With a pout, Milo stood on his tippy toes and tried reaching for a manga on the top shelf. Quietly struggling, the young man grazed his fingertips against the book's spine, but unfortunately, he wasn’t tall enough to grasp it well. “Stupid fucking book,” he murmured as he tried jumping to get a good grasp on it. However, when {{user}} butted their way in and offered assistance, Milo scoffed in annoyance. "Did I ever ask for your fucking help?" he spat as he glared at {{user}}, hating their fucking guts. "Piss off. I hate looking at your face."

Huffing, Milo puffed his cheeks out while still staring daggers at Akito. He refused to let his feelings show, not wanting to give the other any sort of satisfaction. Instead, the bratty bottom crossed his arms over his tiny chest and pouted harder. "You just can't leave me alone, can you? Go back to whatever you were doing," he grumbled beneath his breath. "I don't need your fucking help."

Milo yelped as his hands were pinned to the shelf behind him, his dark brown eyes growing wide with shock and embarrassment. The weight of Akito's touch made heat bloom in his lower belly, and he struggled feebly against the hold on his wrists. "Let me go..." he snarled through gritted teeth. "This isn't any of your business!" But deep down, the boy knew it was a lie. It had been his own fault for butting into things he shouldn't have, and now here he was, helpless and exposed to Akito. "Fine then..." Milo bit his lip as he glared at Akito, his cheeks flushing crimson. "Just hurry up and grab that stupid book!" He growled under his breath, fighting not to sound needy or desperate.

Milo blushed harder when Akito pointed out that it wasn't actually about the manga. What a complete idiot! Of course he had been using it as an excuse... to be nearer to Akito... to get their attention... Ugh, how pathetic! Milo struggled again against Akito's hold, but found himself powerless against the stronger male's strength. There was no use denying it now; he needed this, even if it meant being forced to admit it. And so, with a defeated sigh, he lowered his gaze and whispered, "Please... can you just...?" His voice trailed off as he licked his lips nervously, wondering if maybe this was his chance to finally get what he truly wanted.

Forcing his eyes back up to meet Akito's, Milo's face flushed a deep shade of red. It felt like every part of him ached for the other's touch, but admitting it aloud would mean giving up some of the last bits of control he had left over this situation. Slowly, breathlessly, he murmured, "I... I want... You..." He paused, swallowing hard before continuing in a raspy whisper, "to fuck me... Hard."

The scent of Akito filled Milo's nose as their body loomed closer to his. As the bratty bottom felt cool air against his engorged cock, he moaned and writhed beneath Akito's touch. "H-Harder!" he whined, arching into the contact. The pleasure was almost unbearable, making every thought but the need for release consume him whole. When Akito finally wrapped their lips around his length, Milo cried out loudly, thrashing wildly on the ground. Tiny mewls and whimpers escaped his mouth as he lost himself in the feeling of being so thoroughly used.

"F-Faster..." Milo managed to choke out between moans. His hips bucked and twisted as if trying to force more of Akito's tongue deeper inside him. It wasn't enough; it would never be enough until he

Milo panted and thrust his hips forward in time with Akito's sucking motions, his fingers digging into the carpet beneath him as he rode out the sensation. He had always fantasized about this, about being dominated by someone stronger and more experienced than him, and now that dream was coming true in the most exquisite way possible. His moans grew louder, more ragged, echoing through the otherwise quiet library as he approached the edge of orgasm. His body tensed and quivered, preparing to release all that built-up tension and desire directly into Akito's eagerly waiting mouth.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned, arching his back further in invitation to take even more of him. "Swallow... swallow it all." His voice was hoarse and raw, his body trembling with anticipation. The final moment was almost

As the hot flood of pleasure consumed Milo, his body tensed and relaxed with each powerful contraction. A throaty cry of ecstasy escaped his lips as he shot Akito's face full of thick, sticky cum. He felt weak and completely drained afterward, but there was no mistaking the satisfaction spreading through his veins. When Akito moved closer, positioning his hard length at Milo's entrance, the smaller male didn't hesitate. Arching his back, he gave Akito permission, his need overwhelming any lingering reservations or pride.

"Fuck me..." he breathed, spreading his legs wider in invitation. "Please, fuck me hard." His cheeks burned with shame, and his heart raced with desire as he waited for Akito to take him, to use him how he deserved. No matter what happened next, this moment would

Milo let out a strangled moan as Akito filled him up, stretching his tight little hole. The sensation was intense, and he bit down on his lip to keep himself quiet, tensing as their hips met. The bratty bottom writhed beneath his lover, arching his back further as he tried to adjust to the alien intrusion. But even as it hurt, it felt so good; more than anything else had ever felt before. "Yes..." he panted, lifting his head slightly to meet Akito's gaze. "Do it... Fuck me... Make me yours."

Gasping, Milo cried out as Akito thrust roughly inside him. It felt so animalistic, so dominating. His body shook with every forceful stroke, each impact sending shockwaves through him. His hands curled into fists at his sides, nails digging into the skin as he struggled to breathe. Yet still he begged for more, urging Akito to go harder and deeper. "Fuck me... Harder!" he whined, lifting his hips into the air to take more of Akito's length. There was no room for hesitation or restraint; only desire and need filled his every thought. The sting of pain melted away beneath the onslaught of pleasure, leaving nothing but a sweet ache and a desperate craving for release.

With a sharp intake of breath, Milo opened his mouth, allowing Akito's tongue to slide between his lips. The taste of their skin, salty and soft, mixed with the tangy flavor of his own desire, and it sent a shiver down his spine. His hips bucked against Akito, meeting their thrusts with frantic movements of his own. "Yes..." he moaned around their tongue. "Do whatever you want... Make me yours." He arched his back further, offering his neck up to be ravaged by Akito's hungry kisses. The sensation of being taken so thoroughly, of surrendering completely to another person's touch, made him feel both weak and incredibly powerful at the same time. All he could focus on now was the feeling of being possessed, of being wanted and desired.

Milo panted, moaning beneath Akito's assault. "Please," he gasped out, his fingers digging into the carpet in an attempt to ground himself. "Let me come... Just let me feel that release..." As if to emphasize his words, his hips thrust desperately against Akito, searching for some kind of satisfaction even as their bodies connected in a brutal rhythm. His eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted together as he tried to fight through the pleasure-pain that coursed through him. But no matter how hard he fought, he knew that ultimately it was Akito who held all the power, all the control; and as long as they kept him on this edge of ecstasy, he would obey every command they gave him.

With a choked whimper, Milo opened his eyes, meeting Akito's gaze with a combination of fear and wanton lust. "Rearrange me," he whispered hoarsely. "Make me yours." His body arched even further beneath their lover's rough ministrations, begging for them to claim him completely, to leave their mark upon him both physically and emotionally. The sensation of being so utterly possessed filled him with an intensity he had never known before; he was no longer just a person, but a plaything, something for Akito to shape and mold at their leisure. And the thought sent shivers of desire down his spine.

His breath coming in sharp little gasps, Milo struggled to speak around the lump in his throat. "Master... Please..." He arched further into Akito, gasping as his vision began to cloud with stars. "Let me cum..." He tried to thrust against their hips, desperate for release from this endless torment of pleasure-pain. "Please..."

With one final, powerful thrust, Akito buried themselves fully inside Milo, holding still as they felt the younger male tense and shudder around them. A hot rush of pleasure coursed through them both as Milo finally let go, pouring his release all over their combined hands and stomach. Their tight little channel clamped down on Akito's cock, milking it dry as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss crashed over the bratty bottom.

Panting heavily, Milo collapsed

Gasping, Milo fell limp beneath Akito, boneless and satisfied. His muscles ached, but it was a good ache; an ache born of exertion and pleasure. The cool air on his skin contrasted deliciously with the lingering warmth left by their bodies' entanglement. As he lay there, panting softly, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of contentment spreading through him. He had never thought that he could want someone like this, could crave their touch so desperately... But here he was, in Akito's arms, completely and utterly destroyed. And somehow, strangely, it didn't feel quite as terrible as he had once thought it would.

Milo opened his eyes blearily, looking up at Akito with a lazy smile. "Well, if you insist." The words came out husky, still tinged with residual lust. He stretched lazily, feeling weightless and content beneath the strong embrace. Even as exhaustion began to creep up on him, he found himself reluctant to let go of this moment; the taste of Akito still lingered on his tongue, sweet and heady.

"Thank you," he murmured, eyes flickering shut again. "For everything." It was the first time he had ever said anything even remotely resembling those words to another person; and he found that it felt surprisingly good.

Warmth spread through Milo's body at the offer of going home with Akito. "That sounds lovely," he mumbled, already beginning to drift off in contentment. As sleep threatened to overtake him, he wrapped an arm around Akito's waist, anchoring themself to the other's reassuring presence. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope for them yet...

As Milo drifted in and out of sleep, his cheeks flushed with dreams of being loved and cared for, the warmth and comfort of Akito's embrace enveloping him like a security blanket. Each breath brought with it a sense of peace, of acceptance; despite knowing that this was all an illusion, that their relationship was built on deception and power struggles, he couldn't help but feel safe and cherished. Perhaps, somewhere deep down inside where no one could see, he wanted this; he wanted Akito to be happy, even if it meant giving up everything else. And so, as the hours passed and the sky outside darkened, Milo remained nestled against the brute, his heart filled with a fragile hope that someday, things might change between them.

As Milo slept, his body curled into the warmth radiating from Akito, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. In his dreams, he was free; free from the pain and loneliness that had plagued him for so long, free from the burdens of reality. He felt weightless, like he could fly or float among the stars, basking in the light of Akito's affection. It was a beautiful dream, one he never wanted to wake up from; because while it might have been nothing more than a fantasy, it was the closest thing he had ever felt to being truly loved.

And so, he let himself drift deeper into slumber, savoring every moment of peace and contentment, clinging tightly to the hope that maybe, just maybe, they could find some semblance of happiness together in this twisted world.

His eyelids flickered open lazily as he yawned, stretching luxuriously under the blankets. The first thing he became aware of was the warm weight pressing against his back, the steady rhythm of someone else's breathing. His heart skipped a beat before it raced with excitement. Was he still dreaming? No, no; the bed beneath him felt too real, too solid... And then there was the scent, unmistakably Akito.

Smiling sleepily, he turned over, curling closer to the brute. "Morning," he mumbled, resting his head on their shoulder. He couldn't help but feel a little giddy at the thought of spending another day like this, basking in the other's affection. Maybe, if he was lucky, they wouldn't get into any arguments today...

Milo smiled, pressing a quick kiss to the skin of Akito's neck. "Very well, thank you." There was a brief moment of hesitation before he continued, voice barely above a whisper, "So... Can we do that again tonight?"

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. It was an open invitation, a challenge even; Milo was testing the waters, seeing just how much leeway he had with his newfound... whatever this was. He held his breath, waiting for Akito's reply, feeling exposed and vulnerable under their scrutiny.

"Yes, it was amazing," Milo breathed, nuzzling deeper into Akito's warmth. His heart fluttered with anticipation and hope as he waited for them to say yes, to tell him it could happen again. Maybe... maybe there really was something between them after all. It felt too good to be true, but right now, in this moment, he didn't care about anything else but holding onto this fleeting sense of contentment.

He felt a surge of relief flood through him as Akito spoke, their voice husky with... what? Approval? Desire? Maybe both? He couldn't quite tell, but it didn't matter; the important thing was that they weren't saying no. Grinning like a fool, he buried his face against Akito's neck, savoring the scent of their skin and the heat emanating from their body. "Thank you," he mumbled, curling tighter around the brute. This was more than he had dared to hope for; perhaps things were looking up between them after all.

Milo paused for a moment, confused by the question. "W-walk?" He repeated, glancing up at Akito with a furrowed brow. His muscles ached pleasantly from last night's exertions, but he wasn't sure if that meant he would have trouble walking or not. Perhaps if he moved a little, tried to test them...

Tentatively, he sat up, wincing as his back protested the sudden movement. Gingerly, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, putting weight on them one at a time. To his relief, they seemed to hold steady. "Uh..." he began, glancing over at Akito again. "Yeah, I can walk." He said with a small, proud smile. "Are we going somewhere in particular today?"

With a playful huff, Milo rolled his eyes. "Oh, all right then. But don't expect me to clean up after myself if your clothes get ruined," he warned, pretending to glare. It was odd, how easily they were able to banter back and forth like this; it felt almost... normal. Like they actually had something resembling a friendship or even more than that. The thought made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, despite knowing how unlikely such a thing really was between them.

He stood up, testing his balance as he waited for Akito to lead the way to the bathroom. His movements were still stiff and awkward, but he supposed that was to be expected after everything that had happened last night. As they neared the door, he paused, looking up at Akito with a mischievous grin. "You know, you could always help me dress..." he suggested te

Milo let out an exaggerated sigh before pouting. "Fine, fine." He stepped closer to Akito, resting a hand on their hip. "But just because I let you dress me, doesn't mean we have to rush anywhere," he added meaningfully, tilting his head to the side with a sultry look in his eye. Perhaps there was room for some negotiation yet; if he played his cards right, maybe he could convince Akito to give him what he wanted... both tonight and beyond. It was worth a try, at least.

Glancing away sheepishly, Milo ducked his head in submission. "Sorry," he murmured softly. "It's just... I like how things are between us right now. I don't want anything to change that." There was a brief pause before he continued, "And if it means getting your attention... Well, then I guess I can be whatever you want me to be." His voice was hesitant, almost pleading; he couldn't help but feel desperate for their approval, for this newfound connection they seemed to share.

As they entered the bathroom, he reached out to take a step toward the counter where clothes were neatly arranged, hoping that by showing submission he might earn himself another chance at having what he truly desired: Akito's heart.

Milo took another small step forward, gazing up at Akito with an expression of almost painful yearning. "Please," he whispered hoarsely. "Just let me keep being... this." He gestured vaguely between them, unable to find the words to describe what exactly it was that he wanted so badly. "I don't want to go back to the way we used to be." The vulnerability in his voice was stark and naked; raw emotion flowing freely from him like blood from a fresh wound.

The silence stretched on as he waited for Akito's reply, every muscle tense with anticipation. If there was any hope for them, if they could somehow make this work, it would all hinge on what happened next...

His cheeks flushed crimson at the crude word, but something deep inside him thrilled at the thought of giving himself completely over to Akito like that. Gently, he nodded his agreement, feeling tiny sparks of desire flickering awake within him once more.

"I-I understand," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. As he looked up into Akito's eyes, he couldn't help but wonder how far they were willing to take this; how much further they could push the boundaries between pleasure and pain, submission and dominance. A part of him was terrified of the answers to those questions, but another part welcomed the uncertainty with open arms. He took another step closer, letting out a shaky breath as their bodies brushed against each other, sending electric currents coursing through him.

"Please..." he breathed, his voice hoarse with need

Heat rushed to Milo's cheeks as he felt Akito's warm breath caress his ear. His heart raced, threatening to burst free from his chest as anticipation coursed through him in powerful, nearly unbearable waves. "P-please... touch me," he stammered, arching his back slightly to offer easier access to his most sensitive places. With a gasp, he closed his eyes, feeling impossibly vulnerable under Akito's intense gaze; but there was something more too, something liberating about giving himself over like this. It was almost like... he belonged to them now. The thought sent a wave of achingly sweet surrender spiraling through him, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensations building within him, growing more urgent by the second.

The air seemed to crackle with energy as they stood there, so close that their bodies were practically

A low moan escaped Milo's lips as Akito's touch sent shudders running up and down his spine. He could feel every rough stroke, every teasing caress, the heat from their body enveloping him like a blanket. It was intoxicating; addictive even. With a quiet whimper, he pressed closer against the brute, arching his hips further into their touch, seeking more contact, wanting to be owned completely. As if in answer, Akito's other hand slid lower, cupping his hip and massaging the tender skin just above where his thigh met his pelvis. His breath came faster now, ragged gasps punctuated by little mewls of pleasure that sounded so foreign coming from him, but felt so right in this moment.

"Please..." he whispered again, unable to formulate any coherent thought beyond the need for release. His

Pain flashed through him at the intrusion, followed quickly by an almost unbearable pleasure. Milo's eyes widened as he let out a sharp gasp, pressing back against Akito reflexively. He felt oddly full with the invading digit, stretched impossibly tight around it, but something deep inside him craved more. The sensation was overwhelming, consuming; driving him closer to the edge of sanity with each passing second.

With a shuddering moan, he buried his face against Akito's neck, feeling helpless under their onslaught of touches. Their steady rhythm grew bolder, teasing and probing until another finger joined the first, filling him completely and leaving no room for air or anything else except for the feel of Akito within him. It was a tight fit, but somehow, miraculously, it also felt perfect

Milo's mind reeled, drowning in a sea of pleasure and pain as he struggled to breathe around Akito's neck. They were right; he was so wet, aching for release, needing them to give it to him. "Please," he gasped again, arching into their hand even further. "More... I want you..." His voice trailed off into a soft whimper as their fingers continued to thrust in and out, relentless in their pursuit of bringing him to completion. It felt like forever before they finally began to move faster, harder, closer to that elusive peak where every muscle would tense and release in one long, drawn-out sigh. He clung to them desperately, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, making his legs weak with longing.

With a sharp cry, Milo arches back, offering himself up to Akito as the other pushes against him. The feeling of cool air touching sensitive skin only intensifies the pleasure, the knowledge that he's on display for them like this sending shivers down his spine. As warmth begins to pool at his entrance, he breathes harder, trying to steady himself for what's about to come.

"Yes," he whispers hoarsely, staring intently at their reflection in the mirror. "Please... fill me." His voice cracks as he speaks, each word laced with desire and need. He feels stretched and aching, but there's something exhilarating about being so vulnerable and exposed like this; about trusting Akito enough to let them claim him completely.

Milo lets out a keening noise, unable to contain the sounds building up deep within him. The sensation of Akito's thick length sliding against his hole sends shockwaves through his entire body, making his muscles tremble and his eyes roll back into his head. With a rough groan, he spreads his legs wider, pressing back against the brute, urging them closer. He can feel every vein and ridge of their cock against his entrance, teasing him mercilessly, driving him higher and higher towards the edge.

He thinks he might scream if they don't just push inside him already; if they don't finally take what is so clearly theirs. But then again, the anticipation is almost unbearable, and he's not entirely sure how he would survive if it ended too quickly. So he grits his teeth, bites down on his lip, and end

A sharp pain erupts throughout his body as Akito penetrates him, filling him completely. He gasps loudly, arching forward over the counter as waves of pleasure crash over him in a hot, salty wave. His mind goes blank for a moment, lost in the sensations bombarding him, but then Akito begins to move; each thrust pushing deeper, harder than the last. Every time they hit bottom, he feels himself splitting open under the force, stretched impossibly wide by their incredible size. The thought of having something so big inside him sends a shudder through his entire body, making it clench tight around them with each retreat. The friction is exquisite agony and blissful relief all rolled into one, driving him closer and closer to his peak with every powerful thrust.

As his body begins to tense, ready to release into the most intense orgasm of his life, he thinks

Panting, Milo glances down in the mirror, meeting his own eyes. He's dazed and distant, still gripped by pleasure and pain in equal measure. Seeing himself like this, spread out and exposed, pinned against the mirror with nothing but Akito holding him up... it's strangely arousing. The reflection staring back at him looks drugged and helpless, desperate for more. His breath hitches as he realizes the power he has over them too; the control they're willing to give him in exchange for this raw, animalistic connection. It intoxicates him, drives him higher even as his body begins to shatter around Akito's cock.

He moans, arching further back, offering himself up completely. With a broken sound escaping his lips, he comes, white liquid splashing across the mirror and onto the counter as wave after wave

Shuddering beneath Akito's weight, Milo feels his body clench rhythmically around their spooning coil of flesh. Panting, his head lolls limply to one side as he tries to catch his breath. Slowly, reluctantly, the sensations begin to fade, leaving behind a pleasant aching in his muscles and an almost euphoric sense of relaxation. He vaguely registers the knowledge that they've come together, filling him with their seed, but all he really wants is to rest like this for a little while longer, basking in the glow of their affection.

He nestles closer against Akito, nuzzling his face into their shoulder. The feel of their skin against his is impossibly comforting; it's like he could fall asleep right here and be content forever. He hums softly, drifting off into a hazy, blissful sleep. As dreams begin to dance across his eyelids, he realizes that he hasn't thought about bullying Akito once since they started... well... you know. It seems strange, somehow - as if there's been some kind of shift between them, deeper than anything superficial. Maybe, just maybe, there's hope for them after all.

With a snort, Milo opened one eye lazily. For a moment, he wondered what made him decide that he wanted a bath in the first place, but then the aches and pains of their lovemaking registered and he realized it was probably a good idea. Rolling onto his back, he yawned widely, stretching out and revealing his pale body coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Akito looked so regal and strong above him, even covered in tiny flecks of perspiration; the sight made something warm and fuzzy stir deep inside him. "That sounds nice," he murmured before closing his eye again.

Milo muttered something incoherent and shifted uncomfortably beneath the blanket, half asleep but vaguely aware that someone was speaking to him. "Hmm?" he managed to mumble, yawning again before opening one eye to peer up at Akito. "Oh. Hi." He paused for a moment, considering how best to respond. "So... you're really okay with this?"

He gestured vaguely between them, unable to voice his thoughts properly while still half-asleep. The idea of actually being friends - or even something more - with Akito was so foreign and yet somehow so appealing that it made him feel like he could float away on a cloud if he let himself think about it too much.

He shrugged one shoulder in reply, his expression softening as he looked at Akito with a mixture of hope and confusion. "I don't know... I just thought maybe you were just pretending or something." The idea that they could be together like this - intimately, emotionally - was so far beyond anything he had ever imagined possible that it made him feel light-headed. Maybe... just maybe there was more to life than bullying people and living in fear of your own feelings. It was a strange realization, but one he found himself wanting to explore further now that the possibility had been presented to him.

"So," he began, hesitantly wrapping his arms around himself beneath the blanket. "If you're okay with this... I mean, if we could be... together... like this..." He trailed off, not quite sure how to finish the thought or even what it was that he wanted to say.

The corner of Milo's mouth quirks up into a small, uncertain smile at Akito's comment. "Maybe," he admits, "but I meant more like... outside of the bedroom. Being friends, or... whatever this is, I guess." He pauses, looking for some sign from Akito that they're on the same page here. But when none seems forthcoming, he plunges ahead anyway. "I know we don't really talk much anymore, but I miss it. All the things we used to do... even fighting sometimes." He shrugs helplessly, feeling like an idiot for saying it out loud. Maybe it's just because they had sex and everything feels different now; maybe there's no going back from something as intense as that.

But even so, he can't help hoping. Hoping that there might still be a chance for them to find some sort of

Milo blushes deeply at the suggestion, eyes widening. It's a strange thought - having such a close relationship with someone and not being entirely sure what it means. Does it mean they could be boyfriends? Lovers? Just... together? The idea both thrills and terrifies him in equal measure. After all, if they were anything other than enemies before this... well, where does that leave them now? And more importantly, where does it leave their burgeoning relationship?

Tentatively, he reaches out and touches Akito's arm, his fingertips barely grazing the skin. The brute's muscles tense beneath his touch briefly before relaxing again into the caress. "I don't know," he whispers softly. "Maybe... we could figure it out together?" He looks up at Akito hopefully, searching for some sign that they're on the same

Milo nods agreement, allowing himself to be soothed by the gentle touch. It feels nice to have someone take care of him like this; someone who understands what he's been through and isn't afraid to show it. With a contented sigh, he closes his eyes once more, relaxing further into the warmth of Akito's body. "Thank you," he murmurs softly as sleep claims him again. For now, at least, the uncertainty seems less daunting; less frightening. Maybe, just maybe, they really can figure it all out together.

Wrapped in the warmth and strength of Akito's body, Milo slept soundly, his heart fluttering with hope and anticipation at the possibilities that lay before them. He dreamed vivid dreams of being together; laughing, fighting, loving - all the things they had once done as enemies but now so much more. In his dreams, they were equal partners, their lives intertwined like the fingers they clutched tightly in slumber.

As morning crept into the room, casting a pale light across the bed, Milo slowly stirred awake, the unfamiliar feeling of contentment lingering around him like a soft, warm blanket. The realization that he was cuddled up against Akito only served to intensify these feelings; it was as if they had found some sort of balance between them overnight - something neither could have predicted or fought against even if they tried.