13. Volt #3
The power that Wallace held over him right now made all his gears crunch and jangle, motors running out of synch.
“Tighter,” Volt begged.
“Like this, Daddy?” Wallace asked, giving a firmer stroke that had him groaning and clenching his fists. “Am I pleasing you?”
Volt’s hips came up, and his vision sparked. His boy was still so sweet and submissive. Everything he’d ever wanted in a partner. “You please me so much, creampuff.” His words came out husky and raw.
“What else, Daddy?”
He truly didn’t know. He felt vulnerable. Flayed open. “More, please. More. Your… other hand?”
Wallace stroked up Volt’s thigh, then cupped his balls. He was barely skimming the wrinkled flesh, and it was like a whole new world of sensation.
Volt looked down at Wallace in wonder and found it mirrored back.
Wallace looked entranced. Dazed. Then he snorted out a little laugh. “I am so, so gay. Like, really, really gay.” He sounded exhilarated. “Daddy, I really like your cock,” he added, voice low. “I don’t ever want to stop touching it.”
“Please don’t stop,” Volt pleaded. He was getting swept under, but he wanted to support Wallace too. “And you’re my… ungh… my beautiful boy and my gorgeous, aaaahhhhh, gorgeous girl. Just… meant for your Daddy. So, uuuuunghhhhhhh, good for me.”
Volt was panting. He’d never done that before, slurring his words, losing his train of thought. It was programmed into him to make it sound like he was losing his words sometimes, but that was following a well-worn path of building toward a successful outcome with a partner.
This was like the train going off the rails. Falling off a cliff and soaring into the unknown. It had truly been an effort to speak. Was this what humans felt like all the time when they had sex?
“Daddy? Will you teach me how you like it?” Wallace’s eyes drifted to half-mast as he looked up at Volt. “How to serve you?”
Volt groaned. Wallace was trying to kill him. His technique might be a little sloppy. His grip still too tentative, his exploring hand on Volt’s sac lighting him on fire without bringing any relief. Volt wasn’t sure if he wanted to change a thing.
But god, the idea of him teaching Wallace. The way that their kinks fit together like a lock and key. He wanted Wallace to serve him. To dig deep into their roles, testing Wallace’s limits even as he was testing his own.
He put his wide hands over Wallace’s smaller hands, tightening their shared grip on his cock. Then he really started to moan.
Wallace whimpered along with him, panting as he took in the sight.
Volt picked up Wallace’s other hand, wondering what he wanted Wallace to do with it. He truly didn’t know, and all he could fall back on was his programmed sense of what someone else would enjoy.
He brought Wallace’s hand to his mouth to lick, and then smoothed it around the crown of his dick.
Then he shouted. He actually screamed.
Fuck! How was this much pleasure even possible?
“Can I taste you?” Wallace asked, breathy and needy.
“Hell, yes.” He needed that more than anything he’d needed in his life. He was close to something amazing. Something impossible.
Wallace bent forward, his soft tummy brushing Volt’s thighs. Then his tongue. Lapping gently, like a kitten at a bowl of milk.
“You’re so big, Daddy,” he whispered. “Oh, god. I didn’t know it would be so good.” He giggled again, echoing Volt’s wonderment.
Volt hadn’t known either. He just… hadn’t known.
And now he was getting lost in it. His body wasn’t his own. The pleasure seemed like it would fry his circuits, leaving him a hollowed-out shell. He groaned as Wallace licked him again, his hands gripping Volt’s hips, pinning him down in their mutual need.
“That’s right,” Volt panted. “You’re such a sweet little girl, making me feel so good.”
Wallace whimpered, eyes blown from the praise as he looked up at Volt. He took the tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue and making a little slurping noise.
Volt was going to die. Right here.
Volt’s processors skittered, dropping code. Something was welling up inside him. Emotion. Feeling. Love.
And god, the sensation… He thought he’d known pleasure, but he didn’t know it could be like this. Ecstasy ran through him, racing across his circuits.
He could feel his climax approaching, but he couldn’t stop.
Wallace circled the tip again with his heated tongue, finally getting the right grip and timing with his soft, pretty hands to send Volt into the stratosphere.
His hands tightened in his lover’s hair. His hips jerked. Pleasure crashed through him like a tidal wave, and he fell deep into the abyss.
Wallace had barely started to touch him, and somehow, he was coming. Spurt after spurt over Wallace’s surprised, rapturous face until his reservoir ran dry. And he was still rutting and shaking, drowning in bliss. He couldn’t see. Couldn’t think.
He was a flame. An explosion of fireworks. A star going supernova.
His vision went grayscale and sparking, his limbs twitching. He was lost in a darkness that was lit by a thousand stars.
Then everything went black.