Who Knows the Ways of Men?

Super excited to finally get to share this one with all of you and I hope you enjoy it! Kristoff and Hans have certainly enjoyed themselves. ;)

I found the window cracked, like Kristoff said it would be, and climbed through it, entering Arendelle castle. The halls were empty and dim, only a few lanterns were lit.

The rugged woodsman’s bubble butt caught my eye a few weeks ago and he noticed my leer. I took a chance and asked if he wanted to suck me off and he did. He led me to the middle of the woods, got on his knees, and his talented mouth extracted my royal seed in minutes, swallowing it all like it was his favorite treat.

A few letters later exchanged between us and it had led to tonight. The night I was finally going to plow those mounds of muscle. He begged for my cock, and I was gonna give it to him.

I turned the corner, and there the beautiful blond hunk was, leaning against the wall in a little fur-trimmed nightshirt.

He looked nervous - he was wringing his hands in front of him and looking at the floor. I was only a few feet away when he finally noticed me.

“H-Hans! You’re here!”

“Of course, I’m here, blondie. And you know why.”

“C-cause y-you’re gonna fuck me.”

“Don’t act all bashful now. You begged for my cock, and here it is.” I reached into my pants and pulled it out. Kristoff’s eyes went straight to it. “You like that?”

He nodded.

“I can tell.” His nightshirt had tented. “Take your clothes off.”

“Y-yes, Hans.”

He pulled the nightshirt over his broad shoulders, revealing his muscular legs and stiff member. All his work in the wilderness had paid off - his stomach was rippled, his chest, tight. Not a single hair anywhere.

Interesting.

“Wh-what about you?” he asked.

“What about me?”

“Can I see your body?”

“I thought my cock was all you wanted. Get on your knees.”

“Yes, Hans.”

His lips wrapped around my penis and got to work. I don’t know how he knew how to suck dick so well, but after a few minutes, I needed him to stop. I wanted my jizz inside of him, but not his mouth this time.

I eased my dick out of his mouth, and had to smirk. The little bitch moaned when I took his treat away.

“Stand up and turn around,” I commanded, before taking my clothes off.

I knew Arendelle was famous for their baked food, but Kristoff’s buns were what I wanted to see sticky.

“C-can you leave your gloves on, Hans?”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, please.”

What a little deviant.

“Are you gonna fuck me now?”

“I am.” I knelt and spread his porcelain white cheeks apart. His pink hole was perfect, and seemed to quiver when I put my tongue to work.

“That feels so good, Hans.”

“I bet it does, snowboy. Are you ready for me?”

“Can you touch me?”

I swiped my tongue from his balls all the way back up to his hole again. “Touch you? Is my tongue not enough?”

“My cock, Hans,” he whined. “Pleeease.”

I obliged him, stroking his shaft with my clothed fingers. His ass tensed when I reached the head, squeezing me in between his cheeks.

Someone’s eager.

“Wow, Hans, that feels good. So good.”

Kristoff started thrusting into my hand. My tongue kept at it. I couldn’t wait to fuck this luscious ass.

“I’m exploding, Hans!”

Fuck.

I pulled back to watch as his jizz sprayed the wall. He’d better be up for another round. I wasn’t leaving with blue balls.

“Oh!”

I turned to see a little talking snowman staring at us.

“I don’t think that’s what Anna meant when she said she wanted to repaint the hall.”

Story written by friend and fellow patron Finn Dixon!