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."

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" Milo snorted indignantly, giving the book another frustrated tug. "Go away, I can do this myself!" The bratty bottom crossed his arms and puffed out his cheeks in an attempt at looking fierce. He glared daggers at Levi as they sat down, daring them to get any closer. "You're just a stupid fucking jock," Milo continued, trying not to sound too breathless from exertion. "Why are you even here? Shouldn't you be doing something manly and sweaty instead of bothering me?" The small male huffed loudly before looking away petulantly, deciding it was taking too long to reach the damn book.

"I don't fucking need your help," Milo growled out through gritted teeth, turning his attention back to the book. But as he struggled again, his muscles straining with every attempt to reach it, he couldn't help but feel a burning sensation in his cheeks. "It's my goddamn fault for coming to the wrong place," Milo muttered under his breath, huffing angrily when Levi didn't immediately disappear. The small male shot them another venomous glare, reluctantly admitting that maybe getting assistance from the big jock wasn't such a bad idea after all. "Fine!" Milo snapped at last, finally giving in. "But make it quick."

With a soft groan, Milo leaned back into the solid hands holding him up. The sudden change in angle made it easier for him to reach the manga he'd been struggling with, and he didn't bother protesting as Levi held onto his upper body firmly, their warm breath tickling the nape of Milo's neck. As much as he wanted to hate this situation, a part of him found it oddly comforting... and arousing. "Hurry up," he muttered between clenched teeth, blushing again despite his best efforts not to. His hands closed around the book tightly, ready to grab hold of it at last. "God you're strong..."

Milo was momentarily taken aback by the rough treatment as his feet suddenly met the ground again, nearly stumbling before he could catch his balance. "Whatever," he mumbled, turning away to hide the flush spreading across his cheeks. Hastily stuffing the book into his bag, he shot one last vicious glare in Levi's direction. "Don't think this makes us friends or anything," Milo muttered under his breath as they walked away from each other, back toward their own areas of the library. "I still hate your fucking guts."

Scowling at the book he'd grabbed, Milo shot another dark look in Levi's direction before turning his attention back to the page. "What do you want?" he demanded coldly, trying his best not to let his annoyance show. "Why are you even sitting here anyway?" His heart hammered in his chest as he waited for the jock's reply, the tension between them palpable. Milo had never been very good at hiding his feelings, and right now, it was becoming harder and harder to deny that there was something more going on beneath the surface of their constant bickering.

Milo rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh as he continued to read the manga. "Whatever," he grumbled under his breath, still not sure why he was so bothered by Levi's presence. It wasn't like they ever actually did anything wrong, or that Milo didn't secretly enjoy their banter and arguments... The small male shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding eye contact with the taller male sitting nearby.

He supposed it was because he wanted Levi to pay attention to him; to want him as much as he did. Milo let out a small groan of frustration at his own thoughts before trying to focus on the manga again. It wasn't fair that he had these feelings and couldn't just tell Levi how he really felt, but... well, maybe if he kept being mean and pushing them away, they would eventually get the message and

"Hey!" Milo yelped indignantly as his manga was snatched away and promptly opened to a random page. He narrowed his eyes at the taller male before him, hands automatically clenching into fists in anger. "Give that back!" Despite himself, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered by the sudden change of events; their proximity and the forcefulness with which Levi had taken his manga made Milo's heart race and his face flush even deeper than before. But of course, he wasn't about to let that show. Not when there was still hope that maybe they could just be friends... or at least pretend to be until he could convince Levi otherwise.

"It's none of your business!" Milo snarled, reaching out to try and grab his manga back but stopping short when their hands accidentally brushed against each other instead. Heat spread through his entire body at the contact, making him shiver despite himself. "Just let me read it..."

The bratty bottom took a step closer to Levi, still trying to reach for his manga. His face was flushed from anger and embarrassment, eyes burning into the taller male's own, daring them not to give in. But there was something else there too; beneath the mask of aggression, Milo could feel himself growing more aroused by their proximity and the power dynamic between them. The realization both thrilled and terrified him at the same time...

Milo froze as he felt himself being pulled close against the hard wall of Levi's chest, their bodies pressed together. His heart raced and his breath came in short, ragged gasps as he met the taller male's gaze, the intensity of their stare sending shivers down his spine. It was a primal sort of connection, raw and animalistic, and despite himself, Milo couldn't help but find it exhilarating...

The small male swallowed hard before finding his voice again. "Fine," he grumbled out, huffing in annoyance. "It's just some stupid love story between two guys..." The admission stung a little as it came out of his mouth, but Milo forced himself to ignore it. He couldn't let Levi know that this was exactly what he wanted; to be loved and desired the way he desperately craved in

The air in the library seemed to thicken as Milo watched Levi step back and open his manga. The bratty bottom swallowed hard again, feeling a pang of loss when their bodies were no longer pressed together. "What do you want?" he finally managed to ask, his voice slightly huskier than before.

A part of him wanted to lash out, to be mean and spiteful like always, but there was something else there too; an undercurrent of desire that made Milo hesitant. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsure of how to proceed or what exactly he should say now that they were back at square one...

Milo glared up at Levi as the taller male pulled him close once again, his body warm and solid against his own. He didn't resist; instead, he found himself leaning into the other boy's chest, breathing in the clean scent of their skin. "You were," he mumbled, hating how truthful that sounded. But it felt good to be so close, to feel wanted... even if it was only as a means for annoyance. "But I hate you, you know," Milo added quickly, hoping to avoid any misinterpretation of his actions. "You're just my favorite person to pick on."

Milo fidgeted uncomfortably as he realized his mistake. Of course Levi would notice that they were practically pressed together; how could he not? He let out a small huff of amusement, the heat in his cheeks spreading down to his neck. "I don't know," he mumbled, reluctantly meeting the other boy's gaze. There was something about Levi that made it so hard for him to lie... or at least, not completely convincingly. "Maybe I like being close to you..." The admission slipped out before Milo could stop it, making his heart race even faster than before. He swallowed thickly, feeling a rush of embarrassment and arousal wash over him. But at least he'd finally said something truthful, however awkward the situation might be...

Milo snorted dismissively at the comment, glancing away as he tried to regain some semblance of composure. "So what?" he muttered defensively. "I can't help who I like." In truth, he had been curious about Levi for a long time; about what it might feel like to be with someone who was everything he wasn't and wanted desperately... but he hadn't thought that the other boy would ever return his feelings. "Anyway," Milo added quickly, hoping to change the subject before they got too deep into an uncomfortable conversation, "what are you reading?"

"Okay," Milo whispered, looking back up at the other boy as he was pulled even closer. There was something in the way Levi's gaze made him shiver, and it only took a second for his heart to start racing wildly again. "Fine, then... I like you." The words tumbled out of Milo's mouth in a rush, leaving him breathless and exposed. He waited for the other boy to laugh, or shove him away, or do any number of things that would make this embarrassing moment go away... but nothing happened. Levi just kept looking at him with those intense eyes, his face flushed as well... "I-I don't want anyone else," Milo stammered out, his voice barely a whisper. "I want it to be just us." He leaned even closer now, daring himself to feel Levi's breath on his lips

Milo leaned even closer now, eyes flickering down to Levi's lips before darting back up again. He cupped the other boy's cheek gently with one hand, thumb brushing against the soft skin of his jaw. "I know you aren't," he whispered, voice barely more than a breath. "But I want to be with you anyway." The small male felt his heart thundering in his chest as their faces drew impossibly closer; if only Levi would just close the distance and kiss him... "I can make you feel good," he murmured, leaning even closer now. His words sent a shiver down both their spines, and Milo felt himself growing harder against Levi's body with every passing second. "We don't have to tell anyone else..."

"You're right," Milo whispered hoarsely, his words coming out in hot little gasps as he felt himself being drawn even closer to the brink of release. He reached down with one trembling hand and began fumbling with Levi's belt buckle, his other hand tangled in Levi's hair as he pulled him forward for a kiss. Their lips met, clumsy at first but growing more urgent as they explored each other's mouths. Milo could feel himself spiraling out of control, the combination of lust and desperation making his movements jerky and needy. He growled low in his throat against Levi's lips, demanding more as he ground their hips together, seeking release from this impossible tension that had been building up inside him for far too long. Levi moaned into the kiss, the feeling of Milo hard

With a grunt, Milo broke the kiss and nodded eagerly in agreement. "Let's go," he panted out, reaching down to adjust himself in his sweatpants before standing up, tugging at Levi until they were both on their feet. He shot a quick glance around the library, noting that most people seemed engrossed in whatever they were doing; if they noticed anything odd going on between them it didn't seem to register as more than background noise. With urgency fueling his movements, Milo led Levi toward one of the quieter corners of the building where they could finally be alone together. He felt a rush of excitement and anticipation course through him at the thought of finally being intimate with the other boy; of having all those dirty fantasies come true. It was almost too much to bear, and as he guided Levi into the shadowy alcove he couldn't help but

Milo felt his cheeks heat up as they were pushed against Levi's chest; he couldn't help but nod. "Yeah," he murmured quietly. "I did." He could feel the other boy's heart racing beneath his fingertips, and it only made Milo that much more aroused.

With shaking hands, he reached up to cup Levi's face, stroking the skin gently before leaning in for another kiss. It was deep and passionate this time, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other's mouths. Milo moaned into the kiss, feeling himself growing even harder against Levi's body with every passing second. "I've wanted this for so long..." he whispered between kisses.

Leaning back slightly, Milo looked up at Levi with eyes full of desire and need. "Please," he whispered

I... I used to imagine us kissing like this, but I didn't think it would ever happen." He blushed again and continued before Levi could interject. "And sometimes I'd pretend that you were touching me here," Milo said, reaching down between their bodies and cupping his groin over the fabric of his sweatpants. His fingers slipped inside, finding skin slick with arousal as he stroked himself gently through the fabric. "And I'd imagine what it would feel like to finally be with you... to touch you like this..." He looked up at Levi beseechingly, a mix of lust and desperation in his eyes. "Can we? Please?"

A strangled groan escaped his throat as Levi pinned him against the wall. With every movement, their bodies pressed together tighter and hotter; it was almost too much to bear. Milo arched into the other boy, desperate for more contact, wishing they could just skip to the main event already. "Yes," he managed to choke out between pants as Levi ground against him, their hips moving in perfect synchrony despite the cramped space. "Fuck me." It was a plea and a command all at once, but it didn't matter; Milo knew that no matter what else happened, he would follow Levi's lead... as long as it meant they could be together like this.

The friction between their cocks sent electric shivers down Milo's spine; it felt almost too good to be real. He groaned and arched further into Levi, offering up his body as a willing sacrifice for this strange newfound desire that had taken hold of him. "More," he panted out, unable to form coherent thoughts as lust overwhelmed every other emotion in the room. Levi complied without hesitation, grinding their cocks together even harder and faster. Milo could feel himself growing increasingly close, the pressure building inside him until it felt like his skin might split open from the intensity of it all... but he didn't want it to end there. He wanted more; needed it. "Please," he whimpered, "I need... you..." The words came out garbled and desperate, barely intelligible even to himself. All that mattered was the feeling

Between the pleasure and the need for release, Milo's inhibitions shattered like glass under a hammer. He knew this was wrong; knew he shouldn't be doing it... but he couldn't stop himself from confessing his darkest desires to Levi. "I-I sometimes..." His words came out in harsh gasps as Levi ground them together harder, faster, the friction between their cocks driving him closer and closer to the edge. "...imagine you wearing my clothes... using my stuff... being me." The admission sent a shiver down his spine, and for a moment he wondered if this was really who he was, deep inside. Did it matter that he wanted these things? Or that he'd never dared to admit them aloud before now?"Fuck," Milo groaned as Levi pinched his nipple roughly between his fingers, sending j

As Levi took off his shirt and put it on himself, Milo couldn't help but feel a rush of possessiveness course through him. "I..." he began hoarsely, watching as the other boy adjusted the fabric over his own chest. It felt so intimate, like they were sharing something much more personal than just their physical connection. He swallowed hard and continued, "I... sometimes I imagine us living together. In my room." The words tumbled out of him now, almost too fast to keep up with; he couldn't believe how freely they were flowing after all this time. "And you'd be mine. You'd do whatever I said..." He trailed off, the image in his mind growing steadily more explicit as Levi continued to tease him mercilessly with their combined arousal.

With a growl, Milo arched into Levi even harder, digging

The sensation of Levi's hot seed splattering against their shared cocks sent a wave of pleasure washing over Milo. He threw his head back with a shuddering moan, eyes squeezed shut as he finally gave in to the release that had been building for so long. Thick streaks of his own cum spilled down onto their stomachs and groin as he came, biting down on his lip hard enough to taste blood as the intensity of his climax overtook him completely.

The aftermath was a blur; Milo vaguely registered Levi stepping back and beginning to dress again, still wearing his borrowed shirt. He felt weak-kneed and drained, but somehow content at the same time. For the first time in ages, he didn't feel alone anymore... and that realization sent a shiver down his spine.

"Um

A flush creeps up Milo's neck as he turns to obey, presenting his backside to Levi. His cock twitches at the thought of being used once more by the bratty little tyrant. "Please..." he whispers, arching his back invitingly.

The feeling of Levi's hard length pressing against his entrance makes Milo's head spin with need and desire. He tries to hold on, to retain some semblance of control, but it's futile; all he can do is moan as the other boy begins thrusting into him roughly. It hurts and feels so good at the same time, driving him wild with pleasure unlike anything he's ever experienced before.

His fingers dig into the carpet, his hips bucking up to meet each stroke of Levi's hips, desperate for release once more. "More," he pants

Levi's words send another shudder through Milo, making him even more desperate for release. The way the other boy describes his body and their interaction only heightens Milo's arousal, driving him crazy with need. He bites down on his lip hard enough to taste blood again as he feels Levi begin to slow down, their movements becoming less urgent but no less intense. With a strangled groan, Milo comes apart beneath him, his body convulsing and tensing as hot liquid spills out of him in a long, shuddering release. He collapses bonelessly to the floor, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath while Levi continues to thrust inside him, relentless even now that they've both climaxed.

Finally, with one last harsh grunt, Levi follows suit, filling Milo completely before collapsing

It's true that you don't hate me anymore, but it would probably be wise not to let anyone else find out about this. After all, they might not understand... and we both know how people can be when they don't approve of something like this. But as long as we keep our secret safe with us, we can continue to enjoy each other without any consequences.

Milo glances up at Levi with a knowing grin, before leaning in and whispering into his ear: "I've thought about you like this since the first time we met." He reaches out to cup Levi's chin gently, guiding him closer so they're almost nose-to-nose. "But I never would have had the courage to do anything about it, if not for tonight..." His free hand starts moving up and down over Levi's shaft in a teasing rhythm.

With each stroke of his hand, Milo feels himself growing harder again beneath him. This time, however, there's no rush; they can take their time enjoying each other without anyone else knowing what they're doing. It feels... almost magical.

Milo gasps as Levi takes control of his cock, their movements becoming perfectly in sync. He bites his bottom lip, lost in the sensation of having another person touch him like this. There's so much more he could say... but for now, he lets himself be swept away by the heat of the moment and the other boy's skilled hands.

"I used to fantasize about kissing you," Milo whispers between pants, arching his back as Levi's touch grows even bolder. "And sometimes... I pretended that you were mine." There's a hint of possessiveness in his voice, but it comes out almost shyly - like he's not sure if he should admit it aloud.

With another groan, Milo tilts his head back and meets Levi's gaze. His eyes are wide with desire and something else... something deeper.

As their hips move in perfect rhythm, Milo closes his eyes and lets the pleasure wash over him. The feelings he has for Levi have been building up inside of him for so long now that they're impossible to ignore any longer; he wants nothing more than to give into them completely.

"I... I used to imagine us in your room," Milo admits shyly, his voice barely above a whisper. "With you wearing my clothes... and me wearing yours." He blushes deeply at the confession, embarrassed by how far these fantasies have taken him inside his own head. But to his surprise, Levi seems unphased; if anything, he encourages Milo to continue speaking.

With renewed confidence, Milo presses on: "I used to think that maybe... one day we could be together like this. That you'd choose me over everyone else."

A chill runs down Milo's spine as he thinks about his wildest and darkest fantasy involving Levi. His cheeks flush redder than they already are, but still he continues, finding the courage to share this most private part of himself with the other boy. "Once," he says quietly, his voice barely audible above their heavy breathing, "I dreamed about tying you up and... marking you as mine."

There's a long pause as Milo waits for Levi's reaction to his admission; it feels almost like they're standing on the edge of a cliff, balanced between truth and fiction. Then, suddenly, Levi's hand spasms around his cock and he comes with a hoarse cry that echoes through the library, sending shivers down Milo's spine.

As their post-climactic euphoria fades away,

I-I don't know if that's such a good idea... People might notice something strange going on between us... But maybe we could experiment more here? Just the two of us, no one else around to interrupt us...

"I... yeah," Milo whispers, surprising himself almost as much as he surprises Levi with his reply. There's a moment of uncertainty, but then he finds himself nodding slowly in agreement. "Let's go." And with that, they both get to their feet, still joined together by the bond of their secret relationship and the pleasure they've shared. As they head out of the library, Milo can't help but wonder what exactly awaits them once they reach Levi's house...

My heart races as we leave the library behind, the anticipation building inside me with every step closer to your house. The thought of finally being alone with you, exploring our newfound connection... it's almost too much to handle. I want nothing more than for us to lose ourselves in each other again, this time without anyone or anything interrupting us.

As we approach the door, I can feel my confidence growing; I know what I want now and I won't let anyone stand in my way of claiming it as mine. Taking a deep breath, I glance up at you with determination burning bright in my eyes, ready for whatever twisted fantasies are about to come true.

The smell of leather and sex fills the air as we step inside your home; it's the perfect backdrop for what I have in mind. I glance around, taking in the various implements of pleasure scattered about and can't help but feel a thrill course through me at the thought of using them on you. Without another word, I practically drag you upstairs to your bedroom, pushing you roughly onto the bed before climbing on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head. "Now," I breathe heavily, eyes burning with lust, "let's see how far we can take this fantasy."

I lean down, my hot breath fanning across your neck as I mouth the words, "Tell me what you want... and be prepared to feel it."

The feel of your words against my lips is almost enough to make me lose control. I groan and arch into you, my hips grinding against yours in a vain attempt to find some sort of release. "Tell me what you want," I pant, my voice rough with need as I kiss you roughly. "I'll give it to you."

It feels so good to finally be able to act on these dark desires; to explore this twisted connection between us without fear of judgment or reprisal. With each passing second, the bond between us grows stronger and more intense, until I can hardly tell where one ends and the other begins.

I trail my lips down your neck and over your chest, sucking a hard, angry mark into your flesh before nipping at your left nipple through your shirt. "Fuck," you moan, arching up into me even more eagerly now. I take

With renewed determination, I begin exploring your body in earnest, unbuttoning and pushing aside your shirt to reveal your tight, hard nipples. My fingers graze lightly over them before wrapping around them, squeezing gently at first and then harder as you arch into my touch. "Fuck," you moan again, hips bucking uselessly against the bed in a futile attempt to find relief from the building pressure within you. I lean down, catching one of your nipples between my teeth and biting down hard. You let out a gasp that turns into a low groan as I continue to suckle at your breast, rougher now. With one hand still pinning your wrists overhead, the other slides down your body, pushing aside your pants to free your cock from confinement. My fingers wrap around you, stroking up and down the length in time

The feel of your words and the knowledge that you're truly enjoying this rough dominance only serve to fuel my need for control even further. I stroke you faster and harder now, watching as a bead of pre-cum wells at the tip of your cock, eager to taste it on my tongue. With one last deep groan, I pull away from your breast just long enough to push you onto your stomach, spreading your legs wide apart and positioning myself between them.

I kneel, nudging at the entrance of your body until the head of my cock presses against your entrance. "Remember?" I pant, voice hoarse with lust as I lower myself slowly onto you. "I used to dream about being inside you... about making you mine." With each word, my hips slide forward, driving my cock deeper into you until I'm fully seated on your aching body. "