10. Wallace #3
Wallace buried his face in his shoulder.
Daddy was proud of him. Daddy thought he was luscious.
He sucked in lungfuls of Daddy’s scent.
He’d done it.
He’d admitted it to Volt, and the world hadn’t exploded.
Not that it was completely a surprise, after everything else tonight, but it was different making it real.
Wallace had known from the first night with Volt—from the first few minutes even—that he was completely, irredeemably gay.
But now he was admitting to himself that maybe this wasn’t just a kink thing, or even a clothes thing. That he was… maybe not so entirely male?
He knew all the words for it. Nonbinary. Genderqueer. Genderfluid, maybe, though he wasn’t sure what the difference was between all the terms.
So was that him?
If he wanted to wear pretty dresses and be Daddy’s princess and… maybe imagine himself with different anatomy, too?
For a moment, the doubts loomed and his stomach hurt, even while he trembled at the possibility.
He was fat and dumpy and awkward. His father would hate him forever.
His brother would double over laughing if he ever saw him, and Wallace would die of mortification.
It was weird. And wrong. Even if it was fine for other people, it could never be for him.
Volt moved over him, pinning him down exquisitely with his weight while he murmured in his ear. “You’re so beautiful, creampuff. So strong and sweet. Daddy’s so proud of you.” His hands cradled Wallace’s face, holding him and pulling him closer.
Well, fuck everyone else, because Daddy was proud of him. What the hell did he care about anybody else’s opinions?
“My beautiful, sweet girl,” Daddy whispered down his neck. “My pretty princess.”
“I’m not a woman,” he said out loud. Just to avoid any confusion. Or maybe to hear himself say it. To make the words real.
Daddy lifted himself to one elbow, giving Wallace his full attention.
“But… I’m not a man either?” he added. Fuck. He wasn’t a man. He wasn’t supposed to be a man.
“You’re my creampuff,” Daddy confirmed.
Wallace let his eyes flutter closed. “Yeah,” he sighed. That was the only identity he needed.
So when Daddy kissed him again, he arched up, grinding into Daddy’s weight yet feeling oddly light. No, more than that. Exhilarated, like bubbles of champagne were fizzing in his blood.
He’d admitted his deepest, scariest fantasy, and somehow gotten exactly what he wanted: Daddy’s hard cock rubbing up against his… his pussy.
While he was wearing the sexy little panties that his boyfriend had bought for him.
Daddy thrust against him, making him moan as their bodies connected. Just a few more times and Wallace knew he would come.
But Daddy had other plans, kissing down his body, then slowly dragging off his panties. He kissed down his leg, then back up his other one, spreading them apart so that Wallace was completely exposed.
Daddy pushed his knees out and back toward his chest. “Hands here, baby. Hold yourself open for me.”
Wallace teetered between embarrassment and need as he complied. He had to look so wanton. Absolutely shameless.
He loved it, though. The way that he was doing this for Daddy. Serving him, maybe. Holding himself open for Daddy’s fingers, and maybe—he tried not to hope too much—his cock.
Wallace shrieked when something warm and wet bathed his asshole. “Daddy?” he sounded fretful. Lost. It wasn’t really a question, because he knew what it was.
Daddy’s mouth. His tongue. Daddy was kissing his hole like he was making love to it.
He hadn’t had any idea that it could feel so good. Not the faintest clue.
“Daddy!” He was more frantic now. He was really going to come, and Daddy was hardly even doing anything.
Daddy’s hot, wet mouth pulled back for a moment, then he looked up between Wallace’s legs and grinned. “Damn, princess. You’re irresistible. Love how you respond to me.”
Wallace nodded. The dirty talk drove him wild, but right now he was desperate.
“So pretty,” Daddy reiterated, reaching one finger down to circle the head of Wallace’s cock. “Such a pretty little clit.”
Wallace shivered down to his toes. Not his cock, but his clit.
His pretty clit.
There was the tiniest hint of a click, and then Daddy’s fingers were wet, somehow, slicked with lube that sent every sensation into the stratosphere. “Such a good girl,” Daddy praised. “So wet for me. So ready.”
Wallace knew that Daddy had produced the lube out of his magical sexbot fingers, but he loved the idea of it. Getting wet for Daddy.
He expected Daddy to start stroking his… clit, or maybe—please, pretty please—start fingering his hole, but he didn’t do either of those things. Instead, his fingers wandered between them, into the tender place between Wallace’s balls and his ass.
Some distant part of Wallace’s mind matched that anatomy with his prostate, but from the outside. That was a thing, right?
“Such a soft little pussy for me,” Volt murmured.
Wallace gasped at the idea, even though he’d imagined it himself before, touching himself there. He’d had no idea it could be so sensitive, though, with Daddy touching it. That it would feel so right, mapping that secret place onto his real body.
It was sending his body into overdrive, lighting up something inside. Volt caressed from the outside, then pressed in just the right way, leading to another glorious burst of pleasure.