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Eddie looked good in red. He was more inclined towards black, but red was something else entirely. Bringing out the copper in his hair, the flush of his cheeks, red had eyes from every corner being drawn to him. It was only sensible that his partners wanted to see him in it more.
He was laid on his back in their bedroom above the bar. He was decidedly nude while his live wire was still completely covered in the silky get up from earlier in the night. With how you were perched over him, he could feel the fabric brush against his cock any time you made the smallest movements. His hands weren’t bound, but he didn’t dare move them with the way Volt’s hard gaze pierced him in place, also just as dressed as you. He pointed to the spot right below Eddie’s collarbone. “Right there, spark.”
You moved at Volt’s insistence, eyes not leaving Eddie’s for a second, as ruby lips made contact with his burning skin. Your hair tickled his chin, and he had to suppress the intense, all encompassing urge to allow his hands to freely grip your hair so he could move the lips working on his collar all the way up to his own. To feel you against him on his own terms.
Eddie didn’t let go often, and honestly he preferred it that way, but the power you held in your eyes made him so hard that he couldn’t care what he preferred. Power he knew Volt was the complete source of, using you to get to Eddie. He glanced over to where Volt sat right next to him, fingers running through the strands of Eddie’s hair at a painfully slow pace. His low voice would ring out every time he commanded you to kiss, bite, scratch a different section of his body. Head to toe, he was painted in the shape of your lips.
“Live wire,” you rose to meet Volt’s gaze and everything was still moving at a grueling, sluggish pace. Your back purposefully arched in the way you knew drove him wild because it meant he could feel your chest graze against his, “I don’t think his lips have enough colour, wouldn’t you agree?”
Your smile was sinister as you drew out an agreement. Your breath whispered against his lips, quiet enough that your words were only for the two of you. “You’ll let me paint your lips, won’t you, Eddie?”
The whimper he let out vibrated against your lips, lips that were practically touching his, but was still not enough. He thought his nod was desperate, yet he found himself unable to care about anything if it was not whatever the two of you had planned for him. With a nip to his bottom lip and a giddy, “thank you, baby,” your lips slid against his after what felt like eons for Eddie.
You were sloppy, but that was expected. Eddie knew your intention with this kiss. He tried to kiss back as well as he could, however your determination was beating out his lust for you. Your need to smear lipstick onto his own lips as best you could had you controlling every aspect of your kiss, leaving Eddie to be a mess of spit and makeup. He strained against invisible binds, the only shackle being the desire to be yielding, when your legs would squeeze around where they were resting against his thighs. Perhaps he would have allowed his hips to jolt if he couldn’t feel the immovable press of your own restricting them to the mattress.
You backed away from Eddie’s wanton mouth, sharing his heavy pants with a lot more composure than he was. Licking your faded red lips— most of it now a ring around Eddie’s own —your gaze drooped to the tube that hadn’t left your sight since the beginning of the night. Eyes burning in their contact with Eddie’s, you unscrew the lipstick and ever so slowly reapply the red. Ruby returning to its full saturation, you end off with a kiss leaving its mark on his chin.
“Beautiful, my love,” Volt’s approval sang out in the air, “I do think we’ve missed a spot, though.”
It was like you knew what he wanted you to do next before he ever said it, particularly considering how your gaze glanced down to his leaking cock. The one part of him Volt had continuously told you to ignore. Eddie knew if it had been your way, you’d have given him everything he’d ask for. He knew you reveled in being his merciful release from Volt’s torment. Your hands rubbed over his shoulders, giving him the illusion of this mercy, before letting them go past his clavicle down to his hips. With your nails.
He shivered at the impact of your fingers indenting his skin until you reached his thighs, where Eddie longed for the pressure to return as your hands alleviated their cruel grip. Then you did the worst thing you could have at this moment. You stopped. Stopped moving, stopped touching— no matter how featherlight —and your stare moved from Eddie to Volt in an act of awaiting.
“Please,” Eddie whined. Volt ignored him. So much so that he turned entirely to you, leaving Eddie in his peripheral vision.
“Or rather, our masterpiece might be complete.” Eddie sobbed at Volt’s ruthless denial. Contrary to what it may seem, Volt was being quite sweet right now. He was allowing you to grant Eddie respite the way you so adored doing, to become the oasis you thrived being. Your smile matched your tone in its sly nature when you said, “maybe just some finishing touches.”
“As you wish, live wire.”
Eddie jumped from the sudden warm press of your mouth against his hip, staining him further in lipstick. He met your eyes one final time before you finally, finally dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock. Eddie let out a breath coated in satisfied relief. Instead of swirling your tongue around his tip like you knew he liked, you kissed it instead. He was unsurprised to see the manifestation of your lips there. You tended to be less forbearing than he ever was and such was especially evident when you took him deep down your throat, awarding you with euphonic strained grunts.
Eddie doesn’t endure the restraint he was clinging onto for very long now that you had provided him any semblance of gratification. His hand moved swiftly to your hair and he only maintained his grasp for barely a second before his wrist was clasped in Volt’s hold, being pulled away from your scalp. Icy blue burned into cool grey. “Now, now, Eddie. You should never attempt to take over an artist’s creative control.”
Eddie muttered an understanding and retracted his hand. You were so kind to him, you were giving him anything he could’ve asked for and he hadn’t even needed to guide you at all with how you had him memorized. The deeper you took him, the heavier his breathing echoed in the comfort of his bedroom. When he allowed himself subtle glances down to see the way your cheeks hollow out, he gradually started to understand the appeal of the lipstick. His cock had the notorious rings of red surrounding it. Eddie almost recognized why the two of you were referring to it as a work of art, however, not quite as much as Volt would have liked.
When indicative cries of Eddie’s impending orgasm resounded, Volt halted you. “Do you wish to ask something of him, live wire? You’re more than welcome.”
You removed yourself from where you met Eddie and let your hand replace your mouth, keeping a lethargic pace to keep Eddie right where you wanted him. It was as though it was impossible to rip the smile off your face when you had Eddie like this, looking at you like you were his only salvation. It was particularly enriching when the two of you shared the unspoken knowledge that not a move would be made without Volt’s approval. Good thing he approved of whatever you pleased. Your voice was slightly raspy, relatively unnoticeable, but Eddie was able to tell, with how close to him you were. Noses grazing against each other. “I would love to.”
With your other hand, you ran your fingers through the route of his damp hair to finally rest on his jaw with a compassion only you could emanate this gracefully. Your breath whispered against his lips again. “Will you do something for me, Eddie?”
And you looked so gorgeous he wouldn’t have been able to reply with any other confirmation other than, “anything.”
“Would you compliment yourself for me?” You asked. He could hear Volt let out a huff of amusement. You drew a finger down his chest. “I worked so hard on my painting. I hope you think it looks as beautiful as I do.”
Eddie’s breath shuddered. A game you loved to play, using his desperation in your mission against his self-esteem. Unfortunately, it worked every time because oh my god, please put your mouth back, live wire, please. Looking into your eyes, he saw persuasion. Looking into Volt’s, he saw command. A silent go on, then lingered in the air between them. He couldn’t disappoint either of you now, could he?
“I-I’m…,” he gulped, “useful.” Pleasantly appeased, you honoured him with quicker flicks of your wrist. Nothing more, so he knew to continue.
“Uh—, I’m attractive.” You slackened your hand, and Eddie groaned as your silent request was acquiesced promptly. “Not attractive. Hot.”
Your crinkled eyes and Volt’s subtle smirk would’ve been plenty rewarding, but you were generous enough to return your tongue to his length occasionally.
It was getting hard to coherently offer sufficient praises as Eddie put all his might into keeping his hips stagnant. You and Volt were waiting though, you still hadn’t given him anything further than languid strokes and Volt had fingers twirling strands of Eddie’s wires.
“I deserve this. I-I deserve you two.” He thought he said something like that, barely lucid, and it had to have been the right thing to say, because not only did your mouth eagerly return to his cock, Volt also decided to grace him with his own teeth against his throat. Eddie could feel bruises forming on his neck that he knew matched your lipstick stains perfectly. With your dual continued efforts and Eddie’s previous impatience, it wasn’t too long until your practiced touches had Eddie letting out curses unabashedly.
Something he wasn’t expecting, however, was the way the cold hit him quick after your mouth released him seconds before he came. Having been uncaring to stop, his seed covered his stomach and all you offered him was a frivolous smile. Leaving him a final kiss to his lips, you said, “there. All varnished.”
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Eddie’s eyes fluttered open when he felt the coolness of a towel on his stomach. He squinted against Volt’s retreating form, recognizing his chill being the relief on Eddie’s skin, before meeting your mirthful eyes gazing down on him. He returned your smile and whispered a breathy hi. You waved the make-up wipe in your hand so Eddie could allow you more room to better wipe the lingering red on his neck.
With Volt returned to his side again, Eddie asked him, “so, did it look nice?”
A gentle kiss against freshly clean and glossy lips, Volt said, “I’d display you on the walls if I could.”