36. Wallace #4
He kept circling his clit, his own wails muffled, until Daddy pushed him back and painted his face with cum, the white globs coming out thick and hot.
Sucking in gasping breaths that made his head spin, the waves of pleasure shook through him as he stroked Daddy through his orgasm.
“Daddy…” It was the only word he could think of. The only word that could encompass the enormity of what they shared. Of how loved and needed he felt right now.
“Creampuff…” Daddy seemed equally awed. “Baby…” He whimpered, then dropped back to the mattress, every muscle going still and stiff.
Wallace could feel the dopey smile splitting his face as he grabbed a few tissues from the nearby box and wiped his face.
Once clean, he rested his cheek on Daddy’s knee, feeling small and close, while he waited for Daddy to wake up.
Everything was right in the world again.
* * *
Wallace didn’t know how much time had passed as Daddy reset—definitely longer than usual, but not quite long enough that he needed to call Oliver to check—and the first thing he’d done was pull Wallace into his arms and cover him with kisses.
Now they were angled correctly on the bed, and he rested his full weight on Daddy’s body, soaking in the sensation. Their legs were tangled together, Daddy’s arms holding him tight. He nuzzled against Daddy’s neck, feeling sleepy and sated. He had no idea how late it was.
“I’m going to grow out my hair,” he murmured.
Daddy’s hand drifted to his head, stroking the short strands. “You’ll be gorgeous.”
“Mmmm… and it’ll make it easier for you to pull.”
Daddy chuckled, the sound moving his chest. “I can’t wait.”
Wallace nuzzled in closer, filling his lungs with Daddy’s scent.
“I think I have a plan. For the next few months, at least.” It wasn’t really a full-fledged plan.
He hadn’t been able to think past quitting his job and standing up to his father, except in the most abstract way.
And then he’d been worried for days that Volt wouldn’t recover from the takeover mod.
But somewhere in the moments between, ideas had started to form. More were forming now.
“Hmmm?” Daddy inquired. He didn’t need to sleep, of course, but he sounded relaxed and happy. His power cable was plugged in, so he could hold Wallace all night.
“I’d like to move into Prism, if that’s okay with you.”
Daddy’s grip tightened, squeezing him close. “Really? Are you sure, baby?”
Wallace grinned. “Absolutely.”
“Forever?”
Wallace giggled, his fleshy shoulders sliding against Daddy’s firm chest. “I haven’t thought ahead that far. Can we start with a few months and figure it out together when we get there?”
Daddy’s hands stroked up and down his back. “Of course, creampuff. We’ll take everything at your pace.”
Wallace shook his head. “We’ll take everything at our pace. Boyfriends, remember?”
Daddy kissed his forehead. “Alright, love. Our pace.”
“But I’m buying a pair of security bots to keep on the premises. For my own safety.” He pulled back to give Daddy a hard stare, daring him to disagree.
“Alright, baby.”
Wallace’s mouth fell open. “Really? You’re not going to argue?”
“Boyfriends, remember?” Daddy teased. Then, more seriously, “Your safety is the most important thing to me in the world. And I know you’re not doing it just for yourself, no matter what you say, but I’ve already screwed up enough by arguing with you or not sharing things like this.
It’s your money and… I’ll just say thank you. For taking care of our family.”
Tears prickled at Wallace’s eyes, and he hid his face in Daddy’s neck. Their family. His family. He was a part of a family with Volt and Angel and Magnolia.
Daddy rubbed his back, giving him time to process, then resumed speaking at a low rumble. “We’ll still have to visit your apartment sometimes, to use the dance studio you made for me.”
Wallace nodded, still awed by how much his life was changing. “I’d like that, Daddy. It’s my favorite room now.” In fact, it was pretty much the only reason he had to keep his old place.
“Well, we can bring anything that you want to our room at Prism. There’s plenty of space.”
Daddy had said it again. Our place. Wallace dropped soft kisses on Daddy’s shoulder. “I’m going to leave most of my clothes at my apartment. You’ll have to choose new ones for me.”
Daddy sucked in a breath, and suddenly there was a suspicious pressure against Wallace’s thigh. “Creampuff,” Daddy moaned.
“Oh, you like that idea?” Wallace teased. He’d been thinking about logistics, but the idea was unbearably hot.
“I love it,” Daddy growled, drawing him into a deep, dirty kiss.
Wallace pulled back, panting. He couldn’t wait for Daddy to dress him, for their rules to snap back into place. But feeling Daddy’s visceral reaction to it was blowing his mind.
Daddy was really turned on, and Wallace had never felt more beautiful or treasured in his life. Not to mention sexy.
Daddy truly thought dressing him, admiring his body, was sexy. So sexy that he’d sprung an unintentional erection.
Plus, if Wallace stayed at Prism all the time, he could wear whatever he wanted. No, whatever Daddy wanted.
He could be pretty and fem and cute, and Magnolia would dote on him and Angel would compliment Wallace and tease Volt, and they would all be deliriously happy.
Daddy’s hands were roaming his body now, squeezing his ass.
“Any other plans?” Daddy asked, clearly distracted.
Wallace was getting plenty distracted too, his fatigue fading as he melted into Daddy’s touch.
Plans? Did he have other plans? “Well, I want to visit Ben and Oliver,” he said, breathlessly, just to tease. “And their friends Quincy and Evan. Or maybe have them come over? I want you to meet them.”
“Me, too, baby girl. I’d love to meet your friends, and Oliver already extended the invitation. Do you know if he can actually visit us, too?”
Dammit. Daddy could concentrate better than Wallace could, at least while Daddy was running feathery touches down his spine with one hand and sneaking toward his hole with the other.
“Yeah,” he managed. “Ben has cameras and things that he brings with him when they leave the property.”
“Cool,” Daddy agreed, his fingers slipping between Wallace’s buttcheeks and making him squirm. “We’ll invite them over. What else, pansy?”
“Uh…” Oh, god. There was lube now. Daddy was playing with his hole.
His focus was rapidly fraying. How did it feel so different when Daddy was doing this to him than the other way around?
All he could think of was how Daddy was in charge.
How Daddy was going to tease him until he was begging and writhing in pleasure, and his only job was to obey. To be penetrated. To receive. “Ummm…”
Plans?
Wait, there was one important thing. One critical part of his plan.
“Daddy, I want a collar. When you’re ready, of course. But I want to wear your collar.”
Daddy froze, both of his hands squeezing tight on Wallace’s flesh.
Wallace froze, too.
“Creampuff?” Daddy asked after a moment, releasing his fingers with obvious effort.
Wallace lifted up on his forearms, needing to see Daddy’s face. Had he asked for too much? He’d been so certain this was a good idea. He needed Daddy to know how much this meant to him. Not just the kink, but their relationship. Their future.
Daddy’s expression flitted between hesitant and awed. “You’re sure, baby? That’s what you want?”
Wallace smiled, stroking Daddy’s hair now that he understood the worry better.
It was so rare that he was the one reassuring his Daddy, but he adored that he could.
“I’m certain, Daddy. I want everyone who sees me to know that I’m yours.
I want to feel your claim on my neck every moment and see it every time I look in the mirror. ”
Daddy’s eyes grew wide. “I want that, too,” he whispered, like he didn’t dare speak it aloud in case the possibility somehow disappeared.
Then with a little more confidence. “Oh, baby. You’ll be so beautiful with my collar marking you.
Reminding you. Oh, creampuff…” Daddy wrapped his clean hand around Wallace’s neck, holding it tenderly like he was already imagining the strip of leather, or perhaps a chain, encircling it.
Wallace was imagining it, too. Not how it would look—that was entirely up to Daddy—but the way it would feel, just a little bit constricting and always there. Like Daddy was always with him.
“Do you want a collaring ceremony?” Daddy asked, both eager and nervous again. “Do you want to invite all of our friends?”
Wallace leaned forward, pressing against the hand at his throat, to drop a kiss on Daddy’s lips. “I think the collar should just be between us. But… maybe a wedding someday?”
Volt looked like he couldn’t breathe. Which was silly, because he didn’t need to breathe at all.
Then Wallace’s world flipped, and he was on his back with Daddy on top of him, covering him with kisses. Daddy’s hands were everywhere. “Baby girl, oh, sweet baby girl. You’re going to be mine.”
“I’m already yours,” he corrected, before floating off into a haze of bliss under Daddy’s passionate hands.
He wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight.
But what did it matter when Daddy was healthy, whole, and entirely his?