I Missed You

This story contains graphic sexual content, strong language, and has a lot of very strong sexual content in it such as: Free use, Somnophilia, Butt-Plugs, Multiple Orgasms, Biting, Creampies, Lingerie, Scratching(Mykal is a Masochist),

All characters depicted in this story are over eighteen and have fully consented to everything that is happening.

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M Y K A L

Mykal had been working at 5th Dimension for over a year, he primarily answered the phones and helped with commissions and he never really had to travel for work. He didn't much like the idea of leaving Aspen at home alone, even if they lived in a 'safe' area--but sometimes you have to do things you'd prefer not to if you want to make money. Of course, he didn't really think William was going to fire him for saying no to going out of state with him for a three-day assignment where they'd be meeting a client and setting up for them to begin working on their new business logo.

It was an opportunity he couldn't really pass up given that he wanted to go into graphic design, and the two-thousand-dollar bonus was definitely a benefit to him. Aspen hadn't been entirely thrilled about the whole thing, but he had accepted it regardless. It was a difficult decision all around, but necessary in the grand scheme of things. Money wasn't limitless, and the housing market's prices would only keep rising--the sooner he could accumulate the most amount of money, the better. If he bought a house, he could get Aspen a dog to keep him company around the house while he worked, they'd not have to worry about annoying neighbors or noise complaints--they had nine, now.

The man who lived above them seemed to have some vendetta against them and had called management on the over twenty times--but only eight resulted in noise complaints. The man called every time someone walked a little too heavy-footed on the floor or dropped something, going off about how 'disrespectful' the youth was and ranting about how they needed to get girlfriends so they'd stop tripping over 'messes'--apparently, because Mykal didn't float above the fucking ground like a god, their house had to be messy. The whole thing had become so much more trouble than it was really worth. The old man could suck his dick, he started stomping around in work boots all night just to spite the fucker. The final noise complaint was less bullshit--he'd been fucking Aspen on the counter and Aspen knocked the wooden chopping block off of the counter and the sound resonated through the whole apartment. That, he could understand. Footsteps, showers, and phantom music he wasn't even playing he couldn't understand.

The cold war between him and the neighbor was another reason why leaving Aspen alone at home bothered him. He didn't think the old bastard would fuck with Aspen, but at the same time, Aspen was an easy target and the old man just seemed to want someone to bother and berate. Mykal could easily give him snide, sarcastic comments like "Don't let being an old bastard get ya down. It's too hard for ya to get back up, and I don't like ya enough to help." It always manages to shut him up, but Aspen is way too nice to people.

"You seem to be lost in thought tonight." William said, bringing Mykal's attention away from the plane window he'd been staring out of for an hour. Mykal shrugged and shifted around, turning his attention to William fully instead of thinking. He was already on his way home now, it doesn't matter. He'd just talked to Aspen before he'd boarded, promising to see him in a few hours when he got home. "Is there something on your mind in particular?"

His mind was on Aspen, mainly. He had more than just a vague idea what Aspen wanted from him when he got home thanks to their phone call before he'd boarded the plane. The beginning of the conversation was just Aspen rattling off about his classes and how tired he was--but the ending had painted a clear enough picture in his head. I-I will b-be pre-prepared for y-you, Alpha. Aspen always sounded so cute when he said things that embarrassed him, he gradually speeds up his speech towards the end of his sentences in an attempt to prevent himself from stuttering but it ends up slurring his words together a little. Aspen wanted him to wake him up with his dick, and it didn't actually sound like the worst idea he'd heard. Aspen wanted free-use, and Mykal definitely wouldn't complain, but he'd put limitations on it.

Aspen had things he has to say to signal when he wants something like for him to wake him up with his dick. He'd been careful with the phrasing of them--he didn't want to take the fantasy away from Aspen, he just wanted to make sure Aspen was okay. Somnophilia was somewhat a part of consensual non-consent--and Mykal felt strongly that Aspen needed to signal to him that he wanted it. Aspen was so important to him, even if Aspen had previously told him 'yes, I'm fine with you waking me up to you fucking me' he couldn't take the risk of miscalculating and damaging their relationship. It was a compromise they both made, and whenever Aspen wants him to 'surprise' him, he'll say 'I'll be prepared for you, Alpha.' It was something that was vague enough that it didn't break the quote on quote 'fourth wall' while also getting his point across. It was worded in a way that Aspen would never intentionally word something--it was meant to be solely used for the one purpose after all. Aspen typically said 'I'll be waiting' or 'see you soon' or even 'I'll be ready' but not 'prepared'. It was perfect.

"How do ya do it?" Mykal asked instead of divulging the question entirely, and William raised an eyebrow in question. "Travel all the time, I mean." William hummed a bit and reached for his glass of bourbon, the ice clinking against the side of the glass loudly. It wasn't like he could just start talking about the intimate details of his relationship with William, he was his boss, and dating his best friend. It'd be awkward.

"I have a pretty little thing waiting at home for me who really likes to shop." William said with a little smile, taking a drink of the whiskey in his glass. Mykal chuckled a little as Aspen flashed through his head, he could kind of see that. It was why he was there--well kind of. Different situations, he guessed. "I can't get lazy now that I actually have something worth spending money on," He laughed a bit and shook his head, eyes lit up with amusement. Mykal sighed a little. "In all seriousness, though, it's never easy to leave Cam behind. It doesn't get easier, but you get used to it. It makes me even more motivated to finish my work so I can try to leave sooner." William said.

"Ya do have Cam pretty spoiled," Mykal laughed a little, glancing around the jet. "Hell, I'm feelin' spoiled," William had a plane for his employees to use for business trips so they didn't have to worry about buying tickets anywhere, but William also had a jet--one he apparently used for his own business trips. There was a stewardess and everything, he'd never been given delicacies in the air until he'd met William.

"Is that so? Well, it's good to share. If you ever want to use this, I give all my employees PTO and a free pass to have the pilot fly them anywhere they want... well, it's not quite as simple as it sounds, admittedly." William said, tapping his ring against the glass in his hand. "As long as you have a passport and could ride a plane if you purchased a ticket, then it's free game to use my jet once a year in combination with your PTO."

"Really? Damn that's cool. I kinda wanna take Aspen to Pripyat--he loves ghost towns and stuff, but we're both really, really bad at being around people." Mykal said, and William nodded.

"Well, as you're one of Cam's friends, feel free to use the jet. Just give me a weeks notice first, so I can schedule any trips I may have around your usage so it doesn't put a standstill on business." William said kindly. "Well, I'm a little drunk and we still have three more hours before we land. Get some rest, it'll help you get your mind off missing Aspen." William said, standing up and walking over to the couch. "Those seats recline--Cameron loves them, but my back doesn't."

"Man, I'm gettin' old over here, when I get up in the mornin' my back creaks like some old ass hinges." Mykal groaned, pushing back the back of the seat so it was reclined. He was with William on this one, the damn chair was uncomfortable.

"You're telling me," William sighed, glancing over at him. "Wait until mid-thirties hit." William said and Mykal nodded and laughed a little.

"I'll mark my calendars," Mykal said dryly, and William chuckled, falling silent afterwards. It was all the same, Mykal just wanted to get home. The only person he really felt like talking to after having spent three days working non-stop to design a logo for a picky company was Aspen. He sighed and leaned his head over to look out the window. Eventually he'd fall asleep, and go home time would come faster.

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When Mykal was finally hauling his suitcase into his apartment, it was nearing daybreak. He had caught an hours sleep on the jet, a real miracle if he'd ever seen one thanks to the seat he'd slept in. It was only comfortable if you could somehow manage to squeeze yourself into one little hole on your side--full on fetal position, because it's the only way to keep your ass from digging into the arm of the seat. Something that probably wasn't a problem for someone who was five foot six and barely weighed a buck thirty, but it was definitely a problem for anyone who wasn't. Mykal weight-lifted, he also followed a pretty strict workout routine and tried his best to stay in shape--but he still couldn't achieve the movements necessary to Cam-curl.

Mykal quietly walked into the apartment and shut and locked the door behind him. He sat his luggage down by the door with a sigh and carefully laid his keys down in the dish to avoid making too much noise. There was a note laying on the table beside the dish and Mykal picked it up and smiled as he read over it; Dinner is in the oven, it's on the heating mode, so be careful. I love you, Alpha <3

Mykal chuckled a little and pocketed the note, heading towards the kitchen where Aspen had left the light over the stove on so that he could see. Aspen was such a little house-wife. Mykal found him so cute--he walked around in the house in oversized sweaters, cleaning, cooking, doing laundry, rearranging stuff, hell, he cleaned out closets for fun sometimes. Aspen's cooking made Mykal's mothers food look like dog food, and his baking was phenomenal. Mykal seriously lucked out with Aspen. He'd never been so well fed before in his life.

Mykal grabbed a pot holder and carefully pulled the plate out of the oven. The oven was so low that it wouldn't break it because of the material it was made from, and it was easy for when Mykal would be home in a few hours and Aspen wanted to keep his food warm. Aspen was always doing sweet things like that for him. He carefully sat the plate down on a potholder and grabbed a fork, looking up at the cabinet when a post it note with an arrow was on the door. He raised an eyebrow and walked over to the fridge where the note was pointing--maybe two steps away, their kitchen had a weird layout--and opened the door.

On the shelf in a mug was his favorite drink--it was homemade bourbon apple cider and Mykal was suddenly infinitely more glad that he'd declined a drink on the plane. Mykal liked to drink, but only certain things and he didn't do it frequently, addiction was something that terrified him to no end so he didn't fuck around with anything frequently. But, usually in the fall Aspen would make him these drinks and fuck they were his favorites. It was fantastic.

Honey, apple cider, orange juice, nutmeg, lemon, and a cinnamon stick, with bourbon in it. It tasted fantastic, and Mykal loved it. He couldn't help but smile as he took it out of the fridge and carried it over to his plate and sat down to eat. He didn't waste a lot of time, he was longing for Aspen too much. He finished his dinner and drank the drink Aspen made him, putting everything in the sink and then washing his hands before he headed straight to the bedroom. He toed off his shoes and left them by the doorway to the hallway in front of the wall so they wouldn't be tripped over and then walked quietly down the hallway and looked into the bedroom.

His breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of Aspen lying in the center of the bed, half-way wrapped in the sheets with one of his pale legs out from under the blanket and pulled up, beside him, his knee resting on Mykal's pillow, his arm wrapping around the pillow as he slept, his head turned towards the wall, a deep green satin slip, with a lace racerback and thanks to the position he was in, the slip was pulled up around the curve of his ass and even exposing a slip of his pale butt cheek. Mykal's cock immediately hardened as he looked over him. He just looked so perfect. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, casting the room in a soft bright light through the sheer blue curtains and it light up Aspen's skin beautifully in contrast to the dark colored slip he was wearing.

Mykal smiled a little and pulled off his clothes and put them in the laundry basket, walking quietly over to the bed and crawled onto it, getting down between his legs and ran his fingers along Aspen's thighs softly. It was so nice to touch him again, his skin was so soft and smooth. He just wanted to hear his soft voice, his soft moans and whimpers. It'd been three days, which wasn't long but it felt so long since he'd touched him.

Mykal slowly ran his hands up along the backs of Aspen's thighs and moved his fingers along his thighs and up to his ass, pushing the slip up as he went. Mykal couldn't help but chuckle a little as he realized Aspen had completely neglected to put on panties. Point taken, Mykal thought quietly as he spotted the green gem peeking between his cheeks. Mykal circled his finger around the base of the plug, drawing a soft sigh from Aspen. Mykal glanced up over his back and pushed on the base of the plug a little.

He had to be careful, he wanted Aspen to wake up as he came, eyes glassy with wonder and slight confusion before his mind cleared and understanding set in. Aspen stirred slightly and let out a gentle puff of breath, his leg pulling up a little more. It was just barely. A soft little whine fell off his lips as Mykal tugged on the plug and pulled it out carefully. Mykal felt his cock twitch angrily between his legs and he bit his lip as he slowly pulled the plug from Aspen's hole. He was gentle and careful, but it turned out to not be much of an issue because of the size of the plug Aspen had used. It was more lengthy than wide, so it would disturb him less.

Mykal pulled away from him a little and spread his cheeks a little, his mouth practically watering as he took in the sight of his pretty light pink hole gaping slightly as it twitched slightly. He let out a deep breath and coaxed Aspen over onto his side. Aspen stirred a little, a soft whimper falling off his lips as he squirmed for a moment. Mykal held his breath for a second, letting him settle on his side with his legs wrapped around his pillow and rocked his hips for a moment. "Alphaa," Aspen's soft voice murmured as he nuzzled into the pillow and stilled again.

Mykal slipped behind him on the bed and grabbed the lube off the nightstand and nosed at Aspen's ear softly as he lubricated himself and tossed the lube out of the way onto the bed. He pressed himself against Aspen's back and wrapped his arm around Aspen's waist and nudged the head of his cock against Aspen's hole gently. His tip caught lightly against his rim before it pushed inside of him. He moved gently, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Aspen.

It felt like the breath had been punched out of him when Mykal settled inside of him, his hips flush against Aspen's ass. Aspen let out a soft huff of breath, his eyebrows drawing together as he squirmed in his grip, rocking his hips absently as his hand curled into a fist by his head. Mykal sucked in a deep breath and nosed at his ear again, as he slowly ground his hips into him.

"Oh baby," Mykal whispered, unable to help but to speak to him. Aspen felt so good around him, so tight and perfect, as if he were made for him. He rocked his hips into Aspen, his lips roaming along Aspen's skin as Aspen let out a soft moan, his hips jerking forward into the pillow. "Always so good for me, kitten," Mykal murmured, prompting a soft whimper from Aspen's lips. Aspen's hole clenched and unclenched around him as his face heated up, his hips rocking mindlessly. Mykal roamed his fingers down the smooth satin fabric and slipped his hand beneath it, and curled it around Aspen's erection.

Aspen finally stirred in his grasp, dark green eyes bleary with lust and confusion, pleasure twisting his expression. "I-I'm--ohhm," Aspen moaned sleepily as his long eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks and his hips jerked, shudders running through his body as he lost himself to orgasm. Aspen looked so beautiful, the early morning sunrise illuminating his features, lighting up his skin and allowed Mykal to be able to see him perfectly. He loved to watch his raptured face, it was beautifully endearing.

"Good morning, kitten," Mykal murmured, his voice deepened from being sleepy and turned on. Aspen shivered and sank back against his chest, pushing back against his cock with a sleepy moan. "Ya feel so good around me baby, do ya feel good, baby?" Aspen nodded his head, his soft hair brushing against his chest as he rocked his hips back into Mykal's movements.

"Ah-Alpha, I-I'm so full," Aspen sounded breathless, his eyes peeking up at him as he slipped his arm between Mykal's arm and his side, wrapping his arm around his bicep and gripped into it. "P-Please, ha-harder," Aspen pleaded tiredly, moaning softly as he wiggled his hips. Aspen tensed and his fingernails bit into Mykal's arm as his eyes rolled back, prompting Mykal to chuckle a little. Pegged it himself, he thought as he started angling his thrusts into his prostate.

"There, kitten?" Mykal murmured, trailing kisses along his shoulder blade, and Aspen nodded his head desperately. "You're so sensitive today, princess," Mykal murmured, and Aspen nodded his head and choked on a moan as Mykal started thrusting into him harder. Mykal groaned softly as he pushed into him deeper.

"P-Ple-Pleaseee," Aspen pleaded beautifully, his pretty green eyes dark with desire as he moved against him. Aspen's hips rocked forwards into his hand with a moan, his head falling back as he looked up over his shoulder at him. "Please, A-Alpha," Aspen whined, squirming around desperately beneath him as he looked over his shoulder at him, his eyes dark with desire. Mykal's heart sped up in his chest and he nodded soothingly, rubbing Aspen's abdomen through the satin slip as he rocked his hips. Aspen cried out softly, his hair tickling at Mykal's skin as his head fell back onto his chest breathlessly.

"Someone's desperate today," Mykal murmured into his ear, his lips lightly brushing at it as Aspen peeked up over his shoulder at him with a quiet whimper and pleasure hazed eyes. "Ya look so sexy with that look in your eyes. Tell me what ya need, baby," Mykal said, and Aspen gasped softly as he arched his back.

"I-I wanna look at you," Aspen murmured shyly, his face heating up as he tilted his head to where he was looking up at Mykal over his shoulder. "I-I missed y-you, so much, A-Alpha," Aspen whimpered, and Mykal smiled a little and nodded, pulling out of him long enough to maneuver him over onto his back before he slipped between his thighs, leaning down over him and capturing his lips in a heated kiss as he pushed back into him. "F-Fuck," Aspen moaned as Mykal started moving inside of him immediately.