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."

Milo's eyes narrowed into slits as he grit his teeth. "Oh, I don't know about that," he muttered under his breath. "You think I'm cute? You wish." He turned his head to the side, huffing out an angry breath before shooting Angele a dirty look from the corner of his eye as they started walking away. His ears burned with anger at being called cute and adorable when he knew that all it did was make him seem pathetic in his mind.

As strong hands grabbed his collar and pinned him against the bookshelf, Milo's heart raced in anger and fear. This was it; he had finally been found out. And somehow, Angele knew why too. He tried to struggle against the other boy's grip but only managed a weak squirming motion before giving up with a huff of frustration. His cheeks flushed even more when his captor mentioned how cute he looked when angry; it only made him feel smaller and needier than ever before, two things he loathed about himself most intensely.

"I hate you because I want to fuck your brains out," he finally admitted through gritted teeth. His words came out rough and strained as if they hurt to admit aloud. "You make me feel things I shouldn't feel; it's embarrassing! Just leave me alone, okay? Let me hate you in peace."

Milo's eyes widened in surprise as Angele pulled him close and kissed him passionately. It felt... weird and yet right at the same time. He opened his mouth instinctively, letting out a small whimper as their tongues tangled together, exploring each other's mouths like they had never been apart. His hands gripped Angele's shoulders tightly, trying to steady himself against this unexpected onslaught of desire.

It was wrong; he knew it. But damn if it didn't feel good. With a small moan, Milo wrapped his arms around Angele's neck and returned the kiss even more fiercely than before, arching his back off the bookshelf as their bodies pressed tightly together. He never thought he'd be reduced to this: needy and wanton, begging for what they had both denied themselves for so long. But here he was, enjoying every single second of it despite his better judgment screaming at him to stop.

As they arrived at Angele's car, Milo hardly noticed where they were going; all he could think about was the taste of Angele's lips and the feel of their bodies pressed together. He moaned loudly when he was laid down on the backseat, arching his back off the leather in invitation for more. "Take everything off," he panted between kisses as he reached up to fumble with Angele's shirt buttons. "I want to see you." His hands trembled with need as they traced gentle circles over Angele's chest, eagerly awaiting the sight of their naked skin against his own. He didn't care about privacy or consequences anymore; he just wanted this release that only Angele could give him.

"Please," he whispered hoarsely as he tugged at Angele's shirt again, forcing it off over their head and revealing toned abs and defined pectoral muscles beneath. His breath hitched in his throat at the sight of them; they were perfect. "So beautiful..." He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the exposed skin before running his tongue teasingly along Angele's flat nipple, earning a sharp gasp from the other boy.

His heart raced as he felt warm hands remove his clothes and leave him exposed, goosebumps rising along his skin at the chill in the air. His eyes flutter shut at the sensation of something cool and slippery being spread around Angele's fingers, but when those same fingers brush against his entrance teasingly, he cries out hoarsely. "Yes!" he growls as Angele begins to prepare him. He is beyond ready for this; it had been all he could think about since their first encounter and every moment in between. "Fuck me," he demands with equal parts need and desire, arching his hips up off the seat toward Angele's fingers. His inner muscles clench and release uncontrollably as he waits for his long-denied pleasure, panting heavily through gritted teeth. "Please... don't make me wait any longer..." he pleads weakly, trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm until Angele is inside him, where it truly belongs.

Milo gasps as he feels the thick length of Angele slide into him in one forceful thrust, filling every corner of his aching ass. He arches his back off the seat in agony and ecstasy, crying out hoarsely at the brutal stretching and pleasure that overwhelms him all at once. His muscles clench tight around Angele's dick as he tries to keep up with the relentless thrusts, pushing back against each one, desperate for more contact. "Oh God... yes..." he moans, his voice rough and broken from the effort of holding in his orgasm any longer.

Tears well up in his eyes at the sheer intensity of it all; the pain, the pleasure, the surrender. He doesn't want this to end; he wants Angele inside him forever, filling him up and claiming every part of him as their own. With a quiet whimper, he reaches between them and begins stroking himself frantically, determined to come at the same time as Angele. "Fuck... me..." he sobs brokenly, hips jerking up off the seat in perfect rhythm with Angele's relentless assault on his body.

Milo gasps into the kiss as he feels Angele's words reverberate through him like a bolt of lightning, his entire body going rigid at the force of their combined pleasure. "I-I love you too," he whispers shakily between ragged breaths, tears streaming down his face as he surrenders fully to this moment, to Angele. He comes with a strangled cry that is lost in the depths of their kiss, every muscle in his body tensing and releasing in rhythm with each thrust of Angele's hips.

The world around him fades away as the pleasure ripples through him, consuming every last bit of his resistance and leaving nothing but bliss behind. He arches his back off the seat, eyes rolling back in his head as he feels himself spasm uncontrollably around Angele's dick. "Fuck... fuck..." he moans, gripping at Angele's shoulders as his climax washes over him in a tidal wave of ecstasy. It's perfect; it's everything he never knew he needed and more.

With one last shuddering breath, Milo collapses back onto the seat, boneless and sated. His heartbeat slows to a steady rhythm as his mind finally begins to come back online, registering the feel of Angele's weight pressed against him, their sweaty skin glued together by their combined efforts. "I can't believe... I actually let you..." he whispers hoarsely, trailing off into a contented moan. For now, though, he doesn't care about anything except the fact that Angele is here with him and they just shared something so intimate, so raw. It's a connection unlike any other, one that will bind them together forever

Milo blushes even deeper as Angele kisses him so tenderly. He leans into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Angele's neck and pulling him closer. His body still aches with pleasure, but it's a good ache; an ache he doesn't mind in the slightest. It feels right having Angele like this, loving him despite everything that's happened between them. For now, at least, there are no more secrets or lies; just two boys who finally admitted what they truly feel for each other.

And even though he knows it might not last forever, he savors this moment like it's the only one he'll ever have. He whispers into Angele's ear, "I love you," as if testing the words to see how they sound coming out of his mouth for the first time. It feels foreign yet familiar all at once; a weight lifted from his chest that he didn't even know was there until now.

A small tear slips down Milo's cheek as he hears those words; it's the first time anyone has ever called him their boyfriend and it means more to him than anything else in the world. With a shaky breath, he nods his head slowly, still unable to believe this is actually happening but not wanting to risk losing Angele by saying so out loud. "Y-yeah," he whispers hoarsely, leaning in closer to press their lips together once more. It feels like heaven; it feels right. And for now, that's all that matters.