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“Eddie… Volt, come on, do we have to do this?”

Volt smiles down at you from where he’s standing over your head at the foot of the bed—fully clothed—and pets a hand through your hair. “Come now, live wire. It’s just a bit of fun. Isn’t it one of your amusing human sayings? ‘All good things come to those who wait’? A little delayed gratification never hurts.”

“Volt is right. Plus the trip to the hotel where we’re staying for the conference is only an hour away,” Eddie speaks up from between your legs where he is also, much to your dismay, fully clothed.

His fingers continue to slowly pump in and out of you and you feel delirious. You want his mouth, his cock, even for him to just press his thumb against your clit—something other than this mind-numbingly slow fingering that they’ve made perfectly clear is just for preparation. A feeble whine escapes your lips when Eddie pushes his pinkie finger in alongside the other three he was already torturing you with.

You reach your hand up over your head and grab at Volt’s thigh. “Sunshine, please let me cum. Just once before we go. Ugh, why do we even have to go to this hotel if it’s only an hour away?” You whine.

Volt laughs. “I don’t believe I’m the person you need to be asking, spark. And we’re going to stay at the hotel so we can spend more time with you after the conference each day and less time commuting back and forth. Isn’t that generous of us?”

“I’d call you fucking generous if you’d let me cum before putting the plug in.”

“Do you hear that Eddie?” Volt asks with a mocking air of disbelief. “Our live wire doesn’t think we’re generous! And after we put so much thought into how to keep them entertained during this long car ride.”

Eddie chuckles and thrusts his fingers more roughly into you. They both told you Eddie was going to prep you, put the plug in, and then you’d all set out on the road. And you’re not dumb. You know their game. You know it’s not a regular plug, and that you’ll have to hold it together for the whole car ride while one of them—Volt probably—plays with the vibration settings on it. You were hoping that they’d take things easy on you, but you’re still at home splayed out on your bed, trembling and being edged while Eddie and Volt both grin at you, so any hope you had for the car ride has gone completely out the window.

“Eddie please? I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.”

You see Eddie look up into Volt’s eyes. They don’t exactly share an electrical current now that they’re both human, but there are times where you still realize that—human or not—they’ll always be connected in some ways. Now, while they seem to be silently deciding your fate between themselves, is one of those times.

Eventually, Volt nods. Eddie’s voice drops, low and gravelly the way it does when he’s aroused, when he’s trying to get a reaction out of you. “Well it looks like it’s your lucky day, live wire. Our generosity continues.”

Eddie’s fingers curl up inside you on the next thrust and you’re so wet that the slick dripping out of you makes an audible squelching sound. You don’t even have time to feel self-conscious about it before Eddie is bringing his thumb up to your clit and starts rubbing in harsh circles.

The tightness that had been building in your core over the last few minutes constricts suddenly, and then you’re arching off the bed with your mouth open in a silent scream.

“So fucking pretty. So fucking good,” Eddie mutters, his eyes practically glazed over as he watches your slick gush down over his hand.

Volt continues to pet tenderly through your hair as the pleasure wracks through you, but his eyes are on Eddie, who’s reaching over to the bedside table to grab the vibrating plug. He pulls his hand away from you as you start to catch your breath. You nearly lament the loss, but new heat starts to flood your body as you watch him take his hand drenched in your own cum and lubricate the toy with it.

The plug is pressed into your hole and snugly up against your clit with no further pretense. You gasp at how tightly it fits, despite how much Eddie stretched you out. Volt leaves your side and retrieves a warm, wet washcloth from the bathroom before returning and handing it to Eddie. He doesn’t take it immediately. His eyes are glued to the mess between your thighs and around the base of the plug, and his bottom lip is pulled between his teeth.

Volt places his hand on Eddie’s shoulder and forces the washcloth into his line of sight. “Move along, Eddie. There will be plenty of time for you and your dreadful mouth to make it up to live wire once we’re settled at the hotel.”

Eddie glares up at Volt but takes the washcloth anyway and starts wiping up the remnants of slick between your thighs. You’re content to just lie there and be pampered for a moment until you feel Eddie start to move off the bed. One glance down at his waistline shows he clearly wasn’t unaffected by preparing you for the car ride, but it seems like he’s choosing to ignore his own problems.

For now. Maybe Volt is onto something with all that delayed gratification talk.

Eddie walks into the en suite bathroom to wash his hands and then he’s back by the side of the bed, leaning over it and patting your cheek. “Come on, put some pants on. We’ve got to get going if we want to make check-in on time.”

You groan and stretch over the mattress before sitting up and swinging your legs over the edge. Your breath hitches when the plug tips a little deeper into you, and it makes Eddie’s lips quirk up. “Why do we even have a check-in time today? I thought the conference didn’t start until tomorrow.”

“You mean you haven’t figured it out, spark?” Volt asks as he grabs your bag from the closet. There’s a mischievous sparkle in his bright blue eyes when he faces you. You quirk a brow at him suspiciously.

Eddie grabs your chin and forces you to face him. He then leans down so close your noses are almost touching and whispers, “To fuck with you, obviously.” He kisses you quickly on the lips before stepping away and grabbing the other two bags.

“Are you serious!?”

“More serious than you,” Eddie scoffs, “sitting there on the bed with no pants on when we’re already supposed to be in the car.”

“He’s right, live wire. We’ll meet you downstairs in the car once you’re ready,” Volt adds.

Both of them move out of your bedroom and down the stairs with the luggage, leaving you alone to finish getting ready. A heavy sigh escapes you. You’re overjoyed that they decided to bring you along on their work trip this time. There is some fun in one or both of them being so riled up after having to spend a few days away from you and the house and then returning to ravage you, but the emptiness without them by your side is always so hollow and aching.

You much prefer coming with them. It's nice knowing that even though you won’t be in your own house or your own bed, you’ll only have to miss them for a few hours at a time—like a normal workday. The trade-off is them fucking with you.

Putting a plug in you in the car. Setting a check-in time just to keep you from dragging them back into bed. And of course you have no doubt that they’ll have their way with you at the hotel, but it’s a hotel. You’ll have to keep it down, and you won’t be surprised at all if Eddie and Volt make it their personal mission to make you cause a noise complaint by the end of this trip.

They’re insatiable and possessive, and a handful, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. They’d probably tell you that you have a lot of nerve calling them those things if they could hear what you’re thinking. You’re truly no better than they are.

You stand from the bed and walk over to the dresser to grab the rest of your outfit. The reflection in the mirror catches your eyes and you blush at your messy hair and the faint marks on your neck from earlier this week. Maybe if you're lucky—if you're good—Eddie and Volt will give you new ones once you get to the hotel.

You reach your hand out to grab your clothes off the top of the dresser but end up falling forward and bracing yourself on the edge of it instead when the plug starts buzzing inside of you. It's one of the lower settings, but it catches you so off guard that you can't help but let out a low moan. The vibrations only last a few seconds and then the plug is still again. You curse under your breath when you hear the car's horn out on the driveway.

You're worried enough about one of them turning the plug on again when you're in the middle of walking down the stairs that you rush to pull the rest of your outfit together. You quickly run your fingers through your hair, enough to look decent out in public at least, and then you're running down the stairs and out the front door.

Eddie is in the driver's seat and he honks the horn again, even though he can see you walking towards the car. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" You yell.

You slide into the back seat of the car and buckle in, but Eddie doesn't immediately pull out of the driveway. He meets your eyes in the rear-view mirror, and Volt turns fully in his seat to look at you. "Whatever took you so long, spark?" Volt prods, feigning innocence.

You cross your arms over your chest, shooting a scowl Volt's way, and Eddie chuckles. When you sit there quietly and refuse to answer their question, the game truly begins. The plug comes to life again and a gasp escapes your lips.

Volt smiles devilishly as Eddie finally looks away and starts reversing out of the driveway. "Volt… We're not even out of the neighborhood yet…" You plead.

"I just wanted a response, darling. You wouldn't give us one, so I had to create one. You promised to be good, remember?" He turns back around in his seat. The plug stays on and you shove your thighs together.

"You're also gonna be good and not ruin the seats back there, alright?" Eddie's eyes flick briefly to yours in the mirror. Your lower lip gets bitten between your teeth and it takes everything in you to not rock down onto the plug, to not beg for Volt to turn it up higher. Eddie's voice comes out more firmly. "Right, live wire?"

You nod your head, and it takes a second to realize that Eddie wouldn't see that since he's focusing on driving. A smile makes its way onto your face as it occurs to you that it's only fair if you fuck with them too, just a little bit. "Yes sir," you reply, making your voice just slightly more breathy than necessary.

Eddie's shoulders tense and his hands grip the steering wheel much tighter than before. Volt hums delightedly, and you let out a sigh of relief when he switches the plug off again. "So you do know how to behave. We'll see if you can keep it up." There's a dangerous edge to Volt's voice, and your worries aren't assuaged in the slightest.

There's no way they're going to go easy on you. This is going to be a long hour.

Much to your surprise, the first 40 minutes or so actually go by fairly smoothly. You and Eddie both begin the car ride silent, wound up with arousal and not wanting to provoke the other, but Volt is more than happy to fill the empty space. He starts going over his and Eddie's itinerary for the conference, and it almost seems like you're going to be left alone.

It's still agony regardless. Whether the plug is moving or not, it's keeping you full. Every bump on the road thrusts the extended base up against your clit, and it almost seems like Eddie is trying to hit some of these potholes just to elicit more reactions from you. You attempt to focus on what Volt and Eddie are talking about—after all, knowing their schedule will help you know when they'll be done and coming back to you—but they're hard to hear in the front seat and when you lean forward to hear them better the base of the plug rubs harshly against the sensitive nub.

You try to suppress the noise that rises up your throat, but Eddie and Volt both stop talking anyway. You weren't as subtle as you thought you were being.

Volt turns his head and looks back at you. "Do you need something, spark?"

You're still bent over yourself. You know you should sit back up, that you should tell him no, that you should be good, but the pressure on your swollen clit is heavenly and you can't help but roll your hips down. "I don't need anything," You pant out.

You need to get to the hotel. You need them.

"Do let me know if you change your mind," Volt tells you. "I know it can't be any fun back there all by your lonesome while Eddie and I just talk about work." The plug turns on again, higher than they've turned it on before, and you're unable to stop the long moan that tumbles out of your mouth.

Eddie and Volt both ignore you and continue their conversation. You're breathing heavily and you rake your nails across your thighs, anything to distract you from the pleasure burning in your core. You're not allowed to cum, not until you get to the hotel. They're making it extremely difficult for you though.

You look up at the GPS in the front console, and your destination is still 15 minutes away. That means it will probably be at least a half hour before you're there, parked, checked-in, and settled in your room. Assuming Eddie and Volt let you go back to the room immediately.

You sit up to look out the window and distract yourself, but the movement shoves the tip of the plug harshly against your g-spot. Another broken moan falls from your lips, and Eddie meets your flushed gaze in the rear-view mirror as Volt continues to chatter at him.

"Please…" You whisper, both hoping they can hear you and that they'll leave you to your fate.

Instead, Eddie glances in Volt's direction. "Volt. Help them out." Eddie's tone is unreadable. They set the rules, so you're convinced that helping you means giving you a reprieve until you get to the hotel. That they're going to help you follow them.

Volt grins at Eddie and the vibrations of the plug get faster.

A sob falls from your lips between pleas, but you don't even know what you're begging for. You want to cum so badly and it seems like that's where they're guiding you too, but at the same time, they haven't said anything about changing the rules. They haven't told you you can.

"Eddie! Eddie, I need you to pull over somewhere." It's your last ditch effort to behave. You know you're going to break at this point, but you're desperate for an out. Their rules said nothing about waiting specifically for the hotel, just that you couldn't cum in the car.

Eddie's lips quirk up in a menacing smile. "Oh come on, live wire. We're almost there. You can make it to the hotel." The car hits another small bump in the road that jostles the plug against you, and you squeeze your thighs tighter together as that familiar heat builds in your core.

"I can't," you whimper. There are tears streaming down your face, but you don't see any sympathy or pity from the two men in the front of the car. In fact, they very much seem to be enjoying how you're falling apart. It seems like they want you to fail.

"You've been so good so far. Surely you're not going to ruin that now?" Volt teases. You watch in horror as he holds up the remote, and the plug buzzes to its highest setting.

Failing has never felt so good. You just hope the consequences aren't too bad. The pressure in your core tightens up completely and then you're throwing your head back against the headrest and letting out a jumbled cry of your partners' names. Your hips roll down into the seat, onto the plug as your orgasm tears through you.

Neither of them are even looking at you. They've both gone completely silent. You fall still against the seat when the pleasure subsides, and you know you're in big trouble.

Eddie's fingers drum across the steering wheel. There's a red blush on his cheeks and it's hard to tell if he's annoyed, or aroused, or both. "I thought you were better than that, live wire," He mutters.

"You can hardly blame them, Eddie," Volt counters. You think he's about to come to your defense. After all, it was their game and their choices that set you up to fail. "They're such a needy little thing and we've denied them of our cocks all day. I'm not surprised in the slightest they got off once we gave them something to fill their hole."

Your cheeks flush in equal parts shame and arousal. "Volt… Eddie, I—"

"You've done quite enough, don't you think, spark?" Volt interrupts. His voice is as cold and hard as steel, but he glances back at you—trembling, flushed, and teary-eyed with your thighs still pressed together—and there's a playful glimmer in his eyes. "All we asked was that you not dirty the back seat. That doesn't seem like such a hard task, does it?"

"It's not," Eddie butts in.

"But you—"

"I asked you if you needed anything and you told me no," Volt continues. "It seems that we will have to retrain you. You've clearly forgotten how to follow our rules."

A shiver runs up your spine when Eddie's heated stare meets yours in the mirror. Your mouth gapes open like a fish as you try to think of a way to defend yourself. Honestly, you're not sure you should defend yourself. Being… retrained… definitely sounds like it could have its benefits.

If you can last, that is.

"I'm sorry, sir," you offer, your voice turning sultry.

Volt raises a brow at you, and Eddie inhales sharply through his nose. His words are much kinder than Volt's. "We know you are, live wire. But when you disobey, your actions have consequences." His voice is rough and his cheeks are red. He's clearly barely holding it together.

The hotel comes into view and Eddie sighs heavily. "Fucking finally," he curses under his breath, making both you and Volt laugh.

"Impatient, Eddie?" You tease.

"You're in no position to be joking about impatience, live wire," Volt retorts, waving the remote in the air where you can see it.

Your eyes widen as you're reminded you still have to make it through the hotel lobby and up to your room before Volt and Eddie will give you a break. If they give you a break.

Eddie pulls the car into a parking spot and immediately rests his forehead against the steering wheel once his foot is off the gas. Volt places a hand on Eddie's back and smiles. "Are you alright, darling?"

"I just need a minute before we go inside," he mumbles.

"Of course. Live wire, why don't you help me get our bags out of the trunk while Eddie relaxes for a moment?" He pockets the remote to the plug and then slips out of the car without waiting for your reply. When you don't immediately follow him, he comes around to your door and opens it himself. "What seems to be the trouble?"

You press your thighs together again and feel the sticky mess in your underwear that seeped past the plug. "I—my pants." You wring your hands in your lap in embarrassment. You hadn't thought to grab a sweatshirt or anything of the like to wrap around your waist if you did end up breaking Eddie and Volt's rule. You didn't think they were going to make you break their rule.

"Is that all?" Volt retorts with a patronizing grin. He slips his own jacket off of his shoulders and holds it out to you. Since becoming human, he's been expanding his wardrobe and investing in more extravagant outerwear, and this navy blue mac coat is no exception. "Come along. We just managed to make it in time for check-in, no thanks to your distractions. Don't make us late now."

You hurry to unbuckle and get out of the car, standing close to the side of it so any stains on your pants will be hidden against it. Volt holds his coat out for you to put your arms through the sleeves and drape it around yourself. On him, the long coat is a perfect fit, of course, but it swallows you a bit. It makes your heart swell. You lift the sleeves to your face and can smell that faint scent of ozone that still tends to follow him around.

There's the beginnings of a pleased pink flush on Volt's cheeks. It's still odd to see him turn red instead of blue, even after so many months of them being human. "You're adorable, spark," he purrs.

You hide your face further in the sleeves and Volt laughs. He walks back to the trunk and starts pulling your bags out. He hands one to you, but the duffel is barely in your arms for two seconds before Eddie is standing by your side and taking it from you.

"I can handle my own bag, Eddie," you pout.

"Of course you can," he replies, "but you don't have to."

Volt's words from earlier at the house float back through your mind. You press a kiss to Eddie's cheek. "That's very generous of you. Thank you, sir."

You giggle when Eddie turns red up to his ears. "Cut that shit out. We're in public."

"Oh Eddie, when have you ever cared about public escapades?" Volt quips with an illustrious wave of his hand. "I'd think after all our shenanigans at the Breaker Box you'd be over something like this."

Eddie points an accusatory finger at Volt. "Those escapades were never my idea." He directs his accusation at you as well. "You two were always pulling shit and getting me into trouble."

"I don't recall you complaining."

"Oh really?" Eddie rolls his eyes at Volt but continues to face you. "Then allow me to reiterate my complaints since you couldn't ever hear me: Don't fucking call me 'sir' while we're in public."

A devious grin grows on your face. "And… when we're not in public? It's okay then?"

Eddie falters and opens his mouth to reply but nothing comes out. "Oh spark, I do think he wants you to," Volt teases.

Eddie grimaces and turns on his heel, away from the car. "Get a move on! We have a check-in time for a reason."

To fuck with you, not with him. Volt is nothing if not an equal opportunist, though. "We had better follow him, before he completely works himself up." Volt closes the trunk and picks up the other two bags before following after Eddie with you by his side.

Inside the hotel lobby, Eddie immediately splits off towards the seating area while Volt makes his way to the concierge's desk. You decide in the moment that—whether they continue to fuck with you or not, but especially if they do—you're better off where there are less people. Even though the seating area is open and in the middle of the lobby, Eddie's the only one currently occupying it. You take your chances and follow him instead of Volt.

Eddie is standing by one chair where he's dropped your duffel and is stretching out his back. You walk over to stand in front of him and he smiles at you before kissing you on the forehead. "Sore, Eddie?"

"Nah, just stiff." His arms wrap around you and he pulls you to his chest. His voice lowers to a whisper. "How are you hanging in there, live wire? You know if at any point we're doing too much—"

"I know. The safe-word is still socket." You press a quick kiss to his lips. "I'm okay, really."

You may have spoken too soon though. Right as you pull away from Eddie, the plug switches on. It's turned down to the lowest level again at least, but you still stumble forward against Eddie's chest, your knees buckling.

Eddie grits his teeth as you pant against his neck and turns to look at Volt, who's having a leisurely chat with the woman at the front desk with his hand nonchalantly in his pocket where you all know the remote is. "Couldn't have fucking waited until we got upstairs," Eddie grumbles.

"I'll—I'll be okay," you breathe out shakily. Eddie's thigh slides between yours, the contact mostly hidden under Volt's long coat. You have to bite your lip to stop from moaning when Eddie squeezes you more tightly against him and starts pumping his thigh between your legs so the plug rubs against your swollen clit.

"You're absolutely insatiable," Eddie scolds fondly, "and a handful, and—"

"Possessive?" You sigh, gripping the front of his shirt tighter.

Eddie looks around before tilting his face down to yours and resting your foreheads together. "I was going to say 'irresistible'." A shy blush deepens the color on your already red cheeks. "I think Volt's the possessive one," Eddie adds.

"Just Volt?"

Eddie scoffs, embarrassed. "Fine, yes, me and Volt." His thigh stops moving against you but the plug doesn't. Your legs continue to shake and it's a fight to not ask Eddie to keep going. "You know, you're not really that possessive, live wire. Never have been. You've been a free spirit as long as I've known you. Kinda takes a certain type like that to be in relationships with roughly a hundred different people."

"It was easier to be possessive when you were actual possessions." You have more to say, but end up biting your lip and hiding your face in Eddie's neck when the plug ratchets even higher. Eddie runs one of his hands up and down your back, trying to comfort you. He probably realizes the same thing you do, that if one of you calls out to Volt to cut it out, you'll just be drawing more attention to yourselves.

The beginnings of another orgasm start to twist and burn in your core and your chest tightens with anxiety. It was one thing in the car, when you weren't supposed to cum just because Eddie and Volt said so, and anyone passing you might see but they'd do just that—pass you and move on. You're stuck here at the hotel for the foreseeable future; you really can't fall apart now. Right when you think you're about to break into pieces in Eddie's arms and expose this whole game to the few people in the hotel lobby, the plug stops.

Your core aches and throbs, and you can't stop the displeased whine that comes out of your throat. Eddie shushes you and continues to pet your back. "It's okay, live wire. I've got you. I'm here."

"I'm glad you're here," you whisper. "That all of you—but especially you and Volt—are human now, and I can hold you and see you whenever I want."

"Maybe not whenever you want." Eddie grins when you stare up at him in confusion. His eyes move past you and you turn to see Volt finally walking towards you both with your keycards in hand. "We still have to reprimand you, sweetheart."

"Are we ready to settle in?" Volt questions when he reaches the two of you.

Eddie snatches one of the room cards from Volt's hand. "You're a menace."

"And I take pride in it." Volt eyes you up and down and purses his lips. "Poor spark, you look an absolute mess. We should put you to bed immediately."

Normally, you might pull some witty retort out of your back pocket, but you're fraying at the edges. Volt has you completely wrapped around his finger. All you want is to drag one of them—both of them even—inside of you and stay like that until you feel stable again. All that comes out of your mouth is, "Yes, please."

"Please what?" Volt raises a brow at you.

Eddie's nostrils flare and he shoves past Volt, not wanting to be around to play this game. Volt has frozen you with his scrutinizing gaze, though. You swallow heavily. You realize that Eddie said not to call him names in public, but Volt never said anything of the sort. He's encouraging it now—demanding it, even.

"Please, sir," You mutter.

Volt's face softens. He moves both his and Eddie's bags to one hand and extends his free arm for you to take. "You're such a well-behaved little wire now. Come along then."

Your face feels like it's on fire, but none of the other people in the hotel lobby seem to have heard what he said. You loop your arm in Volt's and walk with him towards the elevator where Eddie has decided to wait for you both.

"Don't you worry, Eddie," Volt says as he presses the button for the correct floor, "I haven't forgotten about you either."

"Shut the fuck up," Eddie mumbles, his own cheeks flaring red as he glares down at his shoes.

You aren't sure you'll make it the rest of the way up to the room unscathed, but Volt has his hands full holding onto you and carrying the bags so he luckily doesn't have the room to use the remote again. Eddie's hands shake when he tries to put the keycard in the door to your room, and Volt laughs at him, endlessly entertained by both of you being so wound up. You can't muster up the humor to laugh with Volt like you normally might, too busy trembling with anticipation.

When the door is open, Eddie stomps in and unceremoniously drops your bag at the foot of one of the beds before turning around to face you. "After you," Volt purrs, releasing your arm.

You stumble into the room and barely hear the door click closed behind Volt before Eddie is pressing you against the wall and kissing you with a fervor you haven't seen since he got home from his last work trip. You moan when he roughly grabs your hips and ruts his cock against the crease of your thigh. His tongue plunges into your mouth and all the sensation is nearly too much. You hear Volt make an appreciative noise and open your eyes just in time to see him stick his hand in his pocket again.

"Volt, wait," you pant out, turning away from Eddie's face.

"Let it happen, live wire," Eddie whispers close to your ear. His hands slip under Volt's coat and start tugging your pants and underwear down your legs. The cool air against the slick mess on your thighs makes you gasp.

Volt lets out a contented hum as Eddie removes your shoes and finishes pulling your clothes from your lower half. "Darling, I would love the chance to fuck you in nothing but one of my coats one day. I think you'd look absolutely ravishing."

"Please sir," You nod before throwing your head back against the wall.

"Oh, not today, little wire." Volt moves to sit down on one of the beds and continue watching you as the heat twists tighter in your core with every pulse of the plug and every brush of Eddie's fingers over your bare skin.

Eddie lets out an amused huff. "You think you deserve it today?"

"Certainly not," Volt responds for you. "Not after the way they disobeyed us in the car."

"But that wasn't—"

"Eddie, finish undressing them and bring them over to the bed, won't you?"

The two of them leave no room for argument. Eddie stands and pushes Volt's coat from your shoulders, and then pulls your shirt over your head. You barely have any time to argue something about being the only one undressed before Eddie has one arm under your knees and the other around your shoulders and is carrying you over and dropping you lightly against the pillows.

Volt's fingers reach between your legs and grasp the buzzing base of the plug. He starts to push it up further into you and you can't help the shout that breaks free of you. Eddie leans over you and places his hand over your throat. His hand presses down just slightly and your eyes roll back from the pleasure.

"Poor pathetic spark. You couldn't even handle a car ride without falling apart, and now here you are in the hotel where we are for work and you're trying to get us in trouble too, being so loud. Are you really so needy?" Eddie glances down at where Volt is still thrusting the plug into you, where your hips are rolling down to meet him. "Was Volt right? Do you need to be full all the time? You can't live without something shoved in your hole?"

Another strained moan escapes you. Volt turns the plug up higher, and your back arches up off the bed. Eddie pulls his hand away. "Answer me."

You don't answer though. The rush of oxygen back to your system, the plug pulsing faster, Volt's fingers pushing it more harshly into you—you never stood a chance. Another orgasm shudders through your body. Both men grin at you as your nails rake across the sheets and your mouth falls open with a breathy keen.

And still, the game continues. Volt turns the plug off but keeps thrusting it shallowly inside you. You shiver at the sensation. "I believe Eddie asked you a question, little wire."

Your chest is still heaving. You're a wreck. You still want them. "Yes. Yes sir. I'm… I'm needy. I want you to fill me up. Or Volt. I don't care. Just please. Please."

"You don't care? How unkind," Volt retorts coldly.

"We'll just have to teach you to care," Eddie adds.

"You both know I'd never pick between you two!"

"Ah yes," Volt replies, extending his hand to Eddie. Eddie takes it and goes to stand between Volt's legs instead of by your side. "But surely if you don't care, then you have what you need. You're already full; you already got to cum, several times in fact. You must be better off like that. No surprises. No energy. No passion."

Volt grins and sets the plug back on to its lowest setting, and you wince at the pressure on your oversensitive clit. Volt then faces Eddie and starts undressing him, still speaking to you as he does so. "Eddie here is much more in need of me than you are, don't you think so? Look at the way you've worked us both up, naughty thing," He palms the bulge in Eddie's boxers and Eddie groans, his hands coming up to claw at Volt's shoulders.

"You have to understand, spark," Volt tells you with a coy mask on his face, "that my priority is and always has been to take care of Eddie. And seeing as you've removed the need for us to tend to you, I'm going to see to my job with all the passion that that toy lacks. I hope you don't mind."

"Don't let them see, Volt," Eddie grits out, still rutting his cock into Volt's hand.

"Hmm?"

"If they don't care, then they don't need to see anything."

Volt glances at you and then back at Eddie, visibly pleased by this idea. "I like the way you think, spark."

"No, please," you beg.

Neither of them listen to you. Volt changes positions so he's now sitting at the foot of the bed with his broad back turned towards you. Eddie follows him and takes residence between his legs again. Volt bends over and rummages through your bag before coming back up with a small bottle of lube and a condom. You can hear Eddie's belt hitting the floor and the rustle of fabric, but you can't see what's happening and it's torture, even more than the plug slowly thrumming away between your legs.

Eddie watches you heatedly as he slides down into Volt's lap. His bare knees come into view on either side of Volt's hips, and his fingers tangle in Volt's hair as they begin to make out at the end of the bed—noisily.

Technically, there's nothing stopping you from pulling the plug out of yourself or crawling down the bed to join them. But they've already decided your fate for the evening. The only way you're going to get what you want is by playing along. It's generous of them to leave you with a toy at all, and you know it. You also know that winning is going to be damn near impossible. If you give in and use the plug, you're only proving to them that you don't care. But if you shy away from the toy, then you'll once again be scorning their generosity.

It's a fine line to walk and after being played with so much already today, you're truly not sure which way they want you to fall. You can't choose one of them over the other—your heart won't let you. Even if you could, what if you pick wrong?

You're pulled out of your own head by the gravelly sound of Eddie groaning. His arms are wrapped securely around Volt's neck and he's bouncing up and down in his lap. Volt's elbow is jerking forward and back, matching the time of Eddie's movements. You wonder how many fingers Volt has inside of him. The thought makes you shiver.

"You're doing so well for me, Eddie." Volt presses several open-mouthed kisses to the side of Eddie's neck, and you can see the red flush painted over Eddie's cheeks and down his chest when Volt moves. "And tell me, how is our dear spark doing?"

Eddie looks up at you over Volt's shoulder, his eyes dark but still sharp. "They're just laying there, trying to sneak a peek at us."

Eddie's eyes squeeze tightly shut and he stutters out another moan, making Volt chuckle. Volt doesn't turn around when he speaks to you. "Are you not satisfied, little wire? Do you suddenly find yourself caring?"

"I've always cared. About both of you," you promise.

"They still don't understand, do they, Eddie?" You watch Volt grab the condom with shiny fingers and hear the zipper on his pants and the tear of foil in front of him.

"No, they don't." Eddie holds eye contact with you as he lowers himself down over Volt's cock, and they both groan when Eddie is finally seated. You whine quietly, feeling left out. "They're still fighting our rules," Eddie continues after catching his breath.

"Well then perhaps we'll just have to make it a bit harder for them to fight," Volt proposes.

The plug starts pulsing faster, and you throw your head back against the pillows. Your hips roll down against the plug nearly of their own volition, your body craving the pleasure but your mind is still screaming out to only get release from your partners.

"I just want one of you!" You cry.

Tears gather in your eyes as Volt starts thrusting up into Eddie, completely ignoring you. Eddie's nails scrabble along Volt's back and you wish it was you marking up Volt's back. You wish it was you that Eddie was holding so tightly. Volt quietly praises Eddie while he fucks him, and your ears strain over the buzz of the plug for every soft moan from Eddie's lips.

He's falling apart quickly, having been almost as worked up all day as you've been. Eddie yanks at Volt's hair and sinks his teeth into his shoulder, his eyes meeting yours again. One of his jagged brows raises at you before his face scrunches up and he's leaning further into Volt's embrace, his release washing over him.

It's too much to bear, watching Eddie get everything you want. Pleasure is steadily building in your core from the quick pace of the plug, but you're still bound and determined to have one of them, just once, even if you have to choose.

"Please sir. Volt. Volt fuck me. If I have to choose, I want you." He's the one who's been torturing you all day after all.

Volt stills inside of Eddie and lets out an amused sound. "A bit of a default choice, don't you think—now that I've worn out our dear Eddie?"

"Don't count me out yet," Eddie grumbles. He doesn't lift his head from Volt's shoulder.

"Hush." Volt presses a kiss to Eddie's head and pulls his arms under Eddie's thighs to carry him over to the other bed. He places him down gently and wipes his hair out of his sweaty face. "It's our live wire's turn to be taken care of. They've finally learned how to listen." He smirks at you.

Volt discards his condom in the waste bin under the table and goes to pick a fresh one from the bag, but you grab his arm to stop him from leaving your side. "Volt please. I can't take it any longer."

"I'm only trying to be safe, darling. Are you so desperate right now that you'd risk carrying my child just to be full of my cock?" One of his hands wraps around his own dick and the other presses flat against your pelvis, eliciting another groan from you when it pushes the plug deeper. "I have to say, I'm quite fond of that idea."

You hate to admit it, but the idea of Volt staking his claim—of either of them making a mess of your hole and making you grow round and full with their children… It makes you clench around the toy.

Your eyes must go glassy and pleading because Volt's smile widens and the color on his cheeks darkens. He finally finishes undressing and joins you on the bed, the remote in hand. He switches the plug off, but it's been on and off for so long inside you this afternoon, you can almost still feel the remnants of its current. You'd rather feel Volt's.

Volt leans over you and tenderly kisses your forehead, then both your cheeks, and finally your mouth. "Thank you for playing our game, live wire."

His dexterous fingers slip between your legs and wrap around the base of the plug. He pulls it out slowly, and a wave of slick gushes out onto the mattress below you. You cover your face in embarrassment as Volt runs his fingers through your folds. "My, all this, just for me?"

"No," you mumble through your hands. "It's for both of you."

"Ah, but you chose me, spark, remember. Such a shame too. Eddie wanted so badly to put his mouth on you."

"This trip has only just begun," Eddie counters from where he's laid out on the other bed, watching you both intently.

Volt nods. His eyes haven't left the mess between your thighs. "That's true. We have plenty of time to ruin our spark. But for now, they've asked to be full of my cock. My child."

"Volt…"

"Not quite, spark," he taunts. Volt throws one of your legs over his shoulders and slowly starts rutting his dick through your cum.

A broken whimper escapes you. You're so close to having what you want. You can barely think straight. "Please sir."

"Please what?"

"Volt, give them a break."

Volt shoves his hips more forcefully against you so the head of his cock rubs against your clit. "I just want to hear them say it, Eddie."

"Give me your baby, Volt. I need it."

Volt gasps and throws his head back when he finally slides into your wet heat. It feels immaculate. Neither of you are going to last long, you know—your stamina having been whittled down by the plug and his by Eddie.

"Give it to me, Volt," you pant as he sets a steady pace with his hips. "Our baby's going to be perfect. And the sooner—the sooner I have your baby, the sooner I can have Eddie's… Don't you want to see Eddie be a father?"

Eddie and Volt both groan in unison, and you turn your head to see Eddie with his hand wrapped around his dick. Knowing that you're getting them both off—that the idea is just as appealing to both of them as it is to you—has you trembling in Volt's grasp.

"What else do you want, live wire? Anything. Anything at all," Volt promises. His movements are starting to get sloppy. "My life. My love. My child. Everything I have is yours."

"Kiss me."

"Gladly."

When he bends down to meet your lips it changes the angle of his thrusts so he's hitting your g-spot each time. A breathy whine is caught in your throat as Volt kisses you with all the passion you'd been missing earlier in the day. The heat in your core finally builds to an unbearable level and you feel yourself clench down around Volt's cock as the pleasure rockets through you.

"Amp's sake, live wire," Volt heaves. The long sharp jabs of his hips turn into quick rolling movements when his own orgasm washes over him, and he releases inside you.

Eddie curses a second later, enraptured by the sight of both of you caught up in your pleasure and cums over his own hand. He stands from the bed and wipes himself clean with some tissues before pushing at Volt's shoulder. "Move aside, lightning bug."

"And what do you think you're doing?" Volt asks, still catching his breath and peeking up at Eddie through the curtain of his hair.

"I said the trip has only just begun. I didn't say anything about waiting."

Your heart drops in your chest as both men smirk at each other, and then at you. Volt pulls out of you and rolls to the other side of the bed, laying his arm over your waist and tracing patterns over your hip with his fingers. "You'll be good for Eddie, won't you spark? He has been waiting all day for this, you know."

You're completely worn out. If it was Eddie and Volt's intention for you to not leave the hotel room—scratch that, the bed—for the duration of their conference, then you see no need to continue. They've definitely accomplished that. But you see the hungry look in Eddie's eyes, and well, you've never been one to turn him down when he's in one of these moods.

"You gonna clean me up?" You ask, reaching for Eddie's hand.

"Yes," he sighs, with what almost sounds like relief in his voice. He takes your hand and uses it to steady himself while he lies flat on his stomach between your spread legs.

He doesn't give you any warning—he just dives right in, licking at your slick and Volt's cum spilling out of you like a starved man. The first touch of his tongue against your sensitive folds has your thighs clamping around his head. Eddie moans at the taste of you and Volt on his tongue and wraps his arms around your legs to hold you down better.

Volt drags his fingers up to play with your nipple on the far side of your chest and brings the one closest to him into his mouth. It's mind-numbing how in-sync they are, Volt swirling his tongue around your nipple at the same time that Eddie does it to your clit.

You know you're babbling—that you're probably just saying nonsense. The words might be praise, or you might be begging Volt and Eddie for something. The coil in your gut constricts even faster than it had before, and the only heads-up that you're able to give Eddie is your nails raking across his scalp. Your vision fades out a bit as you gush on Eddie's tongue, and he makes sure that not a single drop of your release gets away from him.

You whine discontentedly, completely overstimulated, and push at Eddie's head. "I think our little wire has had quite enough for one day, Eddie. Leave them be," you hear Volt say.

Eddie sits up with a mumbled apology and goes to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom. He comes back and begins to carefully wipe up the last remnants of spit and cum from between your legs. As he does that, Volt brushes your hair away from your face and kisses your forehead. "You did so well for us, spark. You were so generous with your pleasure."

You scoff and hide your face against Volt's chest. "Well, I hope you two had fun because I'm not generous enough to do it again when you get back tomorrow."

"Oh don't be like that, spark," Volt teases. "There is still plenty of fun to be had on this trip."

"You can leave me out of the next trip. I'm beat," you pout.

"You don't mean that. You'd miss us too much," Eddie objects. "Besides, did we mention that Volt picked out a suite for us that has a jacuzzi tub? Don't you want the perks of being taken care of in luxury?"

You peek one eye open at Eddie and ask quietly, "Can all three of us fit in it?"

Eddie and Volt both laugh before Volt lifts you in his arms and starts carrying you to the bathroom. "There's only one way to find out."