12. Steve

Leo lets me make love to him in the middle of the night with my hands tied to the bedposts. He gives me a blow job first thing in the morning with my hands tied again, then jacks me off when my cock is still hard after it's over. He's so patient with me, even though his heat hasn't started yet.

"Do you want to eat something besides my cum?" I ask. We're still cuddling in bed, his cheek resting on my chest and my arm wrapped around him.

"That depends. Will it require either of us to get up? Because I want to stay in bed with you all day."

My stomach flutters a little at that.

"It will require us to get up momentarily, but then we can move to the couch where we can order food to be delivered directly to my front door and watch movies in between our sexual escapades."

He tilts his head to smile up at me. "That does sound pretty great. Is there a place that delivers pancakes? I haven't had pancakes in forever."

"I could make you pancakes. I even have fresh blueberries. How do you feel about blueberry pancakes?"

He twists his mouth in thought. "That would require you to be away from the couch, and therefore, not cuddling with me."

"True, but delivered pancakes will be lukewarm, at best. Who likes a lukewarm pancake?"

"No one. If you make me pancakes, can you do it nude?" he asks.

"Am I allowed to wear an apron?"

He rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. "If you must. But after you're done cooking, the apron has to come off."

I pull off the blanket covering both our bodies. "Then we'll need to bring down lots of blankets."

Leo grabs the blanket from me. "I'll build the blanket fort if you cook breakfast."

"Deal." I plant a kiss on his lips for good measure.

He nips at my bottom lip playfully. A part of me is tempted to keep kissing him and go for another round before breakfast. Everything is so easy with him, whether it's bantering about what we're eating for breakfast or the mind-blowing sex. I didn't know interacting with an omega could be like this.

He extricates himself from me and jumps out of bed. "If you have coffee, that would be amazing. Or we could order some."

"I have coffee. I'll make us a pot. How do you take it?"

"Black as my heart," he says dramatically. In that moment, I can imagine him joking around with Henry. They would love him. I think he'd love them too, unlike the last guy I introduced them to. He was too starstruck by Henry to loosen up around him, but that wouldn't be a problem for Leo. He knows lots of famous people.

I grab another blanket and head out the door with Leo. He's naked too as we navigate down the staircase.

"Once upon a time, you wanted me to take a shower," I remind him.

"We took a bath," he says.

"With no soap."

"Yes. But it was a long bath. And I've bathed your cock with my tongue a few times since then. That has to count for something."

I laugh. "Am I not allowed to take a shower, then?"

He jumps down the bottom stair and spins around to smile up at me. "When I'm napping. Then I won't miss cuddling with you."

"You are very demanding," I tease.

His smile falters. "Sorry. I get clingy during my preheat."

I drop the blanket onto the floor and sweep him into my arms. I half expect to trip or fumble somehow because I'm awkward like that, but I pull it off. The blanket in his arms even billows dramatically.

"I was just joking. You can be as clingy as you want."

He burrows his nose into my shoulder. "Famous last words."

I hold back a laugh. Talking with him is almost like talking with my dads. With way more boners and orgasms. But the humor is similar. I've never met anyone else who can make me laugh the way they do.

I carry him into the living room where my admittedly enormous TV is. My dads bought it for me as a housewarming gift. I deposit Leo on the couch that looks similar to an antique, but is a lot more comfortable.

"I'll be back soon to fulfill my cuddle obligations as the big spoon," I say.

He raises his eyebrows. "Oh, so because I'm little, I automatically have to be the little spoon?"

"Do you want to be the big spoon?"

He smiles and shakes his head. "Absolutely not. The little spoon is the best cuddle position. I'm just messing with you."

I leave him and his blanket to make coffee and pancakes in the kitchen. I mostly forgo the apron because of the way Leo keeps peeking into the kitchen during his many trips up and down the stairs for more blankets. Just as I'm sliding the last pancake onto his plate, he meanders into the kitchen wearing a big white T-shirt he must have found in my dresser. The short sleeves are quarter length on him, and the hem goes down to his knees.

"Oh, so you get to wear my clothes, but I don't?" I say, even though I love seeing him in my shirt.

"I got cold. Also, this shirt smells like you." He pulls the neck up to his nose and inhales deeply. "I got it out of your hamper. I know that's gross, but I'm far enough into my preheat that I don't care."

My cock perks up at him breathing in my scent like that. Leo glances down and bites his lip at the sight of my cock rising to say hi to him.

"You haven't fucked me in the kitchen yet," he says.

And just like that, my cock is at full mast.

"I made you breakfast and coffee. If we have sex, it will get cold."

"Okay. We can wait. If that's what you want." He grabs one of the cups of steaming coffee and brings it to his lips as casually as if we're talking about the weather.

"Cold food is always a disappointment," I say.

He shrugs. "Food is food."

"But aren't you sore?"

His lips slide into a seductive smile. "My body is all loose and achy. Here, you can feel for yourself." He grasps my hand and guides it behind him. He lifts the hem of my shirt and presses my fingers between his asscheeks. He's already wet for me. I slide my fingers down until I find his entrance, and press against his hole. It opens for me easily, even as I push two fingers inside him.

He lets out a loud breath. "See? My womb is descending too. I can feel it." He turns around and rests his chest on the countertop, widening his stance. My fingers slip out of him in the process, so he guides them back to his entrance. I penetrate him again. This time, I can push my fingers deep inside. He feels different than he did, even this morning. His inner wall is soft and spongy where it wasn't before. I press against the spot, and he takes in a sharp breath.

"Yes. Right there."

I want to keep pressing against it, but we have to talk about what that would mean. I slip my fingers out of him. "If I keep touching you there, you could open up for me during your heat."

He nods, not meeting my gaze.

"Is that what you want? For me to breed you?"

It's a deeply intimate experience. Not only physically, but emotionally too. I've never shared that level of intimacy with an omega before. When I've shared heats with my boyfriends, we always took precautions so that wouldn't happen.

Leo has an IUD. If I bred him, he wouldn't get pregnant. But it would deepen the intensity of our relationship considerably.

"If you don't want to, it's okay," he says. "I get it. We've just met, and… it's a lot to ask."

"Are you asking me, Leo?"

He bunches his shoulders together. "If I did, what would you say?" He's still facing the opposite direction, so I can't see his face. It seems almost intentional.

Leo is so nervous to ask for this, he can't even look me in the eye.

"I'd say yes. We both agreed this wasn't casual, didn't we?"

He twists his head, finally daring to look at me. "Then you'll do it? You'll breed me when the time comes?"

I wrap my arm around his chest and mold my body to his back until my mouth is right next to his ear. "I think it would be hard for me to hold back." I grasp his hips and lift him up until they've cleared the counter. From this angle, I press three fingers deep inside him, jamming against the softness of his womb opening. He throws his head back and cries out. I massage the softness, circling my fingers around and around.

"What are you doing?" he asks. "Just fuck me already."

He doesn't have to ask me twice.

I withdraw my fingers and line up my cock. I still meet a fair amount of resistance, but he's looser now than ever. He groans as I ease in deeper.

"Who cares about pancakes, when I can have your dick?" he says.

I grip his hips for leverage, and push the rest of the way inside him all in one go. His ass clenches down, his whole body taut. "Oh my God."

"Are you okay?" I should have gone slower. After the freedom that came with him tying me down, I'm not being careful enough.

"I need you to fuck me, Steve," he rasps.

There's no way he's in heat yet. Wouldn't it take a few days? I rock back, and thrust back in slowly. He tilts his hips down. When I fuck into him again, I press against the opening of his womb.

His hands clench into fists. "Harder."

It's awkward at first. He's up on the counter, and it's hard to get leverage. Instead of holding onto his hips, I hold onto the edge of the countertop. I slam into him and he wails. Not in pain, but in pleasure. I can sense the difference innately as my lust overtakes me. I reach for his shoulder with my other hand, and this time I'm able to thrust into him with a force that makes him spasm around me.

"Don't stop," he whispers.

I fuck him like an animal. I shouldn't be pounding into him like this. The sound of our skin coming together is low-pitched and loud. I'm slamming into him without mercy. His slick leaks everywhere. His cock is leaking on the countertop too. It's too much to be precum. He must have orgasmed already.

I push his back down, until I'm pounding into that soft spot. Leo sobs and his body trembles. That just eggs me on. I rail into him faster, my fingers digging into his shoulder as my release overtakes me. I go blind from the pleasure, not sure what I'm doing anymore. I fuck into him one more time, forcing my tip against that pliant place within him. Leo's ass squeezes me like a vice. He screams, slick gushing from where we're joined.

"Oh my God, I think I'm in heat," he says.

I think he's right.