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“Please, pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up,” he repeats over and over again under his breath.
His heart pounds in his chest at the potential of hearing your voice for the first time in weeks. Yet, it also pounds in fear that he won’t. The anticipation is bad enough to kill him, and the absence of you is driving him insane.
“Fuck!” he yells in anger, wanting to throw his phone. Instead, he drops his arm in defeat, tears creeping into his eyes.
“Fuck,” he mumbles in defeat, his voice cracking slightly. His hands come up to his face as he lets the tears fall.
He misses you terribly.
You’re on a trip with the other Sisters from the Ministry, and you warned him you would have minimal access to your phone during that time. That doesn’t mean the sting of you not answering hurts any less.
He knows it’s not your fault and he knows you’re having fun, but he misses you in every way possible.
He longs to feel your touch and hear your voice. To know you’re there or close by. He misses sharing your day over dinner and your laughter filling the room. How invested you get in your interests, and when you info-dump to him.
There's no one to annoy with his antics either. He knows you secretly love his horrible jokes and his teasing.
He misses every single conversation with you and craves it. The way you wake up grumpy with your hair a mess always makes him chuckle. It’s not till you have that first sip of coffee that he sees you begin to wake up. Oh, to see your face again and the feeling of your lips meeting. Even your scent has faded from the sheets next to him.
How can he survive the next few weeks without you?
He knows the separation isn’t easy for you either, but once you get back, he’s pulling you into his embrace and never letting go again.
A long groan escapes his mouth before he rubs his eyes. Fingers wipe his tears away before he drops them into his lap.
5 minutes.
That’s all he needs to tide him over. Obviously, he’d prefer far more, but 5 minutes is more than the phone calls you’ve had. He hopes you get to read the texts and hear the voice messages he leaves. But he knows you’d at least text him back if you could. That doesn’t stop him, though, because he knows you’ll see it eventually.
Slowly, he pushes himself off the bed before making his way to the bathroom. The cold water pools in his palms before he brings it to his mouth. It’s barely 8 pm, but he’s exhausted and decides to get ready for bed.
Before he climbs into bed, he stops by your dresser and pulls out a shirt. He’s practically shoving it up to his nose to smell it. Thankfully, it smells like your perfume.
A smile crosses his face as he feels a wave of comfort wash over him.
It’s you.
It’s something to calm his mind. He’s barely under the sheets before he nods off.
It’s just past midnight when he awakes with a gasp. Even his dreams torture him with your touch and voice. Or in this case, your orgasm.
Your shirt is still clenched in his fist as he forces himself to sit up and turn on his bedside light. While he knew from the moment he woke up, he’s still annoyed when he throws the sheets back to reveal the tent in his underwear.
A groan escapes his mouth as his cock throbs. He dreams of sex with you, then he can’t even wake up to act on the dream with you.
Cruel and sadistic torture.
Part of him doesn’t even want to find relief if you’re not here. Regardless, he knows he won’t sleep if he doesn’t. Just another thing he craves from your absence. On top of never letting you go, he’s going to bury his cock deep in you.
Then he remembers something you left for him.
Quickly, he scrambles out of bed to get it from his drawer. You left it for him in case such an incident arises for him. Always taking care of one another, even when one’s absent.
Technically, it wasn’t something left as a surprise.
It was a surprise when you walked out of the bathroom the night before you left in a new set of lingerie. You found someone who made you a set to match the color of his blue jacket. His eyes practically popped out of his head when he saw you. He was so excited. He made you cum in them before fucking you in them.
The goodbye sex went until the early hours of the morning. You almost slept through your alarm, but he made you get up. He didn’t want to because he knew you’d have to go, but he had to because you were so excited for this opportunity. Of course that didn’t stop him from being glued to your side up until you had to leave.
As his fingers grab the lace, he’s instantly reminded of that night. Much like your shirt earlier, he can’t help but inhale your scent. It immediately goes to his head and cock.
“Fuck,” he chuckles at the rush.
He wishes you were here and that you had access to your phone, but this will have to do.
As he climbs back into bed, a devious idea pops into his head. A way to further include you and show you he’s not only thinking about you, but is using the gift you left him.
Dammit, where’s his phone?
He knows you don’t miss keeping track of it for him. You made him put a tracker on it so you could find it when he places it somewhere and forgets.
After ripping the blanket off the bed, he finds it.
He’s been trying to be more cautious of where he leaves it, but he still has his moments. It’s not that he’s careless. It’s more so he’s busy and places it somewhere without thinking.
He doesn’t waste any more time by crawling into bed and opening the camera. It’s facing towards him as he hits the record button.
“Ehhh, I’m not sure how to start this, but, uh, I should warn you in case you’re around people. Don’t watch this further or the others I send after, if you are. I was really hoping you’d pick up earlier. I wanted to talk, and I miss you terribly,” he explains before he flips the camera to show his bulge. His free hand slides down his body till it reaches his balls. Gently, he squeezes them, shifting them slightly under the fabric. Even through the barrier, they feel heavy.
“In many, many ways.”
After a moment, his hand drifts higher to his cock. His stomach clenches as he pumps it slightly.
“I miss your voice, laugh, smile…the way you touch me,” he sighs, now rubbing his palm slowly up and down his cock. His legs shift excitedly against the sheets as he continues detailing what all he misses about you.
It didn’t take long for his hand to slip between the waistband and skin.
“Oh shit,” he whimpers mid-sentence when he wraps his hand around himself.
Immediately, he starts pumping it, his hand moving quickly. His brain lapses on what he was saying as images of you stroking him flood it.
“I want your hand wrapped around me. Then your mouth,” he moans before he forces himself to let go.
He lets the camera record it throbbing underneath his underwear before he stops it. He needs a moment to catch his breath.
It’s just dawned on him that this is the first time he's truly been horny in your absence. He’s gotten off a few times, but it was for relief. Between work, his depression, anxiety, and his longing for you, the urge hasn’t hit him like it does when you’re here. After all, you’re the one who helps keep his problems at bay.
He takes the moment to finally slip his underwear off. A small bead of precum rolls down the underside of his cock as he lets out a breath.
Then he falls back. He lets out a huff as his head hits his pillow. For a moment he stares at the ceiling, his dick begging for his attention.
“I need you,” he groans, lifting your lingerie. His fingers play with the lace before bringing it to his nose.
“You smell so good. I miss your fucking scent…” he sighs, starting to stroke himself again. “The taste of you.”
His tongue slides across his lip as he thinks back to that night again. You were already soaked when his tongue finally slid through your folds. He couldn’t get enough.
While he was trying to be slow, he quickly lost control. His feet plant against the sheets as he starts thrusting up into his hand. His hand moves in time to his hips as he dips his head back.
A long moan escapes his mouth as his eyes squeeze shut. His other hand keeps your lingerie pressed to his nose. With every breath, he inhales you.
“Oh shit, I need your pussy!” He pants, feeling himself creep close to his orgasm.
The way it pulses around him when you cum drives him wild. He made you cum over and over that night so he could memorize it for a time like this. If only it was you and not his hand.
Again, he has to force himself to let go.
“Fucking dammit!” he moans, balling his fists and arching his back more.
Once the wave passes, he collapses back on the bed.
Unlike before, he doesn’t take as long to catch his breath. He trades out your lingerie for his phone.
This time he forces himself to go slow. For a few minutes he focuses on filming himself, making sure you hear every moan and breath. A few times he lets his hand move faster, but he makes sure not to get lost in the feeling.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says after a moment before he flips the camera back to his face. “I need to hold you and feel your touch.”
Then he’s grabbing that carefully crafted piece of fabric. The one he can’t wait to get you back in.
“All I’ve got is your gift. While it’s serving its purpose, it doesn’t beat having you here,” he explains, dangling it in front of the camera. “You have me so worked up, baby; imagine what I’m going to do to you when you’re back. All I can think of is that night before you left. I need my face buried between those beautiful legs.”
His cock jumps in excitement as he practically shoves the lingerie up his nose to smell it, making a whole production out of it. He wants you to see how appreciative he is of this gift. After all, he owes it to you to show you the joy he’s getting from it.
He takes a few more smaller whiffs before positioning it over his face so he can keep smelling it as he touches himself.
“Oh that's it baby!” he moans excitedly. “I’m going to hold you close as I rut into you. Make you take every inch of me before I cum deep in you. But not before I’ve made you cum again and again. Oh fuck I need to hear it!”
Then he’s flipping the camera back around to show you his cock. Precum oozes down it as he quickly grabs the lingerie from his face. With as much urgency yet calmness as possible he wraps it around himself. His hips thrust slightly when he feels the lace against his dick. He ensures part of it is covering his tip before he starts jerking off with it.
“Yes! Oh fuck! Any way you let me, I’ll fuck you” he moans loudly at the sensation. “Just as long as I can feel your body against mine, hear your moans, and taste your lips.”
With how sensitive he is, the fabric creates a delightful friction. He was getting close before but now he’s teetering on the edge.
“Oh, please bounce on my cock till you cum! I need you, baby. Take me, take me! Oh…Ride me till oblivion!”
It’s amazing he has the wherewithal to focus the camera on what he’s doing but his hand is definitely drifting. Still, he manages to capture the desperation in his strokes.
“I’m gonna cum, baby!” He whines loudly before his body lets go.
His eyes roll into his head as it tips back and his back arches. A long, loud moan escapes his mouth as his hips jerk. The lingerie gets pulled tightly against his tip and his cum quickly seeps through the fabric. He makes sure the camera is catching it running down over his thumb.
“Oh fuck,” his voice quivers before he’s biting his bottom lip.
Slowly, he starts to come down from his high. His body relaxes back against the sheets as he takes a few big breaths. Gingerly, he pulls his cock away from his stomach.
“Look what just the thought of you did to me” he chuckles, showing the pool of cum at his base.
Then he lets himself go and shows you the mess on his hand.
“Next time, you better be here to take it.”