22. Volt #4
“Yeah,” Wallace nodded. “Because now I’m going to be over there every night. I promise not to bug you if you have to work. I can read or watch a movie if you’re busy. But I’d really like to spend more time with you, if you don’t mind.”
“I always want you with me,” Volt told him fiercely.
This was what it was like, really having a boyfriend. Someone who wanted to see him for him.
He felt oddly weightless, like some shackles had loosened that he hadn’t even known he’d been wearing.
And so fucking head over heels in love. Every time he doubted, every time he fell back into those traps, Wallace was just there for him.
So perfect. So visibly excited just to be there with him.
Him! A sexbot spark with six years of consciousness, few skills except fucking, and quite a bit less than a penny to his name.
Volt had to kiss him. No, much more than that.
Now that Wallace had assured him that he wasn’t just interested in sex, Volt felt like he needed to have him. Not just the sex, but the connection.
It was so much bigger than sex, really. This drive to sink into the roles that made everything brighter and sweeter. To show Wallace how special he was, not just as a boyfriend, but as Daddy’s cherished sub.
So instead of just pouncing on Wallace and fucking him into the couch, he gathered his baby onto his lap, eliciting another adorable squeak as he maneuvered him how he wanted him.
“You can keep watching movies, baby girl,” he whispered, once Wallace’s back was pressed to his front. “I’ll put the next one on.” Wallace had the next movie cued up, so he started it with a thought.
Wallace turned back to look at him, not protesting at all, but a little confused.
Volt suppressed a chuckle. He wanted to shower Wallace with affection. Merge their bodies together until there was nothing between them.
He also wanted to play.
“Eyes on the movie, creampuff. Daddy wants to hold you.”
He could feel the shiver down Wallace’s frame, but he made himself wait until Wallace was truly engrossed again, his body relaxed.
Then he slowly pulled down the shoulder of the loose white sweater that had been absolutely begging him to use it for that purpose. He kissed along Wallace’s shoulder, softly at first, then nuzzling and biting, making an absolute buffet of that sweet flesh.
“Daddy!” Wallace squealed breathlessly. “I can’t watch the movie when you’re doing that!”
“Of course you can,” Volt assured him, while his own cock pulsed with confined arousal. “Now be a good girl and watch your movie while Daddy plays with you.”
He could feel the wave of need that shook itself through Wallace’s body. “Yes, Daddy,” Wallace replied, voice trembling.
He’s all mine, Volt thought. And I’m all his. Just the two of us.
It was a wondrous thing. Something he hadn’t let himself fully imagine with that thread of worry about why Wallace didn’t want him in the apartment dangling over his head.
Now that he knew what it was—that his boyfriend was wonderful—it was like there was nothing holding him back.
He’d been greedy for Wallace before, but it felt like an inferno now.
They’d exchanged I love yous before, but this was a whole new level.
He continued to nibble on Wallace’s neck, drinking in the little gasps and moans when he bit a little harder, marking him up. Then he would tickle over just the right place to make him tense up, giggling and whimpering in turn.
“Daaaaddyyyy,” Wallace complained again, in that breathless, needy voice when Volt’s hand burrowed under his sweater, seeking out all of that warm, luscious flesh, and found a tight little nipple.
“Quiet, baby. Daddy needs to play with you right now.”
Wallace was already rocking mindlessly on Volt’s lap, turning his cock to stone.
Yes, he could inflate and deflate that particular part of his anatomy with the same ease as moving his arm, but it was so much better like this, when it filled of its own accord.
When his body demanded it because he was just so damned turned on.
Wallace had taught him more about himself than he ever could have imagined.
“You’ll have to wear this sweater for me more often, baby girl.” He shifted Wallace’s body and pulled the neckline down so he could attack the other shoulder.
“I h-have two of them,” Wallace admitted. “They’re my f-faaavorite.”
Ooh! So he’d already been wearing them? This was big news.
“Good. Wear the other one tomorrow. I want to see my marks on you.”
Wallace gave a full body shudder. “Yes, Daddy!”
Volt twisted the other nipple, getting Wallace to arch away from him before grinding that full, succulent ass against his cock.
“Yes, Daddy! More! Please!”
Volt grinned, loving how vocal Wallace had become, blossoming under his Daddy’s care. How unashamed he was in asking for what he wanted.
All of which made it more fun to make him wait. “Hush, pretty pansy. Be a good girl and watch the movie. Daddy can’t hear when you’re being so loud.”
Of course, he was going to make sure that Wallace grew louder still.
God, he was so fucking gone for his baby. Wallace was his.