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Eddie was usually expert at determining the right time to cut you off for the night. He had spent so many evenings with you sat on the other side of the bar from him that at this point, even when you were all the way across the club like you were tonight, tucked into your VIP booth, he could still pick out all your tell-tale signs: the gloss of your eyes, the slur of your words, the flush of your cheeks, the way your movements stuttered ever so slightly as you approached the cusp between tipsy and drunk. It had become a sort of sixth sense for him, detecting when you were at imminent risk of a brutal hangover, and he was more than comfortable drawing that line—even if it made you pout and give him those big, pleading eyes he was so weak to.

It was worth it in the long run, he’d remind himself. You’d thank him in the morning; you always did.

Tonight, you had already reached that point, and he had cut you off a good hour ago. It was a familiar song and dance—you had come up to the bar with your empty glass, given him a cute little smile, and asked for just one more, Eddie, please? and he had said no, you’d had enough, and you had protested, and he had simply handed you a glass of water with a shrug and a smirk, and you had harrumphed and wandered back to the booth where you were talking to Betty and Ben-Hwa, sulking for all of five seconds until you forgot that you were pretending to be upset, drawn back into their conversation.

It had brought a little fond smile to his face at the time, seeing you sitting there giggling like a teenager while you chatted away. He felt somewhat differently, however, now that Volt had filled him in on the contents of your conversation.

Shortly after Eddie had cut you off, Volt had appeared behind the bar during a lull and wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning down to his ear to playfully inquire, “Are you aware of what our live wire is currently up to?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Besides talking?”

Volt huffed out a laugh. “They certainly are talking, yes. I was more curious, though, if you knew the subject of their conversation, dear.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, turning to face his partner, taking in the hint of a blush dusting his cheekbones. It had been a long enough night already without Volt deciding to be cryptic. “Out with it, Volt,” he prompted, crossing his arms over his chest.

Volt’s gaze sobered, but only fractionally. There were no other objects close to the bar at the moment, but still he kept his volume low, ensuring no one would overhear as he conspiratorially admitted, “It appears they’re discussing the time they spend in our bed… in great detail, no less.”

Eddie felt the blood rush to his face as he blinked up at Volt. They were talking about—“What?”

Volt chuckled. “‘What’ indeed. Imagine my surprise when I first walked by their table and caught whispers of their discussion.”

Eddie struggled to keep his eyes on Volt’s as his mind raced with questions. Why were you talking about your sex life with—oh. Yeah, given your conversation partners, that made a lot of sense, actually. But for fuck’s sake, in their bar? Couldn’t you have held off talking about… whatever you were talking about, at least until you and the dangerous duo were back in your bedroom?

He cleared his throat, blinking away his thoughts. His gaze couldn’t help but wander to you, still chattering away in your booth. He was pretty sure he’d cut you off before you were drunk—or at least before you were drunk enough to justify that kind of conversation. “They haven’t even had that much to drink,” he mumbled.

Volt hummed in acknowledgement. “No, they seem to be perfectly lucid,” he agreed, “which makes it all the more surprising the things they’re saying.”

Eddie bit his lip, turning back to meet Volt’s gaze. “And… what exactly are they saying, Volt?” he asked, doing his best to keep his voice level.

Volt moved to stand directly in front of Eddie, wrapping his arms around his waist and leaning slightly down so that his lips were millimetres from Eddie’s ear. His voice pitched low to reply, “When last I heard, they were positively rhapsodising about your mouth.”

Eddie’s breath hitched. “They’re—oh my god,” he mumbled, flushing even darker as he buried his face in his palms, curling into Volt’s chest. He was almost scared to know, but he couldn’t help asking, “Volt… how much detail are we talking about?”

Again, Volt chuckled, the sound rumbling through Eddie by proximity. “Well, on my way over, I believe I heard them say something about the way it feels when you push the very tip of your tongue beneath their clitoral hood,” he confided.

Eddie let out a disgruntled groan. He couldn’t believe you were comfortable talking that openly about sex with another person—or, rather, people. It was still difficult at times for him to admit his desires to you outside of the comfort of his and Volt’s bedsheets… yet there you were, spilling your guts to your friends—not even just your partners, but friends who had no business in your bedroom, as far as he was concerned—and you were acting like it was easy.

Still, he couldn’t help the way his cock twitched in his pants thinking about it—that apparently, he was so good at taking you apart that you couldn’t help but to brag about him, to divulge to Betty and Ben-Hwa of all people the ways that he made you come apart. It was making him feel some kind of way.

And Volt could tell, damn him. He turned his face to nose into the side of Eddie’s throat, pressing a teasing kiss against his Adam’s apple. “They think very highly of your cock, as well, I must say,” he murmured, each word brushing his lips against Eddie’s sensitive skin.

Doing his best to hide the shiver that knowledge elicited from him, Eddie’s brows furrowed. “Volt,” he chastised, his name coming out just short of a whine. “Stop.”

Volt hummed, the vibrations making Eddie gulp. “Oh, but darling, I don’t think you want me to,” he teased. “I think you like the idea that our live wire is so overwhelmed by pleasure with us that they simply can’t help but to praise you to the others.”

This time, Eddie couldn’t hide his shiver. Fuck, Volt needed to stop talking before Eddie melted into a puddle on the floor.

Because of course he was right; Eddie did. He did like the idea of you telling the others—or at least telling these others—that apparently he was good with his tongue. He did like knowing that you praised his cock even when he wasn’t there to hear it, that all the compliments you paid him when he was inside you were 100% sincere. And fuck, he kind of really liked the idea of you giving Betty and Ben-Hwa the idea that he was good in bed, considering the less than flattering way that most of the other objects in this house seemed to perceive him.

“Perhaps,” Volt continued, still pressing his face into Eddie’s neck, “we ought to give the pair something of a demonstration after we close up tonight. Show them just how warranted our live wire’s praise truly is.”

Eddie felt himself grow harder at the thought. Still, he scowled, finally meeting Volt’s eyes again. “Absolutely not,” he insisted. “It’s none of their business.”

Volt raised an eyebrow, that stupid smirk revealing itself—the one that always spelled trouble but which made Eddie hot under the collar anyway. “Whether or not it’s any of their business need not be the sole motivator, my dear,” he teased, pulling Eddie’s hips microscopically closer to his own. It took everything in Eddie not to groan when he felt their lengths press together and found Volt to be just as excited by this situation as he was.

Still, Eddie was nothing if not stubborn. “I said no,” he insisted. “Now I’m going to go put an end to their conversation, since you don’t seem at all inclined to preserve our privacy. Watch the bar.” With that, he stepped out of Volt’s arms and marched over to your booth, ignoring the way his zip pressed into his swollen cock, feeling Volt’s eyes on his back all the way over.

Eddie had been surprised enough by your choice of subject, but he was even more surprised by the volume at which you were discussing these matters. He was still a few feet away, slowly closing in on your table, when he heard your voice drifting through the air. “…and it feels so good when they fill me up that I end up coming all over again.”

He froze. Were you—did you just—

He heard Ben-Hwa’s laugh, then Betty’s gentle voice saying, “I think that just proves their point, honey.”

You huffed. “I do not have a breeding kink!” you refuted. “I don’t have any desire to get pregnant—or even to risk it. I literally had surgery to prevent it, that’s how much I don’t want it. What I want is for them to fuck me fulla cum and claim me. It’s different.”

“Oh, I see,” Ben-Hwa chuckled. “It’s about ownership. You want them to show you that you belong to them.”

“Yes! Exactly,” you agreed, not a single sign of embarrassment at your admission. You just continued, “And if my holes aren’t dripping cum by the time I leave the club, I’m gonna be mad.”

Eddie felt like he was losing his mind. Was this really happening?! Who were you and what had you done with his sweet little live wire?

Betty giggled. “I can only imagine how enticing you look once they’re done with you,” she sighed, resting her head on her hand, elbow propped against the table.

Ben-Hwa leaned forward, planting their own elbows on the tabletop. “Do they come a lot?” they queried.

You hid your mouth behind your hand for a moment in an attempt to suppress your giggles. “Yeah,” you breathed. “And they’re both hung; they shoot so deep inside me. Their loads are so big that they absolutely flood my cunt; I can feel it the rest of the day when they breed me.”

Eddie couldn’t believe his ears. He had thought he’d known the way you talked about sex, talked about them, but this was an entirely different side of you than he’d seen before. It’s not like what you were expressing was anything new to him—obviously not; clearly you had already articulated these desires to him and Volt—but when you talked about your sexual desires with them, you were so sweet, so bashful about it—and about this desire in particular. Fuck, the first time you had brought it up was forever etched in his brain, the way you had blushed so red, how you could barely maintain eye contact while you pulled at the button of his trousers, how you had told him you didn’t want him to pull out this time, whispered that you wanted to know what it would feel like for him to cum inside you, to fill you up… Now, sitting in that booth and gossiping with Betty and Ben-Hwa, you were so brash, not even a hint of that shy little live wire who had first made that request of him. He felt the blood rushing rapidly to his face.

His tongue felt leaden as he watched you lean further into the table. It felt like you were pulling his heart in with you. “Plus,” you purred, failing to hide your self-satisfied smirk from your co-conspirators, “it’s basically a guarantee that I can get them to fuck me again later on. All I have to do is spread my legs; they both go feral watching their cum drip outta me.”

Eddie couldn’t help his shocked squeak at that revelation. And, just his luck, it seemed the noise was loud enough for your booth to hear, because suddenly, three sets of eyes were staring up at him. At least you had the decency to finally look chagrined; he could say no such thing for Betty and Ben-Hwa, whose eyes were smug as they assessed his flustered state.

“Speak of the devil,” Ben-Hwa drawled, leaning back in the booth. “Were your ears burning? From more than just blushing, that is.”

Betty rolled her eyes at her companion. “Ignore them,” she said, eyes on Eddie. “Did you need something?”

His feet had brought him up to the table of your booth without him realising—he had been too distracted by you, the pretty blush on your cheeks, the low cut of your shirt that he had been trying so hard to ignore all night, the way you had crossed your legs so tightly, thighs pressed together, always a tell-tale sign that you were failing to stave off your arousal. He was still coming to terms with the fact that this conversation was doing something to him; it was far too distracting to know that it was doing something to you, too. He couldn’t possibly hope to come up with an answer for Betty, barely even aware that she’d asked him a question in the first place.

Luckily, it was at that moment that Volt chose to pop up at his side, wrapping his arm securely around his waist, hip pressing against Eddie’s. “Ah, Betty, Ben-Hwa!” he greeted, eyes meeting each of theirs as they processed his arrival. His gaze then fell to yours, and with a little less showmanship, he gently murmured your name. “I assume Eddie here was just warning you all that we’ll be closing soon, yes?”

The way you blinked up at him and Volt made Eddie delirious, your pretty eyes looking like those of a trapped animal as you clearly tried to assess the situation—likely trying to determine if you had been caught or not, if you were in trouble for running your mouth, if they had a punishment in store for you. With the way you looked right now, all he wanted was to spank your ass red to teach you a lesson before he made you come so many times that you would cry tears of pleasure. God, he just wanted to ruin you, audience be damned. Suddenly, Volt’s idea was sounding a lot more appealing.

Your attempt to stutter out some sort of generic non-reply was quelled by Ben-Hwa taking over. “Was he, now?” they asked. “Well, I suppose that’s as good an excuse as any to eye-fuck the homeowner, isn’t it?”

Eddie stuttered, flushing an impossibly deeper red. “I wasn’t eye-fucking the homeowner,” he insisted, scowling at Ben-Hwa and crossing his arms over his chest. From their resulting laugh, though, he feared he looked a little less authoritative than he’d intended and a little more like a petulant schoolchild.

“Oh, of course,” Ben-Hwa replied, voice dripping sarcasm. “And your gaze lingered for so long on their thighs because you like the pattern of their pants, I’m sure.”

“Now, now,” Volt cut in, “no need to needle our dear bartender. He already has his hands plenty full between the human and me…” His eyes met yours in a challenge, a single brow raised. “Wouldn’t you agree, live wire?”

Eddie watched the cogs in your brain turn as you realised that you were, in fact, caught, gulping. “Y-yeah,” you admitted quietly, pupils blown wide and flickering between his and Volt’s eyes, struggling to decide whose to settle on. It made Eddie practically drool to see you looking up at them like that, made him think of how beautiful you always looked on your knees taking one of their cocks down your throat, the way your eyes would gloss over and you would turn to putty for them to mould. Fuck, he was far too tempted to take you then and there. Those eyes of yours were dangerous.

Betty quietly cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention to her. “Is that your way of asking us to leave, Volt?” she inquired.

Volt turned to Eddie, catching his gaze. He raised a brow.

Eddie took a moment to assess. He certainly liked the idea of fucking you in front of the others, at least now that he was standing here… but was he sure he’d be comfortable with it in practice?

It wasn’t a new concept; you’d shared your exhibitionist fantasies with Eddie and Volt in the past. The three of you had just never acted on them. It was partially due to the logistics of finding the right people, the right time, the right circumstances… but if Eddie was being honest, it was mostly because he wasn’t sure he’d be comfortable with anyone else seeing him like that. One of the best things about sex with you and Volt, after all, was that he didn’t need to perform, didn’t need to worry about impressing you; he already knew what you both liked, and he knew you both liked him. He didn’t have that same security with any of the other objects.

But you, you had more or less the entire household falling over themselves trying to win your attention—even though your attention was entirely captured by Eddie and Volt. And, for that matter, so did Volt; Eddie had seen how the other objects watched him when he stood on stage, when he checked on them at their tables, when he glided across the dance floor with you in his arms. You two could truly have your pick of lovers… which made it all the more remarkable to Eddie that you’d both chosen him, continued to choose him time and time again.

He just wasn’t used to that kind of attention, is all. He had gotten pretty used to blending into the background over the years, rarely noticed other than when someone wanted to order a drink or when there were issues with the power. Having people’s eyes on him in the way that he would if he were to fulfill your dreams of exhibitionism, it just made him nervous—not about how he would perform, because he had the utmost confidence that he could satisfy you regardless of the circumstances; by now, he had your body memorised, knew exactly how to bring you the most pleasure possible. No, he was nervous about how the hypothetical audience would evaluate him. Would they like his body? His noises? The way he expressed his pleasure, and the way he brought about yours? Or would they spend the whole time lusting after you and wondering why, of all the objects in the house, you had chosen to settle for him?

And yet… standing here now, in front of Betty and Ben-Hwa, some part of him felt… safe. Because right now, he noticed, they weren’t actually looking at you. No, rather than undressing you with their eyes while they were right in front of him, the way so many other objects did whenever you graced the club with your presence… they were looking at him. And based on the barely-concealed desire on their faces, they seemed to appreciate what they were seeing.

Maybe, Eddie thought, they would be the perfect audience to finally make this dream of yours a reality.

After what felt like a long moment, then, Eddie gave Volt a single small nod. Fuck it, he reckoned; if Betty and Ben-Hwa got to see you looking this good, they might as well see how much better you looked while he was taking you apart.

Volt turned back to Betty. “Actually,” he finally replied, “Eddie and I wondered if you and Ben-Hwa might be interested in staying after hours? I believe our live wire has a private performance planned.” His eyes shot to yours, quirking a brow.

One of the things Eddie most appreciated about you was that, even without having the kind of innate connection that he and Volt shared, you just seemed to understand them. It didn’t surprise him, then, that when Volt gave you that questioning look, you immediately understood what he was suggesting. Eddie heard your breath hitch in your throat as your eyelids fluttered closed, thighs pressing even closer together. In a second, you peeled your eyes open once more, meeting first Volt’s, then Eddie’s as you nodded definitively. “Yes,” you breathed. “I do.”

Ben-Hwa and Betty were now looking at you with intrigue, even as your eyes remained on your boys’. “A performance, you say?” Ben-Hwa repeated. “Well, colour me intrigued.”

Betty batted her eyelashes up at Volt. “I think we could make the time,” she banted.

Volt grinned, eyes almost threatening in the low light of the corner booth. “An excellent decision, I assure you. In that case, Eddie—” He found his eyes. “shall we announce last call?”

In their lust-addled frenzy, it didn’t take much more than half an hour for Eddie and Volt to clear out the club; still, it felt much too long to Eddie, whose length was straining against the fly of his pants by the time Volt ushered the very last stragglers to the door. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on you, looking so fucking tantalising, still seated in that stupid corner booth, flushed gaze finding his with increasing frequency as more and more objects filed out. He could tell the anticipation was distracting you, too, with the way you squirmed in your seat, biting your lip, eyes going vacant as you contributed less and less to the table’s conversation—all while Betty and Ben-Hwa practically eye-fucked you, the hypocrites. He was almost jealous, but the knowledge that he’d soon have you wrapped around his cock while they could do nothing but watch was more than enough to assuage him… not to mention the sneaky glances that Betty and Ben-Hwa were giving him every now and then when they thought he wasn’t looking, the way Betty’s eyes trailed over his body, the way Ben-Hwa’s lingered at his crotch. Fuck, how much had you talked him up for them to be looking at him like that?

The second Volt locked the door behind the last patron, Eddie was out from behind the bar, towel tossed haphazardly onto the countertop, closing the distance between himself and you in long strides. Once you were within reach, he grabbed you by the arm—perhaps slightly more firmly than was necessary, based on the little gasp you let out—and pulled you to your feet, capturing your bottom lip between his. He had waited too long for this, expended all his patience; he needed you now.

From the way you kissed him back, it seemed you did, too, moaning into his mouth and squeezing your thighs together as you clung to his shoulders.

“So beautiful, live wire,” Volt murmured, appearing behind you. “Such a naughty little thing, gossiping about our cocks right in front of us. Did you really think you wouldn’t get caught?”

You whined, nails digging into Eddie’s deltoids. He let you pull back to suck in a heavy breath, and you murmured an apology against his lips: “’m sorry. I just got carried away.”

Volt’s laugh was dark. “I should say so,” he agreed as he pulled your back flush to his chest, pressing his lips to your jugular and his cock into the curve of your ass. “I can’t recall you ever speaking so lewdly around us, my spark. Wherever have you been hiding this side of yourself?”

You whined, eyes slipping shut as you threw your head back against Volt’s shoulder. “’s different with you two,” you whispered.

Taking your chin in his hand, Eddie forced you to look at him. “Different how?” he prompted gently, forcing his voice to stay soft and level.

You bit your lip, trying to pluck the right words from your foggy brain. “Feels more intimate.”

Eddie quirked his brow. “More intimate than telling your friends that we ‘go feral’ seeing our cum leak out of your slutty little holes?” he challenged, bringing his free hand to brush over the crotch of your trousers. He’d done this often enough that he could immediately run a finger over your clit even hidden beneath the multiple layers of fabric, making your thighs quiver as you bit back a moan, squeezing your eyes shut. He could feel how wet you were even through your garments; it made his cock twitch where it was still pressed painfully into his zip.

You took a moment to pull yourself together before replying. “It’s different,” you reiterated. “It’s… With them, it’s just, like… girl talk. But with you…” Your eyes finally opened and returned to Eddie’s. “When I admit it to you, you actually have the power to make it happen.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. He could feel the blood rushing back to his cheeks yet again as he blinked at you, considering your words. Although he wasn’t entirely certain he knew quite what you meant, just hearing you acknowledge their power over you was intoxicating.

Still, he did want to understand, making him all the more grateful when Volt’s gentle voice spoke up to clarify. “I want to make sure I understand what you mean, live wire. Are you saying there’s more pressure with us when you admit to your desires because we’re your sexual partners, rather than simply your friends?”

You nodded, doing your best to meet his eyes over your shoulder. “It doesn’t matter if they’re into what I’m into,” you explained; “they’re not the ones fucking me. But with you two…”

Eddie cupped your cheek in his palm, bringing your eyes back to his. “You know we’ll never judge you for what gets you off, right? Even if it’s not something that does it for us. We want to know what you want, spark.”

You pressed your lips to his in a chaste kiss. “I know,” you reassured him. “That’s why I do tell you. But it still feels different than just… gossiping with Betty and Ben-Hwa.”

At the mention of them, it seemed both you and Eddie remembered you had an audience. Faces red, you both whipped your heads toward the booth where Betty was watching you with a dreamy smile and Ben-Hwa was fixing you with a satisfied stare. “Oh, don’t mind us,” the latter said with a little wave of their hand. “We’re just appreciating this rare display of open communication.”

“So many relationships fail because people are unwilling or unable to have vulnerable conversations,” Betty chimed in, “so it’s nice to see someone doing it right.”

You and Eddie wore matching, bashful smiles. “Told you they were good,” you teased, gently massaging Eddie’s earlobe between your thumb and forefinger.

Eddie’s erection had flagged slightly during your little heart-to-heart, but the rumble in Volt’s deep voice effortlessly brought him back to full mast when he added, “And we intend to prove it,” pulling a chair from a nearby table and placing it just in front of the booth.

Eddie could feel your heartbeat pick back up where your chests were still pressed together. He caught Volt’s eye over your shoulder. “What’d you have in mind for them?”

Volt smirked. “It’s my impression that our live wire spoke quite extensively about the strength of their orgasms at our hands,” he drawled. He trailed his fingertips down your outer thigh. His breath teased over your neck as he added, “Perhaps we ought to demonstrate?”

You trembled in Eddie’s hold. “Volt, please,” you whimpered, head lolling back in an attempt to rest it against Volt’s chest.

He was too quick, though. Fluidly, he stepped out from behind you and gripped Eddie’s bicep, pulling him out of your grasp as well before giving his chest a gentle push, prompting him to sit back in the chair he had pulled up. Before you really had time to process the loss, though, Volt was gently taking your hips in his hands to guide you onto Eddie’s lap, balancing with your back to Eddie’s chest and your knees draped over his, legs spread wide so everyone could see the budding wet patch soaking through your trousers.

Immediately, Eddie’s hands came to soothe you, trailing over your waist in the way that always made you quiver. Meanwhile, Volt settled gracefully on his knees in front of you, tossing his jacket onto a nearby table. “So wet already, my darling,” he teased, eyes trained on your clothed cunt. Without giving you even a moment to think, he was flattening his tongue to glide over your wet patch, flicking over your clit at the top. It seemed he had angled you and Eddie perfectly to keep his own head from blocking Betty and Ben-Hwa’s view, as Eddie found the pair already soaking in the sight of you sandwiched between your boys, the tip of Betty’s index finger trapped between her front teeth, Ben-Hwa wearing a satisfied smirk.

“You have no idea how difficult it’s been to keep my hands off of you this evening, my darling,” Volt cooed, holding your eye contact as he traced his hands up your legs, stopping to massage his thumbs into your inner thighs. “I could scarcely wait see you like this.”

Eddie pressed his lips to your pulse point, making you gasp when his breath blew over your throat. “Couldn’t believe my ears when Volt told me the shit you were saying,” he murmured. “Never would’ve thought my pretty little spark would turn into such a whore, gossiping about our cum with their friends.”

The whine you let out was absolutely pathetic. Your head fell back against Eddie’s shoulder, eyes slipping shut. “Eddie,” you cried. “Fuck.”

Volt rose to his feet and leaned over you, planting a wet kiss to your collarbone before he teased, “With the filthy comments you were making, live wire, I dare say your friends would never believe us if we told them how well you usually behaved when we had you like this.”

You let out a little whimper as Eddie nipped at your neck. “Maybe we just have to show them how good you can be for us,” he murmured into your skin.

An unexpected scoff brought Eddie and Volt’s attention to Ben-Hwa, who had taken to swirling the remnants of their drink around in their cocktail glass, ice clicking against the sides. “Please,” they scoffed. “We already know how good the homeowner is for you; we all see the way they look at you every night when they’re sat at the bar, just a poor, lost puppy desperate for affection.” Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie saw the heat rise to your face; still, Ben-Hwa wasn’t done. They raised a shoulder in a nonchalant shrug, adding, “I for one am much more interested in how good you are to them.”

Beside Ben-Hwa, Betty’s tongue flicked out to wet her lips, staring at the point where Eddie’s hand was now gripping your hip. “How many times can you make them come, I wonder?” she goaded. “Maybe they’ve been exaggerating.”

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat as her words registered. He knew she was deliberately trying to provoke him, but it still made some possessive part of him flare. Even if her doubt wasn’t genuine, he was determined to show her just how wrong she was. His lips pulled into a smirk. “Oh, don’t worry,” he rumbled; “they haven’t.”

Your boys waited not a moment longer, and in a matter of seconds, they had shrugged their vests off and kicked their shoes aside and had tugged your clothing from your frame, leaving you bare in front of the four of them, your knees once again spread open over Eddie’s, this time with nothing to hide the way your folds were already dripping from just their teasing.

Volt was a stronger man than Eddie—even with your cunt practically begging for attention, he still had the presence of mind to remember that this was a performance, and like hell was he going to leave his audience unimpressed. Eddie could only watch, pupils blown wide, as Volt pressed his lips back to your collarbone, sucking a burgundy mark that made you whine and rest your head back against Eddie’s shoulder again, breathily crying out Volt’s name. It did nothing to speed him up; he simply moved his lips down to your chest to suck another mark directly above your nipple, eliciting another whine from you as you writhed on Eddie’s lap. Volt chuckled against your skin, tracing his fingers up and down your thighs in what looked like a soothing manner but which, Eddie suspected, felt like just another form of torture to your overheated body.

Volt carried on this way for what seemed to Eddie—and undoubtedly to you—like an eternity. He was like a cartographer with the precise way he marked his path down your torso, leaving shiny, red marks in his stead as he inched closer and closer to your weeping cunt.

By the time Volt reached your hip, leaving a particularly deep bruise over the bone, Eddie could feel your arousal seeping through his own trousers, dripping from the curve of your ass. He couldn’t blame you, then, for the groan of frustration you let out when instead of finally putting his mouth on your clit, Volt settled on his knees before you and pressed a little kiss to the side of your calf. “Fuck, please,” you whimpered. “Please stop teasing, Volt, please.”

Volt licked a line up your inner thigh, trying and failing to hide his self-satisfied smirk as he went. “But my darling, are we not meant to prove to our guests how good we are for you?” he purred. “I can’t very well do that if I rush things, now can I?”

Eddie’s fingers dug harshly into your sides as he tried to stop himself from just pushing you onto a table and burying his tongue in your hole on Volt’s behalf. He would never understand how his partner had the self-control to deny you when you were literally begging him for mercy—and especially doing so when his face was already so tantalisingly close to your pretty pussy. “Volt…” he warned.

His partner muffled his laughter by sucking a deep purple mark into the plush of your inner thigh, making your legs tremble where they were draped over Eddie’s, the noise that left your mouth absolutely wanton. “Oh darling,” Volt cooed, eyes on yours, “it seems you’ve already gotten to our dear Eddie. I bet he’s absolutely devastated I’m the first to get to taste your release tonight.”

“You won’t be if you don’t hurry the fuck up,” Eddie snapped, eyes trained on where Volt’s fingers were pressed into the sides of your thighs. His impatience didn’t manifest in how he treated you, though, gently nuzzling his nose into the junction of your shoulder and pressing a comforting kiss to your skin as if in apology.

A giggle from Betty drew Eddie’s attention back to the booth. “You two are adorable together,” she commented. “No wonder the human finds it so entertaining to watch you tease each other.”

Somehow, despite all the lewd teasing and salacious comments that you had exchanged with her and Ben-Hwa throughout the night, that was the comment that finally made you blush, grumbling out Betty’s name as you hid your face in your hands. Eddie couldn’t help the little laugh it raised from him, even when you dropped your hands to give him a betrayed pout over your shoulder. “I didn’t think you were gonna gang up on me,” you grumbled, leaning your full weight into Eddie’s chest despite your complaints.

Eddie pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. “You’re just so cute when you’re flustered,” Eddie mumbled into the air between your mouths. You kissed him again to shut him up.

It was then, while you were all thoroughly distracted, that Volt chose to strike.

Your moan was a sound of pure relief when finally, finally Volt buried his face in your cunt, licking up your folds in a wide stripe, wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you closer to his mouth. He immediately began to work over you at a steady but unhurried pace, tongue flicking at your clit, dipping into your hole, dragging your slick onto his taste buds so he could savour it—god, Eddie wished he could taste you. The flavour of your arousal was always so sweet, so decadent; he would spend his whole life with his mouth locked onto your cunt if he could.

And if Volt was being honest, so would he. He was zealous as he lapped at you, making little happy noises into your skin, eyes clouding over with pleasure as he lost himself in you. Your hands flew into his static hair, fingers tingling at the low-level electricity that thrummed through them when you tangled them in his curls. The feeling had Volt nearly purring in satisfaction. You didn’t make any attempts to move him; you just held him where he was, needing something to cling to as he made your hole clench from the overwhelming sensations.

Eddie always loved this position, holding your body against his chest while Volt ate you out, because from this vantage point, he had almost the same angle as you did to watch your partner devour you—a sight that sent even more blood rushing to his cock, pressed into your lower back just firmly enough to be tantalising but not quite hard enough to provide him any relief. It was no secret that Volt was an attractive man, but Eddie would be hard-pressed to think of a circumstance where he looked better than he did on his knees for one of the two of you, lips plump from working you over, wet with your slick or with Eddie’s precum, hips twitching at the lack of stimulation to his own cock.

Briefly, Eddie glanced at your audience. It was clear Betty and Ben-Hwa also appreciated the sight of Volt on his knees, both of them leaning forward onto the table, enraptured by each of his ministrations.

For quite a while, Volt took his time with you, tongue tracing your labia, working circles around your clit, dipping in and out of your hole, all while his thumbs gently stroked the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He would have taken even longer, too, more than happy to spend hours lavishing you with attention, if not for the frantic moan of his name that you let out when, for the first time that night, he sucked your clit into his mouth, your hips rutting desperately against his face to chase the sensation, a tiny burst of slick gushing across his chin. Only then did Volt begin to go down on you with urgency, eyes slipping completely shut as he flicked his tongue over your clit more quickly, more directly. His movements turned relentless, only breaking his rhythm in the brief moments that he dipped his tongue inside your hole to gather more of the slick that was streaming increasingly steadily out from you, or when he paused to suck your clit into his mouth, or when he employed Eddie’s favourite trick and nudged the tip of his tongue ever-so-slightly beneath your clitoral hood, making your hips twitch.

From the noises you were making, Eddie could tell that your peak was rapidly approaching. Each twitch of your hips dragged your ass over his cock, and he could feel pre leaking from his tip at each moan and whimper you let out as you clenched your hand in Volt’s hair, thighs trembling around his handsome face. Fuck, Eddie couldn’t wait to watch you come on his tongue, watch the way he made your cunt gush when he finally sent you barrelling over the edge.

Eddie knew his partner well enough that he could see on Volt’s face the exact moment he decided he was ready for you to come for him. His pace increased nearly imperceptibly as he finally took to flicking his tongue over your clit without distraction, just working over you the exact way he knew you needed in order to come, letting out his own little groans as your slick dripped down his chin to wet his shirt collar.

Your body was tense against Eddie’s as you teetered on the precipice of your orgasm. “More, Volt, please,” you cried, your near-whisper barely audible above the sound of Volt lapping at you.

Eddie was sure you felt Volt’s chuckle against your cunt, the puffs of his breath making your clit visibly twitch. “Now, now, live wire,” he teased, bottom lip brushing against your clit with every syllable. “You don’t need more than this to come, and we both know it. Now, just relax. Let yourself go.” Then, without giving you time to respond, he dove back in.

The desperate, overstimulated sob you let out as you threw your head back against Eddie’s chest was simply too much for him to handle. You looked so gorgeous, so desperate for release as your hips chased Volt’s movements, chest heaving with every breath you took, the hand that wasn’t in Volt’s hair coming to cling to Eddie’s thigh… and, well, Volt was a stronger man than he was.

Eddie took pity on you—even if he couldn’t control what Volt was doing between your legs, he had plenty of tricks up his sleeve that he knew could tip you over the edge like you so clearly craved. Without a second thought, he brought two of his fingers up to your lips. You needed no convincing, immediately drawing them into your mouth, running your tongue over them, wetting them with your saliva in a way that made Eddie feel delirious for you, cock twitching against his fly. You moaned as you ran your tongue over one of his calluses, shoving your hips a little closer to Volt, who was staring up at you in worship while he worked over your clit, lashes fluttering as he struggled to keep his eyes open against the sight.

It was when Eddie pressed his fingers down onto the back of your tongue that you finally came undone with a scream, your release spurting out of your cunt and dribbling down Volt’s chin with each pulse of your hole, his tongue working you through your climax. Eddie was quick to remove his fingers from your mouth to let your sounds ring unfettered in the near-empty club; Volt, though, only pulled away when you began to let out pitiful little whines of overstimulation. He placed a gentle kiss to your clit and licked a final stripe up your cunt, letting himself enjoy one last taste of your slick before he stood back up on shaky legs, looking completely pussy drunk as his eyes trailed over your body, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.

There was a moment of quiet while you and Volt both caught your breath. It was Betty who eventually broke it. “Wow,” she breathed, hiding a giggle behind the palm of her hand. “They really didn’t exaggerate, huh?”

The smirk Volt gave her came across as much less suave than usual, what with your cum still dripping down his neck and his eyes still half-fogged over with his own pleasure. Still, he boasted, “You should see them come on our cocks.”

“And they will,” Eddie interrupted, drawing Volt’s eyes to his, “as soon as I’ve had a taste. Swap.”

Even as fucked out as he already was, Volt still managed to scoop you into his arms and hold you bridal-style, thumb stroking circles into your flank to calm you as you buried your nose in his neck. Eddie rose to his feet, knees creaking in protest at having sat so still for so long, before he gave Volt a quick nod. The man had to bite his lip to stifle a groan at the way your body trailed over his cock when he sat down in Eddie’s place, reigning himself in with a deep breath before he began to position you on his lap. “You’re doing so well, spark,” he murmured into your ear, tracing his hands up your inner thighs as he parted your knees over his own, adopting the same position as Eddie had—one he was equally fond of. “Such a good little wire for us. You look simply divine when you come undone.”

You whimpered, twisting your torso to nuzzle your face between his pecs. “Volt…” you whined.

Eddie slid his hands up the insides of your legs as he knelt to the ground before you. “It’s true, you know,” he commented, low-pitched and silky smooth, the way he knew always turned you on, struggling to keep the smirk from his face. “Don’t think there’s any prettier view in the world than when you squirt for us.”

The whine of protest you gave him was even louder, and you buried yourself further into Volt’s strong chest. “Eddie!” you scolded. “’s not fair.”

Eddie let the palms of his hands come to cradle the plush of your inner thighs, thumbs following the curve of your body to press into the crease of your groin, just barely brushing against your labia majora. Giving you a little squeeze, he scoffed. “Who said I had to play fair?” And with that, before you could so much as think of arguing, he plunged in.

Eddie was usually a patient man, was usually thrilled to take his time with you—especially when he was granted the privilege of eating you out. Tonight, however, you had all waited far too long. Knowing Volt had already warmed you up, he wasted no time in burying his tongue between your folds, chasing the remnants of your first orgasm as he swallowed your slick, nosing at your clit while he played with your hole, rutting into the air when you tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged him closer. God, Volt was right; you were divine. Everything about you was intoxicating; Eddie could never get enough.

The benefit to being the one to hold you, of course, was that Eddie got to watch Volt’s tongue work over you; the benefit to this arrangement, though, was that Volt was the one who got to talk you through your pleasure, a task for which Eddie felt his partner was uniquely suited. As Eddie brought a single finger to trace between your folds, tongue honing in on your clit, Volt pressed his lips just below your ear and purred, “Oh, live wire… how lucky we are to have you like this. So good for us, so responsive. You look absolutely ravishing pressed between us like this. It’s a wonder we ever manage to make it through a shift with you around without being positively overcome by desire.”

Your cunt gushed slick onto Eddie’s hand as you keened their names. He took the opportunity to carefully slip his middle finger inside your hole, taking it as an invitation to continue when you drove your hips further down onto it and let out another needy moan of his name. He gently crooked his finger against your front wall as he slowly dragged it back out, rubbing deliciously over your sweet spot, the pressure making slick jet out from your cunt and puddle in the palm of his hand. He took a second to nip at your mound, leaving a little pink mark and murmuring a little “so good” into your skin before he returned to flicking his tongue over your clit.

Volt sucked a mark below your ear. “He would do anything to make you come, you know,” he commented, long fingers momentarily brushing over your hand in Eddie’s hair. “He lives to please you. I never see him as happy as I do when you let him taste you like this.”

Despite the colour rushing to your cheeks, you managed to maintain eye contact with Eddie through Volt’s teasing. You were gentle as you brushed the hair from his forehead, lightly scratching your nails against his scalp, making him shiver and let up for a moment at the look on your face. Your eyes were fond, but you clearly had something to say, and he wanted to give you the space to speak.

Your voice was dreamy when you finally did, but that was in stark contrast to the words you chose. “Then you must not be watching close enough,” you said with a brief glance to Volt. Your lips morphed into an impish smirk. “He gets the exact same look in his eyes when your cock’s down his throat.”

It took a second for Eddie’s brain to process what you’d just said, mouth and fingers freezing where they had been working your cunt. Your little chat with Betty and Ben-Hwa must have left you feeling empowered if you were talking back to Volt—and so crudely at that. Though you still looked like their sweet little live wire, you suddenly sounded like the horny gossip he’d found when he’d first approached your booth earlier.

Well, they couldn’t have that, now could they?

Eddie let his teeth drag down your clitoral hood, making you shudder and gasp, eyes sliding shut and head falling back against Volt’s chest. “Acting up for your friends, now, are you?” he growled, working both his index and middle fingers into your hole and immediately driving them into your sweet spot. Each time he prodded at it with his fingertips, your cunt sprayed slick over his hand, your moans turning feral at the direct stimulation. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be a brat right now, live wire.”

With that, he returned his mouth to your cunt, merciless in the way he tongued over your clit, pace fast and relentless, working you the way he knew made your mind fog over with pleasure. Each crook of his fingers was making you gush, slick dripping in rivulets down your ass and thighs to soak into the lap of Volt’s trousers.

Once Volt had regained his wits, he grasped your hips tightly enough to bruise, fingernails digging little half-moons into your skin. “What a naughty little thing you are tonight,” he chided, leaning down to press his lips behind your ear. He nipped at your earlobe, catching it momentarily between his canines and making you cry out in surprise. “It seems we haven’t fucked you into submission yet, hm?” The rare curse sent a shiver through both you and Eddie.

You whined, eyes clamping shut. “’m sorry.”

Volt chuckled into your neck. “Are you, though? Because I think you quite like putting on a show for our guests. I think you’re trying to rile us up on purpose.”

Eddie felt your hole clench around his fingers. Your face flushed somehow even darker, voice hushed when you admitted, “I like it when you put me in my place.”

Eddie couldn’t help groaning into your cunt. Fuck, you were too much. “All you have to do is ask, baby,” he murmured, barely removing himself from your clit to do so. “We’ll show you where you belong.”

Eddie went quickly back to lapping at you; Volt, though, picked up his train of thought. “And where you belong, of course,” he growled, “is on your back, underneath us.”

Nothing could have prepared Eddie for the sheer force of your orgasm. It had your thighs locking around his face, hole clenching around his fingers, clit pulsing against his tongue, obscene quantities of slick running down his arm to saturate the rolled-up sleeve of his dress shirt; had you moaning with abandon, cries echoing off the hardwood floors of the Breaker Box and directly into his ears, desperate wails of his name that had his cock pitifully dribbling precum into his trousers, that had Volt’s hips bucking up into your ass, Betty and Ben-Hwa’s lips parted in desire as they watched you completely fall apart on Eddie’s tongue.

By the time you had come down from the high, you had absolutely soaked Volt’s trousers, your release coming to puddle around the feet of the chair you both occupied.

For a moment, after Eddie dragged his face away from your cunt, everyone’s eyes were trained on you, watching you gasp in lungfuls of air and writhe in Volt’s hold, coming back to your senses.

You pouted when Eddie slipped his fingers from your hole, hips trying to chase him. He didn’t even have it in him to laugh at the display; after the way you’d just fucking exploded for him, the only thing he could think about was burying his cock in you and filling you up with his cum. The urge made him remember the way you’d talked about it with Betty and Ben-Hwa, the way you’d described it as being claimed. Fuck, he wanted to claim you right now.

He spared your audience a glance and was surprised to see that Betty and Ben-Hwa were no longer watching you, but watching him. The former was taking in the way your cum had splattered against his shirt, eyes mapping the damp patches with her lip trapped between her teeth, while the latter stared at Eddie’s mouth, watching your cum drip down his chin with a hand pressed to their chest. Both of them looked like they wanted to devour him. It wasn’t a look he was used to receiving from anyone but you and Volt, and it made his cheeks flush pink.

He turned his attention back to you, finding your pretty eyes staring down at him in absolute bliss, regarding him like he was some kind of god among men. “You’re so fucking good at that, Eddie,” you breathed. “You always make me come so hard.”

Eddie’s eyes slipped shut on a groan. He was fast to open them back up, though, as he begged, “Please, live wire. Please let me fuck you. I need to feel you come on my cock, fuck.”

Volt let out an amused scoff. “What, are we no longer taking turns?” he teased. “You just can’t wait any longer?”

Eddie scowled up at him. He wanted to protest, but, well… Volt was right. The best he could do was an ineffective “shut up,” which just made Volt laugh harder.

You brought your hand down to cup Eddie’s jaw, drawing his eyes back to yours. “Please, Eddie. Put your cock in me,” you whispered, thumb stroking his cheekbone.

He was immediately on his feet, practically tearing his soggy button-up off his frame before he grabbed you under your thighs and lifted you into his arms, your own immediately coming to wrap around his neck and your legs locking around his waist to help keep yourself aloft. There was no need, though; Eddie wasn’t taking you far, depositing you onto the nearest table he could find before he reached for his belt.

“I’m not so sure our guests will have the best angle to watch you if you’re all the way over there, darling,” Volt called, still seated in that chair, his belt and fly now undone but his cock still tucked away.

“Then they can fucking move,” Eddie growled through gritted teeth, shoving his pants and trousers down his legs. He kicked them off to the side along with his socks, leaving him bare before your guests in a way that would usually make him nervous. Right now, though, you were laying back against the table with your hands above your head, legs spread wide and inviting, cunt still wet and shining with your release, practically begging for him to sheathe himself in your heat; your audience was the last thing on his mind.

He took ahold of his cock by the base, pulling his foreskin back from the head before he dragged it between your folds, delighting at the mewl it pulled from your lips and trying to bite back his own desperate sounds. The way his precum and your slick immediately combined, intermixing to coat the both of you, had him practically drooling. Fuck, you looked so good like this, open and waiting for him to fill you up. He needed you.

He didn’t have a chance to ask if you were ready before you wrapped a hand around his bicep. When he looked up from your entrance to meet your gaze, you were biting your lip. “Eddie, please,” you begged, “please don’t tease me; I need you.”

Your cunt accepted him so easily; it was as if you had been carved especially for him. The flutter of your hole around his length, the feeling of your slick dribbling down his balls, the way your hands came around him to claw at his back and tangle in his hair, pulling his head down to press your lips to his before moaning his name against them—Eddie didn’t have the words to even remotely describe how good it all was. He hoped the way he groaned when he bottomed out, burying his face into your neck and grazing his teeth against your pulse point, would be enough to let you know.

You paralleled his actions, pressing your forehead to his shoulder and leaving a kiss to his collarbone. “So big,” you whimpered. “Fuck, you fill me up so good.”

He grunted into your skin. “You ready?” he double-checked, praying the answer was yes.

Your gently scratched your nails against his scalp, making him suck in a shaky breath. “Please fuck me,” you confirmed.

He tried his best to go slow, he really did, but you already sounded so worked up—he was already so worked up—and in the end, the pace he set was unyielding, driving his cock into the depths of your cunt in a way that made you quake beneath him, whining into his neck as you rambled about how good he felt, how big he was, how perfectly he filled you up. You were making the most delicious noises every time the head of his cock pressed into the sweet spot at the back of your vagina, grinding your clit against his hips every time they pressed flush to yours, mewling in pleasure when he brought his hand down and circled his thumb around it so you didn’t have to. You were so fucking tight around him, gripping him like a vice, your walls practically sucking him in. Fuck, you were so good; he fucking loved having you like this.

He was so focused on you that it took him a second to realise that Ben-Hwa was speaking. “…see the pretty little blush on his face from this angle.”

Eddie glanced up. He found that Volt had pulled his chair a little closer to your table, sitting a few steps away from your shoulders, body angled just enough to orient himself toward where you and Eddie were joined together. Betty and Ben-Hwa, too, had pulled up chairs, sitting just slightly further away than Volt was and angled to be the tiniest bit more perpendicular to the pair of you than he, less focused on your junction and more on the broader scene.

Volt was palming his cock over his pants, watching you both with blatant lust. Next to him, Ben-Hwa ran their fingers over the string of beads dangling from their neck, and Betty bit her lip and twirled her hair, both of them watching with half-lidded eyes. When the trio noticed Eddie watching, Betty giggled, wiggling her fingers at him in a little wave. Ben-Hwa raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

Volt’s eyes met Eddie’s as he responded to whatever Ben-Hwa had said. “He makes the most exalted faces when he’s buried inside one of us.”

Eddie flushed, hiding his face in your neck and leaving a little kiss to your jawline. Even though he and Volt had been together for so long that he’d lost track, it was still overwhelming at times to hear the nearly venerating way that Volt spoke about him in these moments—all the more so when his words were geared not as much toward Eddie himself but toward an audience. It made Eddie’s balls pull closer to his body for a moment, his hips grinding against yours, making you moan against him as your cunt spurted, a little cry of “so good; fuck, Eddie” falling from your lips.

Betty hummed in thought, bringing Volt’s attention away from you and Eddie and over to her. “The human never told me Eddie had such a great ass, either,” she remarked with a giggle.

Fuck. It was bad enough that you and Volt were singing his praises; Eddie didn’t think he could handle it if Betty and Ben-Hwa started talking, too. The whimper that clawed its way from his throat was pathetic, and he couldn’t help rutting his cock further into you. It made you gasp out his name again, pressing your face impossibly further into his neck, just making his body heat up even more when you whispered to him, “You feel so good, baby. You’re fucking me so deep.” It sent a shiver down his spine, a keen slipping past his lips.

Watching Eddie’s reaction in satisfaction, Volt leaned slightly closer to Betty with a cocky smirk. “Did they mention his praise kink?” he inquired.

From the corner of his eye, Eddie saw Betty grin cheekily. “You don’t say.”

Volt’s laugh was dark. “You wouldn’t believe how worked up they both get,” he divulged. “And it’s so easy to pay them compliments when they’re both so obedient. They’re absolutely resplendent together.”

It was hard to tell if Eddie’s moan or yours was louder. He felt his cock twitch against your walls, your cunt gushing around him as you drove your hips down into his. “Volt, stop,” you pleaded weakly, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

“Colour, darling?” Volt prompted.

Your grasp in Eddie’s hair tightened the slightest bit, just enough to make Eddie shiver. “Green,” you whispered.

Volt grinned. “I thought so.” He turned to your guests as he said, “I’ve no idea why they both insist on protesting when it’s so clear they both love it. It’s not as if we can’t feel how drenched our live wire gets when we tell them how pretty they are, how hard Eddie’s cock gets when we tell him he’s hitting all the right spots; yet the poor things still get so bashful.”

God, the way he was talking about you both as if you weren’t even there—it was lighting a similar fire in Eddie to the one he’d felt earlier when he’d overheard you doing much the same. He still didn’t know why he found it so hot, but he couldn’t deny it. His hips bucked involuntarily into you, a groan he couldn’t suppress vibrating in your ears; your eyes fluttered shut at the combination of Volt’s words and Eddie’s actions.

Your body shook beneath Eddie as he finally began to rut into you with abandon, chasing both his and your pleasure as your cries mounted in volume, your one hand gripping tighter into his hair while your other scratched its nails down his back as you scrambled for purchase. His thumb at your clit worked over it expeditiously, the movement practically frictionless with how wet you were with slick and precum but still providing just enough pressure to make your cunt tighten around his member, forcing his foreskin to drag over the head of his cock each time he fucked into you. You were both positively delirious with pleasure, raw noises tumbling from your mouths unfiltered.

It wasn’t long before you cried out his name with a warning of your impending orgasm. On a particularly hard thrust, he felt you finally let go, walls fluttering around his cock as slick erupted from your cunt, soaking him in your release while you shuddered, screaming his name, clinging to him. He was right behind you, balls pulling up to his body as he rutted into you one final time. He pressed his hips as close to yours as physically possible as he tipped over the edge, cock pulsing as he emptied his balls into you, hypnotised by the way he could feel his spend pooling at the back of your cunt.

Eddie’s orgasm felt like it lasted an eternity. When he finally came down, it was to the sensation of your fingers petting though the hair at the nape of his neck, whispering little praises and gratitudes into his neck alongside periodic kisses.

He wasn’t sure when Volt had rose to stand beside you two, but he could feel his soft hand tracing his spine. “Beautiful, Eddie,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade. “Absolutely marvellous.”

Eddie pulled out of you with a shudder, letting his head come to rest against your chest, eyelids slipping shut while you continued to play with his hair. “So good, live wire,” he breathed. “Fuck.”

You exhaled shakily. “Love it when you come in me. Love it when you breed me.”

Eddie let out a little grunt, and everyone chose to ignore Ben-Hwa’s snicker. Instead, your eyes found Volt’s, reaching out a hand toward him until he entwined your fingers, bringing your hand to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles. “My good little wire,” he murmured.

You trembled, eyes flitting between Volt’s face and the dark spot on the front of his pants where his cock was straining and leaking precum through the fabric. “Are you gonna take me?” you coaxed, batting your eyelashes up at him even as you struggled to keep him in focus through your blissed-out eyes.

Volt’s chuckle was soft. “Are you sure you can handle any more, spark? You’re looking awfully overwhelmed as it stands.”

You pulled him closer by your joined hands, tugging at him until he pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss. When you let him pull away, you confessed in the space between his lips and yours, “I want you to come in me, too.”

Volt’s eyes closed on a groan. “Amp’s sake, live wire,” he said, pressing another kiss to your lips. “You’re absolutely irresistible, do you know that?” He turned his attention to Eddie, still catching his breath with his head on your chest. “My dearest Eddie, might I—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie interrupted. “I’m movin’.”

It took Eddie a moment to push himself off of you, leaving you with a passionate kiss and one last stroke of his palm down your thigh before he retrieved his pants from the floor. He ignored the way Betty blatantly stared at his swollen, wet cock as he pulled them up his legs and collapsed boneless onto the chair Volt had vacated.

By the time Eddie was seated, Volt had finally stripped the remainder of his clothes, his poor touch-starved cock finally free from its confines. Thick and heavy, it bounced in the air with each step he took as he came to settle between your legs. He hooked an arm under each of your thighs and dragged you so your ass was hanging at the edge of the table, not so far that you might actually fall but just far enough that it would likely feel precarious for you if he wasn’t supporting your weight like this, your knees hooked over his elbows, his hands gripping your thighs.

Volt rubbed his cock teasingly against your clit, forcing his foreskin down to reveal his tip, flushed red and shiny with precum, looking fucking mouth-watering. Eddie was almost tempted to offer up his throat to get Volt nice and wet before he split you open again. He hadn’t expected to have any drive left after you’d practically drained him with your cunt, but watching the way the tiny bit of his cum that had dripped to your entrance was now clinging to the veins of Volt’s cock… fuck, you two were going to be the death of him, he thought, ignoring the way his own cock, not even fully soft yet, twitched in interest.

Volt momentarily let go of one of your legs to line himself up with your entrance, pressing the head against your opening—not firmly enough to breach you, but enough to make you keen and throw your head back against the hard wood of the table. “You want this, darling?” he teased, dragging his tip over your clit, wetting it with his precum.

“Volt, please,” you mewled.

He chuckled. “Yeah? You want me to fuck Eddie’s cum back into you? Want me to pump you full of my own?”

The sound you let out was guttural. “Volt, please,” you sobbed, a single pitiful tear falling from the corner of your eye to trail down your temple. “Please just fuck me, please fuck me, fuck, fuck I need you, Volt, please.”

Even Volt couldn’t deny a plea like that. He slid inside you in one fluid motion, giving you no time to recover before he grabbed your other thigh again and began relentlessly driving his cock into you, tight balls audibly colliding with your ass with each thrust, making slick stream from your poor, sensitive pussy as he angled his hips to make sure he hit all your sweet spots each time he filled you. The noises you were making were barely human at this point, just throaty, animalistic cries of overstimulation as you trembled in Volt’s arms.

The noises Volt was making weren’t all that much better, grunts and groans shooting straight to Eddie’s cock. “You’re immaculate, live wire,” he sighed, digging his fingers into your skin in a way that made you gasp. “Gripping me so well, so wet for me. Such a good little wire, so eager to please. Three orgasms deep and still desperate to make me come for you. Amp, what did I do to deserve you?”

You moaned his name, hand coming down to play with your clit. “Volt, yes. Please.”

The only problem with Volt’s choice of position, in Eddie’s opinion, was that he hadn’t left himself a free hand to play with your clit, and Eddie hated making you work for your release when you were with them. It was hardly a conscious decision, then, when he stood and approached your table, cupping your cheek in his hand and pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of your parted lips. “You want me to touch your clit, baby?” he asked, searching your lust-clouded eyes.

“Please,” you agreed, hand moving from your clit to grab his forearm.

He did. He was at least level-headed enough to remember to step to the side of you and Volt that wouldn’t block your audience’s view, one hand stroking over your hair as the other came to rub at your clit, matching the rhythm Volt set with his hips. It had you whining and panting, hips rutting desperately against Volt’s cock and Eddie’s hand, chasing the sensations as your mind grew even foggier with lust.

Eddie startled at the feeling of a hand in his hair. He turned to find Volt leaning over you to press his lips below Eddie’s ear, sucking a mark there that made Eddie’s eyelashes flutter. “You’re hard again, darling,” he noticed, his breath tickling over the wet patch left behind by his mouth, sending a shiver down Eddie’s spine. He teased, “Was one orgasm not good enough for you?”

Eddie scowled at him. (It wasn’t convincing.) “Shut up,” he muttered.

Volt laughed. “And to think I was going to suggest we make you come again.”

As overstimulated as you were, your neurons were simply not firing as quickly as usual; nevertheless, it seemed Volt’s comment broke through your haze. With your current setup, your eyes were perfectly level with Eddie’s cock, and he watched your face as he saw the exact moment Volt’s words registered, your eyes immediately finding the bulge in his pants. You licked your lips before raising your eyes to Eddie’s, looking up at him so sweetly. “Let me help you?” you offered despite clearly struggling to so much as string together a sentence with Volt still fucking pounding your pussy.

Eddie bit back a groan. “You already did,” he reminded you, ignoring the way his cock twitched in interest at the idea.

You pouted, even while your entire body was still trembling in pleasure. “But you’re hard again,” you argued. He watched as an idea popped into your brain, before you tilted your head back to expose your neck, making Eddie throb in his pants. Your voice was saccharine as you suggested, “You could use my throat?”

Fuck. He had half a mind to be embarrassed at how easily you riled him up, but when you were looking up at him with those doe eyes, still whining with every movement Volt made, it was impossible to resist you. “You have a position in mind, Volt?”

The man didn’t bother answering; pausing his rhythm, he just scooped you into his arms and settled you both on the floor, holding your limp body against his chest and looking at Eddie expectantly, flicking his eyes to the bit of floor behind your back.

Eddie knew what he meant. He tugged his pants back off, quickly grabbed Volt’s jacket from the sidelines, and knelt down, folding the jacket into a makeshift pillow that he set between his slightly-spread knees. When Volt reclined you back, arms again coming around your thighs to keep your ass balanced on his lap, your head fell onto the soft fabric, leaving your mouth lowered just below Eddie’s crotch, head again tilted back to expose the column of your throat.

“It’s okay if you need to tap out,” Eddie reminded you, stroking his thumb over your bottom lip.

“I know,” you confirmed. “Please let me taste you.”

Volt and Eddie pushed into you in tandem, forcing you to moan around the latter’s cock. The vibrations were perfect, and he immediately leaned forward—while being careful not to push too far into your mouth—to bring his fingers back to your clit, wanting to make sure you were feeling just as good as he was. Meanwhile, Volt picked back up exactly where he had left off, driving into you even harder as you moaned and gurgled around Eddie.

As soon as you had regained enough of your wits, you began to suckle at Eddie’s tip, running your tongue through his slit to chase the flavour of his precum, not even trying to build up a rhythm with the way Volt’s thrusts jerked your entire body around anyway. You quickly grew impatient, though; Eddie could tell from the way your hands came to grab at his ass, trying to pull his hips down closer to your face to take him in even deeper.

He tried to look down at your face, buried between his thighs, but it was basically impossible to see you. With a groan, he asked, “You sure, live wire? I don’t want to choke you.”

You answered him in the form of a playful smack to his ass. He rolled his eyes at you but succumbed immediately, beginning to thrust shallowly into your mouth as you clung to the backs of his thighs, going only the slightest bit deeper each time to make sure you had a chance to acclimate.

He heard Betty make a little noise from the sidelines and glanced over to see her leaning into Ben-Hwa’s space. “God, look how wet they are,” she murmured, clearly not directed at the three of you. “They weren’t lying; they really do like this.

Ben-Hwa snickered. “Do you remember that one late night when they came back from the club with puffy lips and a broken choker? That was enough evidence for me.”

Betty giggled. “Good point,” she conceded.

God. Eddie remembered that night vividly. He never did discover what had gotten you so worked up, but from the moment you had stepped into the club, it was clear you had made it your mission to drive him wild with the lingering glances and blatant innuendos you threw at him across the bar. By the time he and Volt had closed up for the night, your arousal had nearly soaked through your pants. You had insisted on sucking him right there in the club, had grabbed him by the ass much as you did tonight to force his length farther into your mouth, hadn’t even noticed when your choker snapped with how absorbed you were in getting him to come down your throat while your teary eyes stared up at him and your horny little noises reverberated through him.

Knowing that even once you’d left them for the night—despite his and Volt’s protests that you should come upstairs, he’d add—you had still looked so fucked out that Betty and Ben-Hwa had noticed… it was honestly kind of dizzying.

A groan brought Eddie’s attention back to Volt, whose pace had somehow amped up even more. “They look so good with their lips around you, Eddie,” he growled, hips snapping harshly against yours. Eddie could tell from the hazy look in his eye and the gravel of his voice that he was getting close. Based on your frail whines around Eddie’s cock and the way slick was jetting out of your cunt to splatter against Volt’s abdomen, it was clear you weren’t far behind.

Eddie felt your throat close around his tip as you swallowed some of his precum. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Fuck, he wasn’t far behind either. “They look good spread open on your cock, too,” he rasped. “’m close.”

At that, he felt you suck even harder at him, fingernails digging into the backs of his thighs. Well, that wouldn’t do; he couldn’t have you worrying about him when you were this close to your own orgasm. Determined to make you come first, he sped up his fingers on your clit, working you in just the way he knew would send you flying over the edge.

It did.

A deluge of slick poured from your cunt as you tensed and shook in ecstasy, absolutely wailing around Eddie’s cock, nearly seising from the pleasure. It was more than enough to trigger Eddie and Volt’s own climaxes. Eddie let out a husky groan as he released straight down your throat, carefully listening to your sounds to make sure you were okay, being met with nothing but lust on your end. Volt, meanwhile, spurted cum into the deepest recesses of your cunt with a pornographic moan, mixing with Eddie’s to paint your insides white, basking in the feeling of your walls pulsing around him as you shook through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

After a moment, Eddie pulled out of your mouth and shuffled back on his knees so he could lay your head in his lap and pet your hair. Volt took to rubbing his hands up and down your sides, making you shiver. For a long while, the three of you stayed like that, catching your breath, just stroking one another’s skin, recovering.

Eventually, Volt leaned over you to press a kiss to your lips, both of you making little overstimulated sounds when it made his cock shift where he was softening inside of you. Eddie watched contentedly as Volt licked into your mouth, making you mewl while his tongue caressed yours, one of your hands coming to tangle in his hair. “So pretty,” Eddie mumbled. “So good for us.”

Volt pressed a final peck to your lips. “Our perfect little live wire,” he agreed, giving you a squeeze where his hands held your waist. “Let us clean you up?”

Your lids were so heavy that your eyes were barely even open at this point, so worn out from your escapades that you would most certainly fall asleep the second they tucked you into their bed for the night. Still, you gave Volt a little nod, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear, the both of you hissing when he pulled out.

Eddie expected his partner to go fetch a rag to wipe you all down; it seemed, however, that Volt had other ideas. He slithered down your body, once again bringing his face level with your cunt, ignoring the startled gasp you let out when he put his mouth around you and sucked. You and Eddie just watched in shock as he pushed his tongue back into your hole, curling it to fucking scoop his and Eddie’s combined cum from your passage, drawing it into his mouth before he sat back up as if nothing was out of the ordinary, leaning over you again and fisting his hand in Eddie’s hair, tilting his head back and quirking an eyebrow expectantly.

Fuck. What the fuck. Eddie couldn’t fucking believe he was doing this in front of an audience. He could feel his cheeks burning in humiliation, even despite the way his body quivered at the thought.

He didn’t have it in him to argue. He just parted his lips and stuck his tongue out, eyes locked on Volt’s.

Volt opened his mouth. Slowly, he let their cum drip from his tongue onto Eddie’s, viscous, salty, still hot from having been inside your body. Two orgasms deep and Eddie finally remembered to be embarrassed at the needy moan he let out at the taste.

With a tiny spit, Volt gifted Eddie the last of their release. Without a moment’s hesitation, Eddie swallowed, eyes fluttering shut with a whimper. It made him jump, then, when he suddenly felt Volt’s lips press to his to exchange a sloppy kiss, Volt’s tongue running over his, chasing the taste of the two of them. He felt absolutely weak with it.

When Volt pulled back from him, Eddie’s eyes slowly peeled open, falling first to the cocky smirk on Volt’s face, then to the appreciative look on yours, bottom lip sandwiched between your teeth.

He was reminded once again of your audience when from behind him, Ben-Hwa purred, “Good boy.”

Eddie shivered, eyes falling shut again. He heard Volt’s bright laugh before the man echoed, “Very good.”

He heard shuffling, then the sound of someone’s joints cracking. “I do believe it’s time for Betty and me to bid you farewell,” Ben-Hwa announced. Their voice was slightly closer to the door when they added, “Thank you for the exhilarating show, boys. It’ll stay with us for a long time, I assure you.”

Betty’s voice was gentler, closer to you and Eddie when she said, “You did marvellously, sweetheart. Thank you for sharing yourself with us so generously.”

Finally, his eyes slid back open. He was surprised to see her looking at both you and him.

She and Ben-Hwa left before Eddie could think of a reply, saying their final goodbyes before Volt re-locked the door behind them. For a moment, he stood, still fully nude, leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest while he took in the two of you, both blinking sleepily up at him, covered in sweat and the fluids from your cunt. With a little smile, he sighed. “I don’t suspect either of you are in any shape to shower tonight, now, are you?”

You gave him a sheepish grin. “I’m honestly not sure I can even stand.”

He chuckled softly. “In the morning, then. Eddie, darling, could you grab a towel while I carry our live wire to bed?”

Volt ascended the stairs ahead of Eddie, cradling you to his chest. As Eddie walked to their bathroom, he watched from the corner of his eye as Volt gently set you down on the mattress, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

After hurriedly cleaning himself up, Eddie returned to the pair of you, holding two clean towels. His gaze was adoring as he took in the way that Volt was playing with your hair, lulling your eyes shut as you took deep, steady breaths.

Volt was delicate but thorough as he wiped the remains of your slick from your thighs, much quicker and less concerned when he scrubbed off his own abdomen. Then, finally, the three of you were able to lay back, your body pressed between theirs as they held you tight.

“Well, live wire?” Volt whispered into your hair. “Was it everything you ever dreamed it would be?”

You breathed a laugh into his chest. “Everything and more.”