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Crispin's POV

I can't wait.

These past few days have gotten worse and worse. And all Dieter has to do is look at me and I'm already hard for him.

My mind took me to many places during our conversations. Many times I imagined him on his knees before me and it made my boner a lot worse than it already was.

Now we are two weeks away from him visiting and I need...something. I don't think I can handle another two weeks of nothingness. Thankfully this weekend was Carter's weekend with Rena and I couldn't be more grateful. Carter has gotten better with sleepovers with Rena, but we are still working on him sleeping in his bed at night.

I needed that fixed before Dieter got here.

I had it all planned out. I was currently in the kitchen making some dinner. I was shirtless and had low-hanging sweats on. This way when he called and I was on the screen, he'd feel something. Or at least that was the hope.

My phone began to ring, right on time. And my body went still. Nerves invaded me as I answered.

His hair was loose and in its waves given from the bun, which I am sure he sported throughout the day. I noticed immediately that his eyes flared as he raked my body. I went back to cooking, but I could still see the screen, and he could still see me fully.

"Hi, deder." I teased with a small smile on my face.

"Hi, Crispin." Okay, maybe I shouldn't have worn gray sweats. It would make it painfully obvious just how talking to him gets me excited. "What are you making tonight?"

Even though he wasn't here, I could still feel his eyes on my torso as I moved. I even made sure to flex a little more than usual.

"Lasagna, nothing crazy. I can make you some when you visit if you'd like." The closer we get to his visit the more the anticipation builds within me. I was practically buzzing around the pack with excitement knowing my mate would be in my house and my bed...very soon.

"You can make me whatever you want, and I'd eat it." I turned to the camera and his eyes were fixed on my arms and I had to hold in my laugh. I'm sure there are a lot of things he would eat if I told him to.

"Where is Carter?" He asked, flicking his eyes up to meet mine.

"Not here." A smirk crossed my face as I saw a blush rise on his cheeks. His eyes kept moving from my chest to my eyes and it took every ounce of my self-control.

"Oh." I could feel his nerves leaking through the screen. I popped the lasagna into the oven and I grabbed the phone and wanted to lay on the couch. I put my hand behind my head, and Dieter was looking everywhere but at me. I decided that this would be the perfect time to tease him.

"Why are you so nervous?" I raised my brow at him and had to hold back the smirk that wanted to come out.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I think you do. I can feel your nerves through the screen."

His face held contemplation as if he was debating whether or not to tell me what was bothering him. I was hoping it was the same thing that was currently bothering me.

"Crispin--" I groaned cutting him off before he could continue. My dick was now hard as steel and sitting upright at attention in my sweats.

"Don't say my name." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to try and slow down my racing heart. My hand was twitching for me to push it down my pants and stroke myself as I looked at his face on the screen.

Dieter's eyes went wide, and his face flushed in surprise. I loved the fact that he was so free with himself with me, but with others, no one knew what he was thinking. I felt uncontrollably special.

"Crispin, what--"

"I said, don't say my name. Unless you want me to pull out my dick and jerk off to the sound of you yelling it."

Silence. I was met with silence.

I kept my eyes shut tight, unable to look at him. Afraid of what I'd see.

I had surprised myself with how easily they flowed out of my mouth. I usually have a better hold on my tongue and my assertiveness. But there was something about Dieter that brought it out of me.

After a few moments of silence, I was regretting what I had said and uncertainty flooded my mind. Had I crossed a line? Did I make him uncomfortable? Did I--

"Crispin." He whispered lowly which pulled me from my daze. I sucked in a breath and I opened my eyes to make sure I heard him right. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were also closed.

"You know what you are asking for?" I questioned him, already moving my hands underneath my sweats and pulling my dick out. Dieter nodded and swallowed as he let out a shuttered breath.

There's no turning back now.

"Are you hard?" My voice was raspy and lust coated my throat as the question came out. He nodded again, and I gritted my teeth. "I only want verbal answers from now on, Dieter. Talk like the big boy you are."

His lips parted at my words and he looked hesitant at first, For a moment I thought I was pushing him too hard, but then he spoke.

"Yes, yes I am."

I squeezed the base of my dick and I had to stifle a moan at the feeling. I was imagining that it was Dieter's large hand wrapped around me and not my own.

"Touch yourself." I husked out. I waited in silence as I listened to sheets rumple and his hand move. I knew he was touching himself the moment I saw his eyes fluttered and he licked his juicy bottom lip.

I began to stroke myself extremely slowly. I flicked my thumb over my head and used my precum as lube. The sensation was already building and it was a fire within me.

"Stroke yourself. Slowly."

"Y-y--yes." He whispered out. I knew he had begun the moment a groan slipped from his lips and his head fell back against his pillow even more. Fuck, it was a sight to be seen. His breathing was uneven and his face flushed.

I continued the slow pace on my dick as precum leaked from each squeeze I gave myself. I wasn't ready to cum yet, we had just begun. I wanted to play with Dieter just a little longer.

"Are you leaking for me?" I questioned.

"Yes." Dieter's voice was hoarse, and filled with lust which caused my pace to increase. There was no way I would be lasting as long as I had wanted to before. But I didn't care. I'd make up for it once he was here in front of me and I was the one touching him.

"Stroke yourself faster, I want you to cum for me."

"Fuck." Dieter groaned out at my words, and I saw his arm begin to move faster and I matched his pace.

My lips parted as I began to breath heavy and I watched as Dieter unraveled before me. His face of pleasure was better than I could have ever imagined. A deep groan left Dieter's lips and it made me even harder, which I didn't think was possible. I wanted nothing more than to hear more of those sounds from him.

As I felt my pleasure building in my stomach, a moan slipped from my lips and Dieter groaned in response.

"Fuck, Crispin."

My name on his lips set a fire in me, and my pace became unnaturally fast.

"Say my name again, Dieter." His eyes darkened at his name, and I smirked knowing I did it on purpose.

"Crispin." His voice vibrated not only the phone but my chest as well.

"Are you going to cum for me?" I asked, as I felt myself so close to the edge. Not even caring I was going to explode all over my chest. I'll just imagine it's Dieter's back or his face.

"Yes." He breathed out, but that didn't satisfy me. I needed more.

"Yes, what," I stroked myself harder, to the point it was borderline painful. My fucking sweet spot.

"Yes, I'm going to cum for you, Crispin."

"Good boy." I hummed in approval and Dieter let out a deep, guttural moan as I saw his body stiffen and shake.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He chanted out as his mouth was wide open and his hair thrown over his face.

Seconds later I felt my release, and with one final stroke, I felt my toes curl as I shot all over my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut as I rode out my intense climax. My breathing was now heavy and my chest was rising and falling at a rapid rate. My face was bright red, and my mind was numb. My cum was warm against my chest and I wished Dieter was here on his knees to lick it off and rub it all over his tongue. The thought was enough to get me hard again.

We sat in silence for a few moments. Both of us reeling from our orgasms. Though I wish I would have had the balls to make him show himself in the camera. But I'm glad I didn't. It'll make seeing it in person so much better.

"Are you okay?" I asked once I was able to calm myself down. If I was with him I would have cleaned him up and started a shower and pulled his clothes for him.

"I'm great." He laughed and finally, after what seemed like forever, a big toothy grin took over his face.

And it was fucking glorious.

The most perfect smile I had ever seen.

"You have a beautiful smile, Dieter." His cheeks lit up again, but the smile stayed.

"Thank you."

"If I had known all I needed to do to get it was make you cum I would have done so a long time ago." Dieter began coughing from my abruptness but I laughed.

"I didn't expect such things from you." He told me once he regained control.

"Is it a bad thing?" Worry began to fill me, and I assume Dieter could tell.

"No, no. Not at all. I--I like it. I just, you don't seem like the...dominant type."

"Yeah well, there is more where that came from. A lot more." I smirked at him.

"Good."