38. Volt
Volt
Volt quietly closed the door, then lifted Wallace to his chest, kissing him before Wallace’s legs had even wrapped around his hips.
It had just been too much today. Sharing the flowers. Magnolia’s story. And Wallace as good as promising to marry him.
“Fuck, baby,” Volt moaned, diving into those sweet cherry blossom lips. “You really meant all that?” He strode down the hallway, toward the privacy of his room.
Wallace giggled. “Did you think I was making it up?”
“No.” Volt opened his door and locked it behind them. “I just wasn’t sure if it was more like a dream for the long-term if we got there or…”
Wallace cupped Volt’s cheeks, his soft hands holding him like spun glass. “I want to wear your collar, Daddy. And I want you to be my husband.” Then he kissed Volt, so sweet and tender that Volt was drowning, lost in the connection between them.
Vaguely, Volt noticed that his knees had gone to jelly again, and he stumbled back against the wall so he wouldn’t let his precious cargo drop. Twice in one day.
It was almost like the way that he blacked out after an orgasm, the feelings taking over his body and leaving him weak and dizzy. An emotional orgasm.
He kissed Wallace, taking sweet sips of his lips, until his strength returned and Wallace was mewling and rutting against his thick, greedy cock.
He wanted to throw Wallace down on the bed and make him scream. Or lay him out tenderly and taste every inch of his skin. But he also wanted this to be memorable. Special.
His eyes lit on the closet across the room.
Was he ready for this?
Wallace had been nothing but open with him, holding nothing back. Wallace had been brave and honest and courageous. And Wallace somehow, inexplicably, loved him.
Volt crossed the room, still holding Wallace in his arms. “Baby? Can I show you something?” He was pretty sure he kept his voice steady.
Wallace’s eyes held nothing but trust and love. “Of course, Daddy.”
Volt let him slide to the floor, but he still didn’t open the closet.
He’d been intending to pull out the collar, but there was a large box right next to it, and it felt like it was blocking the way, metaphorically much more than physically.
Suddenly, he wanted Wallace to see it. To know all of him.
To reveal all of himself, like he’d promised… and maybe make sure, one more time, that Wallace would really accept all of him. That he wouldn’t change his mind.
It was harder than he expected, though. “You might think it’s a little weird. But I thought… I wanted to give you the option to… Well, I… I mean, you know I’m a sexbot…”
Wallace nuzzled against him. “I know you’re the best boyfriend and Daddy in the world.
You’re a sexbot and a small business manager and a talented dancer.
You’re a good brother and a good son, because as much as you claim that Magnolia is your aunt or something crazy like that, she thinks of you like her own child. ”
She did? If Volt’s mind wasn’t already spinning with so many thoughts and feelings, he would have paused on that thought alone. Was that really how Magnolia thought of him? Like a son? Like Angel?
“But yes, Daddy,” Wallace continued, looking up at him adoringly.
“I know that you’re a sexbot. You’re sexy beyond my wildest dreams, you can track my pulse and temperature, and you shoot lube from your fingertips.
If you weren’t a sexbot, we never would have met.
I’d never have learned so many things about myself or had the chance to fall in love with you. ”
Volt swallowed hard. After that speech, his fears seemed silly. He’d been keeping this a secret, but who was he really hiding it from?
He opened the closet door and pulled out a shallow bin, opening the lid.
Inside were six panels in his own skin tone, limp dicks flopping around in a bizarre, jiggly dance from the movement.
The first three were variations on the dick he wore now, one smaller, one larger, and the last absolutely massive.
He’d only used that monstrosity a few times.
Including with one specific partner who he wasn’t going to think about right now.
At the back left, his skin tone blended into the green scales of a ringed and ridged lizard dick, though he was pretty sure that it had nothing to do with real lizard anatomy. The dick next to it was red and black, demonic-looking with bumps and thick whorls.
The final panel, which he rarely thought of, was shaped as a vulva, with all of the inner anatomy to go with it. He’d only used it a handful of times after catching the spark to recognize that it wasn’t really his jam, though he’d pulled it out once in a while for specific customer requests.
He wondered if Wallace would like any of them. Would Wallace like him to have a bigger dick to fuck him? A smaller one to make fellatio easier? He felt faintly repulsed by the idea, though he had no idea why. They didn’t even look that different from each other.
He thought the novelty dicks might be fun, though. Not for everyday, but he could see himself digging a costume out of the basement for a good roleplay and popping one of those on for an hour of naughty fun. For some reason, that was easier to imagine.
Or maybe Wallace would find them all repulsive. Or weird. A creepy reminder that his boyfriend was literally a robot designed for sex.
Wallace was looking at the collection silently, and the longer it stretched on, the more nervous Volt got.
“So… these are mine. They, uh, came with my model when it was ordered.” Volt explained, unsure where he was going next. “We could use them. Uh, any questions or requests?”
Wallace sighed. “I’m trying to remind myself not to be jealous.”
“Jealous?” That was the last thing Volt would have expected Wallace to feel. His first thought was about Wallace’s smaller member, but he thought that the adorable size was something that they both enjoyed. Should he stop calling it a cocklet?
“Remember Ben and Oliver’s friends that I told you about?
” Wallace asked, surprising him again. “Well one of them, Quincy, is genderqueer. When he got hurt, he was able to get some replacement features, like flexible toes and a more feminine jawline. And he was talking about saving up for modifications that would let him use genital panels. Right now, he doesn’t have any genitalia, but when he gets them, he’s going to explore all types of penises and vulvas, so he can swap between.
He’s got another friend—Justice, I think their name was?
—who has the same mod and offered to pay, but he said he was going to save up for it himself. ”
Volt looked at the vulvic panel at the back left, which he now realized Wallace had been eying the whole time.
How stupid of him not to realize. He’d been caught up so much in his own head, in his own insecurities, that it hadn’t even occurred to him what all of this might mean to Wallace’s gender identity.
“Have you been thinking about gender affirmation surgery?” he asked, hoping he had the question right. “Or hormone therapy?”
Wallace gazed up at him. “I don’t think I’d want to.
Or maybe a very low dose of hormones some day?
But I’m not a woman, and surgery might be going too far in the other direction.
Mostly, I’d like to experience my body with those parts sometimes, and be able to exchange between parts if that matched how I was feeling at the time.
So, yeah, I’m a little jealous that sparks can just do that.
” He chuckled. “I volunteered to pay for Quincy’s mods, too, but he told me no. ”
Volt cupped Wallace’s chin, all worries about his own body forgotten. “You know that you’re my pretty girl, no matter what’s between your legs, right? Every inch of you is beautiful.”
Wallace beamed back. “I do know that, Daddy. You make me feel pretty. And I like how you, um, work with what’s between my legs.”
Volt chuckled. “I like working with your pretty little cocklet and your dripping cunt, too.”
Wallace moaned, pupils blown wide, as he subconsciously ground against Volt’s thigh. “Yes, Daddy.”
Volt spared a glance back in the closet. “Was there anything in here that you wanted me to wear for you?”
Wallace looked over the collection, probably seeing most of it for the first time. “I mean, does any of it feel more natural or more arousing for you?”
“The novelty cocks can be fun for some roleplay.”
“Lizard Daddy?” Wallace suggested impishly. “I’m not sure how good I’d be at roleplay, but I wouldn’t say no to trying it sometime. What about the rest?”
“I’ve only used this cock since I met you. I think I didn’t want to remind you that, uh, I had this feature.”
Wallace shrugged. “Do you want to swap now? I don’t care what’s between your legs, either.” He gave the closet another look. “Well, if you felt more aligned with the demon dick, I guess I’d at least want an explanation. But I could work with that.”
Volt laughed. “No, creampuff. This is the one that I like the best.” He gestured down at his own pelvis, hidden by his jeans. “This one feels the most natural. Like me.” He hadn’t even realized it until the words were leaving his mouth.
Wallace pushed the bin back on the shelf and closed the lid. “If that’s the case, we don’t need any of the others, do we? For that matter, they make novelty dildos and strap-ons.”
Volt had not expected his innocent baby girl to just bring that up.
But it was true. If they wanted to do some roleplay, he could decide whether he wanted to feel every bit of his baby’s body wrapped around him…
or do what a lot of people did and use a strap-on without changing his own body.
Most importantly, he didn’t have to decide now. Wallace had already closed the bin.
“Daddy?” Now Wallace was cupping his face, looking up at him with those deep brown eyes. “Did I do anything to make you feel uncomfortable telling me about your genital panels? Or is there something I can do to help you feel comfortable sharing things like that?”