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Please note that this story is rated M for mature.

This story contains graphic sexual content, strong language, and a Dominant/submissive dynamic. It has Lingerie, Bondage, Sex toys, Size Training, Kitten Play, Cockwarming, Soft-dom, and… all that good stuff. All characters depicted in this book are over eighteen and thus are over the legal age of consent. This story is not intended for children or anyone under the age of 18 or depending on the country or region, possibly 16.

This book is volume three of [Cam] Boy and follows Mykal’s story picking up from around the time that [Cam] Boy ended. This is the third out of three one-shots that I’ve edited into stories because they got too long to be a one-shot. 

!!!!NOTE:  THIS IS NOT AN OMEGA-VERSE STORY. The honorific used is Alpha, I thought it was more interesting than the usual Master/Sir/Daddy honorifics and thought it was a cool idea. There are similarities present, however, it’s all roleplay stuff.!!!!

With the Epilogue of this book, it is finished. I have been editing it for the past couple of days and am beginning to work on editing the sequel to it as well. Funny story, this actually started as one very long one-shot I wrote when Christofer was a newborn but never had time to edit… I really had to work on some of the pacing because it initially moved super quickly and had a lot of typos. I think I managed to space things out a little, but mainly I just quickly took the last three lines of the one-shot and turned it into an epilogue. Writing this and then editing it was a lot of fun, and I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

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        [Cam] boy Trilogy ⊲ Completed ★

 ▹ 1) [Cam] Boy | MxB | Cameron's story
  ▹ 2) Hush | MxB | Ezra's story
 ▹ 3) 

Innocent | BxB | Mykal’s Story

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M Y K A L

Aspen Howell. He was a student in his intro-to-graphic design class. Mykal had been unable to ignore him, simply because he was so pretty . He was small and fragile, looking almost as if he’d never lifted a pencil before. He hid off in the back corners of the lecture hall and often times he tried to disappear off into the back ground as if he didn’t even exist. He didn’t talk much, something Mykal could appreciate to a certain degree. Because of the fact they both repelled people, they’d never spoken. They’d never met eyes or been closer than forty seats apart. 

And yet here the shy, blushing Aspen was standing in front of him in the library. He was looking right down at him, his eyes roaming over his face in a calculating way as if he were trying to figure out something that was just out of reach to him. Up close, his eyes were beautiful–more beautiful than he’d realized. A deep jade color with light emerald green circling the edges of his irises with an almost luminescent ethereal glow. There were flecks of spring green in them too, brightening the otherwise deep green eyes in a way that made them absolutely breathtaking. He looked so shy, his face heating up under Mykal’s gaze, eyes widened imploringly as he hesitated over words. 

“Do ya… need  something?” Mykal asked, raising an eyebrow as he ran his eyes over him from where he sat in the library, leaning back against the chair he was sitting in and scanning over him. His hair was almost kissing his shoulderblades, the top layer of it pulled up into a half-pony tail with enough strands of hair escaping it that Mykal could probably guess it was to keep it out of his eyes. He was wearing a black hoodie that practically ate his small stature and a pair of skinny jeans with holes in the knees. 

“I-I… uh… well you see… I…” He stammered, blushing a little and averting his eyes. “I-I…” he trailed off for a moment before he took a shuddery breath and met his eyes with certainty. “I know  you. Y-Your… videos .” He whispered, blushing brightly as he looked away from him again. Mykal raised an eyebrow.

That could be annoying. He wasn’t really concerned with his secret getting out, but if he managed to drag Cameron and Ezra into things it could get messy. But the boy already looked like he might have a heart attack, so Mykal couldn’t really be sure he’d have the guts to do it. But… he couldn’t take that risk. 

“If you’re trying to blackmail me, I’m unintimidated.” Mykal said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m not ashamed of anyone finding out.” 

“ NO!“ He cried out, horror crossing his pretty face. Mykal was even more confused. “I-I would like y-you to b-be my… my…” Mykal felt something tugging at his heartstrings as he looked over the boy with curiosity. “M-My Dominant.” It was barely a whisper, Mykal really had to strain to hear it. His eyes widened and he choked a bit, his heart lurching in his chest. 

What?  That wasn’t what he was expecting–he wasn’t really sure what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that. But he was so pretty. And Mykal had received training as a dominant–he’d listed his credentials on his cam-profile so that people could request scenes. It was helpful… but what ? This pretty boy watched his cam-shows? He pretty much figured most of his audience was wealthy older men who either wanted to top a top or guys who wanted him to pipe them–either way it was all the same to him since it was all online. But… still. 

“Ya want… me … to be your dominant?” He asked, blinking a couple times. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. Why him ? He was sure a much more experienced dominant could take care of him and do much better things for him. He was only just fresh out of training and he’d never had a submissive of his own. He’d played with them around the club when he was training, but he hadn’t played with anyone in a while because he really didn’t do casual hook ups. But he’d wanted experience with experienced submissives–This was digressing from his point. Why did this very beautiful, entrancing, shy boy want him ? 

He wasn’t ugly, he just didn’t feel like he stood out that much. He had always done everything in his power to blend in and having friends that look as good as Cameron and Ezra did made that easy because he looked like every jock ever in comparison to Cameron and Ezra who looked like models. People never paid him a second glance when those two were around–and he could hardly blame them. But…

“I-I do.” He said, blinking down at him almost shyly. Mykal glanced around the room and then turned his gaze back to him after a moment of deliberation. 

“Have ya been trained?” He asked, and the boy hesitated.

“N-No,” He said, lowering his eyes a little as doubt washed across his face.

“How old are ya?” Mykal asked, looking over him skeptically. He was in college, so he couldn’t be too young. At least eighteen. It made sense he wouldn’t be trained, then. Mykal had started training a few weeks after his eighteenth birthday, and he knew it was illegal to start training before that. 

“I-I’m nine-teen, s-sir,” He said, blushing brightly and shuffling around in front of him. Mykal hummed for a moment before his eyes once again darted around the room. They couldn’t have a proper discussion about this in public. He need to take him to his house so they could talk. 

“Are ya busy after school today?” Mykal asked, and he shook his head. 

“I-I’m free.” He said, his eyes widening hopefully.

“Meet me by the front gate after ya get out of your last class.” Mykal said, and he nodded quickly. 

“Y-Yes sir.” He said, ducking his head down a bit. 

“Good boy.” Mykal said, smiling a little at him. He was too adorable. And, pretty brave considering that he’d just walked up to someone he’d seen on a cam-show and decided to ask for him to be his dominant–but Mykal could respect the courage. He needed to think though–he had to decide how to handle the situation in the best way possible. 

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Mykal led Aspen into his apartment with a little bit of nervous excitement. He’d spent his class time studying up more on his training just for a recap and he felt confident. He knew what he was doing–it just was different to do it without someone there for guidance if he needed it. He did have connections at the club still so if he ever needed any guidance he could always ask for it, though. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it up on the rack by the door before turning around to take Aspen’s jacket. Aspen blushed as he pulled off his hoodie and handed it to him, shivering just a bit.

“Are ya cold?” Mykal asked, and his blush deepened as he wrapped his arms around himself and nodded. Mykal grabbed the remote for his fireplace and switched it on, motioning for him to move over towards it. “Sit over on the sofa by the fireplace, okay?” Mykal said, and he nodded and walked over to the spot closest to the fireplace and sat down. “Good boy.” Mykal praised, walking over to his desk. He grabbed his computer, a file folder with paper in it, and a pen and carried it all over to the coffee table and sat down on the sofa beside Aspen. 

“W-What are y-you doing?” Aspen asked curiously, watching as Mykal opened up his computer and opened up the D/s contract that he’d written up with the guidance of the Dominant that trained him before he motioned towards the paper and pen sitting on the coffee table. “Is that for the contract?” 

“Yes,” Mykal said, sitting his computer down on the coffee table before turning to face Aspen. “Look at me.” He said, and Aspen turned to face him, beautiful deep jade green eyes staring up into his with trust and admiration emanating out of them. “Are ya sure about this?” He asked, and when Aspen nodded, Mykal nodded in return. “Why do you want to enter a Dominant submissive relationship right now?” Aspen blushed and bit into his bottom lip. 

“W-Well… I-I have a l-lot of issues w-with control. I-I’m not good at t-time management, o-or making decisions.” Aspen said, pausing for a moment. “I-I w-want someone t-to t-take care of a-and to t-take c-care of me.” He was playing with his fingers nervously. “E-Everything is h-hard to c-control, I-I just n-need someone t-to c-control it f-for me.” 

“Why do you want me to be your master?” Mykal asked, and his blush deepened even more.

“Y-You’re a-attractive and I-I’ve w-watched all t-the scenes you d-did with th-that one g-guy and the o-other s-scenes with d-different models a-and we’ve i-interacted in y-your streams before…” Mykal raised an eyebrow at that. 

“How did ya even know it was me?” He asked, and he blushed.

“I-I have li-listened to h-hours of y-your content, y-you sw-switch up sp-speaking patterns s-sometimes but… I-I recognized y-your voice t-the moment you s-spoke in class a-a week a-ago.” He lowered his eyes, but Mykal could practically see the nervousness written all over him. First things first… Relax him . Mykal reached out and gently pulled him a little closer. 

“Look at me,” Mykal said, and deep green eyes immediately darted up to his. “I’m not judging ya, and there aren’t any wrong answers. So take a few deep breaths, okay?” Mykal said, keeping his voice soothing but demanding. Aspen nodded his head and bowed his head forward a bit, taking deep measured breaths. Mykal looked down over Aspen, his pretty face relaxed with his eyes closed, light pink lips parted slightly and he breathed and Mykal found himself completely captivated. His fingers almost itched to hold a pencil, wanting to recreate the almost too beautiful boy in front of him. It’d be nearly impossible to capture the delicate arch of his cupid’s bow or the subtle beauty of the freckle on his full bottom lip. “Do ya feel better now?” Mykal asked, and Aspen nodded his head before opening his eyes. 

“Thank you,” He murmured softly, a shy look in his eyes. Mykal could’ve melted. 

“It’s no problem,” Mykal said, and then paused for a moment as he pulled himself together. “I will take you on as my submissive and teach you everything I can. I’ve never had a submissive before despite having been trained–speaking of which, here’s my certifications.” Mykal said, flipping through the blank pages to pull out his certification papers. Aspen took them and looked over them with interest before he nodded and handed them back. “For this to work, you have to communicate very openly. I am new to this, I won’t pick up on things that dominants who’s been in the scene for decades, so I need ya to tell me how you’re feeling honestly. Can you do that?” 

“Yes, I can.” He paused, blushing a little. “I’m okay with talking about my feelings… but when I get anxious I tend to stutter a lot. I-I’m trying to work on it,” He said, a little bit of nervousness beginning to seep into his tone towards the end. 

“That’s okay,” Mykal said, reaching out and brushing the stray hairs that’d fallen out of the hairband out of Aspen’s eyes. “It’s just something you do. Ya don’t have to be embarrassed about it, okay?” Mykal said and Aspen’s eyes widened a little bit and he nodded his head, biting down into his lip as he looked up at him from under his long eyelashes. Jesus fuck, I thought Cameron was pretty , Mykal thought, his cock twitching in his pants. He shifted slightly and cleared his throat. “This is a list of everything that someone might   be interested in–some of them are crossed out, those are things I’m not trained in yet. If ya check them off, I can always get trained–you’re listenin’ right?” Aspen nodded his head and smiled at him. His heart practically stopped at the breathtaking smile. “If you mark it with an ‘x’ it’s a hard limit–somethin’ you’re not comfortable with trying. Fill in the box if it’s somethin’ you’re nervous about but ya wanna try sometime . If ya check it, it’s somethin’ you’re fully okay with. Does that make sense?” 

“Yes… But what if I decide I want to try something I mark as a hard limit?” Aspen asked, blinking up at him. He’s so fucking cute, it hurts. Mykal couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Limits can be adjusted at each contract renewal, so if you decide ya wanna try something just bring it up then. I figure since we’re both new to this we should probably do contract renewals at least once a month until we get everything worked out.” Mykal said and Aspen nodded. “If you want some privacy, I can…” 

“N-No. Please stay,” He said, taking the paper and pen from him. “I-I’ll have an easier time focusing if there’s someone with me.” Mykal nodded and went to close his laptop so that he could give him it to use as a table because he didn’t have a clipboard–he should’ve bought one on the ride home, but he’d been preoccupied. Before he had the chance to fully close the laptop, Aspen had slipped off the couch and had sat down on his living room floor, his legs crossed in front of him, and started reading over the paper.

That had been a last-minute decision–he’d done the same thing when he started his training four years ago and he remembered how much easier it was than trying to write the names out. Somehow it felt less… embarrassing than it would’ve been if he had’ve had to offer the information himself. At this point, none of it embarrassed him anymore but Aspen seemed almost as shy as a rabbit. Almost skittish, like a feral cat with humans, except instead of attacking he seemed to almost force himself to go out of his comfort zone. Which could be admirable at times, but if he had some underlying condition causing it then it could be detrimental to his overall wellbeing. He could also just have an anxiety disorder, but even then, perhaps he needed to go to a doctor.

Mykal hadn’t really thought about it, but he stood out for more reasons than just being pretty. The majority of their class was honing expensive watches and expensive designer clothes, showing off their wealth, but Aspen didn’t really… do that. He wore clothes that could’ve come off of any mass-production line and his shoes looked at least a year and a half old. He’d never heard of the brand either. If he were to guess, he could probably guess that Aspen wasn’t wealthy like most of the school and that played a part in why he distanced himself. But if that were the case, could he afford  a therapist? Probably not, based on what Mykal knew about the economy. 

He couldn’t jump the gun and offer to get him mental help though, he couldn’t even be sure if his nervousness wasn’t just because of his limited interaction with him–or even if it was because he’d seen him on the cam-site and he knew what he looked like naked. It could’ve been any number of things, so he didn’t need to worry about that– presently.  He’d keep an eye on it and see if anything further presented itself. Instead, he’d focus on the things he could help with if Aspen wanted it.

“How do ya feel about shopping?” Mykal asked, and Aspen paused a bit and hesitated.

“I-I don’t have a-a lot of disposable income,” Aspen said, blushing a little as he lowered his eyes.

“Well, it’s not your income we’re talkin’ about. Do ya wanna go shopping sometime?” Mykal could practically see the waves of uncertainty rolling off of Aspen. He reached forward and pulled the band out of Aspen’s hair before running his fingers through it. It was so soft and smooth, the color of it almost as unique as his eyes. Aspen sighed softly and leaned his head into Mykal’s hand, his eyes falling shut. Aspen  purred , and Mykal’s heart skipped a beat. He was so adorable. 

“I-I guess that’s okay, then.” Aspen agreed in a soft voice, and Mykal nodded and pulled his hand away from Aspen. 

“Good boy, keep goin’ with the paper, okay?” Mykal said, and Aspen nodded his head, leaning back over to continue filling out his list. Mykal couldn’t help but watch him in curious wonder, writing his soft features to memory way too easily. It continued on that way for a while, and Mykal eventually turned his attention to the computer to start working on a contract in the meantime. He was nearly half done when he felt a soft pressure on his thigh and that Aspen had rested his head over on him. 

It felt so natural, really. He was really surprised at how naturally it was all coming to him now that he was in the middle of the scene. He had done this before, mainly with guidance or experienced subs so he wasn’t completely new, but he hadn’t been expecting it to feel… so rewarding for Aspen to sit at his feet. He couldn’t help the spark of excitement flowing through him. 

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Mykal wasn’t sure what he was expecting upon receiving a list of what was essentially Aspen’s kinks, and some of them were really to be expected: Bondage, impact play, biting. Some were not so surprising, like cockwarming, exhibitionism, pet play, edging. Overstimulation was a soft limit–he was nervous about it but interested. Roleplay was a go. Lingerie too, and crossdressing. He’d look really cute in a maid outfit… Mykal had to push that thought away… for now . Because that’d be a bit too distracting at the moment. No electro-play or fire-play, thank fuck  because training for that seemed like a time investment he wasn’t really ready to make. He was busy with school, and that stuff was way too dangerous to be doing in his apartment anyway. 

And loud. Way too loud. He had a cold war going on with his neighbor over ‘obscene noises’ already and most of what she was hearing was him screaming profanities at and with his gaming buddies so he couldn’t imagine the list of complaints he’d have if he did electro play in his apartment. He had to repress a shudder at the thought of the uncomfortable phone call he could receive in that hypothetical situation with the old southern woman who owned the building. He quickly returned his focus to the list and finished reading over it before he turned his attention to Aspen. 

“I’m gonna say it again for good measure, you’re allowed to like somethin’ one minute and not like it the next. Thing’s you’ve marked as okay can shift to soft limits or to hard limits, and thing’s ya marked as hard limits can shift too.” Mykal said, and Aspen nodded.

“Yes, sir.” He said, his eyes brightening under the attention almost immediately. Mykal nodded his head and sat the paper down on the coffee table and turned to face Aspen. 

“Alrighty then, let’s talk business,” Mykal said, grabbing his laptop and reopening it up before pulling open a new blank word document. He started simple. “Do ya know what a safe word is?” Mykal asked, and Aspen nodded, shifting around on the floor so that he was kneeling at his feet and looking up at him. 

“You use them to stop a scene immediately,” He said it confidently, but there was a slight bit of hesitance behind it. Mykal nodded his head and smiled at him. “I-I studied stuff online… so…” He trailed off, blushing brightly. 

“Alright then, do ya want to pick it out?” Mykal asked, and he bit his lip and nodded, a thoughtful look crossing his face. 

“Umbridge.” He said, a pretty and somewhat playful smile taking over his face. “She’s guaranteed to put a stop to anyone having a good time.” He giggled a little and Mykal nodded. He couldn’t argue that logic, she sort of looked like a cartoon villain, and someone blurting out Umbridge in the middle of anything would catch someone’s attention, so he nodded and continued on. 

“What are ya comfortable being called? And, when are ya comfortable being called them?” Mykal asked, and Aspen blushed a little.

“Well, really I’m fine with being called anything, especially in bed.” He said, playing with his fingers. “But I do like to be called princess, baby-doll, little boy, and stuff like that too.” He said, looking up at him while resting his chin on Mykal’s knee. Mykal had to really fight back a wave of arousal at the open display of affection and submission.  “Is that okay, sir?” He asked shyly.

“Yes, that’s okay. But sir doesn’t really fit me cause I’m not much older than ya.” Mykal said, and Aspen hummed a little. 

“Master? Noo… Alpha?” Mykal raised an eyebrow and Aspen’s blush deepened as he bit his lip and tilted his head to the side. “Does that work? Because you’re the one in control and you’re leading me, which is kind of like an Alpha in a pack, right?” 

“You can decide, I prefer not to give myself a title,” Mykal wasn’t kidding either–he’d been daddy, master, and sir before, ‘boss’ once during a roleplay scene. He preferred for his submissive to pick the honorific because it felt less sincere if he picked it himself. The name Aspen had picked out was, admittedly new, but having a pretty boy like Aspen kneeling at his feet offering to call Alpha was definitely an ego booster. 

“Okay, then I’ll use Alpha. Maybe sometimes I could call you teddy. Because you look like a teddy bear.” Mykal needed to go to the gym more if he were really beginning to resemble a teddy bear. “I-I just m-mean that you look warm and cuddly.” Aspen’s eyes widened a bit and his ears turned red. “I-I…” He was quickly beginning to panic, and Mykal felt his heart pull a little in his chest, the urge to comfort him overwhelming him.

“Hey, breathe for me, okay?” Mykal said, reaching out and combing his fingers through Aspen’s hair gently, “It’s okay, you can call me whatever you want and you didn’t offend me,” Mykal assured him, warmth spreading through him as he watched the tension flee Aspen and his pretty eyes fluttering shut. He once again found himself itching to capture his beauty on paper. He was definitely going to have him pose for him, out in the sunlight somewhere where the light could catch the different hues of his hair and show the depth of the deep greens of his eyes while giving his light ivory skin a sunkissed glow to it. 

“A-About the monogamy question… I don’t want to mess up your job.” Aspen said, blushing a little bit.

“Well, let me propose this to you. You put filming and exhibitionism in your list of okays, so if ya want to do the shows with me, that’s fine. But as far as that goes, I can do solo scenes. And I do, a lot. So it’s not that big of a deal anyway.” Mykal said, smiling a little. “I pretty much figured we would be exclusively sleeping together.” 

“Could I wear a disguise?” He asked, his eyes sparkling with interest.

“Yeah, you could dress however you wanted to–as long as you cover your pretty face,” Mykal said, and the flush spread down Aspen’s neck, his eyes seeming to sparkle under the praise a little. “Are ya worried about keeping our relationship a secret? Obviously, certain aspects of it won’t be disclosed to everyone and we probably won’t cross paths during classes much, except for the one we share, but if we’re seen together outside of school what would you want to be said?” 

“I don’t mind anyone knowing about our relationship,” Aspen said, leaning his head over on Mykal’s thigh with a content sigh. “I want everyone to know who I belong to.” He said, and Mykal nodded, momentarily taken with the way Aspen looked up at him with admiration and trust written on his face. It made his cock harden almost instantly, and he shifted again and started going over the rules: 1) Ask permission to touch yourself. 2) No physical contact with others. Mykal had specified that the rule didn’t apply to family, so he wouldn’t think he couldn’t hug his mom or something. 3) No

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contact with others. Seemed like a no-brainer, but he digresses. When prompted Aspen admitted he had a few pairs of panties already, so rule 4) Wear panties instead of boxers . Mykal had already decided he was taking this pretty little boy shopping, he’d just do it before he ran out. 

The next was on his time management. They shared a break between their second and third classes, that’d be lunch. 5) Lunch after the second class, every day. 12:30 pm. Dinner by 9:30 pm. Text evidence if home.  Mykal had asked him about his eating habits, and he openly admitted to forgetting to eat sometimes but absolutely insisted he wasn’t anorexic. He explained that he didn’t receive hunger cues, so it was hard for him to remember. Mykal would also keep an eye on that–he couldn’t prove or disprove if he didn’t receive hunger cues, but if he refused to eat then that’d be a pretty strong indicator. Number six was similar: Homework finished by 12 am and bed by 1 am. His first class was an hour-long lecture at ten, so that’d give him eight hours of sleep, plus an hour to get ready before he had to head to class. 

Mykal was certain he’d never been more thorough in going over something before in his life, but once it was done, he sat down his computer on the coffee table and turned his attention to Aspen. 

“I can go ahead and start writing up a contract for us if ya don’t have anything ya need to ask,” Mykal said after a moment, and Aspen nodded his head excitedly. “It might take me a couple hours, it’s pretty late already so if ya need to go home I can take ya now. Or you’re free to stay here and chill, but ya gotta eat either way.” Mykal said, and Aspen nodded.

“I-I will call my dad. D-Do you want me to make something to eat? For you, and… for me?” His pretty green eyes seemed to shine hopefully, and Mykal found himself nodding. That’d be fine if he was offering he obviously knew how to cook, and even if he didn’t, Mykal would be easily able to see because there was only a large counter with a bar on it separating the living room from the kitchen so he could plainly see the stove from where he sat. “Is it okay if I go to the hallway to call my dad?” He asked, and Mykal raised an eyebrow.

“Use my room. It’s right down the hall over there, okay,” Mykal said, nodding towards the hallway. Aspen nodded his head and dipped his head. 

“Thank you, Alpha,” He said, his eyes seeming to shine mischievously as he said it. Mykal’s cock stiffened in his pants and he quickly put the computer down on top of it and smiled at him. 

“Good boy, you’re excused,” He kept his tone soft so it wouldn’t sound as abrasive as it might’ve sounded. He wanted him to know that he could go ahead and call his dad, and it seemed almost fitting for the honorific that Aspen had selected. Aspen nodded his head and gracefully raised to his feet and walked to the bedroom and shut the door behind him. 

Mykal could only imagine what his own father would’ve said if he called so last minute to inform them of him staying out late–but Aspen was nineteen so there’s nothing they can really say. He sighed and turned his attention back to typing up a contract. It’d take a couple hours, but he could already tell that it was going to be worth the time invested. 

He was pretty sure that he could get used to this–and whatever became of it.

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M Y K A L 

Mykal had been training Aspen for about two weeks. He was a remarkably quick study, and he was amazing at remembering check in’s. He checked in with him at dinner every night, and then before bed when he wasn’t with him like clockwork. Mykal had been doing his cam shows a little earlier in the evening so that he could spend time talking to Aspen while he did his homework to keep him focused. He’d spent a couple of nights over at his house each week so far, and he seemed to be doing really well with what they’d gone over so far. So today was positioning. As an artist, he found positioning to be very important. 

So when Mykal had gotten up that morning, he’d moved the coffee table off of the carpet in preparation. He didn’t have a playroom yet, he only had two bedrooms and one was his studio for when he filmed–which did hold some kink-specific gear, but it was aimed for filming and not exactly for convenience. Plus, thanks to his parents he had floor-to-ceiling windows that let copious amounts of light in. He had shades he could pull over them, but he was rather high in the apartment complex and the nearest building that was facing the window was many stories lower. There was little risk to anyone seeing Aspen–but Aspen was an exhibitionist as well, so he knew even if they did it’d excite him. 

Opening up the door to his apartment and letting Aspen in before him was almost instinctual. Despite the fact that he didn’t spend the night every night, he did spend a significant portion of his evening at Mykal’s house. Mykal found his presence to be calming, really. He had grown used to having Cameron and Ezra blabbering in his ear and he’d been surprised by how much the recent silence had hit him. Ezra had always been one to skip classes, and Cameron had gone to school to pursue his dreams so Mykal couldn’t blame either of them. Aspen’s presence was… different to theirs anyway.

He wasn’t loud or overbearing. When Mykal was quiet, he found ways to occupy himself–reading and cleaning seemed like two of his hobbies because he was always doing one or the other if his attention wasn’t grabbed by Mykal. He had improved a lot on eating as well–Aspen prepared snacks or cooked for them before he left for the night–which was was something that Mykal was pleased with. Not only did it benefit Aspen, but it also kept him from creating apartment fires. Mykal could cook–just not well.  It was edible, but in the same kind of way that rats were edible–they can be eaten and could have nutrients, but really it’s just a terrible idea altogether. He usually ordered pizza, honestly. 

Mykal shut the door behind them and locked it, before he pulled off his jacket and took Aspen’s hoodie from him, and hung them both up on the rack by the door. He tossed his keys into the dish by the door and turned his attention to Aspen. He looked prettier than usual, his lips seemed a little glossier than usual. The tint was a little deeper pink than his natural color and Mykal couldn’t help but admire them for a moment. They’d look beautiful around your cock , his brain provided and he turned his attention to his eyes.

“We’re here for a training session right now, Kitten,” Mykal said, putting his hand on Aspen’s lower back and ushering him towards the center of the carpet. Aspen’s eyes lit up with excitement and he nodded his head. “Strip for me, alright? Down to your panties.” Mykal instructed, and Aspen nodded, his face flushing beautifully as he pulled his clothes off and carefully folded them and put them into a stack which he sat on the arm of the couch before standing back in front of him with his head bowed respectfully. 

Mykal couldn’t help but smile. “Kneel.” He commanded, watching as Aspen dropped to his knees gracefully without a word. “Legs further apart,” Mykal said, walking around him slowly as he observed the positioning. 

“Yes, Alpha,” Aspen said, his face heating up a bit as he shifted them a little so that they were open more. 

“Straighten up your back more, and lift your head, I want your eyes visible to me,” Mykal instructed, leaning down to place his hand on Aspen’s back and he straightened him up carefully. “Now put your hands on your thighs and relax your muscles.” Aspen nodded his head and shut his eyes, keeping his head up straight as he let out a soft sigh of contentedness. “Good boy,” Mykal praised, running his eyes over him appreciatively. 

Everything about him was flawless, his thighs and calves, the gentle arch of his lower back, the dimples at the bottom of his spine.  “Stand up, Kitten,” Mykal said, and Aspen did as he was told, confusion clearly written on his pretty face. Mykal smiled at him and reached forward, cupping his cheek in his hand gently as he ran his thumb along his cheek. “When I tell ya to kneel, that is how I want ya to do it.” 

“Yes, Alpha,” He said, leaning into the touch on his cheek with a soft look on his face. Mykal smiled a little and kept up the attention for a few minutes and then stepped away from him. 

“Kneel.” He commanded, and once again Aspen immediately dropped to his knees. The way his body moved was captivating, and Mykal loved it. The subtle and gentle, almost elegance that he moved with was utterly breathtaking–and he did it all the time. Even the way he walked seemed flawless in comparison to everyone else. He was almost perfectly positioned. Mykal stepped in front of him and knelt down in front of him to tap the inside of his thighs. Aspen’s cheeks heated up and his cock hardened in his panties, but he widened his legs a little more. 

“Aren’t ya just a good boy, hmm? So pretty,” Mykal praised, reaching forward to stroke his cheek gently. Aspen’s eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks and he keened softly, nuzzling into his hand gently under the praise. “We’ll keep workin’ on this until ya do it without me havin’ to position you, so don’t worry if ya mess up a few times,” Mykal said, and Aspen nodded his head and sighed deeply, his entire body seeming to relax.

“Really?” He looked so heart-wrenchingly beautiful with an innocent look in his eyes, Mykal had to ground himself for a moment before he nodded his head. “Thank you, Alpha,” He said, a blush coating his cheeks.

“No problemo, stand back up for me, okay, Kitten?” Mykal directed, and Aspen did as he was told once again. He waited a few moments before instructing him again: “Kneel.” It continued on until Aspen managed to perfectly drop down to his knees and get into position without assistance from Mykal at all. It could’ve taken a lot longer–and Mykal knew he’d probably have to do it more than once for it to stick, but he was satisfied with the outcome of pose number one. 

“Rest.” Mykal directed, and Aspen’s body immediately relaxed and his hands moved from his thighs. “Ya need a drink before we keep goin’. What ya want?” Mykal asked, and Aspen looked thoughtful for a moment. 

“May I please have a bottle of juice,” Aspen asked, and Mykal nodded and walked into the kitchen and grabbed one of the six-ounce bottles of juice he’d bought for Aspen. He didn’t like water or carbonation, so Mykal had to buy juice for him for when he was at his apartment to drink. He opened it and brought it back to Aspen before pausing in front of him. 

“You’re being such a good kitty, hmm?” Mykal praised, holding the bottle up to Aspen’s lips and letting him drink. Aspen was practically beaming when he pulled away. “All done?” Mykal asked, and Aspen blushed and nodded his head, a smile on his face. Mykal sat the bottle of juice aside and smiled as he looked over Aspen. “Are you ready to keep going?” He asked, kneeling down so that he was looking into Aspen’s eyes. 

“I am ready, Alpha,” Aspen said, smiling at him with a bright look in his eyes. Mykal nodded and stepped back. 

“Get back into the kneeling position,” Mykal said, and Aspen did perfectly. Mykal nodded and stood back a bit. “Put your hands on the floor between your thighs,” Mykal instructed. Aspen followed the instructions. “Tilt your head back so you’re looking up at me,” Mykal said, and Aspen tilted his head back, making eye contact with him. “Good boy. Now, widen your eyes a little and poke out your bottom lip.” Aspen’s pretty bright green eyes widened and his bottom lip poked out a little, and Mykal’s cock pulsed in his pants, making him realize how hard he was. He’d been focused on what they were doing so he’d not even noticed, but damn Aspen looked pretty with that look on his face. 

“We won’t spend long on this one–it’s similar to kneel,” Mykal explained, and Aspen nodded his head. “Stand.” Aspen did. “When I tell ya to ‘look pretty’ that is what I want ya to do, okay?” He said, and Aspen nodded. “Look pretty,” Mykal said and watched as Aspen fell to his knees gracefully and parted them, sitting his palms down on the floor between his thighs, back perfectly straight as he tilted his head back and looked up at Mykal with widened eyes. So beautiful…  Mykal stepped forward and ran his fingers through Aspen’s hair in reward for him having done it perfectly on his first try on his own. 

“Aren’t ya such a good boy for me,” Mykal praised him, and Aspen keened, resting his head over into his hand affectionately, keeping his pretty jade green eyes opened and trained on him. Mykal smiled down at him and stepped back. 

“I-I am doing good?” Aspen asked, and Mykal nodded immediately. 

“So good, precious. You’re being such a good boy, I’m very impressed,” Mykal said, scratching his head behind his ear experimentally when he shivered a little as his fingertips grazed it. Aspen let out a little moan and purred quietly, making Mykal’s cock throb a little. “Are ya up for trying to learn one more position, little one?” Aspen nodded excitedly, and Mykal smiled a bit at his enthusiasm. “I’ll give you a nice reward when we’re done, okay?” Aspen’s eyes lit up with excitement and determination shot through them.

“Yes, Alpha,” He bowed his head, but not before Mykal caught sight of his smile. 

“Lean forward and put your chest on the floor with your ass up, and your arms by your sides, okay, Kitten?” Aspen was quick to move, having a bit of a struggle with figuring out which way to turn his head. “Whichever direction I am in is where your eyes should be,” Mykal said gently. Aspen nodded his head, turning his head to the left, and rested his cheek down against the soft carpet. 

Mykal walked around him, kneeling behind him and swallowing down a wave of arousal as he took in the gorgeous sight of his ass, even covered in panties it was something to look at. He forced his eyes away from his ass to take in the angle his legs were spread at. “Spread your legs and move them up to your chest more.” Mykal directed, and Aspen nodded his head, following the instructions

“Very good, when I tell ya to present, this is the position I’m lookin’ for,” Mykal said, moving around to where he was kneeling by his head and he gently ran his fingers along his cheek. Aspen let out a shaky breath and nodded, his cheeks burning bright red, his eyes closing as his face relaxed. “Stand for me, beautiful,” Mykal said as he stood up. Aspen stood up once again, meeting his eyes. If he was tired, he wasn’t showing it. “Present,” Mykal said, and Aspen followed instructions, only having to be reminded a couple of times to spread his knees more. 

It didn’t take long for him to have it down perfectly, and Mykal felt pride blooming in his chest. He commanded Aspen to stand back up only one more time, and smile at him. “You were a very good boy, I’m very proud of ya. Whaddya want for your reward, pretty boy?” Mykal asked, and Aspen turned scarlet red immediately and pushed himself into his chest. 

“I wanna…” He either cut off or whispered it because Mykal couldn’t make out the rest of the sentence. He wrapped one of his arms around Aspen’s lower back and moved the other down to his chin, pushing his head back so that he was looking up into his eyes. Aspen felt so small in his arms, and it made his protective instincts go off the charts. 

“I can’t hear ya if ya talk so quietly,” Mykal said, and somehow the blush deepened and he let out a little sigh and nodded so Mykal let go of his chin, looking down at him expectantly.

“ Cum . I wanna… cum.“ He whispered, a little louder. It was a bit of a struggle to hear it, but Mykal supposed they could work on his shyness slowly so he wouldn’t push him too hard tonight–especially since he’d just been training and had earned a reward. “Pretty please?” He asked, and Mykal nodded his head easily. 

“Do ya want me to help ya, Kitten,” Mykal asked, and Aspen nodded, burying his face in his chest. Mykal couldn’t help the smile that was on his face. He was too cute. “Go get on my bed, lay back, and wait for me,” Mykal directed, and Aspen nodded.

“Yes, Alpha,” He said, bowing his head before turning around and scampering away with a blush on his face. Mykal turned and walked to his studio and fished through the drawers, locating a smaller vibrator, some lubrication, and a silk rope to tie him up with. He didn’t want to go too heavy on the play after having tired  Aspen out with training. He then made the split-second decision to grab a plug because he wasn’t sure if Aspen would prefer one or the other. He walked back through his house, pressing the button on the wall so the curtain would close in his living room, and then continued on to his room. 

His eyes ran over Aspen, sprawled out on his bed with nearly every inch of his beautiful body on display and it was really hard for him to hold his composure. He was practically itching to touch him, he’d been practically dreaming about running his fingers over his body so he could write every inch of it to memory–the perfections, the flaws, the places that make him tremble with desire, and the places that draw little breathy gasps–be wanted to know them all. He walked over to the bed and crawled over Aspen, fitting himself between his thighs.

Mykal sat everything down on the bed and then turned his attention to Aspen fully. “Aren’t ya lookin’ pretty, baby boy?”  Mykal said, running his eyes over him hungrily as he parted his legs more and ran his fingers over his cock through the panties. Aspen sucked in a deep breath, his eyes slipped shut and he pushed up into his hand. 

“I-I cleaned myself earlier before I came because I-I wanted…” He trailed off with a blush before he looked up into Mykal’s eyes. “I w-wanted to feel you t-touch me,” He whimpered and blushed brightly as Mykal looked over him. Mykal nodded his head and grabbed the silk rope and gripped into Aspen’s wrists, unable to help noting how delicate they felt in his hands. He wrapped the rope around his wrists, before leaning over him to push his wrists to the bed. 

“Hold onto the bed frame and do not let go,” Mykal instructed, and Aspen nodded his head and let out a shuddery breath as he wrapped his hands around one of the wooden bars of his headboard and held on tight. Mykal slipped his fingers into the waistband of his panties and pulled them over his hips, and down his legs, discarding them off the bed before leaning down and running his fingers along his hip gently, looking up at Aspen as he let out a hitched breath. When Mykal cupped his erection in his hand, his hips pushed up into his hand with a moan.

“Sensitive,” Mykal murmured to himself, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his thigh and then bit down into it while wrapping his hand around his cock and began running his hand up and down his erection slowly. Aspen moaned, his hips jerking up again as his head fell back against the pillow beneath his head. Mykal felt his cock pulsing in his pants, begging for attention but he ignored it, instead, he started twisting his wrist at the tip of Aspen’s cock. 

He played with pacing and grips, his lips moving along Aspen’s thigh in the interim. Mykal wanted to take his time and play with him a little–see him really fall apart beneath him. Mykal grabbed the lube, pausing his movements on his thigh in favor of lubricating his hand before he went back to work on his cock. Beautiful, breathless noises fell off of his pretty lips and Mykal couldn’t hear enough of them. 

Mykal bit down into Aspen’s thigh as he brushed his lubricated fingers down over his hole, shifting to lean over him. He dipped his head down and captured one of his nipples into his mouth as he slowly worked the tip of his finger inside of Aspen. “Ooh…” Aspen gasped, his eyes popping open and widening. Cute , Mykal thought as he pushed his finger into him deeper and curled it upwards, searching for his prostate. 

He knew the moment he found it because Aspen moaned loudly and jolted, his arms jerked as if he were going to let go of the headboard before he stopped them and tightened his grip. Mykal swirled his tongue around his nipple and sucked on it while he worked his finger in and out of him, pushing it deeper and deeper until it was all the way inside of him. He’s really fuckin’ tight, Mykal thought, leaning up to look down over him. His pretty face was red, bottom lip puffy and red, and with every movement of Mykal’s fingers, his body would shudder or jerk and he let out the most beautifully arousing noises that made Mykal feel drunk. 

Mykal could feel his heart racing in his chest, arousal biting at the edges of his mind in a way that was nearly unignorable but watching this beautiful boy fall apart beneath him served him much better than his erection. He waited until Aspen was rocking his hips back into his hand before twisting his body slightly and grabbing the lube. He poured it down onto his fingers before carefully easing his second finger in. 

“Pl-Please,” Aspen gasped, his back arching and his eyes widening slightly, staring pleadingly up into Mykal’s eyes. “P-Please, A-Alpha, moree,” He pleaded, his voice pleading with a slightly whiny undertone to it and Mykal’s heart squeezed in his chest. Fuck , Mykal thought as he shifted and kneeled, pushing Aspen’s legs apart more with his knees and ran his eyes over him. He looked so desperate and needy, so beautiful as he pleaded, completely awestruck and Mykal needed to see more. 

“What do you want, princess? This?” He curled his fingers, apply pressure onto his prostate, and rubbed. Aspen tensed and shuddered, his hips jerking up as his cock twitched and his eyes rolled back, making Mykal’s breath catch in his throat. His cock was tinted light pink, leaking out precum all over his stomach, and Mykal was sure that he’d never seen a more beautiful sight. He was perfect, completely flawless in his beauty. “Does that feel good, baby?” 

“Y-Yes, s-so good, A-Alpha,” Aspen cried out, his pretty green eyes wide and needy as Mykal spread his fingers apart, taking his time to stretch out the tight ring of muscles. He could tell if Aspen had ever done this, it hadn’t been in a while, so he wanted to make sure Aspen was comfortable. Once he was certain he was loose enough he pulled his fingers out of Aspen. “N-No please,” Aspen whimpered, trembling as he looked up at him.

“Shh, it’s okay princess,” Mykal said, reaching over and grabbing the vibrator before leaning over him and brushing a kiss to his temple. Aspen’s pretty green eyes fluttered open and he looked up at him desperately, his need written clearly on his face as he let out a pleading noise, somewhere between a whine and a moan and it sounded beautiful. He poured lube over the vibrator and trailed it down over his hole, lightly pushing at the rim of his hole to test the give. When Aspen moaned and pushed back against it, he pushed it further into him, slowly but carefully until it was buried inside of Aspen. “How’s that princess, feel good?” Mykal asked teasingly as he ground it against his prostate gently. 

“Mhmmm, please,” He pleaded, trembling slightly as his arms tried to pull away from the bed frame but he fought against it. “P-Please, need…” He choked when Mykal flipped the switch on the vibrator on and pressed it against his prostate. He looked absolutely desperate, his cock flushed a pretty pink with his hair falling in a mess around his head, teeth biting at his bottom lip as he tried to stifle the pretty noises falling off his lips. Mykal smirked a little, mentally preparing for the noise complaint he was sure he’d receive as he increased the speed of the vibrations, wanting to hear more. He wanted more, so much more. 

Mykal started thrusting the toy into him, massaging his prostate every time he pushed it into him and Aspen shook beneath him, his hips rocking back and forth in time with the vibrator’s movements as he was losing his mind. Aspen looked so beautiful, his pretty eyes clenched shut and his moans falling out of his mouth freely. They echoed around them, bouncing off the walls of his apartment, so beautiful that he didn’t even care if he got a citation. With each roll of his hips, his cock twitched and pleaded for relief, and his pretty green eyes parted, sparkling a little with the light bouncing off of them beautifully. 

Thank god for fluorescent lights, Mykal thought as he leaned down over him and took his nipple into his mouth once again, running his tongue around it before pressing it against it and Aspen cried out, his body tensing up as he let out a loud sob and his thighs trembled as he arched up and lost himself to orgasm. His hands finally gave up holding onto the bedframe and moved down to Mykal’s hair, fingers tangling in it as he shuddered and covered their chests in cum. Mykal waited until he felt him fall limp below him before he stopped moving the toys, giving him a chance to ride out his orgasm before he plucked the toy out of him. 

“Mmmn,” Aspen half moaned as Mykal pulled away from him to get off the bed before he scooped him up in his arms. “S-So warm,” He sighed mindlessly, his head nuzzling into his chest. Mykal smiled down at him, carrying him to his bathroom. He sat down on the edge of his bathtub, positioning Aspen on his lap as he turned on the water faucet and let the water heat up before he plugged the drain and reached around behind him to grab some bubble bath off of his shelf and dumped some of it into the water. He dipped his hand in and sloshed the water around, helping it bubble. 

“Aren’t ya just a cutie,” Mykal murmured as Aspen nuzzled into his neck and sighed, his hand curling into his shirt. Mykal couldn’t help but smile and run his nose along Aspen’s forehead softly. It was pretty easy to get him to subspace, Mykal noted as he took a slow breath. It felt really nice to hold him, he fit perfectly against his chest as if he were made to be there.

“Allpha,” Aspen murmured softly, his eyes fluttering a bit as he curled up closer to his chest. He looks like a little angel, Mykal smiled as he turned off the water, lifting Aspen out of his lap and sitting him down in the tub, holding him upright because he was pretty deep in subspace. Mykal hummed quietly as he grabbed his loofah and put some of his body wash onto it. He’d need to get Aspen some hygiene products for his bathroom so that in the future he could use that to wash him with. As he washed him, Aspen let out little noises, nuzzling into his hand when he washed his face. 

It was adorable and heartwarming, Aspen was so open and trusting despite having only known him a few weeks. It was adorable, but it only made him want to protect him more. His openness and vulnerability reminded Mykal a lot of Ezra before he turned sixteen. Ezra had been recklessly trustful of everyone, and he’d been hurt because of it. Mykal wanted to keep that from ever happening to this pretty boy. Once Aspen was all clean, he lifted him out of the bathtub and pulled the plug out, grabbing a towel. Mykal carried him into the bedroom and stood him up and rested him back against his chest and dried him off while Aspen rested back against his chest. 

Once he was dry, Mykal laid him down on the bed gently, trying to keep from disturbing him. Mykal stepped away and grabbed a t-shirt out of his drawer and walked back over to where Aspen was lying. He maneuvered him around gently as he put the shirt on him, pausing when Aspen would whine or stir slightly. He wanted to make something for him to eat before he woke him up, so it was worth the time spent. After he tucked him into the bed, Mykal quickly changed the duvet on the bed so that he’d have a clean blanket. They’d not made a huge mess, so it was pretty easy to clean up. 

Now… what to make for Aspen to eat…

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M Y K A L 

Mykal had come to realize that Aspen seemed to fit effortlessly into being a submissive. He had only required two training sessions to learn the first three positions perfectly, and he’d followed his rules perfectly. It was like clockwork that every night Aspen was at home, he’d receive a message at exactly nine-thirty with a picture of Aspen’s dinner. Aspen then call him on the phone and they’d sit on the phone together while doing homework so that he could keep Aspen focused. It was more than that though–Aspen came home with him every day and cooked for him and cleaned for him without even being asked. Mykal personally thought his place wasn’t dirty  but it became evident how much cleaner it could be with Aspen around. He’d fallen asleep reading on his couch accidentally while Aspen was cooking one time  and he woke up to a spotless apartment, a neatly folded basket of laundry and dinner in the microwave–and after that, Aspen just did it every time he came over. 

When Aspen did stay the night with him, it felt comfortable. Aspen often curled up beside him after dinner and read or played games on his phone, doing homework with him and eventually he’d just doze off in the middle of doing whatever he was doing. It was hopelessly cute, and it served as a gentle reminder to Mykal that it was probably time to stop cramming and get to bed. And having Aspen’s gentle presence beside him made him feel less lonely. His nights no longer felt endless, wrapping his arms around Aspen took away the emptiness that’d surrounded him for years. He’d been a shell, doing what he had to–over working himself silently in school because he knew he couldn’t escape his fathers grips without the ability to be wholly self-sufficient. His father’s grip wasn’t entirely unpleasant, in and of itself–it provided something, stability–but he knew what he was to his father. He was just like a poker chip, able to be used in a game he couldn’t hope to play by himself. He wanted to take the control, he wanted to play the game and watch his father go from silently considering him to be a lazy sod to being unable to help having to suck up to him. He so desperately wanted the tables to turn, to show his parents what he’d felt like trying to suck up to them and do everything they asked until it became too much and he couldn’t anymore. When Aspen was around, that emptiness–it didn’t seem quite so… empty. 

Aspen filled the space with cute comments and giggles, asking him endless questions about anything and everything, or just offering sleepy smiles and quiet hums when he was drowsy. Aspen was affectionate, constantly leaning on him or holding him in some way as if he were afraid he’d disappear if he wasn’t touching him. Even in his sleep, his body stayed as close as it could to him, his arm often wrapped around Mykal’s with a peaceful expression on his face. It was beautiful and endearing. He wasn’t really sure where the whole Alpha thing came from–but he could understand the sentiment behind it. Mykal was familiar with the trope–the alpha is typically physically larger, with certain personality traits that are overly typical in traditional ‘alpha males’ and the omega is typically smaller with more subservient personality traits. Which, wasn’t that  far off. 

He wouldn’t exactly call himself an alpha male, he felt certain he was more of a beta than an alpha. But he had  at one point been more of the alpha male type back in high school when he was still worried about appearances. Now he didn’t really care what people on the outside thought of him, and he held value in few peoples opinions other than Cam and Ezra and he just stayed the hell out of it. He ran his mouth some with Ezra, he wasn’t afraid to fight and if it came down to it he would, but he’d always rather be on the sidelines. Out of sight, out of mind. He wanted to one-up his father while remaining in the shadows until the moment of reckoning. He wanted to completely blindside his father. But, given their dynamic, as he was his dominant, it was somewhat similar to if he were his Alpha. They weren’t that different. 

Aspen shifting on the bed brought Mykal out of his thoughts as one of Aspen’s hands knotted into his t-shirt and a soft sigh fell off his lips. Mykal felt a smile pulling up the corners of his mouth immediately as he took in the sight of Aspen’s peaceful expression. Aspen was slowly weaving himself into his apartment, getting under his skin and into his head. He was entangled in Aspen, his beauty, his gentleness, his trust, and his devotion. Aspen’s head was resting on his chest, his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks, lips parted just the slightest bit, and Mykal couldn’t quite help wanting to wake him. 

They hadn’t had sex yet and Mykal was going crazy. He had offered, but Mykal had an inkling it was his first time so he didn’t want to rush it. Plus, he had to stretch him out a bit. And he had been–for a whole week already he’d been working toys inside of him, taking them up one size every other night. It’d be well worth it in the end, he just had to tough it out for now. Aspen’s safety and well-being comes first. 

Mykal’s eyes darted over to the clock on his nightstand. four hours. That’s how long he had before he had to drag himself out of bed and get to the gym. He sighed softly and leaned his head over towards Aspen’s and tried to coerce himself into at least a few hours sleep.

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Mykal was fucked. He’d completely forgotten about the three-page essay he had to write for his German language class– in German –and he had not been able to get three lines  done let alone three pages. Maybe it was because Aspen was traipsing around with slightly damp hair and one of his sweaters that were too big, the neck of it was down around the top of one of his shoulders and the sleeves were pushed up around his wrists, somehow looking simultaneously like an angel and the most sinfully sexy little minx Mykal had ever seen. Mykal’s eyes had admittedly been following his movements while he scampered around doing this and that, just keeping himself occupied. 

Mykal liked that Aspen was able to keep himself busy, and he absolutely loved that Aspen was comfortable at his apartment. His pretty voice typically flowed throughout the rooms as he cleaned, lost in his own little world as he listened to music and serenaded him. He found it somewhat relaxing actually, it was sort of like Marco polo–he could always tell where his little kitten was. That being said, his kitten was being a little too quiet for comfort.

“Kitten? Ya got all quiet, is somethin’ wrong? Ya need help?” Mykal called, looking up from his paper and glancing around his apartment. He heard the sound of something thunking against the floor, and then a soft curse before the sound of pitter-pattering followed and Aspen’s head poked out around the corner of the hallway with bright eyes.

“Sorry Alpha, I was trying to find something in my backpack but I dropped it.” He giggled, tilting his head to the side and looking at Mykal with a smile. “Do you need me?” He asked, widening his eyes in a way that made Mykal’s heart speed up. 

“Comere, lil bit,” Mykal said, and Aspen giggled and all but skipped over to him. He wrapped his hand around his wrist and pulled him down into his lap and buried his face in Aspen’s neck. Aspen giggled and wrapped his arms around Mykal’s neck, squirming around when Mykal laid his hand down on the top of his thigh, fingers lightly brushing the outside of his leg. Mykal sighed deeply, catching a whiff of his cologne or… something that smelled like it.

 “Ya smell like me,” Mykal said, pulling back away from his neck a little bit.

“I-I put on your cologne before I showered,” Aspen murmured, hiding his face in Mykal’s neck. Mykal raised an eyebrow and brought his hand up to his cheek and gently urged him backward. “I-I just like it, please don’t j-judge me,” He said in a soft tone, his eyes looking up into Mykal’s in a way that made him want to coo at him. But he figured that’d probably look like he was making fun of him. 

“Doesn’t that wash most of it off though?” Mykal asked, genuinely curious about the thought process behind it. He didn’t particularly care if Aspen used his cologne, more power to him, but didn’t showering afterwards defeat the point?

“W-Well, k-kinda,” Aspen admitted, flushing as he covered the bottom of his face with his hand shyly. “I-It’s j-just subtle, a-and i-if someone gets u-uncomfortably c-close they’ll smell y-you.” He said, even his ears tinting with color. Mykal seriously wondered if there was any blood left anywhere else other than Aspen’s face. 

“Well, ya can achieve the same thing by waterin’ it down a little,” Mykal said softly, combing his fingers through the back of Aspen’s hair gently. “Here, ya want me to show ya how?” Mykal offered, and Aspen nodded his head, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Go grab my cologne, pretty. I’ll be in the kitchen, okay?” Aspen pivoted up out of his lap and darted off, little giggles following behind him. Mykal walked into the kitchen and went to his junk drawer and pulled out one of the travel-sized spray bottles he collected. He loved them because it was super convenient to carry around a spray bottle of glass cleaner for his phone on the go–he really had been saved by it before. 

Ezra had dropped his phone in places Mykal personally would’ve rather it hadn’t come back from, so he fully considered these bottles sacred. But they had other uses too–cleaning his cameras for filming and when he almost finished a bottle of cleaner and wanted rid of the bottle but didn’t want to waste what was left in the bottle too. He’d even saved Cameron once because Cameron had broken his perfume once and he’d brought it to Mykal to fix it. Well, Mykal couldn’t reconnect broken plastic, but he could transfer the liquid from bottle a to bottle b. 

He fished out a small bottle and was opening it when Aspen came into the room and stood beside him. “Here it is Alpha!” He said, holding up the cologne bottle for him to see. Mykal smiled and took it from him, taking the cap off. 

“Here, be my helper and hold this, ’kay,” Mykal said, handing him the cap. Aspen took it and smiled brightly, curiosity written on his face. Mykal leaned over and pulled out his pliers and a small flat head screwdriver–he had a lot of those eye-glasses kits too. The little screwdrivers are awesome for taking stuff apart that probably shouldn’t be taken apart, but he digressed. He carefully lifted the base with the pliers, using the screwdriver to break the seal on it. He didn’t want to break the bottle, he could still use it if he didn’t–but if he did it wasn’t the end of the world. He might even have a second bottle somewhere around the apartment. 

Once it was opened he carefully pulled the sprayer out and picked up the bottle and carefully poured a little bit of his cologne into the bottle. He didn’t want to put too much or too little, so he left it at about a quarter, putting just a tiny bit more to be cautious before he set the bottle down on the counter and put his cologne bottle back together quickly. He took the cap from Aspen and closed it before he picked up Aspen’s bottle of cologne and walked over to the sink and put water into it. 

“Aspen comere,” Mykal said, as he turned around and grabbed the lid for the bottle, and screwed it onto the bottle. He sat it down, confident that it wouldn’t be spilled, and grabbed Aspen by the waist and hoisted him up onto the count easily. Aspen blushed and let his legs dangle off over the edge as Mykal stepped between his legs. “What ya want to do is shake it then spray it. The cologne isn’t water-soluble, so ya have to shake it to get it to temporarily mix.” Mykal explained, and Aspen nodded, his eyes widening.

“It’ll be less strong?” Mykal nodded. He’d put enough water in it to make most of what sprayed out would be water–so it’d be a similar strength to what it was when he just showered afterward. “Thank you, Alpha!” Aspen squealed, wrapping his arms around Mykal’s neck and buried his face in his neck. 

“No problem, Kitten. Are ya stayin’ the night tonight?” Mykal asked, and Aspen hummed, a pretty sparkle in his eyes as he pulled back and looked up at him innocently. 

“Well, I  am kind of already in jammies,” Aspen said, his eyes lighting up mischievously. Mykal smiled a little and nodded, brushing the hair out of Aspen’s eyes before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Aspen pulled him down a little more, looking over him with mischievous jade green eyes, his face flushed bright red but there was a determined light in his eyes. Mykal’s heart practically flew out of his chest when Aspen’s lips hit his cheek. It was just a soft brush of his lips on his cheek, but he could feel lust zinging through his veins. 

He looked down into Aspen’s eyes and laced his fingers through the back of Aspen’s hair, tilting his head backward and he leaned down and brushed a kiss to Aspen’s lips. Aspen’s arms immediately tightened around his neck and he let out a whimper, his lips eagerly moving against his. At first, he seemed a little uncertain over what to do, but Mykal slipped his tongue into his mouth and took control of the kiss, leading his tongue with care and precision. 

It took him a second to get the hang of it, but once he got used to it, he was moaning and pressing closer to him. Aspen’s legs wrapped around his waist, and Mykal let out a deep groan as he felt his cock brush against Aspen’s. Mykal put his free hand on Aspen’s lower back and pulled him closer, grinding their hips together. Aspen broke the kiss and gasped in a deep breath, his pretty deep green eyes opening up to peer up at him through his lashes. 

“A-Alpha,” Aspen whimpered, his fingers gripping tightly into his hair. “P-Please don’t stop,” He looked so cutely desperate. It was adorable.

“Aren’t ya just so sensitive,” Mykal chuckled, nodding his head before he leaned down and captured his lips once again. Aspen’s hands moved down to his chest, his hands balling up in his shirt as he shivered and moaned into the kiss as Mykal tangled their tongues together. Mykal’s fingers dug into the swell of Aspen’s ass, and Aspen wiggled his hips, rubbing himself forward against Mykal’s chest. Mykal pulled away from his lips and rested his forehead down on Aspen’s, listening to the needy moan that escaped Aspen’s mouth as he peered up at him with desire-darkened eyes.

“P-Please touch m-me, Alpha,” Aspen said, his voice soft and pleading as he pulled Mykal closer. Mykal lifted him up off the counter, his arms easily slipping down to hold him to his chest before he carried him to the bedroom. Aspen giggled breathlessly as he rubbed himself against Mykal. He was still giggling when Mykal pushed him back into the bed and kissed him again, passionately as he slipped his hand up the bottom of the sweater and cupped his erection in his hand. 

Giggling was abruptly stopped when Aspen let out a moan and arched his hips up into his hand, his legs tightening around Mykal’s waist even more. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to be inside of this pretty little body. 

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Cameron showed up at his house at eight in the morning, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and way too fucking early for Mykal to even properly function. It’s supposed to be the fucking weekend, what kind of drugs does Cameron take to be up at eight without bags under his eyes and enough energy to immediately let Mykal know whatever he wanted, he wasn’t getting out of it. He could try to run, but he had a feeling Cameron could probably catch him. He was like a speeding bullet when he got running. 

“So what do you say?” He asked, and Mykal blinked a couple times, trying to clear the sleep from his eyes as he leaned on the bar of his island. How did it come to this? All he wanted was to sleep in with Aspen and yet here he was, confused as hell as to what the fuck what happening. “Mykal, we’ll get you a coffee on the way,” Cameron said, patting him on the shoulder encouragingly. 

“Wait what? Yo where are ya draggin’ me before the fuckin’ birds are up,” Mykal complained, and Cameron tsked and crossed his arms over his chest.

“You’re much more agreeable on the weekdays,” Cameron said, giggling a little as he turned around and dug in the fridge for something. “Where do you keep the cold brew? Please tell me you drink it.” Mykal shook his head, and Cameron sighed deeply. “Then you need to hurry because I need to get my morning coffee fix.” 

“If you’re so tired why not come back later,” Mykal asked tiredly, resting his forehead down on the counter and letting out a deep sigh. 

“Alpha?” It was soft and faint, but Mykal’s head popped up immediately. He’d hoped that they weren’t being loud enough to disturb him, he’d been up late working on… well, training  of sorts. He was way too tight, Mykal would be an idiot to try to push himself inside of him without working him up to it. He was getting better with bigger sizes, but Mykal could deduce that he was sure to be sore and tired, Mykal had wanted to let him sleep it off in peace. 

“Alpha?” Cameron mouthed, and Mykal shrugged and shot him a look. What could he really say about what Aspen called him–it meant the same thing to Aspen as ‘daddy’ did to Cameron. Well, maybe not exactly , because William took on a more caregiver-type role whereas he was more of a dominant–but the sentence was still true. It’s all just different parts of one bigger sub-category anyway.

“In here, Kitten,” Mykal called, and paused for a moment to see if he was going to get a response, but instead he was greeted by Aspen’s pretty little self scurrying into the kitchen before he stopped short when he took in the sight of Cameron. His eyes widened a bit and his face heated up. He was wearing one of Mykal’s sweaters, draping loosely off of his slender frame, and Mykal couldn’t help but run his eyes over him hungrily for a moment.

“Aspen, this is my best friend Cameron. Cam, this is Aspen,” Mykal said, motioning between them. Aspen looked over Cameron timidly, his eyes darting over to Mykal as if he didn’t know quite what to do. Mykal was about to usher him over when Cameron spoke up.

“Hello!” Cameron said, smiling brightly. Aspen smiled waved shyly, hesitating as his eyes darted over to Mykal. “I’m Cameron.” Aspen shifted a little, and Mykal could practically feel his nervousness washing over him from the distance. Mykal held his arms out to Aspen, and Aspen immediately moved. Mykal was surprised at how fast Aspen was at his side and burying himself into his side as if he could disappear into his arms.

“H-Hi,” Aspen said, shifting around in his arms a little. “I’m Aspen,” He said, peeking over Mykal’s shoulder at Cameron. Cameron giggled a little and Mykal felt relief wash over him. Cameron was probably the best person Aspen could be introduced to this way because he didn’t judge people and he was generally pretty perceptive.

“It’s so nice to meet you! Do you want to go shopping with Mykal and I?” Cameron asked, and Aspen looked up at him questioningly, clearly asking if he could or not. Mykal sighed. He didn’t remember agreeing to go shopping, but if Aspen wanted to go then his hands were tied. Mykal nodded his head and Aspen peered over his shoulder at Cameron again, nodding his head. “You two get dressed then,” Cameron said, offering Aspen a kind smile. 

It was good timing, however, because he did want to take Aspen shopping. And if Cameron was there, he’d at least be able to help with the shit Mykal didn’t really know shit about. His closet was mostly t-shirts of greys and blacks, with the occasional white, and then blue jeans so he didn’t exactly have to match anything. He did have other stuff–suits and ties–but he mainly stuck to stuff he considered comfortable. He wasn’t working or anything, so there wasn’t much of a reason to dress up. Cameron could help him with any of the more feminine products and clothing that he wanted, and Mykal could just offer up his credit card.

Well, for Aspen. Cameron has William who can foot his shopping addiction bill much better than Mykal could. 

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Mykal found himself being drug around by a hyper-active coffee-fueled Aspen and a similarly active Cameron who seemed to have found his other half. At first, Aspen had hidden behind him, but slowly over the day he grew more comfortable with Cameron and began talking to him more openly. It was admittedly more than just a little cute to watched Aspen talk amiably with Cameron, a beautiful smile on his face. The pair were both incredibly pretty, and Mykal had noticed quite a few sets of eyes following them. He was used to that–Ezra and Cameron both attracted attention when in a room. 

He hadn’t been expecting the spark of possessiveness that shot through him when he followed the gazes to Aspen. He found himself walking a little closer behind them as they walked around. He stayed pretty quiet, only offering words when one of them directed their attention to him, and honestly, Mykal preferred that. He didn’t mind talking, but he definitely preferred being surrounded by other people talking. 

He was drawn from his thoughts by Aspen clinging onto his arm, peering up at him with a cutely inquisitive look on his face. “Alpha are you okay?” He leaned up to say it softly so that only Mykal could hear it, and Mykal nodded and smiled a little. 

“I’m all good, Kitten,” Mykal murmured, pressing a kiss to the tip of his ear. Aspen giggled and a blush spread across his face before he buried his face in his chest. “Hmm, did ya find somethin’ ya wanted?” Mykal asked, and Aspen shook his head. “Ya don’t have to be shy, pick out whatever ya want,” Mykal said, and Aspen nodded and buried his face in Mykal’s arm. “Good boy,” Mykal murmured, pressing a kiss to his head gently. 

Aspen graced him with a beautiful giggle and a bright smile before he started pulling him towards where Cameron had wandered off to. Mykal let him pull him along, smiling a little until they stopped in front of the store that they stopped in front of. It sold lingerie. Mykal smirked and shot Aspen a look, making Aspen blush brightly. 

“Get at least seven pairs,” Mykal instructed into Aspen’s ear quietly, and Aspen nodded his head, biting into his lip shyly as his eyes sparkled with excitement. Mykal watched his scamper off to catch up with Cameron, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned in and said something to him quiet enough that Mykal couldn’t hear it. When Cameron shot him a grin, he felt his blood freeze. They were gonna be the death of him, he already knew it.

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M Y K A L

It was time for him to get down to business. He had to write this damn German essay before he flunked out of German studies and had to retake the semester. That seemed more annoying than writing one fucking essay–but he couldn’t fucking focus. The little blinking line on the word document was almost mocking him, and he was getting annoyed. He let out a sigh and groaned, leaning his head back. 

“Alpha?” He almost jumped out of his skin, momentarily startled from the suddenness of Aspen’s speaking. Mykal turned his head and looked down over him, surprised again by the position he was in. He was kneeling down on the floor by his desk with his hands on the floor between his thighs, head tilted so he was looking up at him, his hair falling down into those entrancing eyes, his bottom lip poked out cutely. 

“What do ya need, Kitten,” Mykal asked, reaching his hand out to push his bangs out of his face. Aspen scrunched up his nose a little and let out a little giggle before his face heated up and he bit down into his lip while averting his eyes.

“A-Are you still having a h-hard time focusing?” He asked, blinking innocently up at him. Mykal nodded and sighed, leaning forward to rest his elbow on the desk as he read over it. It wasn’t horrible, but it was hardly close to finished enough that his professor would accept it. He was a very strict professor anyway, and it was supposed to be three pages, and he had managed to get to three short paragraphs–so he was getting  there? Kind of. But he’d probably need to put a bit  more work into it before turning it in otherwise he’d just be begging for a giant ‘F’.

“Alpha… I-I know this may be… weird…” Aspen murmured after a few moments of silence and Mykal nodded, turning his attention to Aspen, running his fingers through Aspen’s hair gently as Aspen keened and pushed his head up into his hand. “W-What if I… suck you … while you work?” The words in the center of his sentence were whispered as if he were afraid someone might overhear him gossiping about someone. Mykal couldn’t help the little smile at how innocent Aspen looked, his head tilted to the side and his eyes widened making them look even bigger and more beautiful. 

“That sounds pretty wonderful. But try not to suck too much, kay? I have to focus, too.” Mykal said, and Aspen beamed and nodded, deep green eyes lighting up in excitement. “Stay put for a minute,” Mykal instructed, standing up and walked to his bedroom to grab a pillow and a fluffy blanket so that Aspen wouldn’t get uncomfortable kneeling beneath his desk. He also grabbed the next toy he was going to use on him–a vibrating dildo again, only bigger. It wouldn’t be long before he could finally get inside of him. 

Once he set the whole thing up, he got Aspen situated underneath his desk with the dildo in place inside of Aspen, he pulled his pants and boxers off, tossing them over into the floor by his desk. Aspen looked up at him as he wrapped his hand around his cock, and Mykal watched in anticipation as he leaned forward and took it into his mouth. He gagged but breathed through his nose and relaxed himself down onto the dildo more. 

Aspen moaned around his length when he dragged the vibrator to on on his phone. He had always thought this toy was a waste of time because he’d never used it once–but now it seemed pretty damn amazing to have it. He’d gotten it on discount from a sex shop that wanted him to use their products on his cam-show. Watching Aspen moan and rock his hips against it as it vibrated definitely made Mykal feel it was worth the monetary deficit he’d incurred with the purchase. 

“Keep my cock nice and warm, Kitten,” Mykal said, keeping his tone affectionate as he ran his fingers through Aspen’s hair. Aspen’s eyes fluttered shut and he nodded, scooting forward a little and rested his ass down on the pillow he’d shoved between his legs. Mykal smiled down at him before he turned his attention back to his German essay. At first, Aspen had been absently sucking on his length but over time he’d eventually fallen still and relaxed. The longer time went on, the more relaxed Mykal found himself. Aspen’s mouth was so warm and wet around him, and he ended up sinking down farther on his cock a bit which made him groan softly. 

He was surprisingly level-headed considering he hadn’t had anyone else touch him in over a month, and he found himself easily able to split his focus between monitoring Aspen and writing. He could feel the slow, deep breaths that Aspen was taking, and a quiet content hum traveled the length of his erection prompting him to lean back in his chair a little and look down at Aspen as he ran his fingers through his hair appreciatively. 

“Your mouth feels so good baby, you’re such a good boy,” Mykal praised, prompting a soft hum from Aspen who seemed to be relaxing more and more by the second. “Your lips look beautiful around my cock,” He continued, running his finger along his bottom lip gently. Aspen moaned softly, his hips rocking against the pillow mindlessly as he started sucking on his length a little. It seemed more instinctual than thought-out, and Mykal couldn’t help but smile. Mykal begrudgingly had to pull himself away from looking over Aspen’s pretty face to focus on his essay again. 

He continued working for a while before he paused again to look down at Aspen. He had been idly sucking on him but at some point he’d settled and just kept holding him in his mouth. He didn’t mind either way, sucking or not–they both felt really good… but  the content expression on Aspen’s face had him twitching a little in his mouth.

“Kitten,” Mykal called and Aspen didn’t stir. He could feel his soft, measured breaths against his cock so he knew that he was okay, but it did draw his attention to him fully regardless. He started carding his fingers through Aspen’s hair and calling his name softly, keeping his tone gentle so as not to startle him. When he finally managed to get Aspen to blink his pretty eyes open, the were unfocused and dilated, a gleam of satisfaction and questioning in them as he peered up at Mykal with a confused expression on his face. It didn’t take rocket science for Mykal to realize he was in subspace, and it brought a tiny little smile to his face. 

It was incredibly adorable how easy it was to appease Aspen. He strived on attention and praise and, seemingly fell pretty easily into subspace during scenes. It was good to know, especially given how steadily it was progressing. He could see himself keeping Aspen for a really long time, he was so hopelessly endearing it was nearly intoxicating. Mykal let out a sigh, knowing he had to finish his German essay before midnight or he was gonna have to put Aspen to bed without him and he didn’t want that. He glanced up at his computer. Two and three fourths pages were complete, he didn’t have much more to go so stopping now seemed like a waste of time and effort.

Mykal took some time to pet Aspen, running his fingers through his hair, brushing his fingers along his cheek, offering him words of praise and encouraged him to relax back into subspace for a bit longer. It wasn’t an easy decision by no means, but there was no way in hell he was repeating this semester. He’d sooner keel over and die than repeat this damn class. He’d been going really strong for a couple hours, but knowing that Aspen was in his lap in subspace made him want to interact with him. He seriously hoped Mr. Welsk had fun reading a three page essay on the role of EMT workers during WW2, because he was seriously taking his time to put even the descriptions of the damn paramedic vehicles. He always says attention to detail is important. 

Mykal sincerely hoped he enjoyed the riveting descriptions of basically just they’re job titles and job descriptions but in German . He said it had to have to do with Germany, and he wanted to make it possibly the most boring essay ever–his hope was to pass while also boring the man to tears. Mykal did admittedly start to work a little faster, Aspen acting as motivation–with his pretty face it was easy for him to entice the shit out of him. Mykal had always preformed best when provided incentive–and what better incentive than Aspen? 

He had known he was easy to push into subspace from the first time, but it seemed like it was easier than even he’d anticipated given he’d fallen under from just holding his cock in his mouth. It was adorable how easily appeased Aspen was, how sweet and peaceful he looked. The relaxed almost subdued expression on his face was beautifully ensnaring and he could’ve probably looked at him forever while he made that face. 

When he finally finished the damn essay, Aspen was resting his head over on his thigh, looking almost asleep as he held his cock in his mouth. His hips had long since stopped moving and he was just relaxing. Mykal smiled down at him, turning his full attention back to Aspen.

“Aspen,” Mykal coaxed him gently, calling his name a couple before Aspen fluttered his eyes open and moaned softly. Mykal shivered a little from the vibration around his length, Aspen had been still and quiet for so long his erection was pretty sensitive. “Such a pretty kitty,” Mykal praised gently, reaching down to stroke his cheek with his thumb. “You need to come down for me.” He said it soothingly, and Aspen blinked up at him for a moment.

“Come on, precious, come back to me,” Mykal murmured gently, slipping his hand around to thread his fingers through Aspen’s soft hair, pulling his head away from him in hopes of getting him to come up a bit more. Aspen struggled against the grip a little but it took minimal effort to free himself from Aspen’s mouth, even if Aspen looked pouty for having been interrupted. Mykal couldn’t keep the small smile off of his face as he encouraged Aspen to come back down for him. When Aspen leaned back a little and tilted his head to the side, he had a little pout on his face. 

“I wanna make you cum.” It was said in such a steady, confident tone that Mykal couldn’t help but be shocked for a moment. It really had to be illegal for him to look up at him with needy eyes, it definitely could be a form of blackmail. Mykal really needed to work on his ability to turn down a pretty  face. “I’m not all floaty anymore, can I please?” Mykal leaned over him and looked into his eyes, considering. His eyes were still slightly dilated, but they were focused and they actively followed his subtle movements. He also was usually… not exactly incoherent, but he wasn’t speaking full sentences when in subspace. 

“Ya feel normal?” Aspen blushed and nodded.

“I-I feel horny, really horny,” He whispered, a pretty blush tracing up to his ears at his admission. Shit, Mykal thought, he’s so beautiful. Mykal nodded his head, gently trailing his fingers along Aspen’s cheek. Aspen beamed and shifted up, putting his hands on his thighs, taking his cock into his mouth and started bobbing his head. Mykal twitched slightly as he resisted the urge to thrust his hips up into his mouth. 

Mykal leaned back into his chair, letting out a groan as his fingers moved to the back of Aspen’s head, tangling his fingers into his hair. This , he seemed experienced at. His movements seemed intentional, the way he used his tongue put even Ezra to shame. Aspen pulled back and looked up at him, a line of precum hanging between his bottom lip and Mykal’s cock before he licked his lips and tilted his head forward, taking the head of his cock into his mouth.

“A little deeper, Kitten,” Mykal instructed softly, gently urging his head down a little more. Aspen didn’t hesitate though, taking him a lot deeper into his mouth than he’d intended before swirling his tongue around it. Mykal groaned, his fingers gripping tighter into Aspen’s hair. “You’re good with your tongue,” Mykal managed, and Aspen’s eyes popped open with excitement blazing through his eyes at the compliment. Aspen cradled the underneath of his cock with his tongue and hummed. Mykal moaned, pushing his hips up a bit as the vibrations echoed through him. Aspen’s mouth was so warm and wet around him that he could barely think clearly, and fuck he was looking up at him with those beautiful eyes… 

Mykal’s hand started absentmindedly leading his movements with the grip in Aspen’s hair, prompting a moan of approval from Aspen. Mykal felt momentarily dizzied–maybe dazed , as Aspen sank farther down around his length. He couldn’t help but grip into his hair tighter and thrust his cock up into his mouth. Aspen gagged a bit but he breathed through his nose and relaxed his throat, easing his head down a little more. He didn’t have all of him in his mouth, but he had a fair bit of his length in his mouth. 

“Fuck,” Mykal gasped, his free hand squeezing tightly on the arm of his computer chair, fighting against the urge to jerk his hips up. Aspen looked up at him, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes. Mykal raised his eyebrow and moved his foot, pressing the toe of his shoe against Aspen’s erection. Aspen choked slightly, his hips jerking upwards towards his foot. He smirked a little and pulled his foot away. “Doncha go gettin’ all cocky on me, princess,” Mykal teased breathlessly, and Aspen whimpered and nodded, before he started to bob his head while rocking his hips forward against the pillow now that he was reminded of it. 

Mykal groaned softly, running his eyes over him for a moment before he started guiding his movements experimentally. He kept a close eye on Aspen’s expressions, but he saw no fear or trepidation in his eyes, only excitement. It made Mykal’s arousal triple, his head spinning a little in excitement as he slowly started guiding his movements more and more, listening to the muffled moans around his cock, pulling his cock just out of his throat so that he could breathe between each movement. 

“You’re so beautiful, Kitten,” Mykal praised, “Taking me so good, you’re such a good boy.” Aspen moaned around his length, and he felt his cock twitch in Aspen’s mouth–which prompted Aspen to do it again. On purpose. Mykal’s eyes narrowed down at him, realizing what he was up to. “Ah-ah, it’s not nice to play with your alpha, hmm?” Mykal tsked, releasing the grip from the arm of his chair to put his finger on Aspen’s chin. 

“Mmph closhe,” Aspen hummed and Mykal raised an eyebrow and tipped his head back a slight bit, pushing farther into his throat. Aspen gagged a little but breathed through it, his eyes watering slightly as he peered up at him. His eyes were dark with desire, pleading up at him silently as he moaned and rocked his hips against the pillow desperately. It brought a smirk to his face and Mykal reached for his phone and turned up the vibration setting. “Mmmnn cmmng-!” Aspen moaned around him, his hips jerking forward against the pillow.  

“It’s rude to talk with your mouth full,” Mykal tutted him, and Aspen whimpered, his eyes darkening more as he parted them and looked up at him with desperate eyes as Mykal turned off the vibrator. “You’re such a naughty little boy, hmm? Ya didn’t even need a hand, how cute,” Aspen whimpered again, his hips jerking forward against the pillow as he shuddered a bit. “Do ya want a treat for being such a good kitty?” Mykal asked, pulling his head back so that his mouth was free and empty.

Aspen panted a bit, his hand reaching out and wrapping around Mykal’s cock. “Pretty please?” He asked, poking out his bottom lip as his eyes darted down to his cock. Mykal smirked a little as he reached out and gently ran his fingers along Aspen’s cheek. He probably just bought himself another ten minutes and it’d only increase as he remained unstimulated. Edging himself was his specialty, he could spend hours staving off his orgasms in preference of pleasuring Aspen. 

“What does my pretty kitty want?” Mykal asked teasingly, and Aspen blushed and leaned up a little. 

“I want you to cum in my…” He trailed off shyly as Mykal reached out and grabbed his chin, trailing his finger along his lip. His lips were spit dampened and puffy, lightly pink and sensitive from him thrusting into his mouth and Aspen shivered, his lips parting and his eyes darkening. “M-My mouth, please,” He let out a shuddery breath and slipped his tongue out to run against his thumb. Mykal didn’t really need to hear anything else, he nodded and led his head back down to his erection. Aspen happily took it back into his mouth as much as he could and looked up at him expectantly. 

Mykal smirked a little and started thrusting his hips into Aspen’s mouth as Aspen hummed around him. Aspen seemed determined, solely focused on driving him mad because he just kept humming and fuck , the vibrations were echoing through him and making him feel lightheaded. He groaned softly and started moving his hips faster, actively chasing his orgasm instead of trying to force it away. 

The closer he got, the more his thrusts grew slightly unhinged, but it was met with Aspen’s eagerness to please and he started moving his head in tandem with working his tongue and moaning. He could feel himself getting closer, the familiar inkling of it sneaking up on him making it’s way through him as he traced his fingers down Aspen’s cheek softly before his fingers bit down into the back of his head. Aspen whimpered, moving his head forward until his mouth was closer to the base of his cock, he could feel the back of his throat squeezing around the head of his erection and fuck. He was gonna cum. He knew it.

He groaned deeply, quickly pulling his cock back a bit away from his throat so he didn’t choke him and tipping his head back, his orgasm crashing down over him. Everything whited out around him as he pumped stream after stream of cum into his throat. He could even feel Aspen swallowing around him and he couldn’t help twitching a little as he pulled Aspen’s head back and let his cock slip out. 

“Good boy,” Mykal panted, and Aspen looked up at him and smiled brightly, his cheeks flushed and eyes darkened as he wiped at his mouth with his hand. Mykal leaned over and scooped him up out of the floor, pulling him up into his arms and cradling him there. “Good boy,” He murmured again, pressing his lips against Aspen’s. Aspen let out a whimper and kissed him back for a second before pulling away and glancing down at the pillow beneath his desk. 

“I-I think I-I owe you a pillow,” Aspen said softly, blushing brightly and burying his face into his neck. 

“I have a billion pillows, they’re cheap as hell. Ya don’t owe me shit, kitten,” Mykal said, pressing his lips against his head softly. “Now, I should get ya outta this sweater and those panties before they get ruined. Strip for me, and then go wait in the bathroom, princess.” Mykal commanded and Aspen jumped up to follow his instructions, leaving his clothes in a pile on top of Mykal’s pants. He grabbed them and quickly threw them into the washer and turned it on, heading off to the bathroom so he could give Aspen a well-deserved shower. 

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Mykal woke up to the feeling of Aspen shifting around uncontrollably and a soft whine, so he blinked out into the darkness of his bedroom, trying to detect if there was anyone in his apartment or if Aspen was having a nightmare. It must be the nightmare because there was nothing in the room that could’ve disturbed his sleep. Mykal rolled over and pressed himself against his back and nestled his face into Aspen’s shoulder. 

“It’s okay, kitten, it’s just a dream,” Mykal murmured soothingly, and Aspen let out a soft whimper, his hand curling up by his face slightly as if he were trying to hold his hand. Mykal was cautious as he slipped his hand up and into Aspen’s, but Aspen’s hand immediately curled around his hand, fingers gripping down into his knuckles slightly. “I’m right here, baby,” He murmured into his ear, squeezing his hand slightly. If Aspen relaxed, he’d let him sleep it out–but if he didn’t he’d have to wake him up.

He held him for a few minutes, trying to see if he’d calmed down, and initially, he thought he had. He seemed to relax for a brief moment, but it didn’t last long before Aspen was whimpering and pressing himself closer against him while squeezing his hand tightly in his sleep. 

“Shh, it’s okay, you’re safe,” Mykal murmured, pressing soft kisses along the shell of his ear gently so as not to startle him. “Wake up for me, Kitten,” He murmured into his ear, and Aspen whined softly, his hand clenching around Mykal’s. “Aspen,” Mykal said gently, but louder than before. Aspen’s pretty green eyes fluttered open, haunted confusion on his face and he tensed for a moment.

“A-Alpha?” It was soft, hesitant as if he were afraid of the answer.

“It’s me, princess,” Mykal murmured softly and the tension fled Aspen’s body almost immediately, before pulling him closer and pressing a kiss to his head softly. “Are ya okay?” Mykal murmured softly, running his nose along his ear. Aspen nodded and pulled away from him for a moment to turn around and face him before he buried himself in Mykal’s chest.

“I’m okay,” He murmured softly, his hand clenching up into a fist in Mykal’s shirt. 

“Do ya wanna talk about it?” Mykal asked, and Aspen shook his head and looked up at him with deep green eyes.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Aspen said, his voice shaking a little before he buried his face back into Mykal’s chest. “I-I just wanna… please, just hold me,” His words sounded desperate enough that it made Mykal’s heart clench and he nodded his head and curled his arms tighter around Aspen, leaning down to murmur soft words into his ear. 

It didn’t take long for Aspen to succumb to sleep again, but Mykal found himself unable to sleep. There was something about the haunted look in his eyes that made Mykal feel uneasy.

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Mykal sighed deeply and looked down at his sketchbook, running his eyes over it scrutinously. It’s… off . He sighed and tried to detect what exactly was off about it. The eyes were even and properly proportioned to the positioning of the face. The cupid’s bow, maybe? It wasn’t… off  per se, just… not enough. The eyebrows… they seemed to be a little flat. Maybe it was just all wrong. He tossed his pencil down on his desk and sighed. Damn Ezra, he distracted him while he was drawing and he completely lost focus. Now he was left with this–which wasn’t bad  but it wasn’t good either. 

Ezra was just on his last nerve anyway. He’d been skipping classes all the time and then just out of the blue was acting as if he’d never missed a class before in his life and he was on the list for valedictorian. He hated  classes, and he absolutely didn’t put enough effort in to be anywhere close to valedictorian. It was concerning–but also what’s more concerning was his recent streams and the not answering the door. Mykal usually picked him up on Wednesday morning and he’d take him to classes–Wednesday was the day that they shared morning classes and Mykal passed by his place on the way, it was just easier. 

The streams alone weren’t necessarily alarming, maybe he was just staying with a different friend, he definitely had the kind of personality that’d allow him to have a bunch of friends. But… him not being home for three Wednesdays in a row? That was alarming. And then… his most recent stream was with a random guy that Mykal had been hoping he’d catch a peek of. He just wanted to talk. 

He was worried mostly because Ezra hadn’t put a condom on him. He couldn’t really be angry that he’d brought someone onto his cam-show, that wasn’t his business and he couldn’t say anything because after Cameron stopped doing scenes with him(which he understood, William was his partner and he wanted to be with him solely)Mykal had also brought a few other people onto his streams. They were other cammers, and they did BDSM scenes mainly, wax play, impact play, edging and orgasm control. He rarely actually had intercourse with them–but when he did he always wore protection. 

Some of them were women–which duh , he did not want any babies at twenty-two years old and while he was still in college. But he wore protection regardless because he was not about to get the clap, or any other STD willingly. Ezra hadn’t used protection. That shit is dangerous. 

Mykal felt his phone buzzing in his pocket and lifted himself up to fish through his pocket to find it before checking the caller id and seeing Aspen’s name. He clicked the accept button and put the phone up to his ear. 

“Princess, it’s really late, what’re ya doin’ up?” Mykal asked, and he heard a soft sigh on the other end of the phone and then shuffling. 

“I can’t sleep, Alpha,” Aspen said softly, and Mykal smiled a little.

“Aw, why? What’s up cupcake?” Aspen giggled softly and he heard the sound of shuffling again.

“I’m uncomfy.” He whined, his voice staying low and measured. “My bedroom is cold, and it’s really loud tonight.” He sighed, and Mykal raised an eyebrow. Mykal could kind of make out the sound of a fan whirring around, but he didn’t really constitute that as noisy–other than that it seemed pretty quiet.

“Well, ya got some blankets so cover your cute little butt up, yea?” Mykal said, smiling a little. “But it seems pretty quiet, are ya okay? Do ya need to go into subspace?” He couldn’t hear anything other than Aspen’s soft breathing, so him saying it was loud didn’t really make a lot of sense unless he was talking about his head. Perhaps he was anxious? It’d be difficult to get him into subspace over the phone, Mykal wasn’t quite sure how he’d manage that but he’d try at the least.

“I-I am okay,” Aspen said and sucked in a deep breath. “Sec,” He whispered, and Mykal could barely hear him. And then it was complete static silence on the other end of the phone. He couldn’t hear anything, not even his breathing. He knew he’d cut the mic off so he wasn’t too worried or anything, but considering he was whispering before, Mykal couldn’t help but worry. He sat for a few more minutes and then checked the time, wondering if Aspen had fallen asleep with the microphone muted accidentally. 

Just as he was about to hang up, he heard the sound of static for a second. “A-Alpha?” Aspen whispered, “Are you there still?” He asked softly, and then Mykal heard knocking on his door. “G-Go away Jonah!” Aspen called, and Mykal heard something hit his door. 

“Aspen, are ya good?” He asked.

“Yeah, my whole family is home tonight so it’s super annoying here.” Aspen sighed, and Mykal could hear the sound of him shuffling in his bed. “I wish I was there.” He murmured softly, and Mykal smiled a bit.

“Do ya want me to come pick ya up?” Mykal asked, and Aspen let out a breath. 

“Can you? Is that okay?” He asked in a soft voice. 

“Yea, that’s fine. Can ya send me your address?” Mykal asked, and Aspen let out a quiet yes, before he heard the sound of his fingers tapping his screen because of the vibrations, and his phone dinged in his ear. 

“How long will it take you? I’ll wait outside,” He murmured softly. 

Mykal quickly put the address into his phone’s GPS and told him the estimated arrival time before hanging up. He stood up and grabbed his keys and walked out of his apartment, locking the door behind him. 

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Aspen had been practically glued to Mykal since he’d picked him up from his house. It’d been a few days, and Aspen had called home every night claiming he was working on a project. Mykal didn’t particularly mind, but he was curious over the change–he was spending the night with him a couple of times a week initially, but it was going on day four. He seemed fine, completely normal. But Mykal had an odd feeling about it. Aspen didn’t act particularly troubled, he was doing his homework and eating well, he went to bed every night at half-past midnight, and he had even started going to the gym with him in the morning before classes. 

All he really did was yoga, but it was nice and it seemed like they were falling into a routine of sorts. That wasn’t really a problem, Mykal strived off of routine, he did the same things almost ritualistically, even if he was lazy most of the time. He kept himself on a schedule just like Aspen–but that wasn’t really the point. Aspen had made every excuse in the world not to go home, and that just struck him as odd.

He had the misfortune of meeting his brother Jonah and he seemed… odd  but not like someone Mykal would personally go out of his way to avoid, though he couldn’t promise they wouldn’t end up fighting because he just came off as an… creep . He seemed a little protective, but Mykal was also protective so he could understand that– but  Aspen seemed incredibly uncomfortable around him. To the point that even in the dark with him standing a good distance away from him he could feel  the waves of anxiety rolling off of him. When Mykal asked him about it, he’d been quick to brush it off as just being embarrassed over how protective he was but Mykal felt like something  wasn’t right about it. The look of absolute panic  on his face when he’d seen his brother walk up to them while he was getting in the car made Mykal anxious and that took effort. 

The preceding almost uncanny conversation that Jonah had engaged in with him was uncomfortable, to say the least. He wouldn’t be climbing any mountains or sailing any seas in an effort to see him ever again. He came off as the kind of guy that unironically quotes ‘Lord of the Flies’ and probably related a little too much to Meg from family guy–but in only the bad ways. He was also rather small and un-opposing in comparison to Mykal, scrawny and his haircut made him look like he’d never looked in a mirror before. He seemed intimidated as hell looking up at Mykal, but he’d been rambling on and on about all kinds of nonsense Mykal hadn’t really cared enough to actually listen to. 

Mykal sighed and paused his video game to look around his apartment. He was absolutely getting his ass kicked on FC3 because he just couldn’t fucking focus. It’d always been that way though–his mind had always been active and going. Even when he didn’t really need it to.  “Where’s my kitty,” He called, and he heard a soft ‘here, Alpha,’ from the bedroom. Mykal sat his controller down and got up, wandering into the bedroom. Aspen looked up at him from where he was lying sprawled out on his bed, looking like an absolute goddess while reading something on his phone. 

“Hi Alpha,” Aspen said excitedly, bouncing up onto his knees and putting his hands between his thighs. 

“Hi there, Kitten,” Mykal said, reaching forward to tilt his head back a little and brushing their lips together. “Are ya being mischeivous in here?” Mykal asked, and Aspen shook his head and giggled, reaching out for him to move forward so he did. Aspen reached up and wrapped his arms around his neck and giggled.

“N-No Alpha,” He said, tilting his head to the side a bit as he looked up at him. “I was hoping you’d come to find me,” He admitted with a blush, Mykal raised his eyebrow and put his hand on Aspen’s lower back. 

“Why is that?” Mykal asked with a little smirk, and Aspen pressed closer to him, pulling him slightly so that he was leaning over him and their noses were almost touching. Aspen blushed and hesitated before he leaned up and pressed his lips against Mykal’s. Mykal smiled a little into the kiss and ran his tongue along Aspen’s lower lip. Aspen sank into his chest and parted his lips with a moan, pulling him closer as he tangled their tongues together. 

“I-I want you to work on… that  training,” Aspen whispered into his ear when he pulled away, blushing slightly as he tangled his fingers into Mykal’s hair. “Please, Alpha, I wanna take y-you,” He blushed more as he peeked up at him through a curtain of bangs. Bold words for someone who cried when going up an inch. 

“Ya don’t need to push yourself that much in one night,” Mykal murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “But ya only have two more toys to take, so it’s not gonna be long, okay?” Aspen huffed and nodded his head. “We can do training tonight, but you’re only goin’ up a half size if we do cus ya just went up one size last night,” Mykal said, noting the determined glint in Aspen’s eyes. He was admittedly being over-cautious, but Aspen was only five foot four, to his six-foot. He wasn’t massive–but he was big enough that he could  accidentally hurt Aspen in a not  sexy way and that terrified him. 

Aspen was different. He really didn’t want to hurt him, he also didn’t want to mess the whole thing up by making it awkward as hell. His first time was with Cameron, and it’d been so awkward  and uncomfortable. They were both virgins, and Cameron had only just started using dildos so he’d not gotten into the larger ones yet… 6 hours of foreplay later, they’d finally done it but… yikes  it’d been awkward. Of course, once when Cameron was drunk he’d admitted that Mykal had been the one who got him interested in bigger dildos so he guessed it all worked out? But Aspen wasn’t Cameron… He cried so easily, he was so soft and gentle, the thought of hurting him was similar to the thought of kicking puppies or stealing money from orphans. Someone could  do it, but that didn’t make it less of a fucking terrible thing to do. 

“Really Alpha?” He asked it in such an excited tone that Mykal’s heart sputtered a bit in his chest as if it might just flatline. Mykal didn’t know what he’d ever done to catch Aspen’s eye, but there was one thing he knew for certain–he didn’t deserve him. 

“Of course, you behaved real good all day, ya deserve a reward,” Mykal said, and Aspen giggled a little. “But if you’re sore, ya have to tell me, okay?” Mykal said, grabbing his chin and forcing him to meet his eyes. Aspen nodded his head excitedly, his eyes brightening. Mykal laughed a little and stepped away from him. “I’ll be right back. Take off your panties and lay down over a pillow with your ass up.” Aspen nodded and Mykal hurried off in search of the plug he needed for Aspen.

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Mykal was bored out of his mind waiting on his third class of the day to come. Aspen had already headed off to his class, but Mykal still had another forty-five minutes to kill before his next class. He could go home, but that seemed like a waste of gas considering he’d be there maybe five minutes before he had to leave again. Mykal pulled out his phone and started fucking around with it, just scrolling through social media because he had nothing more productive to do. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there scrolling before his phone rang, but when the caller id said Carl, he didn’t hesitate to answer.

“Yooooo Myk, I got soma the best  kush man, ever, you really needa get soma this fore I run out,” Carl drawled as soon as Mykal hit the answer button and he had to hurry to put the phone up to his ear so that he wouldn’t miss anything. “I baked brownies yo, and my whole fuckin’ house reeks dude.” 

“The first time we’ve spoken in months and this is what you want?” Mykal asked, raising an eyebrow. Carl snorted. “Stop bakin’ brownies in your goddamn frat house, dude, you’re gonna come to regret that if someone reports it,” Mykal said, and Carl snorted again.

“I wanna share some of my brownies with ya, so get your ass ova here after classes. This isn’t a request, if you do not do it, I will de-rank myself in PvP and wreck your scores bro.” Mykal groaned. He worked hard to get to tier one gold–damn stoner jackass. Well… pot brownies sound like fun, but hanging out at the frat house sounds like misery. And Aspen has been with him for five days now, so he could assume he’d probably go home with him again. 

“I’ll buy some of ya brownies, man, but I’m not hangin’ out at your house,” Mykal said and Carl chuckled a little. 

“Yah, I didn’t think you would,” Carl laughed, and Mykal could practically see him waving his hand dismissively. “You just ain’t bought from me in a bit, I thought we could chill for a few.” Carl said, and Mykal nodded. 

“I don’t mind, but I might bring someone with me and if I do, ya better not make him uncomfortable or I’ll have a go at ya,” Mykal said, and Carl snorted.

“Is all love here bro,” Carl said, and Mykal rolled his eyes. Carl wasn’t really the type to go about needlessly stirring up drama, but Mykal knew Carl didn’t really have a filter when it came to most things so he couldn’t risk him making Aspen scared. He was anxious enough as is. “All you gotta do is grab the brownies an gimme ya dough, you probably ain’t gonna be here long enough for me to even try and start shit.” 

“I’m talkin’ about the guns, Carl.” Mykal said, and Carl snorted again. 

“Gun’s’ll be locked up tight as per Officer Myk’s orders,” Carl laughed, and Mykal nodded. 

“Good, maybe I’ll bring ya some scooby snacks for good behavior,” Mykal laughed.

“Oi, don’t fuck around with scooby snacks! I fully expect a whole box now ya bitch,” Carl said, and Mykal laughed. 

“Fuck off, I’ll bring ya a box of wheat thins instead.” Mykal said, and Carl cackled.

“Don’t insult me, I ain’t your grandma.” Carl said, and Mykal rolled his eyes. “Bring me something that makes it worth it, jeez, I’m not some cheap whore.” 

“If you were, neither of us would leave happy.” Mykal said, and Carl laughed. 

“Fuck you man, I’m gorgeous.” Carl said, “The ladies call me clap daddy.” 

“I’m sure they call ya the pussy whisperer dude,” Mykal laughed, rolling his eyes again. 

“Make it raaaain,” He cackled. 

“The only thing you’ve ever made rain were your parent’s eyes,” Mykal said, chuckling and glancing down at the clock on his phone. Fuck . “Sorry dude, I know this is sudden but I gotta get to class.” 

“Mannn ya suck. Cya soon, bro. Don’t forget the fuggin scooby snacks or I’ma deck you.” Mykal laughed and nodded before he realized he couldn’t see him.

“Yah yah, but I better get somethin’ in return for em or I’m takin’ em home with me.” Mykal said, and Carl laughed.

“Aye,” Carl said, and then it disconnected. Mykal now had three minutes to make it to class, or he’d be late. He sighed deeply and stood up, taking his sweet ass time. There was no way in hell he was getting there on time, so why should he even bother running? Too much work. Too much wasted energy. Too much… eh. Everything. He just wanted to graduate already. 

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Four hours later, Mykal was pulling into the parking lot of the frat house, a box of scooby snacks and Aspen in the passenger seat of his car. Aspen was talking amitably about a ‘cute’ rat he’d seen in biology that he named Fransifur, which he couldn’t lie had gained a laugh from him, when glanced around the parking lot and to the frat house, he had confusion in his eyes. “I’m just goin’ to get somethin’ baby. D’ya wanna stay locked up in the car or come with me?” Mykal asked, and Aspen bit his lip.

“I wanna go with you Alpha.” Aspen said, unbuckling himself. Mykal got out of the car first, and he walked around to meet Aspen as he was stepping out of the car. 

“Stay with me, okay? I don’t know a lot of the people here, so just keep your cute little butt right here,” Mykal said, wrapping his arm around Aspen’s shoulder. Aspen giggled and nodded, nestling up closer to his chest. Mykal grabbed the scooby snacks out of the passenger seat. “You hold onto this,” Mykal instructed, offering him the box. 

“What’re we here for?” Aspen asked curiously as he took the box and cradled it to his chest.

“Special brownies.” He couldn’t outright say ‘pot brownies’ in the middle of the street outside of a dealers house–it just was way too risky. Getting arrested was not on his ‘top ten things to do before I die’ list. Mykal smiled and led him up the walkway to the door, keeping him tucked into his side.

“Do they have nuts in them? Or is it like, triple chocolate brownies? Oooh, does it have ice cream?” Aspen fired off question after question. Mykal smirked a little and leaned down to kiss his ear, whispering ‘not that kind of special’ into his ear. Aspen giggled and shook his head a little. “Nooo that tickles.” He squirmed a little and pouted as he stared up at him. 

“I won’t tickle ya–but I’ll explain later, okay?” Mykal said, and Aspen nodded his head. Mykal knocked on the door. It only took a few seconds for the door to be swung open with one of Carl’s frat buddies. “I’m here to see Carl.” Mykal said. The guy nodded and jerked his head walking away and leaving the door opened behind him. Mykal walked inside and then led himself and Aspen up to Carl’s room, stopping to knock on the door. He heard Carl call come in, so he pushed open the door and walked inside.

“Yooo Officer Myk are you here to gimme a scooby snack?” Carl said, smiling a dopey smile as he turned his eyes from his television. Mykal nodded, watching as Carl paused his video game and turned to face him. His eyes darted down to Aspen and then back up to him lazily and then a smirk crossed his face. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing a girl with ya,”  Carl said, and Mykal raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t bring a girl with me.” Mykal deadpanned, and then glanced down at Aspen. “This is Aspen. He’s just really shy so ya can’t see all of him.” Mykal explained, putting his hand on Aspen’s back. 

“No kidding,” Carl said, smiling a little. “Oh yea, I put the brownies in that tupperwear container–it’ll contain the scent.” He motioned towards the container of brownies and Mykal stepped forward and grabbed it looking into it to determine how much it probably costed, and then handed that to Aspen, taking the box of scooby snacks from him and tossed them to Carl, who jumped up and grabbed it. “Zoinks all for me no foolin’?” 

“That’s not even one quote, you just jammed a buncha references together.” Mykal said unamused, fishing out a few twenties and handed them to him. 

“I just wanted the cookies bro, take ya money.” Carl waved his hand as he started opening the box. “I ran out of munchies.” He smirked as he looked over at Mykal. “Thanks Officer Myk, ya really kept me from whithering away and dying.” Carl said, turning his attention back to the game.

“Thanks for the free drugs,” Mykal said, taking the tupperware container from Aspen. “I’ll be on my way… have fun with your weird… scooby-doo roleplay thing you’re doin’.” Mykal said, watching as Carl nodded and started his game back. “Bye Shaggy,” Mykal said, waving his hand. Carl snorted.

“Cya later Scoob,” Mykal couldn’t help but laugh–the dude threw his voice and sounded just like Shaggy. But perhaps funnier, he actually looked  like Shaggy too.

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Aspen was spending the night again. It was the night of the final toy–only a half size smaller than him. Aspen was a ball of excited energy when they’d left the campus, and he’d barely managed to keep Aspen focused on his homework. He’d managed– somehow –to get him to sit still long enough to do his homework. Mykal was having a hard time focusing as well, making the task even more difficult than it should’ve been. Knowing he was close to being able to be inside of Aspen was exciting, and it’d really sped things up for him to spend an uninterrupted week with him because he didn’t have to return to the size before without a space between when he could prepare him.

Aspen getting all teary-eyed when going up a size tugged at his heartstrings indefinitely, but it was impossible for his cock not to harden to a point of near agony when ten minutes later Aspen was clinging onto him and pleading with him not to stop. He couldn’t even pretend he hadn’t grown to actually enjoy watching Aspen fall apart beneath him. He was so sweet, getting wrapped up in his pleasure and just clinging onto him however he could. The more pleasured he became, the more of a mess he became. Pleading and whining, his eyes watering just a bit as he squirmed around and took everything so beautifully. 

It was beautiful, intoxicating, and Mykal was drunk off of it–those helpless little noises slipping from his lips, the way he looks and feels in his arms. He just wanted to drag it out and spend forever with him wrapped in his arms. Mykal’s erection throbbed angrily in his pants, and he let out a shaky breath as he bent over Aspen’s back, running his nose along his shoulder. 

“A-Ah-Alpha,” Aspen gasped, one of his hands curling around the arm Mykal was holding himself up with. “P-Please,” He whimpered, looking up at him over his shoulder, his other hand fisted in the blankets beneath him. He wasn’t even trying to hold himself up anymore, he’d just melted down onto the bed somewhere near the beginning and there he’d stayed. Mykal bit down into his shoulder as he angled the toy differently and pushed it inside of him. Aspen gasped again, his fingernails biting down into Mykal’s arm as he pushed his hips back slightly.

Mykal groaned and bit down onto him harder, trying to fight back the lustful haze beginning to take over his mind as he felt Aspen’s ass rubbing against his erection. He set a steady pace, speeding up his movements with the toy gradually, making sure he rubbed against his prostate each time. And the noises falling out of his mouth could’ve been deemed an aphrodisiac, Mykal was certain. Each one of them seemed to hit him straight in the cock, and it was driving him to the point of delirium.

“Aren’t ya such a good little pillow princess, hmm?” Mykal teased, and Aspen let out a mewl while nodding his head desperately. “So pretty, baby, just like an angel. Are you close?” Mykal asked, and Aspen let out a choked moan and nodded his head again, his fingernails biting down into his wrist harder. 

“I-I-Y-ess,” Aspen stammered out, squirming around a bit as he pushed back into the toy slightly. “P-Please, Please,” Aspen whined, looking up at him with those helplessly beautiful eyes and he was lost in them. Mykal pulled back a little so that he could move his hand down to Aspen’s nipple. He pinched it and rolled it between his fingers as he rubbed the toy against his prostate. Aspen’s noises grew louder, his hand pulling at the sheets desperately as he absently rocked his hips against the toy, little pleas falling off his lips desperately. 

“Ya wanna cum, baby?” Mykal asked as he tugged Aspen’s nipple and kept up his ministrations on Aspen’s prostate as Aspen moaned, his hands beginning to tug on the blanket beneath him as he squeezed his thighs together and rubbed them together. Mykal couldn’t help but smirk a little, he was so cute . Mykal couldn’t help but change the direction he was thrusting the toy into him at and Aspen moaned and twitched a little bit as his eyes rolled back.

“P-Please, Al-Alpha, wanna…” Aspen whimpered as he trembled slightly. “Cum, please, cum,” Aspen’s words slurring together as his face screwed up in pleasure as Mykal trailed his hand down his chest, over his abdomen and to his cock. Mykal wrapped his hand around it and squeezed slightly, drawing a choked moan from Aspen’s throat. “N-Needaaa..” He broke off with a loud, needy moan before he could finish as Mykal ran his hand down his cock slowly.

“Cum for me, Kitten.” Mykal demanded, moving his hand in time with the thrusts of the toy inside of Aspen. 

“C-Cum… hahhh nghhh– cumm– !” Aspen convulsed as he came, his hands losing their grip on the sheets. Mykal couldn’t help but reach down and wrap his hand around his cock, squeezing it slightly as he watched Aspen lose himself in his pleasure. When Aspen sank down onto the bed and let out a quiet hum, Mykal sank back onto his heels for a moment and panted, squeezing himself harder. 

This is a test of willpower, Mykal groaned to himself as he rolled Aspen over onto his back and carefully picked him up. “A-alphaa… wa-war..warrm,” Aspen sighed softly his eyes fluttering slightly before he sank into his arms and fell asleep. Mykal had never seen anything so sweet, and he’d never felt so satisfied holding someone before in his life.

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It was a few hours later that Mykal sat down to eat one of his brownies. Aspen was bathed, his homework finished, he’d had his size training and an orgasm so he’d be going to bed soon and Mykal wanted to relax. He opened his soda and sat the chips down on the coffee table, picking up his headset and put it on, turning on his game station and signing into his account. He sat the controller to the side and took one of the brownies out of the container and started eating it. Once he finished, he took a gulp of his soda and scrunched his nose up. Definitely can taste the pot in that , he thought, taking another drink of his soda to get the taste out of his mouth.

“Alpha?” Mykal coughed, his hand jerking up to his chest. Aspen was either talking his ear off or sneaking up behind him. There was hardly an in between. 

“I’m gettin’ ya a damn kitten collar,” Mykal said, turning to smile at him a little. “What’s the matter precious?” He asked, and Aspen shook his head and sat down beside him, curling up into his side and looked up at him.

“Can I have a brownie?” He asked, blinking up at him way too innocently. 

“These aren’t just regular brownies.” Mykal said, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “You’ll get high off them, Kitten.” Mykal explained. “They have THC in them,” He continued, lacing their fingers together. “I don’t expect you to take them with me, so you don’t have to.” 

“Well… I-I kind of knew that,” Aspen said in a soft voice, his hand pulling away from Mykal’s so that he could play with his fingers. “I-I only never did it… because I-I didn’t trust who I-I was w-with,” Aspen said, looking up at him with wide, trusting eyes. “But I-I wanna try it once.” Mykal nodded and took out another brownie and broke it into thirds and gave Aspen one of them. 

“Eat this, see how you feel in twenty minutes.” Mykal murmured, and  Aspen nodded and took it. His first bite he scrunched up his nose. “Here,” Mykal said, handing him his soda with a little smile. Aspen smiled at him and took it, taking a small drink of it before taking another bite and repeating the process until he’d finished it. 

“Can I cuddle with you?” Aspen asked, and Mykal smiled and nodded. He pulled Aspen into his lap and let him squirm around until he was comfortable and then rested his chin on Aspen’s head and grabbed his controller and logged into FC3 and started playing. It didn’t take long for Aspen to start to get giggly and talkative, though. It was adorable and he was having a lot of fun just listening to Aspen talk and ask questions about the game here and there. Eventually, Mykal abandoned the game entirely though, hitting the pause button and sat the controller down on his coffee table. 

Mykal shifted their bodies around so that Aspen was laying on his chest, his cheek pressed against Mykal’s chest and his arm curled around him tightly. Mykal laid his head back against the couch pillow and sighed deeply, holding him tightly to his chest as one of Aspen’s slender fingers traced circles on his chest lightly. 

“Alpha,” Aspen murmured softly, and Mykal’s eyes popped open and he looked down at Aspen who was looking up at him with his pretty jade green eyes bloodshot. Mykal reached one of his hands up and gently brushed the hair out of his eyes, humming lightly in question. “I-I like being here.” He said, his eyes flicker down to his chest. 

“I like ya being here, Kitten.” Mykal said, brushing his lips against Aspen’s temple softly. Aspen seemed like he might be close to falling asleep, and it was adorable how sweet he was. He always clung on to him so tightly, he always displayed such a need  for him–constant attention, cuddle and training sessions, affection and guidance–and in a lot of ways that was things that Mykal needed too. He was secluded, while having friends he still always felt like the odd one out. His life had fallen into pretty much a depression loop where he ate, slept, played video games, did his cam shows and did homework. And often times, sleep was more of a request  than a stipulation. Having Aspen there allowed him to get out of the cycle of just… nothingness. 

“I… I don’t wanna go home.” Aspen said, looking up at him with wide eyes. Mykal didn’t really know how to take that, honestly. It could mean so many things, he wasn’t even stoned anymore and he couldn’t figure out how to pry further–or if he shouldn’t even worry about it. He had always been an overthinker.

“You don’t have to go home yet, princess,” Mykal murmured and Aspen nodded his head and seemed to try to sink into him more. “What brought that up, little lovely?” He asked gently, and Aspen shrugged a little. 

“I-I just… everyone… wants me to come home.” Aspen said nervously, his hand gripping into his chest. “I don’t like it there. My dad is always busy, and my uncle is super weird. And Jonah just won’t leave me alone…” He trailed off, frustration bleeding into his tone a bit. “I’m the only one in the house who cleans, which like isn’t a huge deal, but they’re all kind of messy. And like, they leave food lying around everywhere and it’s not like I, knowing that it’s not supposed to be there, can just leave it there because… mold and germs and icky stuffs.” Aspen sighed.

“Have ya tried talkin’ to them about it and seein’ if they’ll pick up after themselves?” Mykal asked, and Aspen nodded, something sparking in his eyes that seemed to dull the light behind them for just a split second. 

“Dad says he’s never home, my uncle is just– ugh .” Aspen groaned and buried his chest in Mykal’s chest. “And Jonah is worst of all cus he intentionally makes messes just to force me to clean them. Like he opened a whole bottle of dads liquor and poured it all over the carpet and then told me I had to clean it or he’d tell dad I did it! And then even after I cleaned it he still told dad I drank it!” Aspen rolled his eyes and huffed. “He’s such a jerk.” 

“Yeah?” Mykal asked imploringly, tilting his head a bit so he could look over Aspen’s face. Aspen nodded his head and leaned back a little and tilted his head to the side a bit. 

“Yeah, he’s always been pretty mean. Dad ended up having to send him to… uh… army school?” Mykal chuckled a little. “Well, that’s close enough to what it is! It’s basically like JROTC on steroids and everyone is super into wearing uniforms and military stuff.” Aspen said, and Mykal nodded his head. He loved his voice, the softness of it, and he just wanted to listen to him talk and talk–he didn’t care about what. He could start talking about little dancing poptarts and Mykal would probably listen to it. 

“Why’d he have to go to military school?” It was slightly alarming to Mykal that he’d been sent to military school. Sure it wasn’t like you need  to be troubled to go to one, but the way that Aspen made it sound implied that it hadn’t been the case. 

“Well, there was an incident where I got hurt once,” Aspen said, cringing a little and pulling back some, his hand slipping up to rub at the side of his head behind his ear a little. “It wasn’t as bad as everyone said though.” 

“What happened, kitten?” Mykal asked, and paused for a moment, hesitating a little. He didn’t know how to soften the question. He couldn’t not  ask, though. Aspen was incredibly uncomfortable around his brother, he openly said that he didn’t want to go home… 

“It was a misunderstanding.” Aspen said, and sighed a little. “My uncle said I fell down the stairs and pulled Jonah with me. I don’t really know what happened. My memory is kind of foggy… It feels like a fever dream almost.” He smiled a little as he looked at Mykal. “But what got him in trouble was the fact that I’d been drugged. I don’t think it was him, I could’ve drank something laced somewhere else, right?” Aspen asked, and Mykal nodded, but he wasn’t so sure. 

Jonah screamed Hannibal Lector to Mykal already, so the fact that there was a possibility he’d done something to him… well that angered him a little. But he held it in check. It was all speculation anyway, but it was weird. If everyone thought that Jonah drugged him, why was he ever allowed around him again? That just screams an opportunity for re-offense. 

“But like, he’s just weird, right? He kind of creeps me out.” Aspen said sheepishly. “I don’t think he drugged me, but I don’t really know if I trust him–he’s scary when he’s angry. He always yells at me and like, I’m not a child but it hurts my feelings.” Aspen shrugged a bit and then looked up at Mykal. “You never yell at me, or make fun of me. You’re always so nice. And I don’t wanna go back home and be yelled at anymore.” 

“Well, ya don’t have to go back yet. You’re welcome to stay here for as long as ya want and if anyone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me.” Mykal murmured, reaching out and wrapping his hand around Aspen’s wrist, gently tugging him forward. 

“I… I can stay here… as long as I want?” Aspen asked, blinking up at him. “L-Like… live here?” He tilted his head to the side, his eyes widening a little in interest. “I… could do that?” Mykal nodded, his heart catching in his throat a little as his eyes roamed over Aspen. 

The way he was leaning over him shouldn’t have flustered him, but Aspen was up on his knees between his legs, his knees pushed just far enough apart that his milky thighs were plainly visible, being highlighted by the dark oversized sweater Aspen had on that was caught where his body bent, casting shadows in all the right places to make his mind run away. His arms were in front of him a little, his body weight resting on his palms and one of his pale shoulders was peeking out of collar of the sweater. It was common because Mykal really didn’t like tight fitting clothes, so he bought all his sweaters a size larger(two sometimes, depending on the kind of fabric it was made from)so his sweaters were even a little loose on him. He really thought he might be developing a some kind of weird sweater fetish. 

“Yea, ya can live here if ya want.” Mykal said, grabbing onto his chin and pulled him down closer to his face. Aspen’s face heated up and he giggled a little as he tried to look away from his eyes. “You’re always welcome here with me, Kitten.” Mykal said before kissing him softly. He didn’t let it linger too long, not wanting to get Aspen all stirred up and needy again, and Aspen sank down onto his chest one again, his head resting over Mykal’s heart as he curled his fingers into the sleeve of the sweater he was wearing and let out a soft sigh.

“I’m tired Alpha,” Aspen murmured softly before he yawned and nuzzled his head against his chest. 

“Alright, bed time, princess.” Mykal murmured and Aspen nodded but didn’t make a move to get up. With a little difficulty, he managed to pry Aspen’s arms away from him and he carefully pulled himself from underneath Aspen before he leaned down and picked him up and carried him into the bedroom and laid him down in the bed and pulled the blankets up and around him. He let out a soft sigh and nestled his face up against it and smiled a little. Mykal sighed deeply and leaned over and pressed his lips to Aspen’s cheek.

He was surprised how much he genuinely wanted Aspen to stay with him. He’d always valued his personal space, but that was only really because he didn’t like a lot of people. He’d always felt like a pawn, like his presence with people outside of his friend group would always be something to benefit someone else. He liked  Aspen. A lot more than he’d thought he would.

If Aspen still felt the same way in the morning about wanting to move in with him, he’d go get his stuff for him if Aspen felt uncomfortable doing it.

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Mykal woke up to a weight on his waist and hips, just enough to disturb his slumber, but not enough to fully grasp his attention either. “-pha,” It was soft and faint, pulling him slightly closer to the surface of consciousness. There was a soft huff, and then he felt Aspen lean over him. “Alpha,” It was soft and teasing, and Mykal groaned softly reaching his arm out and wrapping it around Aspen’s waist.

“Mhm,” Mykal hummed as he sank back into the bed and held Aspen still on top of him. Aspen giggled a little and nosed at his chin a little, before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his neck. Mykal hummed again, his arm clenching around his waist slightly.

“Alphaa,” Aspen prodded, kissing his neck again before he paused. And then he bit him. Boom, instant erection.

“Ah, shit,” Mykal gasped, his eyes flying open as he jerked slightly. “Did ya just bite me?” Aspen looked up at him with a caught expression on his face, his cheeks heating up a little. And then Mykal’s eyes widened when he caught sight of what Aspen was wearing. He knew for a fact  when Aspen had gone to bed he was wearing one of his sweaters. Now? Well… definitely  isn’t a sweater. 

It was a bright white lingerie outfit, his skin looked somehow… tanner against the bright white out of the outfit. It was lace, and if Mykal wasn’t mistaken, it’d been tailored to fit his chest–probably by Cameron, because he recognized it as one of the ones that Cameron had bought and carried out of the lingerie store–and the front of it was tied together with a bow, a slip of his lean abdomen peeking out between the sheer pieces of fabric that hung down from the top, and the hemline of it had lace. And around his hips was a pair of white panties that matched the lace perfectly–Mykal was certain that he was seeing an angel.

“I-I’m sorry Alpha, I didn’t think it’d hurt you!” Aspen said, covering the bottom half of his face. “You like it when I bite your arms.” It was true, Mykal did  like it. Too much for him to be waking up with a lap full of Aspen’s ass and the sting of a bite on his neck. 

“Ya gotta be careful, I’m not impervious to erections,” Mykal said, reaching up to brush at Aspen’s hair gently. Aspen’s eyes widened a little and he shifted back, settling his ass down firmly over Mykal’s erection. Mykal’s hips jerked up on instinct and Aspen moaned softly, his head falling back as his hair settled back over his shoulders, exposing his neck and bringing attention to his collarbone. 

“A-Alpha, please,” Aspen said, his breath hitching as he put his hand down on Mykal’s chest. “Can I have you now?” Aspen flushed as the words left his mouth but the determined excitement in his eyes made Mykal’s cock harden in his pants even more, somehow. Aspen whimpered and rubbed his ass against his cock. 

“Now?” Aspen nodded and bit into his lip. 

“I took all the toys, and I didn’t cry last time!” Aspen said, poking his bottom lip out in a pouty way. “I want you, so much,” His voice sounded so desperate as he said it, Mykal had been waiting so long, he was just waking up, and fuck  all he wanted was to be buried inside of Aspen. His hand slipped over Aspen’s lower back, feeling the sheer fabric bunch up beneath his hand as he pulled him down against his chest and captured his lips. Aspen let out a moan, sinking down into the kiss as his hands balled up in Mykal’s sleep shirt. 

The kiss grew steadily more heated as Mykal slipped his hands down and gripped into his ass, prompting Aspen to gasp and pull back from the kiss and suck in a deep breath, needy eyes dark with desire as he bit down into his lip and pulled at Mykal’s shirt shyly. Mykal leaned up and pulled his shirt over his chest, tossing it away from him before he reached over to his nightstand and pulled the lube out of it before capturing Aspen’s lips again. He opened the lube and put it on his fingers and warmed it between them as he tangled their tongues together. 

When Mykal’s fingers slipped into the back of Aspen’s panties and brushed over his hole, Aspen moaned into his mouth. Mykal smoothed his other hand up to Aspen’s hip, stilling his idly movements as he started teasing the rim of his hole with his lubricated fingers. He tried two of them against his rim, gently applying pressure. Mykal swallowed the moan that left Aspen’s mouth when his fingers slipped inside of his hole and tightened his grip on Aspen’s hip when he tried to grind himself down against him in desperation. Aspen’s hole was so warm and tight, trying to pull at his fingers and he couldn’t help but press his fingers inside of him and curled them, expertly finding Aspen’s prostate right off. 

Aspen tore his lips away from Mykal’s to let out a cry of pleasure, it echoed off his walls loud enough that he was sure everyone in the surrounding apartments heard it but he didn’t care. Not when Aspen was trembling on top of him, his fingers biting into his skin desperately as he tried to steady himself. He’d take the fucking noise complaints, fuck it. 

“Al-Alpha, pleasee,” Aspen pleaded, shuddering as Mykal continued massaging his prostate with his fingers. Mykal brushed a kiss to his cheek and worked a third finger inside of him. Aspen tensed briefly, his teeth biting down into his lip as his eyes widened. Mykal took his time though, working him through the initial sting of pain until Aspen was pleading in a soft needy voice, “I-I need you, please,” He whimpered, his eyes hooded as he looked up into Mykal’s eyes. 

“It’s not hurting?” Mykal asked, his cock twitching just at the mere idea of being inside of him. Aspen shook his head, his teeth biting down into his bottom lip again as Mykal rubbed his prostate again before pulling his fingers out of him. Aspen whined at the loss, and Mykal was suddenly hit with a wave of arousal at the needy, desperate look on Aspen’s face. “I can’t wait anymore,” Mykal groaned, gripping into Aspen’s hips and rolled him over onto his knees and tucked a pillow underneath his abdomen, pulling his legs apart. Aspen glanced back over his shoulder with a blush. 

“Nice n comfy?” Mykal asked softly, leaning down to run his nose along Aspen’s ear gently before he licked at it and Aspen shuddered, his eyes fluttering shut and a moan fell off his lips as he nodded his head. Mykal reached up and slipped his fingers into the waistband of the panties and pulled them down off of Aspen’s legs one at a time before running his eyes over his perfect ass hungrily. His hole was glistening with lube, light pink and twitching slightly, and it made Mykal’s breath catch in his throat. Mykal reached out for for the box of condoms on the bedside table and Aspen’s hand landed on his wrist.

“Y-You don’t have to,” Aspen whispered, a blush clinging to his cheeks as he buried his face in the bed. “I-I got tested before we started preparing… and I k-know you got tested because of the paperwork I saw when we made our contract,” Aspen’s words were muffled by the bed, but he turned his head to the side once it was over and looked up at him. “I-I want you,” He murmured shyly.  Fuck , Mykal mentally groaned as he nodded his head and stripped himself out of his pants and boxers in what had to be record breaking speeds. He’d always been so careful about protection in the past, but something about this just felt  different. Mykal quickly lubed himself up and pushed the head of his erection against Aspen’s rim.

The moment of truth. “Fuck!” Aspen gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as Mykal pushed the head of his cock inside of him. Mykal stilled, bending his body over Aspen’s back and peppering kisses over his shoulder gently. Aspen squirmed slightly, his hands gripping down into the sheets. “K-Keep.. ouchies!” Aspen tensed when his squirming led to Mykal slipping a little deeper inside of him.

“I know, princess,” Mykal murmured soothingly, smoothing one of his hands down Aspen’s side gently, holding still carefully so that he could adjust. Maybe I should’ve gone a size larger, given that he didn’t wear it to bed last night,  Mykal thought to himself as he gently pressed a kiss to the back of Aspen’s neck. Aspen let out a whimper, prying his eyes open to look up at Mykal over his shoulder.

“M-More,” Aspen stammered, his eyes widening a little bit as his hands reached down and wrapped around his thighs. “G-Give me more,” He sounded more confident as he said it, his eyes sparking with determination as his fingers dug into his thighs. Mykal nodded, his eyebrows drawing together in concentration as he worked another inch inside of Aspen. Mykal could see the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes one second, and then Aspen let out a moan and spread his legs a little farther apart, his body curving downwards as his hole clenched tightly around Mykal. “Mm-I-I’m cumm–!” He couldn’t finish it because he broke off with a loud sob as his body shuddered and he painted the blanket beneath him with cum. Mykal held still, holding onto him tightly. Fuck,  that might not be good… 

“A-Alpha, ple-please, more,” Aspen whined after a moment, his fingers digging into his thighs more as desperation seeped into his voice. “I-I need you, too much to stop, please, keep going,” Aspen rambled sweetly, his words slurring together slightly as he rocked his hips back against his hips slightly. Mykal groaned softly, pushing more of his cock into Aspen. It was so hard, so unbelievably painful to slowly work himself inside of Aspen. Well worth it, but hard . He wanted nothing more than to be buried in him to the hilt. 

“You’re so beautiful, look at ya,” Mykal said, pressing a kiss to Aspen’s temple. Mykal had never taken himself for someone who was capable of tenderness, but he must’ve been, because he was kneeing on his own bed rubbing soothing circles into the space between Aspen’s shoulder blades as he slowly worked himself inside of him. “So fucking perfect , baby, you’re so tight. Can ya feel how deep I am already?” 

“Y-Yes, nghh all–I want all of it,” He whimpered, gnawing on his bottom lip as he breathed through his nose. Mykal thrusted his hips just a little harder and let out a choked groan as he felt himself slip all the way inside of him, his eyes rolling back slightly at the heat enveloped him and he felt the rim of his hole twitching around the base of his erection. “A-Alpha,” Aspen squeaked, squirming around as his hand tried to move from his thigh to his cock before he tightened his grip on his thigh more. “M-May I touch myself? Please,” Aspen murmured, and Mykal ducked forward and brushed a kiss to his neck again.

Aspen rested his forehead down on the bed, moaning with each gentle rock of his hips. “No, precious boy,” Mykal hummed, smiling a bit. Mykal pulled back and grabbed into Aspen’s waist, pulling out of him slowly, teasingly, until only the head of his cock inside of him remained. And then he pushed back into him, languid movements to start out with, he knew better than to just start hammering away at him. “All ya need to worry about is relaxing, precious,” Mykal said gently, “I’ll take care of everything else.” Aspen moaned and nodded his head. 

Mykal smirked a little and grinded his hips, purposefully applying pressure onto Aspen’s prostate. “O-Oh-Ooh, kee–keep doing that…” Aspen moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head as tremors traveled the length of his body. Mykal smirked a little and tightened his grip around Aspen’s waist and kept grinding into him deeper and harder. Aspen trembled, his chest sinking down into the bed as he let out loud moans, using the bed to somewhat muffle them. “F-Fuck me, Alpha, ple-please, I-I need you,” Aspen rambled out desperately, his words slurring together as his nails bit into his thighs.

“Ya sure know how to tug at a man’s heartstrings, princess,” Mykal said, pulling back and thrusting into him a bit harder, angling his hips towards his prostate and the noise that left Aspen’s mouth sounded somewhere between a moan and a cry. Mykal groaned and gritted his teeth as he felt pleasure simmering in his veins. Aspen felt so fucking good around him, he almost couldn’t breathe.

“More, I want more,” Aspen begged, all shyness fleeing him in the midst of passion. Mykal couldn’t help but smirk and strengthen his thrusts, one of his hands going from Aspen’s waist to slide up to his chest, slipping under the babydoll lingerie he was wearing and to his nipple, where he tugged at it as he angled his hips again and–“F-Fuck, Fuck,” Aspen moaned, gripping into one of the pillows above him and pulling it down to his face, where he buried his face in it. 

“Is that it, baby? Right there?” Mykal did it again, holding his hips in place, and Aspen’s entire body broke out into shivers as he curled his arms around the pillow, nodded his head desperately and let out a pleading moan. Mykal couldn’t hold it anymore. He sped up his thrusts more, his hand squeezing around Aspen’s hip as he tugged and pinched at his nipples.

“Y-Yes, Alpha, pl-please, there, f-feels… so good,” Aspen moaned, his arms gripping tighter around the pillow as Mykal moved harder and faster, keeping his hips angled so that every thrust was hitting his prostate.  Aspen pressed his face back into the pillow, muffling his noises again as his face heated up. Mykal knew him muffling his noises was probably for the better, but he was too horny to think logically at this point–he needed  to hear him. 

Mykal’s fingers tangled into Aspen’s hair and urged his head up away from the pillow, thrusting into him harder. Aspen let out a wail of pleasure as the positioning was changed, and his hand smacked up over his mouth.

“I want to hear every noise that comes out of your mouth,” Mykal growled, biting down into his shoulder. Aspen moaned loudly, his hand falling from his face and gripped down into the pillow once more, nodding his head. “Every sound ya make is for me, it’s mine.” Mykal punctuated the statement with a hard thrust, possessiveness washing over him. Aspen nodded his head, excitement sparking in his eyes. “ You’re mine.“ 

“F-Fuck, yes, yours–” Aspen whined, “All yours, please,” Mykal couldn’t help biting down into him again, he wanted to see him covered in his bite marks. He wanted his pretty little princess to wear his marks, to see him blush when someone points one out or even just for his own peace of mind. Aspen rested his body against his elbows, curving his back as he let out a groan and his hips jerked forward against the pillow under his abdomen. 

“So good, you’re such a good boy,” Mykal groaned, settling his hands on the small of Aspen’s back and ran his hands up his spine, pulling the flimsy see-through fabric with them before he gripped into Aspen’s shoulders, and thumbed at his muscles gently as he thrusted inside of him. “So good for your Alpha, baby boy,” Aspen whimpered, pride filling his slightly teary eyes. 

“Wanna… Wanna be good f-for you,” Aspen slurred, moaning and pushing his hips back slightly into the thrusts. Mykal’s hands found their way back to Aspen’s hips, his fingering curling around bone and flesh as if they were two pieces carved to fit together. It was intoxicating, Mykal couldn’t think about anything other than Aspen. The way he felt around him, the noises falling off his lips, the utter desperation in his voice, his scent–It felt so good, everything was a haze, all he wanted was to be closer.

“Ya are, oh fuck, you’re so beautiful, Aspen,” Mykal groaned, nuzzling into Aspen’s neck gently as he draped his body over his back. “You feel good, princess?” He murmured into Aspen’s ear before kissing the nape of his neck. A stuttered moan fell off Aspen’s lips, a jumbled and incoherent string of words falling out of his mouth in response.

“S-S-So good, Alpha,” Aspen managed to get out around his moans. Mykal had set the pace already, so he just maintained it, steady, hard, his knees holding Aspen’s spread as his eyes watched his erection push into him, only to watch it pull out a second later. It was driving him mad, the way Aspen seemed to take him as if he were meant to take him. He knew logically it’d taken them weeks to be able to get there, that wasn’t the case, but to his lust addled mind that just didn’t matter. “F-Fuckk, A-Alpha, more,” Aspen pleaded, his words slurring together as he shuddered and absently rocked his hips into the pillow. 

“Kitten, be still,” Mykal groaned, resting his chin on Aspen’s shoulder as he fucked him a little harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing around him–the only thing louder was Aspen, who was pleading and moaning, desperately clinging onto the sheets and tried to rock his body but he couldn’t. Mykal’s hands were holding him, keeping his hips in the right spot so that he could fuck him at the right angle–which kind of worked on two levels, but he was too horny to contemplate geometric figures. 

Mykal pushed into him hard and ground into him deep, holding Aspen down on his cock for a minute before repeating the action again. Aspen gasped and writhed on the bed, his eyes rolling back into his head. Mykal palmed the dip between his shoulders and held him still, hammering into his prostate relentlessly. All Mykal could focus on was the pleasure–the intensity, washing over him like a typhoon, pulling him closer and closer to his orgasm. Luck was in his favor, however, because Aspen suddenly convulsed in his arms, a loud scream echoing off the walls of his apartment obscenely, his hole clenching down around Mykal as he lost himself to an orgasm. 

It didn’t really take him any time at all to finish after that, not with Aspen’s hole clenching around him, and the sweet, honeyed pleas falling off his lips. Mykal quickly found himself biting down into the nape of Aspen’s neck, stifling his growl against Aspen’s neck as Mykal buried himself deeper inside of Aspen and came. Aspen let out a moan, his body twitching as Mykal moved his hips just enough to work himself through his orgasm and then pulled out of him, wrapping his arms around Aspen’s waist and rolled them over away from Aspen’s cum. 

“Alphaaaaaaa,” Aspen sighed, his pretty dazed green eyes fluttering closed. Mykal couldn’t fight the shit-eating grin off his face as he nosed at his ear. He pulled away from Aspen’s ear and ran his eyes over the back of Aspen’s neck and sighed softly. I hope that didn’t hurt, Mykal thought, pressing a kiss to the already bruising bite mark on the nape of Aspen’s neck. He just wanted to hold him for a minute before starting his aftercare, the moment felt so comfortable, he wasn’t ready to pull himself away from holding him just yet.

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M Y K A L

A day and a half later, Aspen had moved in with him. It was admittedly quick considering their ages– but  it wasn’t uncommon in BDSM relationships for submissives to live with their dominants once they signed a contract. Albeit, their contract was under construction still as they worked through training Aspen, but it was still the same thing–only being updated every four weeks. Mykal had enough money thanks to his cam shows that he could support them both easily, and he had money set aside for when he graduated. A good deal of it. 

He was rather thrifty, so he had learned to save money whenever he could, and thanks to his father paying his rent and bills, he didn’t really have much else to worry about. He wasn’t rolling in dough like Cameron, or even Ezra, who’s stream had gained over a million views and he didn’t even want to know how much profit came from it–but he was comfortable. Aspen being there was comfortable. 

Aspen was like a never dying candle, lighting up the dark corners of his lonely apartment and somehow managing to make it feel a little less… temporary. He was already planning out what to do about the end of the year when his lease would expire. He’d been looking at places he could reasonably afford on his own, and he was looking for a place with three bedrooms–so he could have his bedroom, the filming room, and then their playroom. He wanted to keep their playroom private, it wasn’t for anything that he wanted to share with the masses, it was for his  time with Aspen, so the two rooms couldn’t be synonymous. He was not about to share the personal things with his cam-show viewers. Things like this–the soft moments. 

Mykal’s eyes darted down to look over Aspen, who looked quite adorable laying with his head in Mykal’s lap. He was wearing–as usual, Aspen hates pants–one of Mykal’s sweaters. It was such a familiar sight that it made Mykal’s heart feel light in his chest. But, that wasn’t it. His hair was carefully styled with a set of rather pricey kitten play ears snapped into place on either side of his head. Around his neck was a kitten play collar Mykal had bought him, a little bell hanging off of it, and he had a tail plug in, peeking out from beneath the hem of the sweater. In other words, he looked good enough to have his undivided attention. Indefinitely. 

Aspen noticed him looking at him and squeaked, rolling over and burying his face in Mykal’s stomach. “Aw, don’t hide your pretty face from me, Kitten,” Mykal said, prompting Aspen to blush and peek up at him as he brushed his hair out of his eyes. “Well doncha just look adorable,” Mykal cooed, his fingers scratching behind the clip in ears carefully. Aspen purred quietly, curling up into a ball beside Mykal as he scratched at his head. The ears were supposed to be super secure, but given they were connected by clips, Mykal had no idea how credible that claim was. 

Mykal had let Aspen pick out his ears and tail set, and to his surprise, Aspen had gone for the very one he’d thought would match his hair nicely. The ears looked almost real and because there wasn’t a band it looked even more realistic but, the tail–well, it was a plug, so it was less of an easy sell, but it was cute, so that was all that really mattered to him. 

“Mmmmm…” Aspen moaned as he rolled over onto his hands and knees and stretched, poking his ass up into the air for a moment before he shifted closer to Mykal, laying with his back to him but his head was lying on his lap again. Aspen’s attention was captured by the sound of a bell moving, and his head popped up and one of his hands reached out, grabbing for his little bell toy. He brought it over in front of him and started rolling it around absently, giggling quietly. 

Mykal smiled fondly and ran his fingers along Aspen’s cheek gently, taking in the light in his eyes–that warm look he’d come to recognize as happiness–and the burning curiosity that always sparked in his eyes when he was unbothered. His expression was always so open and filled with trust that it made something inside of Mykal spark. He’d never taken the time to really think about it, but it made him feel especially comfortable to have Aspen’s trust, unwavering and indefinite. He’d never do a thing to break that trust.

“You’re bein’ such a good little kitty,” Mykal said, scratching behind his ear again. Aspen whimpered, widening his eyes at he peered over his shoulder at him. “Does my pretty kitty want somethin’?” Mykal asked playfully, and Aspen nodded his head against his stomach. Mykal couldn’t keep the little smile off his face as he sat up and rolled Aspen over onto his stomach. Aspen immediately pulled himself up onto his knees and whimpered.

“P-Please Alpha,” Aspen whined as Mykal ran his finger along the rim of his hole before lightly tapping on the base of the plug. Aspen purred in response, pushing back against Mykal’s hand with a desperate motion. Mykal tugged at the plug a bit, drawing a choked moan from Aspen’s mouth as the base of the toy tugged at his entrance. 

“You’re such a needy little kitten, aren’t ya?” Mykal asked teasingly, gripping the base and pulling pulling on it until the thickest part of the plug was stretching Aspen’s rim. Aspen let out a needy whine as he stilled, his eyes running hungrily over Aspen’s ass. He held it there as Aspen whined and trembled below him, and holy shit he was pretty sure he was going to lose his mind. Lube was dripping out around the plug, and Aspen was letting out the sweetest, neediest little noises that made arousal bite at the corners of his mind and his cock throb in his pants. Mykal slowly pulled the plug the rest of the way out of him before he pushed his pants down around his thighs and slipped inside of him. 

Aspen mewled loudly, arching his hips up as his hands pawed at the blankets on the bed, squirming around as Mykal gave him a moment to adjust to the change in depth and girth. Once Aspen was rocking his hips back, Mykal started thrusting in and out of him slowly, working his pace up slowly until Aspen was a trembling moaning mess beneath him.

Aspen didn’t really need it hard or rough, he just wanted it deep, and that made things much easier for Mykal admittedly. He could hold himself back for hours, simply enjoy watching his beautiful little lover fall to pieces underneath him. Mykal loved  taking it slow, writing all of his reactions and sounds to memory, he wanted these memories engrained in him like hieroglyphics carved into stone. His fingers roamed over the exposed skin of Aspen’s lower back, bunching the sweater he was wearing up a little so that it was around his waist, before he gripped into it and put a little more force behind his thrusts.

“A-Ah… Alpha, pl-please,” Aspen moaned, “I wanna… I wanna cum,” He pleaded, making Mykal chuckle–it was breathless at best, merely a huff he hoped sounded  like a chuckle. 

“So soon, Kitty?” Mykal asked teasingly, and Aspen bit down into his lip and nodded his head, his eyes widening a little. “Not yet, precious–when Alpha tells you you can.” Mykal said, and Aspen whined as if he’d just heard a tragedy, the theatrical side of his personality slipping out a bit. 

“N-No? N-Not yet?” He whimpered, and Mykal nodded, thrusting into him hard enough to make his eyes roll back and a mewl to fall off of his lips. Aspen squirmed around, pushing back into the thrusts desperately, his back arching and his body tensing. 

“Not yet,” Mykal reaffirmed as he reached his hand down and curled it around Aspen’s erection, squeezing it tightly to stave off his orgasm. Aspen let out a moan, his hips twitching somehow both down towards Mykal’s hand and away from it at the same time. Mykal put his other hand on Aspen’s lower back and held him still and sped up his thrusts more, making Aspen spasm in his arms, precum leaking out of Aspen’s cock and down onto the blankets beneath them. 

Mykal pinned him down, his chest and Aspen’s back, arms holding onto him tightly so that Aspen wouldn’t go flying up into the wall. Each thrust made shivers wrack Aspen’s body, and Mykal couldn’t help but increase the strength behind the thrusts. 

“A-All-Allphaa, I-I can’t… I can’t hold it, please, please, lemme cum, please,” Aspen pleaded, his words slurring together but still so beautiful. Everything about him is beautiful. He wanted to hold him like this, right on the brink until he couldn’t take it anymore. But he already looked like he was on the brink of not being able to take anymore–his eyes were watery and wide, and so full of passion and desire that Mykal was pretty sure he’d get burned. But, he’d always liked to play with fire.

“Who’s my good little kitty?” Mykal purred, beginning to slowly jerk him off in time with his thrusts. Aspen mewled and rocked his hips back against his hand desperately, tugging on the blankets and sheets with desperation.

“M-ME! I-I am, p-ple-pleaseeee!” Aspen pleaded, his hand gripping into Mykal’s wrist, his fingernails digging into his wrist hard enough to leave scratches. Mykal cursed, leaning down to bite into his shoulder roughly as he thrusted harder into him. He was so tight, and his hole kept clenching around him, he could barely fucking think with the helpless little moans falling off of Aspen’s tongue.

“Cum for me, Kitten, you’ve done so well,” Mykal praised him, grinding his cock against Aspen’s prostate. Each movement brought a noise from Aspen’s mouth, steadily growing louder and louder. He didn’t even try to contain his noises, squirming around and pawing at the sheets with desperation. Mykal couldn’t have cared less  about the noises–the whole damn apartment building could–and definitely should  know that Aspen is his. And then he let out a scream, his body trembling as he gripped tighter onto Mykal’s arm, nails digging roughly into his skin, and Mykal tensed as Aspen’s hole clenched around his cock. 

The scratches on his wrist stung, but it sent pleasured pain straight through him, and he buried himself deeper inside of Aspen, a beautiful echoing moan falling off of Aspen’s tongue as Mykal lost himself to an orgasm a half second later. He was gentle as he rode out his orgasm before pulling out, peppering little kisses along Aspen’s shoulder. 

“Pretty,” Aspen murmured as his body sank down onto the bed and he twitched when his cock hit the blanket before he settled and curled in on himself. Mykal smiled a little and laid back against the bed for a second, letting his heart slow down, before he got up and carried Aspen into the bathroom for a shower.

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Mykal smiled as his eyes ran over the sketchbook in front of him, taking in the sight of the freshly drawn picture of Aspen, who had been sleeping on the couch. He’d fallen asleep watching cartoons, something Mykal found helplessly adorable, and he’d ended up in the cutest pose that Mykal had ever seen. He was laying, sprawled out on the couch with one of his ankles tucked between one of his knees, one of his arms resting on the couch above his head while the other rested over his upper abdomen, the sweater he was wearing was pulled up a little, exposing his lean abdomen and Mykal had to draw it. 

To his delight, Aspen stayed perfectly still for three hours straight, which was long enough for him to have written the sight to memory, and as long as he finished it within twenty-four hours, he’d be fine–but he’d barely needed six. When Aspen had eventually stirred after his three-hour nap, he’d peeked over the back of the couch and had inquired over what he was doing. Mykal had jumped–Aspen was really  quiet when he moved. 

He seemed to glide across the floor silently as if he weren’t even moving his feet at all. He had popped up in the bathroom while he was showering and literally scared the piss out of him. He seemed wholly unaware of him doing it as well. Mykal didn’t really mind, but he did decide to start looking into a permanent collar– one with a goddamn bell on it –so that Aspen couldn’t sneak up on him anymore. He was more worried that one day, Aspen would catch him really off guard and end up getting punched or something, because his fight instincts when he was scared kicked on like he thought he was John Cena or something. 

It was annoying–especially because every time Aspen snuck up on him, he genuinely worried about hurting him. But, he always had an inkling in the back of his mind–there were traces of Aspen all over his apartment already. Little things, like a hand-me-down bookshelf with novels on it, and even smaller things like his toothbrush and hairbrush. Also, he had way more  hair care products than Cameron. Aspen has like six bottles of cologne–but he still is wearing Mykal’s watered-down cologne. It was endearing to say the least, and Mykal liked being able to smell himself on Aspen. 

Other people noticed it too–Cameron commented on it, and so did a few people in their Intro-to-Graphic Design class. It was nice because everyone just assumed that they were dating when they smelled it, and Aspen always beamed when someone mentioned it. It made Mykal feel happy to see him so excited. Hell, he was making him  excited. He was getting up every day, actually wanting  to do things. Wanting to go to class, and not just make himself. Wanting to go to the gym, and not just because he had  to keep up his appearance so he could keep camming. Wanted to draw again, after six years of no desire at all to touch a pencil. He didn’t feel drained, or bored all the time. Instead, he was left with happiness. A lot of it. 

Every time Aspen kneeled at his feet and rested his head on his thigh, or made his lunches because he didn’t like the menu options offered by the college that day, or the way Aspen had sort of became his alarm clock. Every day now, he was waking up with a lap full of him, and it was undeniably the best way to wake up. Nothing better to start the day off than a good fuck session, and the more they had sex, the easier it was for Aspen so it was a win-win. 

Despite having little pain tolerance to penetration, he loved  being bitten– hard . He wanted definite marks left behind, and Mykal kind of loved  it too. Seeing them littering his neck, shoulders, and thighs made Mykal rock hard, especially when Aspen ran his fingers over them in class with a little smile on his face. He was so pretty doing everything, and Mykal couldn’t help following him with his eyes whenever he was in eyesight, and more often than not he found himself sketching while he did it. Aspen flowed like water, his movements somehow always managed to look elegant and graceful, and Mykal was striving to have a drawing of him in every absentminded pose that subtly showed off his beauty. 

Mykal’s eyes shot over to his computer, and he looked at it for a minute before opening it up and set to work looking for a collar for Aspen. It needed to be perfect, something he’d absolutely love. He looked for a long time until he found it–it was perfect. 

It had black layered lace, with a deep green velvet band that wrapped around the black lace with a small silver bell on it. It had a silver o-ring on it, that was just big enough for a finger to slip through it, and it had a little tag on it with a customizable tag that had a small emerald embedded into it, and Mykal could practically see it wrapped around Aspen’s neck. He didn’t hesitate to buy it. 

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The front door of Mykal’s apartment opened, and Mykal looked up to see Aspen walking into the apartment with a bright smile on his face. Mykal smiled a little, looking over him curiously as Aspen’s eyes met his. “Alpha!” Aspen cried, speeding over to him and dropping himself down in Mykal’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. “I missed you!” 

“I missed ya too, Kitten. How was the exam?” Mykal asked, running his nose along Aspen’s cheek softly. Aspen giggled and nodded his head, nuzzling into his face a little playfully. 

“It was super easy because I studied a bunch before taking it!” Aspen said, pressing a kiss to Mykal’s cheek. “I finished early, and then had to just sit there for twenty minutes. I seriously thought that it’d never end. It was like purgatory! I couldn’t play on my phone, either!” Aspen sounded exasperated, one of his arms was waving around wildly before he blushed and stilled his arm. 

“Purgatory huh?” Mykal asked, raising an eyebrow. Aspen giggled and nodded, resting his head down on Mykal’s bare shoulder. Mykal wrapped his arms around Aspen’s waist and squeezed him a little, laughing a bit. “Well, at least ya probably did good, right?” Aspen nodded and shifted in his arms until he was sitting on Mykal’s knees with his legs on either side of Mykal’s, his arms looping around his neck. 

“It’s all because you helped me study, Alpha,” Aspen said, his eyelashes fluttering a little bit as Mykal ran his fingers along the insides of Aspen’s thighs teasingly. Aspen shivered and let out a little moan, shifting forward so that he was resting on Mykal’s thighs instead, tightening the grip around Mykal’s neck. “A-Alpha,” Aspen whimpered, and Mykal chuckled.

“Are ya feeling playful, Kitty?” Mykal asked playfully, watching as Aspen’s eyes darkened a little bit and he nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “Aren’t ya cute, hmm?” Mykal teased, gripping into his thighs. Aspen whimpered and nodded again, his thighs parting more as he tried to press himself against Mykal’s abdomen. Mykal smirked a little and smoothed his hands up Aspen’s legs and around to his ass, gripping into it.

“P-Please, A-Alpha,” Aspen gasped, grinding his hips forward into Mykal’s abdomen. His eyes darkened and he let out a breathy gasp, his head tipping back as his hips moved faster. “W-Wanna…” Aspen whimpered, leaning forward to rest himself down on Mykal’s chest.

“Wanna what, Princess? Ya wanna cum for me, baby?” Mykal asked, and Aspen whimpered, his face flushing as he nodded his head desperately. “Look at ya, all worked up and I’m not even touching your skin,” Mykal teased, slipping his hand up to lightly ghost his finger along the waistband of his jeans. Aspen whimpered, his teeth biting down into his lip as his breathing sped up a little. 

“I-It’s… It’s cause,” He broke off with a breathless moan as Mykal teasingly ran his fingers along the small of his back. Aspen broke out into shivers, his hips pushing forward into his abdomen again. 

“It’s because what, sweetheart?” Mykal asked, watching as Aspen’s eyebrows drew together. He looked so cute, all wrapped up in pleasure. Mykal smirked a little as he brought his hand up Aspen’s side beneath his sweater, brushing his nipple with this thumb a little as his other hand started to lightly run along his hip beneath the sweater. Aspen sucked in a deep breath and looked up at him pleadingly. 

“Y-You’re to-touching me li-like this,” Aspen stammered, his breath catching in his throat as Mykal smirked a little. Mykal latched his fingers onto Aspen’s nipple, pinching it and twisting it just enough to make Aspen’s eyes roll back and his hips jerked forward and he shuddered, a moan falling off his lips and echoing around the room. 

“You’re so easy, baby,” Mykal teased, tugging on his nipple more and Aspen moaned softly, his arms tightening around Mykal’s neck as he trembled slightly and his hips ground down into his abdomen and tensed. “Do you feel good, kitten?” Aspen whimpered and nodded, his hips rocking idly into Mykal’s abdomen. Mykal’s fingers dipped into the waistband of Aspen’s jeans, his fingers running over the swell of his ass as he brought his hand down and dug his fingers into Aspen’s ass, his fingers brushing against his twitching hole as he gripped into his ass cheek dangerously close to his hole. 

Multiple things happened all at once, then. “Y-Yes, yess,” Aspen choked out a moan, his entire body tensing before he broke out into tremours and his fingernails bit down into the back of Mykal’s shoulders and his hips pressed firmly against his abdomen as he rubbed himself against it–and Mykal sucked in a deep breath, lust slamming into him with the weight of a wrecking ball as Aspen sank down on top of him and he felt the slightly damp spot pressing against his abdomen. Fuck . 

Aspen was sensitive as hell, and Mykal wanted to ravish him. 

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The collar came in the mail. Mykal got the notification when he was in class that it was in his mailbox, and he found himself walking with a little extra pep in his step as he walked down the hallway of his apartment clutching the box in his hand excitedly. Mykal laughed a little and opened the door of his apartment and walked inside, being graced with the sight of Aspen kneeling down by the front door with an excited smile on his face. 

“You’re early.” It popped out of Mykal’s mouth before he could help it, but he found himself smiling even bigger. “Well, I’m glad you’re here. I gotcha somethin’.” Mykal said, kicking his front door shut and stepping forward, putting his hand on Aspen’s chin, and tipping his head back. “Aren’t ya a pretty sight to come home to?” Mykal teased and Aspen blushed.

“I-I missed you, Alpha, and my class let out early so I had someone from class bring me home so that I could wait on you,” Aspen said, looking up into Mykal’s eyes with a bright light in them. “That’s okay, right?” Mykal nodded. 

“Of course,” Mykal murmured, smiling a little. He liked that Aspen was growing more comfortable with his apartment being home. He was always ‘comfortable’ but, he seemed to be turning it into his own home as well. Aspen almost seemed at first to be afraid of getting into drawers or closets–Mykal could understand that to some degree, he wouldn’t want just anyone messing around in his shit, but Aspen was… well Aspen. He wanted Aspen to feel comfortable in every corner of his home. 

Aspen was so important to him, he had no idea how to vocalize it to him though–he had never been entirely open about his personal feelings with anyone when regarding emotions. He’d even kept a significant amount of emotional turmoil from Cameron and Ezra, so he had no clue what to say to Aspen about what he felt. And he wasn’t even sure what  he felt. 

He knew that Aspen was always on his mind, that he had entangled himself in Aspen so freely and willingly he’d not even realized it. He knew above all that the best moments of his days were mornings and just before bed when Aspen was sleepily clinging onto him and his voice was slightly deepened from drowsiness. He liked the time they spent together–training, hanging out, watching television or studying, he didn’t really care what they did realistically. He would probably even drag himself out to a bar if Aspen were to ask him to–though that seemed like an improbability, honestly. Aspen repelled people more than him, so that wasn’t really something he had to worry about. 

“What’s in the box?” Aspen asked curiously, his eyes narrowing in on it suddenly. Mykal smiled again and kneeled in front of him.

“You’ll find out in a minute, move to the carpet, your knees are gonna get bruised.” Mykal said, and Aspen nodded his head and stood up, walking a step behind Mykal as he led him over to the carpet. Aspen dropped down to his knees in front of him, looking up at him curiously, his eyes shining brightly under the flourescent lights. Mykal opened the box and reached into it and pulled out the collar, and paused for a moment before turning to Aspen. He smiled a little and got down on the floor in front of him. “I got ya this,” Mykal said.

“My first collar?!” Aspen squeaked, his eyes brightening. Mykal nodded and smiled a little.

“I want ya to wear it unless ya have permission not to, okay?” Mykal said and Aspen nodded his head and giggled a little. “We can talk about the specifics of when you’ll have permission not to later tonight, so be thinkin’ about if ya have anywhere ya don’t feel comfortable wearin’ it. Really think about it, cause I want ya to be comfortable, alright?” Aspen giggled and nodded his head. Mykal smiled and clasped it around his neck and slipped the lock into place before turning the key and locking it. 

“A-Alpha?” Aspen whispered, and Mykal hummed quietly in question as he leaned back away from him once the collar was secured and in place. “I-Is it okay if I don’t want to take it off?” He asked, blinking up at him innocently.

“I don’t think there’s a right answer to that question,” Mykal said, looking down at him. “If ya don’t want to take it off, ya never really have to–unless you’re bathing, because I don’t want ya to not get clean, kay?” Mykal said, and Aspen nodded and smiled.

“Does that mean you’ll have to shower me every time? Yannooo… because I don’t have the key?” Aspen asked innocently, blinking up at him with his eyes wide. Mykal smirked a little. 

“Ya keep my house clean, so I’ll make sure to keep ya clean,” Mykal wrapped his arm around Aspen’s waist, pulling him closer to him. “Sound like a deal?” Mykal teased, and Aspen giggled and nodded his head, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips shyly, pulling back with a blush. Mykal grabbed him and crashed their lips back together, pouring his emotions into the kiss, hoping to show  him rather than tell him how he felt–because the only thing he really knew for sure was that he never wanted Aspen to leave his side.

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Mykal and Aspen’s life had settled down a lot over the next two and a half years. Mykal had graduated college and got a job working at William’s business, 5th Dimension , and he was making a steady income. Mykal let his lease run out and then he moved into an apartment a couple of blocks down the road from his old apartment–Ezra had offered to let him use it while he finished getting his degree. Mykal was grateful, the apartment was a lot nicer than anything he was looking at and it was in a pretty good location. Only a fifteen-minute commute to the college and a forty-five-minute commute to 5th Dimension(but that was mainly because of rush hour traffic). They were settled into their relationship and everything was nice .

Mykal’s work ended two and a half hours after Aspen’s last class, so he often found himself coming home to him kneeling by the door. He still refused to wear pants at home, and would whine if he had to go somewhere– but he’d come out of his shell a fair bit. He hung out with Cameron a lot because Mykal and William worked together. Ezra was around too–he just was more preoccupied with filming his videos with Declan. 

Ezra and Declan had sort of started making a name for themselves in the porn industry–which honestly, Mykal couldn’t be mad about. Ezra was doing what he loved, and he was doing it exclusively with Declan so he figured all is well that ends well. He’d been skeptical about their relationship at first because he didn’t really know how to feel about Ezra being with his teacher. Ezra had been taken advantage of too many times for him to just blindly accept it–but Declan had really impressed him. Ezra was always dragging him along on crazy trips and Declan was always reigning in his antics while still allowing him to be himself and support his insanity.

Cameron was modeling full time, but he only worked with William’s company so that he could still go to school and master in computer science. He still did his cam shows, but he was a lot busier so they’d admittedly taken the backseat. Mykal couldn’t blame him for that, his modeling career was more profitable, and graduating with a Computer Science degree seemed important to Cameron. Mykal and Aspen had gone out to eat with them a few times after work and William always footed the bill for them all. When Ezra was in town, he and Declan joined them, and then Ezra was the one waving his wallet around. 

Ezra’s mom had called him a few times asking how Ezra was doing–Mykal had felt bad for her, but he’d given her a vague ‘he’s fine’ and hung up on her. Ezra made the choice to separate from his family and it wasn’t his place to disclose his personal information to them given he’d made it obvious that he didn’t want anything to do with them anymore. 

Mykal… well, Aspen encouraged him to actually talk to his dad after the lease on their apartment ended and they’d… reconciled  if you could really call that considering most of it was accidental. His father had actually apologized to him. Nothing he said had really made anything easier, claiming that he and his mom were just awkward and didn’t really know what to say to him. When he stopped being agreeable and doing what they said, they didn’t know how to handle it so instead of doing anything about it they just thought ‘he wants no part of this’ and that was it. It didn’t really make him feel better– but  his father and mother had actually accepted him being with Aspen, and they’d even had dinner at his parents house on thanksgiving the previous year and his parents had asked if he wanted to come back this year too. He wasn’t sure yet, but it was an option. He wasn’t over the past yet, because while they’d excused and apologized for their behavior, he still had years of bad memories that he had to work through. 

Aspen and his father were on speaking terms, but he refused to go to his familial home. Once he had his belongings out of it, even Mykal offering to go hadn’t made him more comfortable with going. Mykal had dropped it, he wasn’t about to force  him to go somewhere he didn’t want to go and because Aspen didn’t talk about(and claimed not to remember)why he hated his home and, more specifically why he was afraid of his brother. Mykal suggested that he should consider therapy for his anxiety, which he had done, and Mykal hoped that the matter would come up during his therapy sessions. He didn’t particularly care if Aspen ever told him what happened, but he wanted Aspen to deal with it so that he could heal from it. Granted, it wasn’t much of a problem, but if it was repressed memories, they could come rushing back to him suddenly and Mykal didn’t want him to feel as if he had no one to confide in if that happened. 

It was probably better he didn’t know what happened. He was protective of Aspen, and he already hated Jonah just merely because of the odd  circumstances surrounding Aspen and his relationship. Aspen having been drugged and pushed or fallen down the stairs and Jonah being involved was already questionable. And Jonah having been sent away for drugging Aspen led Mykal to believe there was some foundation behind their concerns he didn’t know. But he wouldn’t push Aspen. If he didn’t remember it, there was a reason, and if he just didn’t want to talk about it, Mykal could accept that.

Mykal sighed deeply as he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex and pulled into his parking spot, catching sight of Aspen’s car in the spot beside his. Thank fuck , Mykal sighed, rubbing his temples as he rested his head against his steering wheel. He was so tired, all he wanted to do is hold Aspen. He got out of his car and hit the button to lock the doors before he walked into the building and stopped by the mailboxes and grabbed the mail. A box was in it and it had ‘have fun ;P - E.D.’  Fucking Ezra,  Mykal thought with a chuckle before he headed up to his apartment and unlocked the door. 

“Welcome home, Alpha.” Aspen said softly, his head tilted up so that Mykal was looking into his eyes. Mykal quickly sat the box down on the table by the door and threw his keys into the bowl by the door.

“It’s good to be home,” Mykal said, stepping forward and carding his fingers through Aspen’s hair. “Were ya a good boy today?” Mykal asked, and Aspen nodded and sighed, pushing his head up into his hand with a quiet purr. Mykal smiled and let his eyes slip closed for a moment. Home. It was a relief. He had paperwork out the ass at work, all the damn time. He just needed some Aspen time.

“I made dinner, it’s waiting for you on the table,” Aspen said, smiling. “It’s still warm so you should hurry!” Aspen suggested and Mykal nodded and leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

“Thank ya, baby. I’ll go eat.” Mykal said, and Aspen giggled and blushed, hiding his face behind his hair a little bit as he peeked up at him. Mykal smiled and motioned for Aspen to rise before turning to the kitchen. Aspen stood up, he heard the telltale sound of his collar jingling and Mykal sat down at the table and dug into his food happily. 

“Alpha?” Aspen called, and Mykal called back a huh, and then there was a moment of silence. “What’s this in the box?” Aspen asked, and Mykal shrugged before realizing that he couldn’t actually see him.

“I don’t know, Ezra sent it. Open it,” Mykal called to him. Aspen’s reply was muffled and then he went silent for a few minutes before Aspen squeaked and he heard clattering. “Oi, what’s that? Are ya okay?” Mykal asked, going to stand up before Aspen peeked out from around the corner of the kitchen doorway. 

“Alpha, what is this?” Aspen asked curiously, holding up a box. Mykal’s eyes widened a bit and he choked on his bite of Spaghetti Carbonara. Ezra sent him a fucking stroker. But it clearly had a picture that was very suggestive on it, so even if he couldn’t read the language on the box, he should’ve been able to make deductions. But he was seemingly oblivious to implications. 

“It’s a sex toy, Ezra must’ve bought it and thought it’d be hilarious to send it to us,” Mykal said, rolling his eyes. Aspen walked farther into the kitchen and tilted his head as he ran his eyes over the box in curiosity. 

“What… is it… for ?” He asked, trying to read over the language on the box. Mykal would have to google what language it was written in later–he couldn’t read the damn thing either. But, it had a pretty telling image on the front of it. He couldn’t really tell by looking whether it was supposed to be a fleshlight or just a stroker.

“Masturbation?” Mykal asked, pointing to the box. Aspen’s eyes narrowed in on the image and his face heated up and his eyes widened a little, curiosity deepening on his face. He looked as if he were trying to see past the box and determine it’s use. Mykal couldn’t help but smile a little and push himself away from the table and turn to face him. “Ya wanna try it?” Mykal asked, and Aspen’s eyes fluttered over to him shyly as his face heated up more. 

“C-Can I?” He asked, his eyes widening a little. Mykal nodded. 

“Grab the lube an comere,” Mykal said, stuffing a bite of food into his mouth. Aspen hadn’t ever topped before. Mykal actually wasn’t opposed to it, but Aspen said it felt weird for him to be on top of him. Mykal didn’t really bottom, but he wanted to ensure Aspen was also fulfilled as well, and it wasn’t like he’d never bottomed, and it didn’t feel bad either. But Mykal wasn’t really broken up about Aspen preferring to bottom, he had a nice ass, and no one could ever complain about having someone so pretty begging you to fuck them. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what Aspen, who could cum from rubbing against a pillow on the floor, would look like while having his dick buried in something. 

Aspen made his way back into the kitchen and walked over to Mykal, who pushed his plate of food out of the way with little intention of actually finishing it as he lifted Aspen by his waist and sat him down on the table in front of him. Aspen squeaked and settled, his face heating up a little. Mykal plucked the box with the toy in it out of Aspen’s hand gently and pulled up the tape on the box so he could open it. 

“This is a stroker,” Mykal said, reaching into the box and pulling it out, showing it to Aspen. Aspen’s face deepened in color as his eyes widened in fascinated horror as his hand reached out and cautiously ran his fingers over it. “Do ya wanna try it?” Mykal asked, and Aspen’s eyes widened more as Mykal’s hand pulled away from it.

“Y-You wanna put th-that up m-my b-butt? “ He sounded so scandalized, Mykal couldn’t help but laugh. “Th-That’s like, way too big, i-it looks like it’d really hurt! And it’s got weird ridges or something on it! No nononono that’s not goin’ up my booty-hole. Don’t laugh at me this is no joking matter!” 

“You’re cute, I can’t help it. It doesn’t go inside of you, Kitten. It’s used to simulate the feeling of anal.” Mykal said, taking the toy out of Aspen’s hand and flipping it so that he could see the entrance of the toy. 

“A-All… All the others went inside of me,” Aspen stammered, covering his face with one hand as his eyes looked over the toy. He paused for a moment before he reached his finger out and poked at the hole of it for a second, before the tip of his finger slipped inside and he gasped softly and blushed. Mykal smirked.

“Wanna try it now that ya know it’s not goin’ up your ass,” Mykal asked, and Aspen looked up at him and nodded his head, his eyes sparking with interest. “Pull off your panties, angel,” Mykal said, and he lifted up and pulled himself out of his panties before he hesitated for a moment and tugged the hem of his sweater, his eyes meeting Mykal’s with an obvious question in them. Mykal’s heart skipped a beat and he nodded his head and watched as Aspen pulled the sweater off of his body. His nipples pebbled almost immediately when the air of the apartment hit them and he shivered a little. 

Mykal grabbed the lube and squirted some of it onto the outside of the hole, and offered it to Aspen. Aspen reached his hand out but hesitated and glanced up at him nervously as if he didn’t know what to do. “Ya just wanna get the lube inside of it, okay, Kitten?” Mykal encouraged him, and Aspen nodded and let out a shaky breath, pausing for a moment before he turned those enchanting green eyes to him.

“H-Have you ever used one of these?” Aspen asked, and Mykal nodded his head as he watched Aspen curiously. “I-Is it similar?” He asked shyly, blushing a little and biting into his lip before averting his eyes. “Does… it feel  similar?” He stammered, and Mykal smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek gently. 

“Well, I haven’t actually used one meant to replicate anal,” Mykal admitted, reaching his hand up and pushing two of his fingers inside the toy. Aspen gasped softly, his eyes widening as they followed the movements of his fingers. “Well, gotta say, ya definitely are warmer, but the rest is pretty similar.” Mykal said, and Aspen nodded. For a minute all that Mykal could hear was Aspen’s stuttered breath and the sound of the lubrication before Aspen let out a whimper when he pulled his fingers out of it. “It should be good now, put lube on you too. Ya can use as much as you want,” Mykal told him. 

“W-Will you do it? I don’t wanna make a mess,” Mykal didn’t point out that his cock was leaking precum onto the table as he poured some lube into his hand and spread it over his erection. Aspen sucked in a deep breath and shot his eyes down to Mykal’s hand before taking them back up to his eyes.

“Now, go ahead and put it in.” Mykal said, his heart speeding up in his chest as he guided the toy down to Aspen’s erection. 

“A-Ah, Alpha… It’s slippery,” Aspen gasped, his hips parting as the toy slid down around the head of his erection. Mykal watched in excitement as he slid the toy down more around him, and Aspen panted and tried to wriggle upwards into the toy faster. Mykal smirked and pushed the toy down to where he was buried inside of it fully. “Aah, A-Alpha, its…” He stammered as Mykal tugged it upwards. Aspen’s head tipped back and he moaned.

“How’s that? Is it good?” Mykal asked and Aspen moaned in response, nodding his head desperately as he started moving his hips upwards into the toy. “I won’t be angry if you cum,” Mykal assured him as his eyes shut and his stomach muscles clenched slightly, and Aspen whimpered in acknowledgment as his eyes parted a little and he gripped tighter onto the toy and he rested his body back against one of his palms, his feet settling into the chair beside Mykal’s thighs. 

Mykal’s hand fell away and he leaned back in the chair, watching with arousal biting at him as Aspen panted and moaned, his hips subtly rocking upwards into the toy as he pulled it up and down his length. He’d never seen something so erotic in his life, Aspen looked gorgeous as he worked himself off in front of him. The glimmer of desire, the haze consuming his eyes was alluring and Mykal was hard as a fucking rock. His hand reached down and palmed himself through his dress pants, sucking in a deep breath.

“Ya must be feelin’ good, look at how cute you look,” Mykal teased, his eyes darkening and his tongue running along his bottom lip as he watched him. “Try and last as long as ya can, kitten. It feels good, right?” Aspen let one of his legs fall over slightly, resting his calf against the chair’s arm as Mykal gripped his fingers into Aspen’s thigh and squeezed.

“I-I c-can’t cum?” Aspen asked in a shaky voice, biting into his lip as he pushed up into the toy. He moaned and shuddered as Mykal trailed his fingers along his thigh teasingly. “I-I need…” Aspen looked fucking delicious with his flushed cheeks and pleasure-dazed eyes. Mykal was overcome with desire, Aspen’s pleasured noises hitting his sense and making everything narrow in on him. He needed him, he needed his baby–it was more than just want at this point. He needed him, physically yes, but also… he’d been gone all day, his patience was thin, and he was just emotionally and mentally drained. He just needed to touch him, to hold him and lose himself in his body.

Mykal reached down and wrapped his hand around the toy again, squeezing his fingers around Aspen’s hand to tighten the grip around it and moving his hand faster. Aspen groaned and thrust his hips up into the toy while moaning out ‘no’ as he shuddered and his head fell back, his muscles tensing and his hips pushing up.

“C-Cumming–” Aspen gasped, and Mykal sped up the movements on the toy and Aspen cried out loudly, his hips working up into the toy as he rode out his orgasm. Mykal smirked a little as he held the toy still on his erection but his hips kept pushing up into them even though he’d just came.

“Ya just came and yet you’re still thrusting,” Mykal teased, pulling the toy off of him and tossing it onto the table. He’d clean it in a few minutes, it wouldn’t take long to get it sorted out–and the table was wood so all he really needed to do to get the lubrication and cum off of it was wipe it with a bleach rag and then disinfect it. Only because of food. Mykal was a little germaphobic at times. He wasn’t so bad, but it was a little inconvenient at times. 

“Th-That felt so… good,” Aspen murmured, his foot moving from beside Mykal’s leg. Mykal tensed when the foot pressed down on his erection and fought against the urge to thrust into his foot. He’s asking for it tonight. “A-Are we done? Y-You’re hard s-still..” Aspen asked, and Mykal chuckled a little, his eyes darting over to the place where he’d sat the toy.

“Whaddya wanna see, me usin’ it too?” Mykal asked, leaning his head back against the chair with a teasing smirk. Aspen stilled, a pouty look taking over his face before he pushed himself up and settled himself down into Mykal’s lap, resting his ass down on his pants-covered erection and grinded down against him. Mykal groaned and his hand gripped down into Aspen’s hip, trying to still him.

“Y-you don’t need to u-use it, because you h-have me,” Aspen said stubbornly, curling his arms around Mykal’s neck and grinding down into his chest with a breathy moan and a slight twitch from his sensitivity. “Y-You can use me, anytime you want, however you want,” Aspen said petulantly, his fingernails biting down into Mykal’s shoulders through his shirt and grinded himself down against his erection harder. Mykal groaned.

“Are ya jealous? How cute.” Mykal tsked, trailing his nose along Aspen’s neck as his hand smoothed down his side and to his hole. His fingers lightly brushed against his hole, not surprised that there was lubrication on his hole because of how much he’d used. However, he’d not expected Aspen to cry out and grip into his dress shirt when he slipped his fingers inside of him, Aspen’s body clenching around them as he pushed back into them.

“P-Please,” Aspen whimpered, his arms tightening their grip around his neck as he trembled a little. “I’m y-yours, all yours Alpha, you can do whatever you want to me, whenever, wherever,” He broke off with a moan when Mykal reached up and pinched his nipple, twisting it a little in between them. “P-Please, w-want you, now, please,” Aspen whimpered. 

“Ya don’t wanna say that princess,” Mykal growled, his eyes sparking with amusement as he thrusted his fingers deeper into him and curled them towards his prostate. “I’ll keep ya stuffed so full, baby, full of my cock and cum, you’ll never be empty again,” Aspen moaned and pushed his hips back against his fingers. 

“W-Want that, I-I–” Aspen whimpered, his hands gripping into his shirt desperately as he rocked himself against Mykal’s chest and erection, and subsequently his fingers as well. Mykal groaned, lifting Aspen enough to be able to reach down between them to undo the button on his pants and pulled his cock out of them. Mykal pulled his fingers out of Aspen’s hole and let his erection take their place. Aspen pushed back against his erection immediately with a pleading moan, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Ride me,” Mykal growled into Aspen’s ear, Mykal’s fingers gripping tighter onto his hip as Aspen shifted back and sank down onto his length with a loud moan. Fuck , Mykal groaned mentally as his fingers tensed their grip on Aspen’s hip slightly and his heart sputtered in his chest. Aspen was so warm, so tight, it was so easy to lose himself in it. So easy to love him. Aspen didn’t waste any time before he started rocking his hips, and clinging onto Mykal with breathless moans let out right by Mykal’s ear. “Aren’t ya so needy for me,” Mykal demanded, reaching his hand over to grip into Aspen’s chin, pleased when Aspen shuddered and looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“W-Wanna be f-full, full, Alpha, please,” Aspen moaned, the angle not allowing for him to fully take his length inside of him. Mykal smirked a little and slid down in the chair a little so his body was bent more and he pushed him down with the grip on his waist. Aspen cried out and his eyes widened, his thighs trembling as he settled to the hilt inside of him.

“Ya look like you’re about to explode. It’s not enough to cum without me filling ya, is it? You’re leaking all over my shirt.” Mykal teased, reaching down between them to brush his hand over Aspen’s tip, collecting the bead of precum there, and spreading it around the head of his cock. Aspen moaned and trembled more, his head nodding almost mindlessly as he tightened his grip around him.

“I-It isn’t! P-Please, Alpha,” Aspen pleaded, “It feels s-so wrong not to have y-you…” Aspen was cut off by Mykal pulling him up and off of him before he was being bent over the table, one of Mykal’s hands laced through his hair. Mykal thrust back into him in one smooth motion, Aspen letting out a pleased moan as Mykal settled deeper inside of him and pulled his head back roughly. Mykal smirked a little as the stroker caught his attention on the table. He picked it up and examined it while he thrust his cock into Aspen in a steady pace. 

He slipped his hand beneath Aspen to where his pretty pink flushed cock was hanging down between his legs and put the toy into position and pulled out of Aspen. He waited for a moment until Aspen was pushing his hips back into his erection trying to take him, and then the thrusted into him harder than he had been, settling the toy down around his cock at the same time. 

“Hnnghhn,” Aspen choked, his tongue falling out of his mouth as his eyes rolled back and he rocked his hips back desperately into each thrust. “H-Haa… A-Alpha,” Aspen pleaded, his thighs trembling as his hips tried to move in both directions simultaneously but he couldn’t figure it out and he was working himself up to the point his moans were echoing all around them. It was music to Mykal’s ears after a day of phones ringing and people he didn’t care about talking. 

“Oh ya really are likin’ this, hmm?” Mykal asked, looking over Aspen’s back with lustful eyes. Aspen moaned and gripped one of his hands around the edge of the table. Mykal played with the grip he used on the toy as he bounced him back onto his erection, each forward bounce allowing Aspen to thrust into the toy too, and he just fell down against the table a little, his head resting down on it as he let Mykal control the pace and rhythm, moans and pleas falling off of his lips in rapid succession. Mixes of words– more, Alpha, please, harder– all slurred together to make one barely understandable plea as a little bit of drool slid down his chin and his face red, his eyes widened and hazed with pleasure, as his hair fell down over the table where he had his head rested and turned to the side. 

Perfection , Mykal couldn’t help but think. 

“Ya look so cute, but I can’t hear ya,” Mykal teased, thrusting into him hard enough to make Aspen squeal and jolt forward into the toy, shuddering as Mykal squeezed his hand around the toy. Aspen sobbed out a moan, pleasured tears beginning to prickle at the corners of his eyes.

“A-A-Alpha–deep,” Aspen managed to get out, prompting Mykal to chuckle a little behind him and pull him up by his hair to where his back was pressing firmly against Mykal’s chest before he let go and slid his hand around to Aspen’s neck. He wrapped his hand around his throat and squeezed a little, making Aspen moan and push back against him.

“Ya feel like heaven baby, fuck,” Mykal groaned, biting down into Aspen’s shoulder. Aspen moaned and pried his eyes open to look over his shoulder at him, eyes dark and desire-filled. Mykal could feel his orgasm coming, could feel Aspen tightening around him as he  got close. “Ya take me so good princess, so perfectly,” Mykal moaned, thrusting into him rougher as he got closer. Aspen moaned in response and rocked his hips back. “So beautiful, Kitten, you’re… fuck ,” Mykal broke off to bite down into Aspen’s shoulder again as Aspen clenched around him tighter and his body broke out into shivers as he sobbed. Mykal let go of his neck and slid his hand down to his chest so that he wouldn’t fall as the blood rushed to his head and thrusted into him harder.

“C-Cummm… cumming!” Aspen choked out as he tensed and he jolted into the toy and let out a sob of pleasure. Mykal groaned and his pace stuttered, the feeling of Aspen’s hole clenching around him knocking him breathless as he came. He bit harder down into his shoulder and held him close to him. “Th-The nim shocks.” Aspen hummed, his body sinking back against Mykal’s as he fell down from his orgasm. 

“I know, baby.” He cooed, pressing a kiss to Aspen’s temple as he pulled out of him and carefully maneuvered him so that he could lean down and scoop him up into his arms, carrying him off to the bathroom. This is the best way to relax after a long day of work, Mykal thought as he turned on the shower and let the water heat up, taking the time to coo at Aspen whenever he did something sweet. 

He couldn’t imagine his life without his cute little kitten curling up to him. “I love you, princess,” Mykal murmured into his ear, smiling a little as he stood up and sat him down into the tub, going to pull away.

“A-Alpha,” Aspen twitched a little and his hand curled into his dress shirt, letting out a little breathy sigh. Mykal melted. Everything inside of him melted. He was sure Aspen was an angel, his  angel, his everything.