☆~Mr. Boy~☆

“Oh dearest Princess, how fair you look on this beautiful evening” spoke Chance as he stood kneeling before you on one knee, a surprisingly convincing prop sword in hand with the tip of its blade pointed to the floor as he did. His head lay bowed before you, looking down at the floor beneath him in a bow of respect as you stood before him. You were donned in a beautiful dress that he’d bought for you, dreaming of the day that you could both breathe life into your G&G characters. Now that you had, he couldn’t help but want to have a little fun with it, wanting to show you just how beautifully he imagined their romance blossomed within his recently finished campaign. The dress you were wearing was made exactly to the specifications that you’d told him the day you’d introduced your character to the table. You had no idea he’d taken such detailed note of it all. Everything was hand sewn to your specific measurements, each piece of fabric brought together and masterfully tailored down to the very last minute detail reflected on the sketches you’d made of your character. Prosthetics were molded and seamlessly placed along the shell of your ears to form the long, recognizable point of elven ears that were now decorated with many beautiful earrings that shined in the dance of the candle light currently warming the room. The finishing touch was the flower crown placed atop your well done hair, a symbol of your royalty, your heritage and the long awaited coming of the springtime season. Something that he duly noted was important to your character and where she was from. “My love, how you flatter me so” you responded with warmed cheeks and a delighted smile as he looked up to you now, eyes bright as they gazed upon you like you were a goddess standing before him, and he an unworthy a sinner. “I speak only truth, my dear Princess. Though they never stray from you, I must say you are by far the fairest of any I may lay eyes upon” he said truthfully, making you smile at his lovely compliments. “My world ceases to exist when you are not around. When I am without you, it is as if I am without the very oxygen that fills my lungs” he continued, showing his complete and utter devotion to you. Your soft palm reached to lay against his cheek, keeping his gaze held to you as you blessed him with your radiant smile. Each time you did he swore, in and out of character, that his heart may burst from the pure swell of happiness it gave him to be graced with it. His character had just now finally returned home from a mission given to him by the king, your father. This scene took place before the start to his campaign technically, just a few short months prior but it was how your characters had come to know one another before joining up in the adventure. “Dearest love, how it pains me to be away from you. Even a moment without your company, without your love, is naught but pure torture” you added, watching as he stood now nearly towering before you, making your heart skip within your chest. The look he’d given you held such intensity, such love. It’s how you knew he meant every word that he’d said.

Only in your wildest dreams had you ever thought you’d found a romance like this, a love that transcends even that of the most famous storybooks. He was a fairytale come true,

A fantasy brought to life in more ways than one. Though his character may be a knight, he was nothing short of your perfect prince. In the months you’d come to know Chance as more than just your trusted D20, your bond and romance was something you’d never saw coming, but it had been the most wonderful experience. You had no idea your heart could be captured so fast by someone, and had it not been for the dateviators, you’d have never known it. Now you no longer even needed them, that’s what made this night in particular so special. It was a celebration of his realization. “Oh how I’ve missed you, Chance. How an ache has boiled within my very core in the wake of your absence. I spent every night on my knees praying for your safe return, dreaming of you as I lay my head to sleep, then every morning waking to the thoughts of you returning to my arms once more” you admitted as he smiled sweetly down at you, nothing but love resting in the beautiful brown eyes of the knight who stood there before you. “Tis where I belong. Regardless of whether the king will have it, my heart belongs to you and to you only. I only hope one day to take you away from this place, to build a life and a family of our own with you by my side through it all” he replied as he grabbed your hands in his, making your heart swell at his words. He had a way of making you feel as if you were the only woman in the whole world. “How greatly I look forward to such a life with you, my love. Until that day comes however, at least we may take comfort that here my father’s opinions matter not. In this room, within these walls, the world is ours for the taking. This is our sanctuary where I am yours as you are mine” you answered, your hand moving to cup his cheek once more as he moved closer to you. “How incredibly lucky I am to have your heart, my beloved Princess” he said, holding your hand in his as it rests against his cheek still. Your heart raced excitedly as you looked at him, feeling his touch against your skin now that he was realized felt so warm in comparison to before. Sure it was exciting then but this was a whole new feeling, a whole new level of excitement. There was a whole new world of things for you to explore together now, and he didn’t want to experience a moment of any of it without you.

Tension hung thick in the air around you, an almost buzzing electricity flowing through you both as you gazed upon one another. The pale glow of the moonlight seeping through the blinds mingling with the warmth of the lit candles came together in a perfectly romantic atmosphere. You couldn’t imagine a better moment than this to share with the man before you. “Forgive me my forwardness but…perhaps you could show me just how much you have missed me” you spoke plain, a small grin stretching to your lips that made him chuckle. He loved the rush of color it sent to your cheeks as your pupils dilated with excitement. “Is that so princess? Has my absence left you wanting that greatly?” He asked making you giggle softly at his teasing words. “Terribly so, my noble knight. I have craved you night after night, morning after morning since the very moment you’d left my side” you answered with a soft grin resting upon your lips, feeling his hand descending upon your hip, gently inching you closer with his tight but tender grip. It sent a patter to your heart and a spark down your spine to feel his breath against your sensitive, heated skin. The very air around you began to warm, making your dress suddenly feel uncomfortably tight. You looked to his hand before looking back up at him, your lips parted slightly as you returned his lustful gaze. “My apologies Princess…allow me to correct my grievances” he replied with a suave smile, leaning down to capture your lips in the sweet but passionate kiss you’d been waiting all night for. You looped your arms around his neck as he did, his free hand now cradling your cheek just as you’d done to him. It was electrifying feeling his soft lips against yours, how they fit so perfectly against your own. You couldn’t help the soft, breathy moan that escaped you into it, your bodies pressed so closely together. It was intimate in a way that put even your steamiest, smutty fanfics to shame.

You almost didn’t want to stop. From the feel of his lips moving against yours, to the way his hands tenderly traced along your curves sending gooseflesh to prickle along your sensitive skin. You were certain you were in heaven. He’d felt real before but this? This was entirely different. It was electrifying. You felt his tongue trace along your bottom lip, begging you to allow him to deepen the kiss. You playfully denied him this, making him nibble at your lip before bringing it gently between his teeth, tugging it back with him a short distance before letting go. The look you gave him as he did sent a jolt straight to his aching cock. He could only chuckle as you quickly closed the distance, kissing him with a far different sort of passion behind it. This kiss was more needy, carnal even. A tangle of tongues, a slight clashing of teeth. You’d grown desperate for his any and every touch. Only when the burning ache of oxygen deprivation began to set in your lungs had you both finally pulled away. Both your faces flushed and lips spit slickened as you panted, looking upon one another with nothing short of carnal desire. The hot air around you now unbearable as the tension only grew between you, longing to be absolved. “Chance…” you pleaded breathlessly. “Tell me what it is you desire, Princess. Anything, and it is yours” he replied, waiting for your pleas for him to continue, waiting for you to tell him the words he longed to hear. “You. I need you. Please…Make me yours” you begged making a low, rumbling groan sound from deep within his chest in response. “How I’ve longed to hear those words fall from your sweet lips, my love” he answered, making you smile so happily up at him. “Then let us lose ourselves in each other. Rid me of these cloth constraints and let us become one” you replied watching him bring your hand up, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “I’d love nothing more” he said, making your face flush once again as he kissed you.

You laid your hair to the side, moving it out of his way so that he could undo the many intricate ties of your corset. Your heart raced with each undoing of the lace, pounding deep within your chest as the moments passed, filling you with excitement of what was to come. Once you were finally freed of its constricting ties, both of you watched as it slipped from your frame and fell to the floor at your feet. His large hands rested against your waist where it once sat, enjoying the feel of your warm skin that now hid beneath one less layer. You hummed happily as he placed light, worshipping kisses along your shoulders and neck, holding you from behind as he worked the shoulders of your dress down and off your frame. As he did, you both watched from the mirror as more and more of your skin was being slowly exposed. The look on his face when your breasts had been uncovered made your thighs clench together, seeing him looking at you so wantonly made you truly feel so special. You giggled softly as he trailed the fabric down your waist, then down your hips, taking note of your lack of undergarments beneath. “Oh princess, how you tease” he spoke, making you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, feeling his hardened member throb against your rear. You had reached for your crown to take it off, but his hands stopped you. “No, leave it. I quite like this look” he said, making you smile as you let your hands fall to your sides, leaving the crown resting on top of your head.

His eyes traveled up and down your now completely bare figure, eyes alight with a loving smile that put your every anxious thought to rest. “You are so beautiful, my love. Why you must make every goddess above absolutely green with envy” he complimented, making you chuckle softly and bashfully as he basked in your glory. “Well don’t leave me the only one here who is bare darling, I wish to see you too” you said in a bemused tone, making him chuckle as he soon began to work himself out of his clothes. He wasn’t as slow with it as he was with you, but you enjoyed the process nonetheless. You smiled with a half bitten lip as you laid on your bed, waiting and watching as he undressed himself with half lidded eyes. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs and that electric feeling beginning to grow in the pit of your stomach. First he rid himself of his outer most armor, then came his chemise leaving his torso now completely bare to you. You gasped softly as your hand trailed downward, journeying between your legs at the sight of him. He wasn’t all hardened muscle, still harboring a slight softness to his middle but with a noticeable outline of the muscles that lay beneath. His arms however were definitely toned, the arms that you fantasized could effortlessly carry you to and from places every now and again, or that could hold you up as he would take you against any surface in your home. His chest was built and broad, how you longed to drag your hands along it leaving red, puffy streaks in their wake from your nails. You could see the faintest peak of a happy trail leading down below the low sitting waistband of his pants, and a rather noticeable imprint of his excitement beneath the tight fitting fabric. He stood with rosy cheeks watching as you touched and teased yourself to the mere sight of him, listening to the blissful moans falling from your lips as his hand moved to rub the growing tent in his pants. “Princess…” he said in naught but a whisper, watching as your fingers danced along your aching clit in a most pleasurable rhythm, spreading your legs open for him to see exactly what you were doing. “You see what you do to me, my love? Do you see the way my body lights on fire the moment your gaze falls on me? And to see you here like this, all for me…” you let out, watching him as he worked off his belt before removing his pants and then his leathers in one fell swoop. You moaned with delight as his cock had been freed from its confines, tapping against his lower belly before standing proudly all for you. All *because* of you. It took everything in you not to drool at the sight. “You do the very same to me” he replied, making you hum delightedly in response as he worked his hand up and down his shaft a few times. “Then come here, take what is yours” you replied in a sultry tone, and he most certainly didn’t need to be told twice.

Your sweet giggles and soft gasps could be heard as he joined you on the bed, climbing over top of you with an excited smile. Your arms looped around his neck as he leaned down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. Though shorter than the last few you’d shared, it held no less desire behind it. His lips traveled from yours to your jaw, littering your neck, shoulder and chest with his soft kisses. You moaned delightedly as he brought his lips to one of your pebbled nipples, his fingers pinching and rolling the other in delicious tandem to allot them both equal treatment and care. Your back arched slightly from the plush duvet, pressing yourself against him and leaning into his touch as he littered your skin with his delicate kisses. Moving further down from your breasts, he trailed his tongue along your stomach, making you whimper with need as he kissed your hips. He looked up at you with a grin and a soft chuckle as he situated himself between your supple thighs, his hands on either side of them while his fingers soothingly rubbed up and down the outsides of them. “So needy for me” he teased, kissing and gently nipping along the innermost parts of your thighs, earning more of those cute whimpers and melodic moans he loved so much. “Chance…” you breathed, fisting the covers beneath you with whitened knuckles from your growing anticipation and excitement. How he loved to tease you. “What is it, my love?” He asked, trailing his hot kisses from one side to the next, purposefully skipping over where you needed him the most, only affording you a passing breath to your throbbing clit. “Please…need you” you whined, fearing you may combust if he didn’t give you what you needed. “Need what darling?” He asked, his lips so close to your soaked heat as he grinned up at you knowing exactly what it is you craved, but he wanted to have a little fun. “This?” He asked coyly before finally bringing his lips to your clit, kissing it with the same passion he’d held earlier. You moaned in both surprise and delighted relief as he did, your hips jerking up slightly with the sudden stimulation. Your eyes fluttered shut, back arching slightly from the mattress once again as your hands tangled in his hair. “Yes! Oh fuck…” you moaned blissfully, your whole body lighting ablaze from pleasure. Your chest heaved with each labored breath, your jaw slack as your voice rang out, caring not for who could hear as his tongue massaged your clit with near perfect precision. “Gods above…oh!” You let out, hearing him moan into you as he lost himself in your taste, his hands kneading your plush thighs. He couldn’t help but steal glances towards you, looking up to the faces of pleasure you’d make, to the way your breasts moved with each breath you took. You looked stunning before but like this? This far exceeded that of even his filthiest fantasies and hottest dreams. He could hardly even believe he was really here, doing this with you. Something he once could have only ever dreamed of was now a beautiful reality.

Your every moan made his cock throb angrily with need, feeling your pulsing bud against his tongue as he worked two fingers inside of you slowly, doing his best to be gentle. “Oh fuck, Chance…” you moaned as his fingers finally sheathed inside of you, curling to rub against your walls in search for that sweet spot deep within. It took him a few minutes to find it, but once he did there was no mistaking it. Your cry of pleasure as he circled your clit with his tongue, paired with the rhythmic strokes of his fingers left you keening. “Right there…just like that, yeesss” you pleaded, making him grin with accomplishment and pride as your voice began to ascend in pitch, telling him he was bringing you closer to your peak. “Feels so good, Chance. Please, don’t stop!” You added, and how could he ever even think of such a torturous thing? Doing exactly as you’d directed him, he kept his pace, and despite the tiring ache beginning to set in his tongue, he continued. It wasn’t long before you were finally falling over the edge. You’d gasped, your back arching much more harshly as your thighs squeezed his head. In a flash your body was both tense and weightless, a surge of electricity flowing down your spine sending gooseflesh to your skin once more. A loud cry of his name left you in both pleasure and warning as your climax washed over you with the strength of a tidal wave. You panted heavily as he worked you through your orgasm, helping you down gently from cloud nine before overstimulation slowly set in. You twitched harshly before realizing you’d still had him in such a tight grip, allowing him the ability to move and breathe. Your whole body was on fire from the pleasure that ebbed through you, looking at him with a weak smile as he climbed back up over top of you. “I could spend forever doing that” he said making you laugh as you looked up at him, hands resting on his chest. “That does sound rather enticing” you replied teasingly, making him laugh as he kissed you. You could taste yourself on his tongue but you paid it no mind. “But I need you, need to feel you” you added. “I think that can be arranged” he replied, earning a giggle from you in return.

The faint sounds of the bed rocking and creaking against its frame could be heard through the room alongside your shared moans in a sinful cacophony. You knew you’d have to answer to Betty after it was all said and done, and likely everyone else who resided in your bedroom, possibly even the whole upstairs at this rate, for the noise alone if they weren’t already enjoying the display. However that could wait for another day, right now all you wanted was to get lost in the man who was above you granting you the most earth shattering pleasure you’d ever experienced. “Chance!” You moaned as your nails dug into the muscles of his back, creating even more puffy red tracks along his skin. He moaned at the feeling of your warm walls wrapped tightly around his cock, paired with the bite of your nails against his back. It felt as if neither of you could get enough of each other. “Y/N…” he let out in a near broken whimper, making you moan. His hand moved to join with yours, your fingers intertwined as he thrust into you. A rosy flush coated his cheeks as he looked upon you, your hair splayed beneath you against the pillows, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. Your face contorted with pleasure was one he’d soon never forget. The way your eyes would roll back or flutter shut when he’d hit that spot you liked, the way your brows furrowed and your jaw would fall slack with each cry of pleasure. What he loved most was that look in your eyes when they would lock with his, the way your pupils had blown so wide yet despite the lust, they still held that same loving care in them you’d shown him since you two met. His free hand grabbed one of your thighs, hiking your leg up so that he could reach deeper within you, making you only cry out even more. He wanted there to be no distance between you, no space for anything other than your bodies and the love you two share to exist. To lose yourself in the throes of pleasure only he could bring you. “Doing so good for me love” he said, making you whimper at his praise. “Feel so good, Chance” you praised in return, earning a blush from him and a moan as he rutted into you a little faster. “All for you, baby. All for you” he replied before leaning down and capturing your lips in another kiss, delighting in your moans into it as your free hand traveled from his hair, to his chest, and moved all about his body.

He could feel your walls tightening around him, paired with the raised pitch of your moans told him that you were once again nearing your peak. “So close…” you let out, still rather sensitive from cumming just a little bit ago. “Let go for me baby, I’ve got you” he replied, his hand leaving your thigh to work his fingers against your clit. You threw your head back against the pillows as he did, expletives and moans leaving you with each breath. “Oh gods, Chance!” You let out, panting harshly as your hips bucked up into his touch, chasing every bit of stimulation and friction you were given. “Cum for me princess, cum for me” he pleaded, his eyes flitting between your face and where you two where connected, listening to the sounds of your soaked cunt sucking him in with each thrust. “Oh fuck, Chance!!” You cried out in warning before your body arched once more from the bed, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him for dear life, wrapping your legs around him sending him deeper inside of you. “Fuck..” he let out, watching your orgasm rip through you and feeling your walls clench around him, bringing him to his own release. “Baby…” he whimpered, brows furrowed and mouth slightly agape as he thrust deeply into you, moaning as his cock throbbed with each rope of cum that spilled from him. As he finally stilled deep within you, fighting to catch his breath just the same as you were, you felt so full, so loved, so fulfilled. It was a wonderful feeling, one you didn’t want to let go of just yet. You looked up at him, your hair frazzled, your face hot but with a smile resting on your lips. He couldn’t help but kiss you in that moment, wishing to savor every bit of this that he could.

power play

“Does he have to perform every night, though?”

You’re wiping down the bar, Volt expertly throwing a shaker around before grabbing two glasses for the concoction he’s crafting. The liquid fills the tumblers, and he starts to pluck out some cherries from a bowl.

“We have an open-mic policy, darling,” Volt says as he pushes a glass in your direction. Nevermind that it pulls a few drops of spilled whiskey over where you’d just run your rag over.

You sigh, eyeing Volt with annoyance, but he ignores you in favor of having a long sip from his glass. “But it’s almost like you need a sign for him,” you say as you round the bar to sit. You punctuate your words with a wave of the hand, like you’re envisioning a marquee. “Johnny Splash: The Breaker Box Residency.”

Volt downs the whiskey sour, and you can’t help but catch a glance at how his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. “After that disaster of his American Maestro audition,” he says, popping another cherry in his mouth, “I think he ought to still have somewhere he can feel comfortable performing, don’t you think?”

You nod, stealing a taste of your drink. “I just hope he’s not taking space from anyone else wanting to perform, is all.”

“Aww, spark,” Volt hums, shrugging off his overcoat and pushing his sleeves up like Eddie does for work. “What a darling thing you are.” He props his arms up against the bar, leaning towards you, mischief crackling in his white eyes.

You shrug as you swallow the cherry from your drink. “Don’t worry, I’m not going soft on you two.”

“I perish the thought.” He grins like a cat who’s finally cornered the canary. “I adore when you crackle around the edges like we do.”

You bite back a grin, and reach out to the bowl of cherries for another, when your hand is smacked away.

“Hey! I was -”

“I know, darling,” he breathes, impatience on his lips. You watch his long, silver fingers procure a cherry, and red juice drips down his thumb. “Allow me.”

His lightning brows quirk expectantly, and you fight back an eye roll as you open your mouth, protrude your tongue only a hint. When he places the cherry on your tongue, your lips wrap around his fingers, tingling your mouth. Daring a glance at his eyes, you run the tip of your tongue over his thumb, ensuring no juice is wasted, before pulling away with a lick of your lips.

The ends of Volt’s hair buzz and spark, and his eyes glisten.

(You’ve noticed, between your partners, their similarities and differences - where Eddie’s steel eyes will darken with want, Volt’s dial up their shine, like a lamp when you remove its shade. It’s noticeable enough even to an untrained, unknowing eye.)

“Enjoy that, live wire?” He rubs the pads of his thumb and finger together, making the smallest of sparks.

You say nothing, just take another sip without breaking his gaze.

“Hm,” he muses, standing upright again. “Shall I make you another cocktail?”

You blink in confusion, glancing down at the half-finished tumbler. “I haven’t finished yet.”

“No matter.”

His voice tells it is most certainly some sort of matter. “Volt -”

He turns, rummaging at a few bottles before deciding on a few, putting them to the side. When you finally catch a glimpse of his profile behind his shock of hair, his smile is saccharine.

“Yes, here we go,” he mutters to himself as bottles of simple syrup, bourbon, and lemon juice appear in front of you. No shakers, no strainers, just a grin that sends a shiver down your spine.

You gulp. You know that grin. You say again, a little harsher, “Volt -”

“Now now, live wire, no need for that. I’m just going to make you a cocktail, hm?” Volt cocks his head like he’s explaining a trick to a dog, trying as he might to play innocent.

“Yes but what do -”

Your voice stops with a gasp as, quick as lightning, Volt’s fingers find your jaw and press down on your cheeks to force your mouth open. The pressure is harsh, almost bordering on painful, and Volt’s palm rests fittingly under your chin. You find, almost instantly, your breath comes easier through your nose, and it’s unsteady when it comes out.

His hair is alive, bursts of light sparking close to your skin, and his eyes are wild. “Fear not, spark.” You see him reach for a bottle, his eyes not leaving your face. “I’m just making a cocktail.”

The tip of a bottle is cool on your lips, and sweetness flows into your mouth - but not too much, no no, just enough to cover your tongue.

“Very good, darling.” Volt coos, placing the bottle back on the bar and deftly grabbing the next. This one’s bourbon, you think, and the unmistakable scent wafts to your nostrils. It mixes with the syrup on your tongue, and this time, a few drops escape from the corners of your lips. You feel them, slowly, casually, journey down your chin, your neck, down the center of your chest and between your breasts, leaving a cool streak in their wake.

Volt chuckles approvingly as he allows a few drops of lemon juice to enter your mouth, resulting in even more spillover, and you moan, pleadingly, as your jaw starts to ache.

“Impatient, are we?” He licks his lips, leans forward across the bar so there’s only a hair of space between your lips and his. “You, live wire, look delectable.”

He cuts off your moan with his tongue, intruding on your rigidly held mouth, swiping long, hungry licks over the roof of your mouth, your tongue, lapping at the mixture of liquids he poured like a man parched. You whine, you moan, you plead with the only small sounds you can make. The taste is overwhelming, the liquid dribbles out of you rapidly now, and the combination of the droplets’ wet streaks and nearby electricity elicit goosebumps along your skin.

Volt’s fingers relax as he pulls away, releasing your jaw from his grip but keeping his hand on you (always on you). He sucks at your bottom lip, and you finally have enough control to swallow the remnants of the drink Volt missed. You whine again, still physically prevented from forming words.

He stops, and you swear you can hear the buzz of his charged eyes when they meet yours, white hot with lust. His thumb pets your chin, the tips of your noses kissing. “Did you want something, darling?”

Fuck this man.

Fuck this man.

Hm. That sounds like a good idea, actually.

You lunge forward, your whiskey-laced lips starving for Volt’s, and you grab at his vest with white-knuckled fists. He lets out a growl, a sound of pure want, and you feel his arms snake around you, encircle your waist, and you’re being hoisted forwards across the bar. The stool you sat in clatters to the ground, and you allow Volt to settle your ass on the bar, you lips never separating more than a breath.

Volt’s large hands singe at your waist, a delicious burn as he grips you tightly. You loosen your grip on his vest and wrap your arms around his neck at the same moment your legs lock around his hips, pressing his warm body to you. He rocks his hips between your thighs, and you gasp at how hard he already is, straining against his slacks.

“Fuck, Volt,” you sigh when his tongue journeys down your chin, your neck, licking up the trail of his “cocktail.” Your nails claw at the back of his neck, needing purchase wherever possible. He sucks at a spot at the base of your neck, and a shock surges from your spine straight to your clit. “Oh, oh, fuck…”

His voice reverberates in your neck when he hums in satisfaction. “Live wire,” he says, strained with lust, “I have to have you. Now.” As he says it, his hands deftly find the button of your pants and tug, and they’re gone in a lightning flash, your bare skin hitting the cold wood.

Yes, yes of course, who were you to say no to such need? You need him, needed this, right now, right here on the -

Bar.

Oh no.

You two were breaking Eddie’s one rule.

Your eyes fly open, and you try, feebly, to push Volt away. “Volt. Volt, the bar, Eddie -”

“Fuck Eddie.”

You groan, and you both love and hate that his voice makes you wetter. “He says no sex at the bar -”

“Last time I checked,” Volt’s hands palm the flesh of your thighs around his waist, sparks igniting at every inch they move, “this is our bar. And you, little spark, are ours as well. So, why shouldn’t I enjoy my share, hm?”

You weren’t going to win, you knew that, you rarely ever did with Volt, and the rational part of your brain had clocked out when you locked up after Johnny left. Because yeah, the boys were yours, and they always said the bar was just as much yours now too, so…

You’d just have to be extra attentive when you cleaned up, was all.

You swallow, trying to find whatever liquid courage might remain in your mouth, and start to grab at Volt’s belt. “Fuck it.”

Volt’s grin is tiger-like as he helps you free himself, and you unconsciously lick your lips at the sight of his cock, long and curved with the faintest tinge of blue. Amps sake, how lucky were you that both of your boyfriends had such pretty, pretty cocks?

You trail your fingers along his length, watching as a droplet of pre forms at the tip. Volt hisses, and he grabs your wrist suddenly, and you look up at his white eyes, scared you’ve done something wrong.

But no anger or hurt is evident on his face, just that familiar mischief. He pulls your wrist and hand close to your face, and looks expectantly at your open palm. “Spit.”

Your hole clenches at the word, and you fight back a whimper. You gather the spit in your mouth, letting the glob drop onto your hand.

“Again.”

You don’t think twice.

Satisfied, Volt leads your hand back to his cock, and you wrap your grip around him, glazing your spit over the hot skin, coating him as best you’re able as he maneuvers your wrist. He makes a hum of content after a moment, and you rest your hand on your waist when he releases you.

There’s hardly anymore preamble before the head of his cock is pressing at your entrance, but you know Volt, and you know -

Your jaw falls open in a silent cry as Volt enters you, white hot and slick and everything you need. He gives you a moment, just a moment, to relax into the fullness, before his hips snap, and he thrusts.

So. Fucking. Lucky.

Strings of moans, strings of “yes, yes, yes, fuck yes” fall from your lips each time Volt bottoms out, and you bury your face into his shoulder, the burning heat of his skin and the cool wood a beautiful contrast.

You can hear the sparks of Volt’s hair, feel the puffs of his breath, and you hang on to every curse, every “my spark, fuck, good little spark,” that he groans.

It’s maddening, almost, just how good he makes you feel, how they make you feel. You moan something incomprehensible when he bites your neck and lick the marks. “Volt, volt, yes -“

There’s a surge, a flicker, and you’re empty, and Volt’s weight is missing.

You open your eyes, suddenly terrified from the loss, and you think to scream -

But the sight that greets you isn’t one that’s… entirely unwelcome.

Eddie’s hand has a death grip on the currents of Volt’s hair, tugging hard enough to keep Volt’s chin tilted back, unmoving.

(You think, in the recesses of your fucked our mind, that you wish you could do that, but it seemed to be a skill reserved for literal electrical conduits personified.)

You blink, aligning yourself to this new situation, to this unexpected twist, because when did Eddie -

Eddie.

Eddie.

Uh oh.

“What. The fuck. Are you doing?” Eddie’s voice is harsh, methodical, but level. He usually only sounds like this when he’s kicking out Kristof for starting a fight, or when he notices you doing something even mildly off-kilter when fixing up the club. It’s a dangerous tone.

Neither of you speak immediately. You can't even bring yourself to meet Volt’s eyes; you’re focused solely on Eddie, and how still, how charged he is.

“Are either of you going to fucking say anything?” His grip tightens on Volt’s hair, and Volt nearly stumbles back.

“Eddie, my darling,” Volt finally offers, trying the voice he uses to introduce the next act. The listen-to-what-I’m-about-to-say voice. “My, did we miss you -”

“Volt,” his voice is clipped, and Volt doesn’t try again. “I have one fucking rule. And you know that.”

You haven’t seen the ice that’s in Eddie’s eyes in weeks, and now it’s your turn to try. “Eddie, it was my -”

“Absolutely not.” Titanium eyes stop your words in your throat, and Eddie points a finger at you. “You are not in a position where you wanna lie to me.”

He’s right, and you know it, and you close your legs in an effort to take up less space on the bar.

Eddie turns his attention back to Volt, flexing his grip and pulling his partner’s head closer to him, turning him so their eyes meet. You feel the hum, the charge in the air that flows between them. “No. Sex. In the bar, Volt.” Eddie cocks his head, studying Volt’s strained white gaze. “Or did you not learn the last time when I caught you with Amir?”

Volt’s laugh is shakey, raising his hands in surrender. “It was only a broken mirror, Eddie, and look at me now! We’re being very careful to -”

Eddie cuts him off with a kiss you can only describe as forceful, teeth tugging at Volt’s lips, and keeping him in place as he twists his hand in Volt’s hair. You swear you hear a growl from Eddie’s throat when he harshly tugs Volt away again, and there’s a flash of something in his steely gaze as you watch his free hand start to fumble with his pants zipper.

Sometimes, you’re almost certain there are times that Volt and Eddie don’t communicate with words, that there’s something deeper between them that lets them move in a singular, tandem pace, synchronized. As Eddie unzips, and Volt placidly drops to his knees before him, you think this is one of those times.

“You,” Eddie groans, when Volt, unprompted, places a chaste, quick kiss to Eddie’s thick, angry cock, “need to shut. up.”

He says nothing more, but on instinct, Volt’s jaw goes slack, and nearly his entire cock slips into Volt’s mouth with practiced ease.

Your body tremors as you watch them, notice with interest how a small fuck falls from Eddie’s lip, and he throws his head back, steeling his jaw with bared teeth. He’s so still, letting Volt do the work on his cock, and - and you can’t help it, your thighs press together, and your nails scrap along the wood as your hands turn to firsts.

Eddie notices.

Eddie always notices.

Eddie’s eyes are nearly black with lust, hunger, and barely controlled rage. “You,” he says, voice rough in his throat. “Open your legs.”

You do, and the air is cold where your slick hasn’t dried.

Eddie reaches out his hand, extends his ring and middle finger, and lays them at the very edge of the bar. Still. Waiting.

You blink, unsure, but you’re not sure if you’re allowed to speak.

“Fuck yourself or don’t, live wire, I don’t care,” he says. “He’s - fuck - in more trouble than you. He’s not getting off tonight.”

Lucky, lucky, lucky, your mind chants, and your heart might just explode from electrocution if you’re not careful.

You scoot yourself to the edge of the bar, position your legs under you, line your entrance over where his fingers are raised and waiting. You grip the curve of the wood to steady yourself, and lower yourself down onto Eddie’s fingers, as far as you can, and your mouth falls open in a curse at the feeling of fullness finally returned to you.

Eddie only watches, his fingers knotting in Volt’s hair, trying with his entire willpower not to fuck all his fingers into your cunt. You feel so hot, so slick, and the currents racing through his cock are already dangerously close to shorting if Volt keeps his pace. He knows if he so much as catches a glimpse of those white eyes that he’ll blow like a fuse. So, he watches you, bouncing up and down as best you can, trying to grind your clit on his thumb. Angry as he is at catching you two in the one place you shouldn’t be, he has to admit, he thrives off the power you and Volt are feeding him.

You’re close, so close, and you moan Eddie’s name in want and frustration. He makes no sound, but Volt hums around Eddie’s cock, and you can’t tell whose slick, depraved sounds are whose.

Volt moans again, his grip tighter on Eddie’s hips, and you somehow know he’s warning you that Eddie won’t last long. You quicken your place, angling to find how Eddie’s thumb hits your clit. It’s just right, and you close your eyes, white bolts of lightning behind your eyelids as you climb, higher, higher -

“Yes, yes, Eddie Eddie, fuck, Eddie!” You cry as your orgasm hits like a surge, tingling and coursing through all your limbs, and your legs quiver as you force yourself to slow.

Eddie hisses through his teeth, knowing he has only seconds, and Volt only speeds up. “Fuck,” he grunts, and finally flicks his eyes down to watch Volt work, if only for a moment, but the second those knowing, loving, burning eyes meet his -

He short circuits.

Volt sucks him dry as Eddie groans, curses through his climax, even swallows him down with his nose pressed to the coils above Eddie’s shaft. Doesn’t let a single drop spill, Volt, and Eddie loves him for it.

You all are finally, somehow, able to relax, as you extricate yourselves from your slightly incoherent, slightly precarious positions. Volt, back on his feet, pulls you into his arms, hoists you up as you wrap you legs around them - none of you trust them to hold you up.

Eddie rubs his hand over your back, presses adoring kisses to your shoulder. “You alright, little wire?” He asks, in the softest voice you’ve heard him use all night.

You nod, turning your head to find his face. “Of course, Eddie. Always.”

A corner of his lip tugs up into a smile. “Good.” He plants a warm kiss on your cheek and tucks a hair behind your ear. “Like I said, you’re not in trouble. I know how dangerous Volt’s tongue can be.”

“Hey,” Volt quips, his fingers pressing into your thighs. “A moment ago you liked my dangerous tongue.”

Eddie pays the jest no mind, but still looks up at him. “You’re on close for a week. Alone. And - nope - don’t you ‘Eddie’ me. Alone. One week.”

Volt groans, and you don’t have to see his face to know he rolled his eyes too. “You already didn't let me cum, so I get the message." He, too, presses a small kiss to the top of your head. "But who’s going to keep our spark busy then, hm?”

Eddie smiles, seeing the mischievous glint that just appeared in your gaze. “Well, luckily, they have more than one option, don’t they?”

hank 1

mutual masturbation

bro is utterly obsessed with jerking one out with the boys (and you, duh)

he gets a major confidence, cocky sorta boost when he sees how transfixed you or the other hanks are on him stroking his pretty cock

to him, mutual masturbation is better than solo masturbation because he loves being with his loved ones (and he can rub one out quicker with IRL visuals and audio than watching porn)

breath play

hank’s nice big hands around a delicate neck, slowly restricting airflow

the trust and control given to him by the other party when he does so means the world to him

considers it to be one of the ultimate bonding activities

unfortunately, he has the thickest neck out of you and the hanks so he can’t get choked back :’(

but if you and another hank work together to choke him, hank 1 will immediately cum in his pants

edging

this man edges for the fun of it

treats it like it’s an olympic sport, seeing how long he can go without climaxing in a given period

he edges you and the other hanks like a supportive coach, singing praises and peppering kisses

have an edge off with hank 1 and you will lose, but you could always try to cheat by kissing his neck or biceps (his most sensitive parts)

hank 2

shibari

hank 2 is the most skilled with rope because he would dedicate a portion of his non-adventure time with the hanks to practicing his knot work

this then translates to the bedroom where he likes to make art with the ropes using you and the other hanks

loves the fact that he can manhandle the receiver and have them at his mercy while they’re tied up

while he does get sexual gratification out of it, shibari is more so an art form than simply a sex activity to him

his best shibari work was the time he secured hanks 1 and 3 together and suspended from the ceiling, which allowed you and hanks 4/5 to mess with them (i.e. teasing their thighs, licking their cocks)

voyeurism

he can be a shy guy and the first time he did it was 100% accidental; he left something in hank 3’s room and went to retrieve it, only to find him sucking off hank 5

he tried leaving but got too wrapped up in the sound of hank 5’s moans and hank 3’s slurps, soon finding himself stroking off to the sight

hank 2 would later confess to it but hanks 3 and 5 gave him the okay to watch ahead of time, as well as hanks 1/4 and you giving future consent

since then, hank 2 would occasionally get his stress out by sneaking peeks at his partners fucking, getting off to the idea that they don’t know if he truly is watching or not

graphoerotica

an uncommon sexual practice that hank 2 utterly relishes in, the act of writing on someone’s body

says it’s for penmanship practice, as he writes cock slut repeatedly on your back

prefers using lipstick as the writing instrument, specifically red lipstick because that’s his signature color

he also officiates each piece of writing with a kiss mark!!

you and the other hanks writing on him tho? write cum whore or something like on his chest and make sure to have the lipstick brush against his nipples, he will explode

hank 3

praise

as big as a flirt he is, hank 3 can’t take what he dishes out to you and the other hanks

reciprocate his flirting and he’s putty ready to be molded, he needs to know that he’s doing a good job

sing him sweet words about his humor, his body, his sex skills? he will cry in an oddly sexy way and kneel before you like you’re the universe

call him a good boy? prepare your hole because he will destroy it from those two words alone

roleplay

chairemi, nice out of the way! hank 3 is the real thespian with his acting

loves any sort of scenario, but his favorite has to be doctor/patient

the little eyebrow wiggle he does when he announces that he needs to conduct a “pelvic examination” is too funny

his favorite scene where he’s the bottom/sub? college professor/student

loves moaning out the title professor whenever he gets fucked in that scene and acts like such a cheeky shit (aka the usual but 10x)

cuckolding

put him in the cuck chair, put him in the cuck chair!!

the power play of seeing you getting fucked by the other hanks while not being able to do anything but watch is so intoxicating to hank 3

loves being punished by you or the other hanks if he tries to jerk off or engage from the cuck chair

his favorite time cuckholding was when you and the other hanks blindfolded him and restrained his hands so he could only get off to the sounds of you all fucking

hank 4

exhibitionism

certified freak… he wants everyone to know that you belong to him and the others

pre-realization, he loves fucking you in the laundry room the most

post-realization, he loves fucking you in public, usually the restroom or in nature

gets hella turned on if one of the hanks catches you two in the act, kinda just winks at them and continues his business with you

or if you’re the one who catches him fucking a hank in public, he would mouth “you’re next”

favorite place in public to fuck? the woods outside your house

biting/marking

oral fixation hank 4 supremacy

how do you think he lost that tooth? /hj (story for another time)

loves loves to bite your neck and thighs, thinks you taste the best

bite him during sex? you’re getting hammered

bro is peak ADHD and will zone out by biting on your nipples if you’re cuddling shirtless together

hair pulling

those pretty blond curls need to be pulled

the easiest way to turn hank 4 putty in your hand is by grabbing a handful and yanking hard as you can

it’s like revving a car up, he will go ballistic after enough pulls

on the other side, hank 4 like pulling hair on others, usually hank 1 or 5’s hair

intermittent hair pulling with head scratches? hank 4 will bust a nut

any hair touching during sex, tho? hank 4 loves :) pretty boy just wants his hair played with

hank 5

breeding

BREEDING KING

the biggest breeder

when you first start dating him and the other hanks, he can’t help but vibrate at the thought of finally breeding you; he was the first of the hanks to fall for you and he’s a DILF to be so… help a fella out?

also has fantasies of being bred (make mpreg real for hank 5) by the other hanks and you (please put a baby in him...)

sometimes you and him or he and another hank will pretend that the condom broke and that he knocked the receiver up… the ropes that man shoots during those scenes?? insane

body worship

a man who yearns is a man who earns and boyyyyy is hank 5 a yearner when it comes to admiring your and the other hanks’ bodies

loves running his calloused hands against the softest parts, muttering sweet nothings and taking in the sights

he will not stop praising someone’s body until he finds a compliment for each part from head to toe

you or the other hanks turn the tables and worship his body? he will be a blushing, blubbering mess

worship his moles??? the quickest way to get hank 5 to become the ultimate sub

sensation play

this is where the romantic in hank 5 comes out the most

he solely reserves this for one on one sex between you or another hank because he likes the intimacy of it

loves to be blindfolded and have hot wax dripped on his bare chest (bonus points if it’s green wax) or have ice rubeved against various parts of his body (usually nipples and neck)

likes to give the receiver a massage with lavender oil, altering his strokes and touches to maximize stimulation