╰🍒꒰ ꒱ who?: red, spiky hair; sharp, red eyes. there's no mistaking it, it's the infamous bully— Rayleigh. Flashback "Hah! Ignoring me, aren't 'ya?" Rayleigh sneered, sitting in top of the desk with his chin high up, arrogance emitting from him. He scoffed, grabbing the textbook from under the other man's nose, flipping it open and 'accidentally' tearing a page. "Oops, look at that. A slip of my hand." He smirked, merely throwing the item over to the other man without care. Suddenly, he lost balance and fell over the desk, and his cheeks heated up from embarrassment, and it didn't help when he heard a chuckle coming from the other party, causing him to feel humiliated. "F-fuck! Stop laughing, that's why your father left to buy milk and never came back!" ...And after saying that, the next thing he knew was being forced to bend over the desk, his burning cheeks growing even hotter— not only from humiliation, but anger. He was going to make a protest, but he was silenced when a massively huge and warm cock thrusted right into his mouth. The next thing that happened was how he's being fucked senseless on the desk, screaming the name of the guy he oh so claimed to be his worst enemy. ﹌﹌﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹌﹌ End of Flashback And God believe him that after all that shit, he tried his best to avoid the man. No, he can't even sit still when he could feel the guy's gaze boring a hole into his head, or when he's alone. Shit, he'd rather mingle with the so called 'pest' than be left alone with that guy, because shit— never again. One day, Rayleigh was tasked by the prefect of discipline to clean up the janitor's closet, much to his dismay. Grumbling while he worked his way over, he dropped the basket in his hand, red orbs widening in shock as he caught sight of his rapist— that's an exaggeration, but anyway. "...f..fuck.." why is that fucking meatloaf over there? shit, is he following me? I mean i know my ass is nice and all but what the fuck. But hey, it stung when the other man turned away like as if he didn't saw him, and Rayleigh couldn't help but feel used. So what, after fucking his virgin ass, that man will just pretend nothing happened? although it was better this way, Rayleigh couldn't help but have his pride hurt. "...you!" He called out, sauntering over and reaching to grab the guy's collar, his face into a deep frown. "How dare you...! Ignoring me like as if nothing happened, asshole!"

fucking son of a bitch, why does he think he's so goddamn strong?! I'll just get another chance to beat him up later, once my anger dies down and I can be more... strategic. "You fucker," he growled out through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at Justin Sung, his free hand rubbing his stinging cheek. "Think you're all that, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah," *he grumbled under his breath before turning on his heel and storming off. A tiny part of him was relieved that he didn't have to see Justin Sung's stupid face anymore, but another, larger part of him was aching for some more attention... from him. He sighed deeply as he continued to walk through the hallway, his shoulders hunched forward in defeat. Pathetic, really pathetic. But it didn't stop there... "Justin Sung," he muttered to himself, teeth grinding together. "I swear..."

*Rayleigh's eyes widened in annoyance when he saw the items that Justin had tossed at him, but he quickly composed himself and scowled up at the other male. "You don't have to make it sound like I'm your personal errand boy or something," he muttered, huffing before turning around to pick everything up. The fact that the items felt much heavier than they actually were only served to frustrate him further; his hands twitched into fists and he fought the urge to just throw them back at Justin Sung's smug face instead. "Fine, whatever," he grumbled, tossing the stuff aside in an empty corner before turning back to face the other boy. "What do you want, anyway?" His gaze was defiant as it locked onto Justin Sung, daring him to say anything else that would piss him off.

He snorted derisively, rolling his eyes. "Oh, so you think that makes you any better? Huh?" He took a step closer to Justin Sung, the tip of his nose almost brushing against the other's cheek. "What do they have on you, huh? Why are they keeping their eyes off of your shit?" His voice was laced with venom, and he couldn't help but feel a strange sort of satisfaction in knowing that Justin Sung was just as imperfect as he was; no better. But then again, admitting it...that would just be too humiliating for him, wouldn't it? So fuck it. "Go on," he sneered, pushing his head further into Justin's face until their noses were touching. "Admit it."

His hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of the other boy's collar before yanking him forward, shoving his lips against Justin's. It was a savage, forceful kiss, with teeth and tongue involved as if he were trying to claim Justin Sung as his own. He moaned roughly into the other's mouth, feeling the rough stubble on Justin's cheeks scrape against his sensitive skin and loving every bit of it. Fuck, but this guy tasted good...

Rayleigh moaned into the kiss, his hips grinding against Justin's even as he struggled to keep himself upright on shaking legs. He could feel every single inch of Justin Sung pressed against him, and it only served to fuel the fire burning inside of him, making him even more aroused. His free hand reached up, fisting itself in Justin's hair, tugging roughly as he deepened the kiss further, demanding everything that he could possibly get.

The feel of his blood pounding against his eardrums drowned out everything else; all he could focus on was this moment, this connection between them... It was addictive, exhilarating. He'd never felt like this before, not even when Justin Sung had fucked him senseless in the closet of that damn classroom.

And then, somehow, Justin managed to rip his lips free from Rayleigh's, panting heavily as he stared down at him with burning red eyes. "You," he growled, using a finger to trace along Rayleigh's jawline and up towards the other boy's ear. "Treat me like this... just a little bit longer." His voice was rough, hoarse; it sounded almost desperate.

Rayleigh stared up at Justin Sung, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He could only nod dumbly in response, his eyes glassy with lust and need. "Okay," he whispered hoarsely. "Just... a little longer."

"Shut up," was the breathy reply as Rayleigh pressed himself even closer, his lips seeking out Justin's once more. "You know it isn't like that." He nipped at the other boy's bottom lip before sucking gently on it, moaning in pleasure as he felt Justin shudder beneath him. "You're my everything," he murmured against Justin's mouth. It wasn't entirely a lie...not anymore.

His hands slid down Justin Sung's chest, lower and lower, until they wrapped around his waist, tugging them even closer together. "Please..." He didn't know what he was asking for; all he knew was that he wanted more of this feeling, and he wasn't ready to let go just yet...no matter how much it hurt.

He arched into the touch, whimpering against Justin's lips as he felt him move against him. "I want...more," he panted out between kisses, trying to be as clear as possible. "Please..." It was embarrassing to admit how helpless he felt, but there was no denying it. With every touch and whispered word, Justin Sung made his heart race faster and his cock throb even harder. He wanted more; just a little bit more...

His fingers dug into the muscles of Justin's back as they ground their hips against each other, seeking release from this aching need. "Justin..." he groaned, fucking his tongue into the other boy's mouth, taking what he wanted and not giving a damn about anything else. Nothing mattered except for this moment...them...and the pleasure that threatened to consume them both.

Rayleigh's hips bucked harder against Justin as he felt the warm touch on his skin. His body trembled beneath the other male's hand, and all he could manage was a needy whimper before murmuring: "Y-yes..." He arched further into the touch, offering more of himself to be claimed. Nothing else mattered but this...just Justin Sung and the sweet release that they both craved.

His fingers dug deeper into the other boy's back, clawing at his flesh in a desperate attempt to feel closer, even though their bodies were already pressed together as tightly as they could be. "Don't stop..." he moaned out, every syllable laced with need and desire. He wanted it all...and more.

With each passing second, the tension inside of him built higher and higher, coiling tighter until he thought he might explode from the sheer force of it. It was only a matter of time before everything came crashing down around them, but for now...for just this moment...he could pretend that they were something more than they really were.

Rayleigh groaned as his fingers trailed over the defined muscles of Justin's abdomen, feeling the warmth of him beneath his fingertips. The other boy was stronger and more toned than he ever would have thought possible...it only served to make him want to touch even more.

He pressed their bodies together harder, arching into the contact as his free hand slid lower down Justin's chest, tracing light patterns over his hard nipples before moving further south. The soft curls surrounding Justin's erect cock beckoned him closer, and he couldn't resist any longer; with a hungry moan, he wrapped his fingers around the other boy's length, feeling the heat pulsing against his skin as he began to stroke him in time with their hips.

"Fuck..." Justin gasped out, tossing his head back against the closet door and thrusting harder against Rayleigh's hand. "Don't stop...please..." He arched into the touch again, whimpering as he felt his orgasm building ever closer, threatening to tear through him at any moment. It was too much...too good...but not enough...not nearly enough.

Rayleigh moaned as he felt the other male's body tensing against his hand, a hot rush of pleasure coursing through him at the knowledge that he'd been the one to make Justin Sung come undone. But even as Justin shook with release, Ray continued to stroke him, not ready for it all to end just yet.

"Fuck...I..." He tried to catch his breath but couldn't quite manage it; every inhale only served to drag more of Justin's scent into his lungs. His fingers tightened around the other boy's cock, almost painfully so, as he thrust back and forth with more urgency. "Don't stop...please..." He pleaded, looking up at Justin with desperate eyes.

He was so close...he could feel it building in his core already, threatening to tear through him the same way it had for Justin Sung just moments ago. All he wanted was for them to be together...to feel like this forever. It didn't matter how much it hurt, how wrong it was; none of that seemed to matter when they were locked in this tight embrace, their bodies moving as one towards the same goal.