16. Volt #4
“Do you want to swallow?” Volt forced himself to ask, since he hadn’t had the presence of mind to ask last time.
Logically, he shouldn’t care either way.
The well of fluid that he could squirt out was just another feature of his body, and a lot of people enjoyed sexbots because turning off that option made everything less messy.
But he wanted to make his baby take everything.
“Please, Daddy.” Wallace’s voice was husky and broken, proving again that he was Volt’s perfect match. “Make me swallow. Mark me inside.”
Oh, fuck. Volt was so totally done for. He was going to mark his baby inside.
“That’s right, pretty girl. Touch your clit.
Get yourself off while I use you.” Volt pushed him down, sinking in deep, loving the feeling of his lover’s throat spasming, and the struggle and effort Wallace was making just to please him.
“You’re mine,” he panted. “Gonna claim you. Gonna come down your throat and fucking own you.”
The fingers of Wallace’s free hand clenched, digging into Volt’s thighs. His tongue lapped against the underside of Volt’s cock, still trying to give his Daddy more. His face was a mess, wet with tears and snot and spit.
Volt could feel his control starting to break. That feeling welling up inside him was threatening to overtake him, a tsunami racing toward the shore. His hips pumped erratically, his rhythm lost as he gripped Wallace’s hair and used his mouth.
Wallace was shaking, sobbing as he frantically tried to keep up with Volt’s pistoning hips, his other hand working himself in a rapid rhythm.
Volt was losing himself. He’d thought he’d have more control this time. That he could handle it. But now he was a thing of passion and need. It was as if he could just push deeply enough, he would fuse with Wallace and never have to be separated again.
“Now, baby. Now,” he commanded. “Come for me.”
There was a wet surge against Volt’s leg as Wallace’s hot cum splattered over him. Wallace trembled in his grip, choking as the first splash of Volt’s fluids hit the back of his throat. He sobbed as he swallowed.
That sound was Volt’s undoing. The adoration in Wallace’s reddened eyes. The connection between them.
Code skittered. Motors stalled. The universe whirled around him, pulsing in time to the whir of his fans and the beat of Wallace’s heart. Bliss exploded, his whole body alight with pleasure.
Then everything went black.
* * *
Volt woke up in stages, the familiar pattern of diagnostic checks rushing over him and assuring him that everything was okay. His body twitched in micromovements, probably unnoticeable to anyone around him, assuring that everything was in working order.
No, everything was fucking amazing.
Wallace’s sweet warmth was wrapped around him, and he was still sitting on the side of the bed, his feet flat on the floor and his back erect. The pillows had moved from between his legs, though.
“Creampuff?” he asked.
“Hi, Daddy,” Wallace said sweetly.
“Are you okay?” That was Volt’s first thought.
Wallace nodded. “Now I am. I have to admit that it’s a little scary when you go still like that, but I had Angel check that everything was okay, and he said it was, so I was just waiting.”
“Good girl,” Volt soothed. “I’m sorry I keep doing that.”
Wallace gave him a fond look. “I still can’t believe that I’m the first one to make you feel that way.”
“The only one,” Volt swore. Was he over-promising? Expecting too much? They’d committed to being boyfriends, to being exclusive, but was he too greedy? “How’s your throat?” he asked, rapidly changing the subject.
“A little sore, Daddy.” Wallace grinned.
Volt could hear the roughness in his voice, but he didn’t seem at all displeased. He gripped Wallace’s neck, rubbing his thumb gently across his pulse. “We’ll take good care of you. Maybe some ice cream for my good boy.”
Wallace giggled, such a beautiful, happy sound. “Okay, Daddy. But not right now. I’m sleepy.”
“Mmmm…” Volt let his chest rumble. “Then let’s slide into bed. Do you need to use the bathroom?”
“Nope. I cleaned up while you were, uh, out of it. Angel told me I wouldn’t miss anything.”
Volt chuckled. This wasn’t exactly an intimate moment that he wanted his big brother involved in, but he was glad that Angel had been there to reassure his boy when he couldn’t do it himself. “I’m glad you checked with him so you didn’t worry too much. Now let’s snuggle in, sleepy girl.”
He lifted the blankets and crawled in, pulling Wallace on top of him and then letting his snuggly sub adjust until he was comfortable.
He ran his fingers over the back of Wallace’s neck, imagining a collar resting there someday.
His collar.
The one that was tucked away in his closet in a little black box.
Maybe he would give it to Wallace tomorrow. To reaffirm their connection. To remind Wallace that Daddy would always take care of him.
Although… they’d just had a few difficult days when Wallace hadn’t let Volt take care of him.
No, this wasn’t the time yet.
Volt had to be sure. He had to know that Wallace was really his. That he wouldn’t change his mind.
But right now, with his creampuff back in his arms, he didn’t want to think about that.
Wallace felt like his, so soft and trusting in his arms. Volt was already watching the video he’d recorded earlier without even intending to, when Wallace had begged for Daddy to take away his guilt and pain and make it all better.
The single crystalline tear sliding down Wallace’s cheek when all he’d asked for was to be close to his Daddy.
After so much stress and longing, it had been exhilarating to meet all of his baby’s needs.
To relax his baby so completely that he collapsed in his arms, falling right to sleep with those adorable snuffly sounds that came out in little puffs against Volt’s neck.
This was everything that Volt needed.
This was bliss.