I waited outside of Kristoff’s house with the ice cream and whip cream in hand. When he pulled into his driveway, I held both items out in front of me, proudly.

“You did it! You bought me my favorite ice cream!” Kristoff ran and threw his arms around me.

“Yep. And my favorite whip cream,” I said, with just enough smug in my voice.

“You wish, tiger,” Kristoff said while grabbing the ice cream from my hands.

Kristoff stopped in front of the door and dug into his pocket for his keys. I took the opportunity to reach out and touch his round, cute butt. I pinched it lightly. Kristoff turned his head around.

“You like that booty. Don’t you?” Kristoff asked. I didn’t only love his lower region. I loved the whole package.

He was a little shorter than me, so I leaned my head down and kissed the top of his head. “I want to feel every part of your body,” I said.

Kristoff looked pleased with that response. “You’re an animal today,” Kristoff said, as he slid the key into the tight-fitting hole.

“It must be your heat,” I remarked. “I’m not usually like this with other men.”

“Only with women?” Kristoff sarcastically asked.

I frowned and raised my lip with annoyance. “You know me. Beta culture really gets my rocks off,” I said, mirroring his sarcasm.

Kristoff set his bag and keys on the kitchen counter. He turned on the lights to his cozy living room. I breathed in the scent of his home and smiled warmly. “This is a wonderful place, Kristoff,” I said.

Kristoff lived in the suburbs, in a three-bedroom home, complete with a backyard that really reminded me of the past.

“It’s not as nice as your mansion, but it works,” Kristoff said. “Plus, it’s all mine. I actually own the place.”

“Ugh, my mansion,” I sighed. “I really don’t like that spot. Let’s trade it in and by this whole neighborhood.”

Kristoff wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me sensually. His fingers fumbled against my collar, while mine searched against the inside of his belt buckle. I wanted him badly.

“It turns me on when you talk about money,” Kristoff jested. Kristoff’s eyes closed, and he was hanging off my neck. He gave me a dreamy smile and then let go of me.

“But I have to be honest with you, Addison,” he said. He grabbed two big spoons and handed me one. Kristoff dipped his into the ice cream. “Caramel ice cream might turn me on a little more.”

I walked behind him and dipped my spoon into the ice cream. I curved the spoon through the white fluffy substance and fed him a big bite. Kristoff moaned deeply.

“What if I told you I could buy you all of the ice cream in the world,” I whispered.

Kristoff dropped the spoon onto the table. He turned around and unhooked my belt. “You’re hot,” he said. “I’m not joking around anymore. You’re so fucking sexy.”

“The ice cream thing got to you?” I asked.

“No. I realized that you’re in my house for the first time. I thought maybe we could break it in a little,” Kristoff said, biting the bottom edge of his lip.

My heart was already pounding against my chest, and in between my legs, was a growing warmth and firm pressure. I felt my cock harden on the spot.

Quietly, I ran my finger over his lips. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. I slid my fingers inside of his mouth. The feeling of his soft tongue caused my cock to spring up against my pants. As I unzipped myself, he let out a soft moan.

“Turn around, Kristoff,” I whispered. “I need you now.”

Kristoff gave me a sly smile. He turned around and hiked his pants down. His smooth ass sat above his jeans. I had to take a few deep breaths before diving down onto my knees.

I tongued him, loosening him up as he clutched against the kitchen counter. I spread his cheeks open and slid one finger inside. Kristoff seemed to open up for me with ease.

He reached around and grabbed the back of my hair. He pushed my face in deeper. I licked his soft hole and groaned with pleasure.

At that point, my cock was throbbing. I clutched the bottom of my shaft and held it in front of me. Kristoff turned around and gripped it inside of his palm.

“Give me two seconds. I’ll be right back,” he whispered, kissing my neck.

Shivers rushed through my body. I paced around the room, smiling wildly. I loved how wild Kristoff got with me, and how he let himself be close to me.

When he came back into the room, he held a small bottle of lube into the air, like a sword. In his other hand was a small, black towel. “This will make things a little easier,” Kristoff said.

“Ah, the holy lube. I knew we were missing something last time,” I said.

Instead of handing me the bottle, he clicked open the top and poured one big drop on the head of my cock. As I leaned my head back, he slowly spread the contents around me.

Kristoff began stroking me slowly. In an intricate rhythmic pattern of hand movements, he worked my cock until it was standing as hard as it could get. I moaned and lightly tugged on his nipple.

“Are you ready for me?” I asked him.

Kristoff nibbled on my lip and dragged his tongue down to the sensual edges of my neck. He let go and caught his breath.

“Here. Spread some over my hole, and I will be.” Kristoff handed me the lube, and I poured a decent amount over his rim.

Once the desire hit me, I needed to feel every part of him. Kristoff lowered his ass onto my cock. Slowly, I felt his rim envelop me.

A smooth cry of pleasure escaped from my mouth. I felt the surge of electricity run through my body. This is exactly what I’ve needed these past years.

“Fuck, that feels so good, Addison,” he moaned. I reached up and curled my arms around his tight body. I held him close to me, thrusting my hips slowly for him.

Kristoff gasped, arching his ass toward me. He was practically begging me to give him another few inches. I pushed in deeper, and Kristoff collapsed against me. “I’m yours,” he whispered. And soon, his tongue entered my mouth longingly.

Kristoff twisted his body and stood over my lap. He sat down, blowing cold air from his mouth. “Look into my eyes, omega,” I whispered.

His beautiful almond shaped eyes peered into mine. We held our gaze firmly for a good minute. He pushed his ass down, placing his hand on my chest.

Then, he broke our stare and closed his eyes. He slowly worked himself up into a trance-like rhythm, a frenzy of desire. Up and down, side to side. His ass moved in an erratic, pleasurable fashion.

I squeezed his waist. I felt his loving hips against my palm. “Yes, baby. Work it,” I whispered. He was getting me going too, making sure I couldn’t last for more than a few minutes.

Kristoff came back down and smiled. His cock was harder than the bicep of a linebacker, and it rested against my abs. I reached forward and stroked him, letting my fingers trickle down to his balls.

“Mmm,” Kristoff moaned. “Make me cum.”

I held him steady. “It would be my pleasure,” I whispered.

As soon as I angled my wrist the right way, Kristoff lurched forward. His breathing turned inward. His cock bounced into the air. I shot my hand back and felt his muscles shake.

Kristoff’s voice came from the center of his stomach as if it was being forced down by his powerful orgasm. “Oh, I’m cumming,” he whispered. There was a slight panic in his voice as his rim closed tight around my cock.

“Breathe, omega,” I whispered against his ear, lightly kissing his cheek. I dragged my tongue against his clavicle and noticed the hairs on his arm shoot up.

Ropes of his cum came billowing onto my abdomen. I forced him closer to me so that our chests were touching. I kissed him, mid-orgasm, and he seemed to suck in all my oxygen.

At that moment, were connected by more than just our infatuation and animalistic craving. The bounds of time connected us.

Love was all we ever wanted. Love was never what we got.

…until we asked for it.

I took both his hands into mine. Kristoff opened his eyes. His eyes were glazed and milky. “I love you, Kristoff,” I whispered. “I just… fuck it. I can’t hold it back anymore. I love you.”

I was on the brink of letting everything go. My balls seemed to seize upward. My thighs began shaking. Kristoff rose his ass up and then slowly slid back down over my cock. He did that about three times before I felt that wonderful feeling again.

Kristoff held my hands as I lost momentum. As soon as I felt my cum shoot out of me, my forehead fell onto his chest. He whispered, “I love you too, Addison. I’ll always love you.”

It wasn’t just sex for me. It was the time I started to feel like myself again. Most of all, I felt comfortable with him again.

There was so much I used to take for granted. His soft skin, wondrous and emotional eyes, his cute laughter, and the way I felt when I was around him. He was just everything to me.

We laid on that towel, our thighs intertwined. “Do you really love me?” Kristoff asked. “You’ll be here for me? Forever?”

“Forever,” I said.

His house was warm and quiet. The flowery pink wallpaper seemed more prominent now. I wondered what he would paint the extra room if we decided to have the baby.

Kristoff seemed to read my mind. “If we go through with this, will the world think we’re crazy?” Kristoff asked.

I laughed at the thought. The world already thought I was crazy. For me, none of that mattered. “Who cares what the world thinks? If they call us weird or crazy, it’s because they want what we have. It’s a rare thing to know what you want,” I said.

“I love that,” Kristoff said. “It’s true, isn’t it? Most people have no clue what they want. Some people never feel love in their life, even when they’re with their partner.”

“It’s sad,” I whispered. I thought of all the couples who go through life ,fighting. And then I thought of the people who denied love merely because they wouldn’t allow themselves to open up.

To me, love meant taking risks. How could you know if you loved someone if you weren’t willing to risk it all for that other person?

“You took a big risk on me,” I said. “I’m really grateful for that, Kristoff.”

“What do you mean?” Kristoff asked, innocently.

“You didn’t have to come over to my parents. I think a lot of ex-boyfriends would have told my parents ‘no.’ But you didn’t. You came to comfort me. It just really blows my mind. What if you hadn’t? We wouldn’t be here together, covered in sweat and lube,” I said.

Kristoff looked down at our glistening bodies. We looked like we just came out of a body-building contest, except for the fact that our bodies weren’t that built. “We need to take a bath,” Kristoff said, kissing my cheek. “You don’t have to worry about me going anywhere. I’ve always been here.”

Kristoff never went away. It hurt my heart, like a dagger piercing the soft tissue of the organ. I went away. I was the one who broke this up. How could I have done that?

“I can see the wheels turning in your head. Don’t dwell on it. We’re here now. We’re together,” Kristoff said.

Kristoff walked toward the bath, butt gyrating from side to side as he walked. I bit my lip and smiled.

He was perfect. And everything was going to turn out how we wanted it.