my mind? Look at you, I want every part of you.”
“You get their cunt,” Eddie replied, “Or are you going to go back on your word again?”
“Stop fighting and fuck me already,” you said, annoyed that he was bringing up the past now. You whined as Volt pulled his fingers out - you were worried that Eddie had just spoiled the mood irrevocably. Until you looked up at Volt’s face to see hunger, not anger, in his expression.
Before you knew it, you were letting out a yelp as Eddie picked you up from the chair, scooping you up with his arms under your knees and at your back. He smirked down at you as you scrambled to loop your arms around his neck to hold on.
“Put me down!” you said, more out of surprise than discomfort with the situation. Eddie ignored you, nodding his head at Volt. The latter laid back on the bed, lazily stroking his cock. He smiled wolfishly at you and you felt, not for the first time, like you were completely at their mercy.
“Ready for them, Volt?” Eddie asked, bringing you over to the side of the bed.
“Of course, darlings,” Volt said smoothly, reaching out for you. You couldn’t hide your smile at the plural in his affection. Eddie rolled his eyes but you caught the ghost of a smile on his face, as well.
“Here, livewire, let me just–” Eddie said as he lowered you gently onto the bed. You sat up and scooted over to where Volt was laying, still looking like the cat who got the cream.
“Come here, baby,” Volt said, holding his arms out to you.
You threw your leg over and straddled his small waist, feeling his cock pressed against your ass. You leaned down and gave him a long, slow kiss. Smiling, you sucked on his lower lip and drew a moan out of him. Your teeth tugged lightly, earning another gasp before you felt his hands on your waist.
“I'm going to lose my mind if I don't fuck you right this moment,” Volt murmured, pressing your waist back and down against him.
“Yeah, yeah, I'm going,” you said jokingly and sat up on your knees. You reached below yourself and lined up his cock, teasing it against your cunt and enjoying his whimpers. He held his hands limply on your waist, desperate to fuck you but unwilling to rush.
You took your time sinking down on his cock, whimpering for every centimeter that pressed inside you.
“Fuuuck,” Volt said, drawing out the word as you slowly moved against him.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Eddie said, standing back and watching Volt’s cock disappear into you. Like Volt, he was desperate for you but determined to let you go at your own pace. His eyes followed your hips until they were flush against Volt’s.
“Then get on this bed and fuck me already,” you said. You sat mostly still, trying to adapt to Volt’s size, but you couldn’t stop yourself from rocking your hips. The slight motion pulled a groan from the man under you and Eddie licked his lips at the sight of you two.
“That, I can do,” he murmured, grabbing the lube from where Volt had left it near the chair. He flicked open the bottle and poured some into his hand, hissing when he spread it over his cock.
Eddie climbed into the bed and knelt behind you, gently pushing your shoulders until you were leaning forward against Volt.
“You have to tell me if it hurts, okay, spark?” Eddie said. You could hear the worry and care in his voice and it made your heart swell.
“I will, I promise, please just fuck me,” you pleaded.
With no further warning you felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against your hole. He was gentle but insistent the way he continued pressing further in, even as you sucked in a breath at the new pressure.
“Are you okay?” he said worriedly, having paused at your sound.
“I’m okay,” you confirmed, “just feels tight. Go slow but for fuck’s sake, don’t stop.”
He was true to his word. He pressed forward inch by inch and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes at the sensation. Volt kissed them away, peppering kisses all over your face as he tried to hold himself still for you. You could tell by the way his hips were straining that he was fighting against himself to keep still. You pressed your lips to his, a silent thanks for his consideration, and he immediately began licking into your mouth, teasing the roof of your mouth with the tip of his tongue.
The further Eddie pressed into you, the more it felt like you were being split in two. You were so blissed out you weren’t sure you’d mind that.
Finally, they were both fully seated inside you and you were in heaven.
“Please,” you gasped out, “Please, move. Fuck me.”
“God, I love how desperate you sound,” Volt said, smirking up at you.
Volt moved first, shifting his hips down and pulling out of you almost entirely. You didn’t even have time to miss him before he thrust back into you, taking your breath away with the power of it. Before you could catch your breath Eddie was copying his motion, removing then returning that heavenly stretch.
They began a rhythm you could barely stand; every moment they moved faster, harder, pounding into you and making gorgeous sounds. You buried your face in Volt’s neck and whimpered, no thoughts in your head besides their cocks.
You were shaken out of your blissed-out state when you heard the unmistakable sound of lips meeting. You craned your head to the side to see that Eddie and Volt were making out. It looked so natural, so right; they fit together like puzzle pieces. When Eddie licked, Volt bit, in a back-and-forth you could watch forever.
You weren't sure how long passed in that blissful state of being fucked within an inch of your life. You could tell your noises were becoming more and more debauched, more and more feral. Volt moaned into Eddie's mouth when you sunk your teeth into his shoulder, unable to express your pleasure any other way. You were rocking your hips to their rhythm, desperately trying to get the most out of each thrust.
As the pressure rose in your core, your eyes rolled back then fluttered closed. You knew you were getting close and you were desperate hoping they were, too. You wanted nothing more than to feel them fill you up as you reached your peak.
“‘m close,” you said. “Please–fuck–please cum in me.”
“Right with you, babydoll,” Eddie grunted. He was starting to lose his rhythm, thrusting more erratically. Volt was managing to keep a steady rhythm but you noticed he was thrusting harder and harder as though he was getting more desperate.
It was a well-aimed thrust by Eddie that finally sent you over the edge. With damn near a scream you reached your peak. You felt both your holes clench tightly around their cocks and they groaned in sync.
Moments later they came simultaneously, releasing white and a heavenly heat into both your holes. They grunted, nearly growled, as they did so. Eddie stilled immediately, buried as deep as he could possibly be. However, Volt continued thrusting, steadily slowing down until he, too, was simply seated deep inside you.
You whimpered as they pulled out of you; first Eddie, then Volt, both gentle and slow. Eddie moved off of you and sat on the edge of the bed. You felt boneless, laying on top of Volt with no intention of moving.
The boys, however, had a different plan for you.
“Let’s clean them up,” Eddie said with a wicked smile. Volt paused for a moment then seemed to catch his drift, looking wolfishly at you.
“Can you turn over for me, livewire?” Volt asked. You simply grumbled in response, completely spent. You were so tired you didn’t particularly care what they were up to.
“Then we can do this the hard way,” he said. Before you had a chance to ask what he meant, he was gripping your waist and rolling over. You ended up on your back, having not moved a muscle.
Eddie was next to grab your waist. But this time he pulled you towards the end of the bed until your lower legs were hanging off. When he knelt down, it dawned on you what they’d meant by ‘cleaning you up’.
Eddie licked a long stripe up your cunt, sending a shock of pleasure-pain through you. You were overstimulated but at that point the pleasure still outweighed the discomfort. He began licking at your entrance specifically, lapping up Volt’s cum. The feeling was nearly unbearable. His arms snaked around the outside of your thighs, pinning your hips in place as you squirmed.
That position was short-lived as Volt knelt beside Eddie, nudging his arm out of the way so he had access to your cunt. Eddie conceded and let go of your thigh with his right arm but kept a firm grip with his left.
The two began both lavishing attention on your cunt. The sensation of both their mouths licking, sucking, lapping - it was entirely overwhelming. You were incredibly grateful when they paused for a heated kiss.
But soon they were back on you. They were each desperately licking at the other’s release, all but scooping it out with their tongues, and clearly relishing the taste. At the same time, they were essentially worshipping your clit, licking and sucking insistently. The feeling of two tongues on your already oversensitive clit was driving you to yet another orgasm, which you hadn’t thought was possible.
But it seemed it was going to happen. You felt the familiar spring tightening in your gut as they continued taking you apart. You squirmed against their hold on you but only succeeded in grinding your cunt against their tongues. You heard and felt Eddie chuckle against you; you had half a mind to curse his grip but fuck did it feel good. Even through the aching pain of overstimulation.
Seemingly mere moments later, you were climbing towards your peak, now intentionally grinding your cunt against their tongues. They were giving attention to everything - your holes, still dripping with their release; your clit, aching and throbbing; and each other’s tongues, occasionally drawn into a heated kiss.
You finally tipped over the edge as they both lapped at your clit, tongues slick with cum. You didn’t have the energy to scream; you merely whimpered and squirmed. If you’d been holding any part of yourself up you would’ve collapsed. As it was, you merely sunk further into the bed, feeling infinitely more spent than earlier.
“That was fucking hot,” Volt summarized after licking his lips.
“We can agree on that, at least,” Eddie said with a wry smile.
At least an hour later, all three of you had showered and gotten comfortable in bed. In fact, Eddie and Volt were asleep next to you. You propped yourself up on your elbow and gazed at them. When they’d gone to bed, they were on opposite sides of the mattress, clearly intending for you to sleep between them. But you’d gone to bed last, having cleaned up the kitchen. In that time, they’d inched towards each other until Eddie’s chest was flush against Volt’s back. The former was snoring softly and the latter was simply taking deep, regular breaths. Their hair intertwined on the pillow, leaving a mess of white and black.
You knew you’d have to discuss this all in the morning. But for now, you simply relished the moment. The beautiful men before you looked so soft, so safe. And for now, that was enough.