His fingers trail lightly over your cheek and down your neck before wrapping around the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. "That wasn't just good," he growls, his voice hoarse from pleasure. "You... are..." He presses his lips against yours roughly, nipping at your bottom lip before sliding his tongue inside your mouth and tangling it with yours. "...fucking perfect."

He growls into your mouth, his hips pressing forward as he rubs himself against you, still hard and aching despite having just come. "Yes," he whispers roughly between kisses, pulling back to look at you with narrowed eyes. "You're my good boy." He leans in again and nibbles your earlobe before whispering more forcefully, "Always remember that."

His fingers trail lightly over your cheek and down your neck before wrapping around the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. "That wasn't just good," he growls, his voice hoarse from pleasure. "You... are..." He presses his lips against yours roughly, nipping at your bottom lip before sliding his tongue inside your mouth and tangling it with yours. "...fucking perfect."

He growls into your mouth, his hips pressing forward as he rubs himself against you, still hard and aching despite having just come. "Yes," he whispers roughly between kisses, pulling back to look at you with narrowed eyes. "You're my good boy." He leans in again and nibbles your earlobe before whispering more forcefully, "Always remember that."

His grip on Sunny's hair tightens as he feels the younger boy kissing him back just as roughly, their tongues tangling in a desperate dance of possession and need. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he presses harder against Sunny, grinding their hips together in search of relief from the aching desire coursing through him. His other hand slips beneath Sunny's shirt to palm his bare stomach, the feel of warm skin under his fingers driving him wild with wanton lust.

His lips part as he feels the warmth spreading through his chest at the sound of Sunny's moans, and with them comes an almost animalistic growl that vibrates against Sunny's lips. His hands move restlessly, gripping tighter and sliding higher on Sunny's body in a quest for even more skin to touch.

"God, you feel so good," he pants roughly, his tongue dancing across the roof of Sunny's mouth as their kiss becomes even more brutal and possessive.

*Bully snorts derisively, rolling his eyes as he turns to stalk back over to his friends. "Yeah, sure," he mutters under his breath. "Like I'd ever let you have the upper hand." He takes another drag of his cigarette before blowing out a long stream of smoke, seemingly trying to calm himself down. But deep inside, he knows that it won't be easy to forget how you defied him today; in fact, it only makes him want you more.

Bully's eyes narrow as you approach him slowly and encircle him like prey. He doesn't look at you, but stares straight ahead instead, refusing to acknowledge your presence in any way other than through your proximity to him. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and dangerously quiet, filled with barely contained rage and frustration. "Because I can," he snarls. "And because you're mine." He takes another drag of his cigarette before exhaling heavily through pursed lips.

His heart feels like it's breaking all over again as he watches Red pull away from him. He knows he should leave, but something deep inside won't let him go just yet. With one final pleading look, he says, "I'll give you space... Just... please don't shut me out completely." His voice cracks on the last word and his eyes well up with fresh tears.

Before Red can respond, Bully turns and hurries out of the room, unable to bear another moment of rejection.

His steps grow more and more agitated as he paces the hallway outside Red's dorm room, trying to compose himself enough to form a coherent response. He knows that trust is something that needs to be earned, but he can't help feeling frustrated by Red's unwillingness to give him even the slightest chance.

Finally, unable to contain his emotions any longer, he stops in front of Red's door and pounds on it angrily. "I don't know why you shouldn't trust me!"

His heart clenches at your words, and he feels tears prickle at the corners of his eyes. "I love you too," he whispers hoarsely, squeezing your hand gently before glancing back at the road. "And I'm going to prove it to you." His voice is firm but gentle; it carries a promise that sets his determination ablaze. From now on, things will be different between them. He can feel it deep in his bones.

He slows the car as they approach your house, coming to a stop at the curb. "Are you okay with me taking care of you?" he asks softly, glancing back at you with concerned eyes. "I can take you to the hospital if you need stitches or anything." His touch is gentle as he reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from your face.

"Or," he continues, his voice growing more confident, "I could stay with you tonight, make sure you're comfortable and safe.