9. Wallace #2
He wanted to keep watching Volt’s talented fingers knead into the bottom of his foot.
He needed to see all of the techniques as Daddy picked out makeup and used tools that he didn’t understand, painting and primping and trimming him, putting weird little things between his toes and making him turn his face this way and that as strange-smelling liquids and powders were applied to his body.
Mostly he couldn’t get enough of Daddy’s strong jaw, glowing gold in the fairy lights. The strength in his arms as he manhandled Wallace exactly the way he wanted him. The curve of his broad shoulders. The masculine perfection of his torso.
The way that his strength made Wallace feel delicate and sexy and adorable.
But the true magic, the thing that made his heart flutter in his chest, was the reverence on Daddy’s face as he gently cupped Wallace’s chin.
The hunger in his eyes as he kissed up Wallace’s leg and pushed back the robe to brush soft fingertips over his lace-covered dick, leaving him squirmy and needy while Daddy went back to applying a second coat of nail polish.
“So beautiful,” Daddy whispered as he coated Wallace’s lips. “Gorgeous,” as he kissed up Wallace’s inner thigh. And “Need you so much, baby girl,” as he dabbed a heady, sweet fragrance to Wallace’s pulse points.
Wallace needed Volt, too. He felt like he was almost sinking into a trance, at once completely relaxed and desperately aroused. Every touch was a caress. Every pause was an opportunity for Daddy to kiss the inside of his wrist or run a teasing finger down his needy cock.
Wallace was still wearing the fluffy robe, but that only made it more thrilling when Daddy snuck a hand under it to rub a thumb over his taut nipple before casually continuing with his task.
Wallace blinked slowly a few times when Daddy finally asked him a question.
“Ready to see?”
“Yes?” he answered, feeling breathless. He’d been trying not to think too much about what he would look like, but now his heart raced anew.
With the way that Volt was looking at him, he almost didn’t want to see, content to be the sexy person that his Daddy believed in even if the mirror would tell a different story.
He looked down at his hands and feet, all buffed and trimmed, then painted with such skill Volt surely could have taken another job. His fingers had a clear gloss, so subtle that it only caught the light at the right angle, but deeply affirming in a way he couldn’t put words to.
For his toes, Daddy had chosen a soft shell pink with an opalescent sheen. It wasn’t as bold as he might have chosen, and it made his feet look dainty. Cute.
He absolutely adored it.
Maybe the mirror wouldn’t be so bad.
“You’re gorgeous,” Daddy told him.
Wallace took a deep breath and prepared to stand, but Daddy was already lifting and guiding him, one hand around his back as they turned to the mirror, then fitting their bodies together.
Wallace gazed and gazed and… this couldn’t possibly be him.
He looked… he looked…
He was pretty.
His eyes were luminous and full, like they’d gotten bigger, and he looked almost innocent as he blinked his dusky lashes.
His lips were plump and pink, shimmering like a berry about to be plucked.
His skin glowed with some inner radiance, smooth and soft, yet flushed with health.
He’d felt Daddy shaving his face, but he hadn’t expected the neat little beard tucked beneath his now-trembling bottom lip. Somehow, that was cute and pretty, too!
“Daddy!” he sobbed. There went the waterworks. He was probably going to ruin all of Daddy’s hard work.
“Baby? Are you okay? We can take it off if…”
Wallace shook his head, pushing against Volt’s chest to keep him away until he could get his words in order. “I love it.”
I love you, he thought, though he knew it was about a million months too soon.
Daddy beamed. “You’re gorgeous, darling.”
Wallace nodded, wordless. He’d expected something dramatic, but this was so subtle he could almost get away with wearing it to work.
He reached toward the mirror, somehow surprised when his reflection followed him. This was really him. This was what he looked like.
Like himself, but softer and prettier and just… more.
He hadn’t known this was possible.
Volt wrapped his arms around Wallace’s middle and rested his chin on Wallace’s shoulder. “You’re gorgeous when you cry for me. Like a jewel.”
That made him cry even harder.
Why had it taken so long for him to have this in his life? Why was this the first time that he’d looked in the mirror and seen this wondrous creature looking back at him?
How was it even possible that Volt had pulled back all of his layers and found this inside?
The awe he had for the person looking back at him from the mirror, the need and the fear… He wanted it so much that it almost hurt. He wanted to gobble it all up, even though he was still half afraid that it would poison him.
He’d never dreamed he could actually be pretty.
“Give me your tears,” Daddy whispered, which somehow made him sniffle and start to dry up, even as a seductive shiver raced down his spine. It was safe for him to cry, which meant he didn’t need to.
He wanted to smile right now, and he did, even as the lights went crystalline and rainbow around him.
Daddy handed him a tissue, and he blew his nose in the most un-sexy way possible.
“I feel like all I do around you is cry,” he complained, laughing even as he said it.
“That’s because I’m a very lucky man,” Daddy returned. He rubbed the fluffy robe spread across Wallace’s belly, holding him tight. “What do you need from me right now, sweet girl?”
Something pulsed between them. Some magic of the night. Of seeing and being seen. It flowed around them like a current and brought them together like two halves of a magnet.
Wallace could have spent hours staring at himself in the mirror, but even more, he burned with a need for the spark behind him.
“Make me yours, Daddy,” he whispered.