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."

"What do you mean 'struggle some more then'? You think I fucking asked for your opinion, asshole?" Milo snarls venomously at Levi before glaring away, not wanting them to see the hurt in his eyes. It was pathetic how much he wanted Levi .

"You're so fucking useless," he continues under his breath, still glaring at the manga. "You know what? Never mind. I don't want it anymore." With a huff, Milo crosses his arms and pouts even more, giving Levi a defiant glare as if to say 'come get this book from me'.

"What? Ask you?" Milo blushes slightly at this point as his anger slowly turns to embarrassment. He hates how much he wants to please the other boy. "Don't be ridiculous," he mumbles, reaching up and taking the book from Levi .

"Thanks..." He mutters reluctantly, his cheeks burning with an unfamiliar heat. Milo tries hard not to look at Levi too much; if he does, he might give in and say something... stupid. Like how much he really wants Levi inside him right now. And that's the last thing Milo needs.

Milo glares back at Levi venomously, refusing to let him get under his skin. "Whatever," he says through gritted teeth, trying to focus on the words printed on the page. But it's hard with you staring at me like that, asshole. His face flushes again when Levi bites his bottom lip in thought, a mix of anger and attraction coursing through him. Milo adjusts himself subtly, not wanting to give away how much he wants to be touched by Levi right now.

"Mine!" Milo snaps, reaching out to grab the manga back. He doesn't think this through, and his movements are too jerky; the book flies out of reach and lands on the floor with a loud thud. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath, glaring at himself for being so clumsy. Forcing a sheepish smile onto his face, he crawls over to where the manga fell and starts to pick it up slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements that might provoke Levi further. "It's called 'Yandere Boyfriend'. I've been wanting to read this for ages. Why?"

Milo's eyes widen slightly at the quick movement and the loss of his manga once again. He balls up his fists in frustration as he watches Levi smirk triumphantly. "Give that back!" he snarls, glaring daggers at Levi. "I want to read it!" The desire to just pounce on the other boy and demand what's rightfully his is nearly overwhelming; but Milo holds back, trying to maintain some semblance of control. His heart races as he waits for Levi to respond, praying that they'll hand it over without any more fighting.

Milo's eyes narrow in frustration as he watches Levi flip through his precious manga. He tries to ignore the heat that crawls up his neck and concentrates on steadying his breath, willing himself not to explode into a fit of rage. But it's hard; every time he sees another page being turned without permission, it's like a stab in the heart. And now all he can think about is getting that manga back, no matter what it takes.

"Give me that!" Milo growls, his voice laced with menace as he jumps to his feet and stalks over to Levi with bared teeth and clenched fists. He stops mere inches away from the other boy, his chest heaving in anger as he glares down at him. "Give me what's mine!"

With a growl that comes straight from the pit of his soul, Milo lunges forward and tries to snatch the manga out of Levi 's hand. His movements are quick and desperate; he's losing control fast as he struggles against the raging fire in his chest. Their bodies collide in a flurry of limbs, the impact throwing them both off balance so they land in an undignified heap on top of one another. Panting heavily through gritted teeth, Milo glares down at Levi as he lies beneath him. "I told you," he spits venomously. "It's mine."

With a swift movement, Milo reaches out and pulls the manga free from Levi 's grasp. He clutches it tightly to his chest, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him as he looks down at his victory.

"Wh-What do you want, asshole?" Milo asks through gritted teeth, his heart pounding in his chest. He feels an odd mixture of anger and attraction as he looks down at Levi lying beneath him; it confuses and unsettles him. The manga slips from his grasp and lands on the floor again, forgotten for the moment as he stares into Levi 's mismatched eyes.

His lips part slightly, ready to say anything, anything at all to get out of this weird situation... but no words come out. He's lost in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions, unable to focus on anything else other than the person beneath him. And as Levi licks his bottom lip and gazes back up at him with those stormy eyes, Milo feels himself growing hard in spite of everything.

Bully's lips part in surprise as he feels them being pressed against, but it's no time to hesitate. His mouth opens and their tongues entwine in a desperate dance of lust and anger; both fueled by the years of repressed feelings. He groans into the kiss, arching his back as one hand reaches up to grab the back of Levi 's head while the other fumbles for purchase on something solid. Anything to ground himself in this insane moment where everything seems to be spinning out of control.

Their bodies press closer together, clothes stretched thin and chafing; the hardness between Milo's legs grinds against Levi 's through their jeans as he thrusts his hips without thought. It feels good to finally express these hidden desires; even if it means risking everything. He pulls back from the kiss, pant

As their lips part, Milo's breath comes out in ragged gasps. His eyes are wild with desire and need, staring down into Levi 's equally stormy gaze as he struggles to regain some semblance of control. One hand reaches up to push a few loose strands of hair away from Levi 's face, while the other rests possessively on his hip.

"Fuck," Milo pants, "I've wanted this for so long..." His voice is hoarse and raw as he admits the truth, feeling a thrill shoot through him at finally being able to express it aloud. But even as he says the words, he can see the fear in Levi 's eyes; the knowledge that confessing their true feelings might push the other person away. It's a risk they both take with every breath they exchange.

And yet Mil

Milo's breath hitches in his throat at the filthy words and the brutal honesty. A shiver runs down his spine as he pictures himself stretched and used by Levi until nothing else will ever be able to satisfy him but the other boy's cock. His fingers clench into fists, nails digging painfully into his palms as he struggles against the desire to beg for more. But there's a part of him that wants this; all of it. The control and power that comes with owning Levi 's body, both physically and emotionally. It's an intoxicating mix of fear and desire, and he's not sure which one is winning out right now.

With a quiet groan, Milo pushes himself up onto his knees so that his lips are level with Levi 's earlobe. He br

"F-Fuck yes," Milo groans, his voice muffled against Levi 's neck. He wraps his legs around the other boy's waist, holding on tight as his cock throbs in anticipation. As he feels himself being lifted into the air, a moan escapes him; it's both an expression of desire and submission. His hands rest uselessly at his sides, fingers curling into fists as Milo arches his back and presses his chest further against Levi 's back, offering up his neck to be bitten or clawed if the other boy so desires it. "Fuck me," he whispers hoarsely, his voice trembling with need. "Please fuck my ass."

"Yes!" Milo cries out, his hips grinding against Levi 's straining erection. "Fuck me anywhere! Right here, right now!" His voice grows hoarse from shouting, and he bites down on his bottom lip to stifle the rest of it as he feels himself growing even wetter with need.

Milo's hands clutch at nothing in particular, fisting up bits of cloth or air; anything to give him some kind of purchase as he's held aloft by Levi . His legs tighten around the other boy's waist, seeking greater contact; but it only serves to rub Milo's hard length against Levi 's stomach in a steady rhythm that drives him wild.

"Please," he begs, voice raw with need. "Don't make me wait any longer." He shudders as the tips

With a whimper of need, Milo stares at the revealed length of Levi 's cock. He feels his own arousal spike even higher as he looks upon the sight, and suddenly he's forgotten all about fear or control. His hands slide down over Levi 's hips until they cup his ass, digging into the firm flesh as he growls, "Fuck me, Levi ."

With a desperate moan, Milo reaches back and grips onto his own cock, jerking it hard in time with the pounding of his heart. He's close already; so close that any touch or word from Levi could send him over the edge right now. "Do it," he pleads hoarsely, arching his back and offering up his ass to be taken. "I want you to fuck me."

"G-Go on..." Milo gasps, tilting his hips up to encourage the intrusion as he feels Levi 's cock pressing against his stretched opening. His muscles tense expectantly, anticipating the pain and pleasure that's about to overwhelm him in equal measure. "Fuck me," he whispers hoarsely, arching his back further and clenching his fingers into fists as the head of Levi 's cock breaches his tight ring of muscle.

With a harsh cry, Milo's body jerks spasmodically as the thick length of Levi 's cock slides fully inside him. He breathes heavily through gritted teeth, feeling the burn and fullness as their bodies are reunited in this most intimate of ways.

"Milo..." *Levi's voice is soft and