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Volt likes to be put together.
He wakes up extra early on nights when there's a match, making sure everything is ready and packed. Styling his hair so its kempt even in its naturally wild state.
Eddie wakes each morning to Volt at the bathroom sink, various creams, cleansers and lotions strewn across the counter, going through the motions of his routine to keep up his appearance. Zipping his jacket to hug his torso and accentuate his waist just right.
Eddie wonders if he purposefully ordered one size too small.
Just as much as he loves being put together, Volt also loves when Eddie reduces him to an utter mess.
Sexual intimacy is at a low with Eddie competing, and it's okay, really. Volt doesn't fantasize about his lover pressing him into the mattress after a long day of training. He doesn't think about whispering sweet nothings into Eddie's ear as he takes such good care of him, fucking into him slow and adding his own marks to the bruising on his torso.
He doesn't—
Volt wastes no time once the locker room door shuts behind them. The gentle hand on Eddie’s lower back turns to fingers digging into his hip, pulling him in, and their lips meet as a groan escapes from Eddie’s throat from the pressure. Volt swallows the sound, pressing light, chaste kisses before desperation fully settles and the other’s back hits the wall.
"You're tense," He whispers when they part, breath ghosting his skin as he dives in again—messy and desperate, finding the corner of his lover's mouth in his haste, though it's short-lived. Eddie has to pry from him, gaze trained on him as he spits his mouth guard into his palm.
Volt swallows hard. "I can help with that—Let me help."
Eddie takes in the statement for a moment, and the silence drums loud in Volt’s ears. The mouth guard is set aside, Volt’s eyes following every movement the other makes.
"Yeah?" Eddie’s palm, still slick with saliva, slots beneath his chin, and Volt’s breath hitches at the closeness. He was too goddamn easy. "Gonna put that pretty mouth to use for me?"
His thumb pushes against his mouth, and Volt peeks his tongue between his lips, tasting the salt of his skin. Just as quickly, Eddie presses the digit into his mouth, and a moan escapes Volt as he eagerly sucks. Eddie clicks his tongue as Volt melts, the taste of iron and Eddie flooding his senses.
Eddie marvels at the sight of him.
Volt's practically trembling already, eyes glazed over with need, anticipation for the other's next move. His tongue swirls against him, as if memorizing his thumbprint. A small gasp escapes him at the prospect of Eddie engraving that same mark into his skin moments later.
"Fuck, Volt," Eddie practically groans, low in his ear, and his hold on Volt's jaw tightens. He hooks his thumb into his bottom teeth, tugging him impossibly closer. Volt lets out a choked, pathetic sound from his throat, and Eddie releases him.
"Bench, now. Lie down." The firmness of the command sends heat straight down Volt's spine, and he nods, crossing the room just as asked. He breathes out shaky as he sits, fixing his gaze solely on Eddie's expression.
This is just what he'd been wanting. What he'd been craving since the moment Eddie had entered the ring.
It wasn't the first time his mind had wandered while the other competed—and it wouldn't be the last.
Volt swipes his tongue over his bottom lip as Eddie approaches him, his usual charm slipping into his expression momentarily. His palms find the other's thighs, fingers curling slowly behind his knee.
"You were perfect out there," He breathes out. It's the first proper sentence he's managed since they entered the locker room. He presses his chin to his knee, looking up at his lover with nothing short of adoration. His fingers slide up to tease under the hems of Eddie's shorts, lifting slowly.
His lips press to the skin, and Eddie nearly short-circuits.
Eddie's restraint is almost non-existent. He threads his fingers into Volt's hair, curling it into his fist, and the other welcomes the small sting of his tug. "On your back, baby." He coos, and Volt is pliant beneath him once more with another parting kiss.
"Good…" Eddie’s voice is rough, strained as he watches Volt lower himself across the bench, noting the slight tremble in his arm as he grips the side. "So eager to please, hm?"
Volt meets his gaze, as Eddie leans over him, hand sliding into the collar of Volt’s jacket. His fingers ghost the back of his neck, trailing upward, and Volt’s lashes flutter from the feeling. Then, hot pressure surges to the middle, Eddie's thumb and forefinger pushing into the muscle, carefully.
"Ah—" He jolts upward slightly, and just barely catches the flash of amusement in Eddie’s gaze.
"Look at you…" He hums, drinking in the sight of Volt’s flushed cheeks, and the already obvious tent in his pants. His thumb rubs circles into Volt’s neck, before the pressure is gone and his fingers card down through his hair instead. Smoothing it over as Volt finally falls into position, making sure none would catch beneath his shoulders. "Comfortable?"
Volt swallows, releasing a trembling breath, "Yes."
Eddie looks him over, unable to fully hide his own arousal. His fingers hook into his shorts, slowly sliding them down. It takes everything for Volt to sit still.
"Couldn't wait 'til we got home…" Eddie murmurs, eyes flickering over the other’s face. "We could be caught—but you want that, don't you?"
Volt's heart races at those words, pressing his thighs together in a pathetic attempt for some relief, and his lover looks down on him in amusement. "Eddie, darling," His hand grips the bench tight enough for his knuckles to turn white. He cranes his neck, "Please."
Eddie's boxers are next. Volt nearly whines at how slow he's being, how tortourous it is to watch as Eddie curls his fist around his cock, groaning out at the contact. Rubbing his thumb across the slit, smearing pre over the tip.
Volt tentatively reaches a hand up, and Eddie's hips stutter under his touch, instinctively thrusting into it when his fingers wrap around him. Eddie hisses out a groan as Volt presses his lips to the base of his cock in a kiss.
"Amp's sake—" Eddie ruts against him as Volt parts his lips, his knee falling to the bench beside Volt's head. "This what you've been needin' all day, spark? Needed something in that pretty mouth of yours?"
He reaches down, pressing his palm down on Volt's jaw to ease his head back once more. He tuts, pulling back as his thumb slots across Volt's bottom lip.
Volt sticks his tongue out in a teasing manner, though hardly has a moment to remark before his lover pushes forward, a whine surging forth as he obediently wraps his lips around Eddie's cock. His back arches slightly off the bench, taking everything the other gives him. Eddie groans when Volt easily swallows around him, grinding into his warmth with newfound fervor.
"Shit—you take me so well," He murmurs, and jolts when Volt teases the length of him with a light graze of his teeth. His eyes flutter, fighting to keep composure. "Doing okay, baby?"
His question is met with the other's hands clinging to his thighs, digging into him with want—a silent plea. Amp, if he could only see the look in Volt's eyes.
Eddie focuses enough to watch the way Volt's chest heaves with a breath through his nose, before he's buried to the hilt and Volt is moaning around him, sending delicious vibration through him.
He's taking him so beautifully. Eddie pauses, grinding slowly as Volt adjusts, eyes rolling back. He's so full. His nose nestles against Eddie's balls, the scent of sweat and iron slipping through, and Volt whines. A low, choked sound from the back of his throat, and Eddie takes it as a suggestion to move.
Volt's struggling against the bench, his hips raising to seek relief that doesn't find him. It's pathetic, really. Eddie pays him no regard as he finds an almost brutal pace, and Volt wishes he could see his blissed out expression. He swallows around him again, just to feel the way Eddie's cock twitches and his hips stutter, a fucked-out moan slipping between a low string of curses.
Saliva collects and slides down his cheeks, mixing with tears and making a mess of his face from the position he's found himself in. His nails dig into the flesh of Eddie's thighs, bruising into him—Volt only has half a mind to feel pride over knowing his mark will be left, before his senses become nothing but Eddie.
Eddie's breath quickens above him, followed by a barely audible "shit"—
Something drips onto Volt's throat, and he jerks beneath Eddie as it slides slowly down his neck. He shivers from the contact, whining when Eddie's thrusts slow.
Eddie pulls back slightly, and Volt breathes in before he's full again, and the other is chanting his name above him like a prayer.
"Volt—" It rolls from Eddie's tongue like a prayer, sending shockwaves through his core, and Volt clings to him like he's his lifeline. Drags his hips impossibly closer as Eddie nearly doubles over in pleasure, gasping as Volt's fingers dig into a spot that has him trembling.
His hand finds purchase just below Volt's jaw, perhaps with a little more force than intended—something to keep him grounded, to keep him from losing it—and he ruts into his heat as his orgasm finally washes over him.
Volt chokes only for a moment with no warning, though he so willingly takes everything Eddie gives him, swallowing around him enough to have him seeing stars. He quivers above Volt, swearing as he rides out his orgasm before pulling out slow.
The sight he's met with is enough to send him downright steaming.
Volt stares up at him, eyes glazed over, and offers a lopsided grin despite working overtime to re-catch his breath. His hair, usually perfectly kempt and tame, now stands in even wilder shape than before. Drool and tears stain his cheeks, lips glisten with saliva, and his eyelids slowly droop with exhaustion.
Volt loves when Eddie reduces him to a complete and utter mess.
Eddie's gaze lands on Volt's throat, where a small pool of blood trails down the side of his neck from his Adam's apple.
Volt shakily slides himself further down the bench, letting out a sigh as the back of his head finds purchase on the cool metal below. His eyes are now shut, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.
Though when Eddie's fingers graze his neck, his eyelids flutter open once more, hazy-eyed and perfectly fucked out. Eddie hums, threading his other hand through Volt's silvery locks.
"You did so well, spark," He murmurs, swiping his thumb across his skin to collect a bead of blood before pressing it to his bottom lip. "Open."
Volt is putty under his touch, blindly following anything Eddie asks of him. His lips part for the other, iron flooding his senses when Eddie's thumb presses into his mouth, smearing crimson over his tongue.
Fuck.
Volt presses his tongue firm against Eddie's skin, tasting the salt of his sweat mixed in. It rolls to the back of his throat, and he swallows thickly, a shiver running down his spine as he releases Eddie's thumb.
Eddie has to bite back a groan, wiping his fingers clean on Volt's jacket before he stands.
"Fuck, Volt…" Heat pools in his groin once more. He hadn't entirely expected Volt to actually do it. Pulling his shorts back up, Eddie looks Volt over once more as the other sits up. His eyes land on his pants, and he coos lowly.
"Oh, spark." Grabbing a clean rag, he wets it in the sink, before stepping between the other's open legs. Volt happily welcomes him, resting his chin on his stomach and wrapping his arms around his torso.
Eddie soothes the cloth over Volt's throat to clean him. "Did you cum just from all that?" The rag finds the corners of Volt's mouth next.
Volt's lips find one of the many bruises that litter Eddie's torso in response—perhaps partially to hide the way his cheeks dust pink at the question.
"Mmm…" Is all he can manage, "Made me feel so good. Thank you."