18. Volt #3
Volt kissed Wallace’s finger, and then sucked it into his mouth, fellating it while Wallace groaned.
Hundreds of images came to mind. How sexy Wallace would look. The sounds he would make and the way he would squirm and pant. The way he would call out Volt’s name as he came.
But were any of those about pleasing Volt?
He had to have a thousand fantasies, right? He daydreamed about Wallace all the time.
But for himself?
He mentally pulled up the list of kinks that Wallace had filled out for him a while back, considering and rejecting each one. The only one that really stood out, the one that he’d kept circling back to, was electrostim.
He’d been excited when Wallace had checked it off as “very interested in trying”, the small metal panels in his fingers tingling at just the thought of charging them up and holding them over Wallace’s quivering flesh.
There was something just so… intimate about it.
Volt loved it for the same reason that he preferred spankings with his hand instead of resorting to crops or whips. He could feel every pulse and reaction. He could control it as finely as a kiss, varying the sensation in a thousand beautiful ways.
It was a part of him.
And now, with Wallace’s love blanketing him, would be a perfect time to reveal a feature that he’d been… not quite forthcoming about.
Alright, so he’d been hiding it.
Because having electrostim panels built into your fingers and cock wasn’t exactly normal, even for a spark. And Volt knew he was a sexbot. He was moderately proud of it some days.
It just seemed like another thing that might come between him and his creampuff. Another reminder of what he’d been designed for and how different their situations were.
He’d considered sharing it with Wallace more than a few times, but he hadn’t quite been able to bring it up. Probably Wallace wouldn’t think anything of it.
Wallace loved him.
Him. Volt Medina. An outmoded sexbot spark with a failing business, and Wallace loved him anyway.
Sharing this now would only bring them closer, right?
But some part of him worried that Wallace wouldn’t enjoy it.
He could so clearly imagine running a high-voltage finger down the side of Wallace’s cock while he squirmed and whimpered, gasping at each sensation.
Thrusting two pulsating fingers into Wallace’s tight hot ass and letting the throbbing current rest against Wallace’s prostate until he came, mouth open and overwhelmed.
The way that Wallace would look at him with so much need and adoration.
But Volt could get all of those reactions without his sexbot additions. He knew a thousand ways to make Wallace fall apart in his arms.
Maybe they could try something new, like electrostim, another day, when he wasn’t feeling so raw already.
All he wanted was Wallace.
That was, truly, the secret to all of his fantasies.
Even now, when he imagined Wallace choking on his cock, none of it was about how Volt felt in his own body.
Letting Wallace make him come that first time had been life-changing.
But when he closed his eyes, all he could envision was how wrecked Wallace would look, snot and tears running down his face while Volt pushed him to the very edge and let him sink into subspace.
Did he actually have any of his own desires?
Wallace withdrew his finger from Volt’s mouth and gave him a cute little grin. “It’s hard, isn’t it, Daddy? You’re not used to thinking about yourself.”
Volt nodded, stunned by his words even though he’d just come to the same conclusion.
“I have to admit that most of my fantasies focus on your pleasure,” Volt hazarded. Okay, it was apparently all of them, but surely he could think of something.
Or maybe he couldn’t.
And Wallace was patiently waiting.
“Do you think it’s the sexbot thing?” Volt finally asked.
Wallace considered. “I think it could be a sex worker thing.” Then he grinned. “Or it could just be a Daddy thing. You told me from the beginning that you get off on bringing a sub pleasure, even if it’s not sexual. Maybe that’s just your kink.”
“Yeah?” Volt brightened. That felt right. Maybe some of it was being a sex worker—though he’d done a lot of thinking about that this past month and was almost on the verge of the terrifying step of sharing it with Wallace—but the Daddy thing felt true.
“I’ll ask again, then,” Wallace told him. “What would bring you the most pleasure right now? Be honest with yourself first.”
Volt flipped through his fantasies again, and everything led back to the same place. Wallace. Naked. Begging. The ropes and electrostim and sexy clothing all added spice, but at the center of it all was Wallace.
“The fantasy is you, baby girl,” he said with more conviction this time.
“I want to see you wracked with pleasure. I want to take you apart and put you back together again. I want you begging me to stop, because you’re so overwhelmed with pleasure that you can’t handle another second, and then you take it for me anyway. ”
“Then do that, Daddy,” Wallace whispered. “Make me take it. Make me cry.”