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 felt like a tiny fly trapped against the cold metal of the shelf as his hips wiggled weakly in protest beneath your larger frame, those puffy, angry cheeks practically quivering with indignation. His large brown eyes widened in disbelief and anger, burning into yours as he tried futilely to wriggle free from your iron grip. "Let me go!" he squeaked pathetically.

But deep down...there was a tiny part of him that didn't want you to let him go. Because despite his insistence otherwise, Milo wanted nothing more than for you to fuck the living shit out of him.

Milo whined softly, unable to meet your gaze as he shifted awkwardly beneath your grip. "No..." he mumbled, eyes darting away for a brief moment before snapping back into focus when you asked if he'd been fighting again. It was true; he had gotten into a scuffle earlier today, but that didn't mean anything! Well...not to him, anyway.

As much as it pained him to admit it, Milo wished you would fight with him right now. In fact, he secretly longed for the day when you'd finally put your hands on him and make him yours...completely. His cheeks flushed crimson at the thought, heat rushing southward to his neck and chest as desire pooled unbidden in his loins.

But he couldn't show that side of himself to you; not if he ever wanted a chance with you. So instead, Milo snorted derisively and squirmed even more, trying desperately to free himself from your iron grip."Fuck you," he muttered petulantly, refusing to meet your gaze as embarrassment and shame washed over him in waves.

Milo bit his lip as he felt the warmth spread across his cheeks at your words; it was true that you had been one of the few people who had shown him any kindness growing up, and despite everything else, he did care about you. But he couldn't let you see that! No way in hell would he ever let you know how much their presence meant to him.

So instead, Milo blinked rapidly, trying desperately to keep his expression neutral as he glanced up at your face. He took a shaky breath and then nodded fractionally before mumbling, "Yeah...some jerk on the basketball court got in my face about something stupid..."

His gaze flickered down for just a moment, betraying his true feelings as he remembered how satisfying it had been to slap that smug smile right off the other boy's face. God, how much he wished you could have seen that...

Milo sank back against the shelf, his shoulders slumping as he felt a pang of guilt at your disappointed tone. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact with you. "It just...he was asking for it, and I wanted him to know not to fuck with me." He bit his lip nervously, wondering if this admission would only make things worse between the two of you.

Truth be told, Milo didn't actually want you to be disappointed in him; despite his efforts to pretend otherwise, he cared deeply about your opinion and approval. It was just...so hard to show that side of himself when all he could think about was how much he wanted you to fuck him senseless. The tension between them seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment as Milo struggled with his conflicting emotions.

Milo glanced up at you warily as your hand rested on his shoulder, a mix of gratitude and confusion flashing across his features. He wondered briefly if you were just humoring him, or if there was some other reason why you'd suddenly gone easy on him. Either way, he couldn't help but feel a surge of relief at being freed from your grip.

Still feeling slightly vulnerable, Milo stuck close to your side as the two of you made their way back to their usual spot in the library. "Thanks..." he muttered, looking down at his feet awkwardly. Despite everything, there was a part of him that just wanted to be near you...to feel your presence and bask in the warmth it brought to his chest.

But then again, maybe that was just the masochistic side of him talking.

The mention of wanting to do something for him made Milo's heart race a bit faster in his chest; there was no way he could possibly admit it, but the truth was that he wanted nothing more than for you to fuck him senseless. He wanted to feel your rough hands on his body, hear your grunts of pleasure as you took him from behind. But how could he tell you that? It would just make things worse, right?

With a hesitant glance in your direction, Milo licked his lips nervously before managing to choke out, "D-do you wanna...hang out?" His voice came out sounding pathetic and needy, even to his own ears. God, why couldn't he just keep his stupid mouth shut?

Milo's face lit up with a bright smile as you agreed to hang out. It was like a warmth spread through his chest, making him feel happier than he had in ages. Maybe...just maybe there was hope for them yet. But no, that couldn't be right; it had to be some sort of cruel joke on the universe or something.

As they settled into their usual spots beside each other, Milo made a conscious effort to ignore the growing bulge in his pants as he focused instead on getting your attention. He could feel himself becoming more flirtatious and playful than usual, relishing the way you'd occasionally glance his way with an amused expression. Perhaps if he kept it up, just maybe...

But deep down, Milo knew that he was only setting himself up for heartbreak. It wasn't fair to expect you to reciprocate his feelings when all he could do was act like a jealous brat most of the time. Still, hope remained; feeble and fragile, but there nonetheless. And as long as it existed within him, Milo knew that he would keep on trying...no matter how futilely.

A flush crept up Milo's neck as he felt your eyes on him, and his heart gave a little flutter of excitement. He shifted slightly closer to you, their shoulders almost brushing, as he leaned in conspiratorially. "So...you wanna do something fun tonight?" he whispered, batting his eyelashes coquettishly. God, was he really being this forward? This brazen? It felt so good...

But then there was the tiny voice of reason in the back of his mind, reminding him that you probably didn't feel the same way; it was just a stupid joke or something. He forced a playful smirk and glanced away for a moment before stealing another peek at your profile, hoping to catch some hint of how you were really feeling.

Milo let out a quiet gasp as he felt your hands squeeze his ass roughly through his jeans. His face flushed even redder as he looked up at you, those big brown eyes wide with surprise and desire. "Hnn..." was all he could manage before you pulled him closer, trapping his head between your chest and the cold metal of the shelf.

The feel of your strong, calloused hands on his soft behind sent a jolt of pleasure through Milo's body, making it difficult to think straight. His hips rocked forward instinctively, seeking more contact with those skilled fingers. "Y-yes..." he whispered hoarsely. "This is exactly what I wanted." And it was the truth; all he had ever wanted was you.

With a trembling hand, Milo reached up to tentatively touch your cheek, feeling the rough texture of stubble beneath his fingers. It only served to heighten his arousal as he leaned in closer, pressing their lips together in a passionate, hungry kiss. He could taste your breath, feel your heart racing against his own, and with every beat they shared, it only drove him deeper into the throes of desire.

In that moment, Milo knew that no matter what happened next, he would follow you wherever you went; give himself to you completely, body and soul. He was yours.

Milo's back arched as you pushed your finger into him, and a moan escaped his lips as he clung tightly to your neck. His hips bucked wildly against your hand, seeking more of the sensation that had exploded through his body. It felt so good to finally be with you like this; to know that after all these years, you wanted him as much as he'd always wanted you.

His lips parted in a shuddering breath as your tongue danced expertly with his, their mouths joining together in a fierce, almost brutal kiss. Milo gripped at the fabric of your shirt, feeling the taut muscles beneath his fingers and relishing the rough texture against his sensitive skin. His legs tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer as he grinded against your finger, desperate for release.

The feelings that surged through him were overwhelming; a heady mix of lust, desire, and something else...something deeper. It was love, pure and simple. And as the two of them continued their passionate embrace in the quiet corner of the library, Milo knew that there was nothing more he wanted than for this feeling to last forever.

Milo gasped as he was roughly deposited on the library table, his heart racing even faster than before. As soon as your finger left him, a sudden feeling of loss overwhelmed him, and his hips twitched uselessly in an attempt to find some other source of pleasure. Instead, all he could do was gaze up at you with wide, pleading eyes, silently begging for more.

The feel of your hard length pressed against his face sent a thrill through him; the knowledge that you were so close and yet still just out of reach made him even more desperate to taste and touch and be owned by you. With trembling hands, he reached up to grip at your pants, trying to pull them down so he could finally have what he'd always wanted...you.

His lips parted in a low moan as his fingers brushed against the bulge in your jeans; it was even bigger than he'd imagined, and the thought of taking all of it deep inside himself made him shiver with anticipation. He stared up at you, pleading silently for permission to taste you, to have you fill every orifice until they both ached from the sensation.

Milo's eyes widened in surprise at the size of your cock, but his arousal only grew more intense as he looked upon it. "O-okay," he stammered, voice shaking with excitement and nervousness. Reaching up with trembling hands, he grasped at your hips for support, his breath hot against the velvety head of your cock.

He leaned forward slowly, taking as much of you into his mouth as he could manage at once. It stretched him impossibly wide, making him gag and choke a little; but even that only served to heighten the sensation, sending a shudder of pleasure through his body. With each desperate, trembling breath, Milo worked to accommodate more of your massive cock into his tight little mouth.

His tongue flicked out hesitantly, tasting the salty flesh before him; it was far sweeter than anything he'd ever imagined it could be. His hands clenched into fists as pleasure overwhelmed him, making every muscle in his body tensing with need. He looked up at you through a haze of lust and adoration, praying that you would let him take all of you; that he would never have to give you up.

The feel of your cock stretching his throat was exquisite agony, making his eyes water and his head spin with desire. He moaned around you, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body as he slowly began to take more of you into him. There was no way this could be happening; not in real life...and yet here they were. It was like a dream come true.

Milo gagged and choked as you pushed your entire length into his throat, the thick shaft stretching his esophagus to its limit. His eyes watered even more, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks; but still he refused to pull away from you. The feeling of being so completely owned by you was indescribable; it sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through him, making every muscle in his body tense with need.

His fingers dug painfully into your hips as he struggled to breathe around the massive cock filling his throat. With each ragged breath, more of you slid deeper inside him, bringing with it a fresh surge of desire that threatened to overwhelm him completely. His mouth was filled with the taste of you; salty and musky and impossibly addictive. He moaned loudly around your cock, his voice muffled by the flesh stretching his throat.

With a shuddering gasp, Milo came, his entire body arching in shock as pleasure rippled through him like a bolt of lightning. His mouth spasmed around your cock, milking it even as he shot thick ropes of come down your abdomen and onto the library table beneath them. For several long moments, he remained there, panting heavily as his body slowly returned to something resembling normal.

Finally, when he was sure he could breathe again, Milo looked up at you through a haze of lust and adoration, eyes glazed over with satisfaction. "I love you..." he whispered hoarsely, the words barely audible even to his own ears. But they came out anyway; unbidden and raw and honest. It didn't matter that it was crazy or