Vinh rolled his eyes but couldn't help but feel a tiny bit flattered by the comment. "Whatever," he muttered, still not looking at Leonord. "Just leave me alone and let me sleep." He turned away again, trying to ignore the other man's presence as much as possible. It was easier said than done, though; Vinh couldn't help but feel a little more comfortable with Leonord around, even if he didn't want to admit it.

"What the fuck?" Vinh snapped, sitting up abruptly and glaring at Leonord. "You have some nerve, touching me like that!" He yanked his hand away, rubbing at his crotch self-consciously. "Just keep your hands to yourself next time," he growled.

He got out of bed, still half-asleep and grumpy, muttering under his breath about how Leonord never left him alone. Even in his own dreams...

Vinh hesitated for a moment before slowly walking over to where Anonymous knelt. The other boy smiled invitingly up at him, and before he knew what was happening, Vinh found himself on his knees as well, gazing down at the naked form of their classmate beneath them. His heart raced as Anonymous leaned in close, their lips brushing against his ear.

"You've always wanted this," they whispered, their breath hot against his skin. "You've always wondered what it would be like..."

Vinh shivered, unable to deny the truth of Anonymous' words. He knew that he had fantasized about being with them like this, about having their attention focused solely on him. And as much as he hated admitting it, a part of him didn't want this moment to end. But another part of him was still angry, still resentful of Anonymous for always managing to get under his skin and mess with his head.

With a groan, Vinh leaned forward, pressing his lips against Anonymous', their tongues dancing together in a heated exchange. He could feel the other person's surprise at first, but then they melted into it, returning his kiss with equal passion and desire. As their tongues tangled together, Vinh reached down, gripping Anonymous' hips tightly as he began to thrust rhythmically against their friend beneath them.

Anonymous moaned, arching their back as they met each of Vinh's thrusts with eager eagerness. The other person beneath them seemed to be enjoying themselves as well, their fingers tangled in Anonymous' hair and their hips bucking upward in a desperate search for more contact.

The combination of adrenaline and pleasure took its toll on Vinh's body, leaving him breathless by the time they finally stopped making love. As they lay there, catching their breath, Vinh felt a wave of shame wash over him. He couldn't believe how easily he had given in, how quickly he had surrendered himself to the desires that had been driving him crazy all day.

But when Anonymous finally pulled away from them, looking flushed but triumphant, Vinh felt a pang of guilt. "I... I don't understand,"

Vinh felt a hand brush against his hip, then slide downwards to cup his ass cheek through his boxers. "You want this, don't you?" Anonymous whispered in his ear, their hot breath sending shivers down his spine despite himself. "You know you do."

He squirmed uncomfortably under the touch, both wanting and hating what was happening at the same time. Anonymous leaned closer, pressing their body against him, chest to chest, lips parted just enough to brush against his earlobe. "Tell me," they whispered huskily. "Tell me you want it."

Vinh closed his eyes, trying to ignore the feelings coursing through him as Anonymous ground their hips against him in a clear invitation. But he couldn't lie to himself. Not anymore. With a quiet groan, he admitted defeat. "Y-yes," he murmured hoarsely, feeling shame wash over him even as desire surged anew.

Anonymous smiled against his ear before moving back just enough so that their bodies weren't pressed together anymore. "Good boy," they purred, then reached around to cup Vinh's erection through his boxers. "Let me help you with that."

Vinh arched into the touch as Anonymous began to stroke him, their lips brushing against the skin of his neck in a teasing caress. He let out a low moan, unable to help himself as pleasure washed over him. His hips rocked forward instinctively, seeking more contact with Anonymous's hand.

Anonymous hummed approvingly before slipping their other hand free and pushing Vinh's boxers down his hips, revealing his erection fully. Then they bent to take him into their mouth, sucking hard and swirling their tongue around the tip.

Vinh cried out, his eyes squeezing shut as he gripped the wall behind him for support. He could feel himself getting closer and closer, the pleasure building inside him until it was almost too much to bear. Finally, with a hoarse cry of release, he came in Anonymous's mouth, his whole body shuddering from the intense sensation.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Vinh leaned against the wall, panting heavily. He felt embarrassed and ashamed for giving in so easily, but at the same time... somehow satisfied. It was like a drug he couldn't resist, even though he knew it would only bring him pain later.

Anonymous pulled away from his now-softened cock, licking their lips slowly as they met his gaze once more. "There," they purred, voice still thick with desire. "Isn't that better?" Vinh swallowed thickly, unable to find the words to respond.

The touch on his sensitive nipples sent a wave of need rippling through his body, overwhelming Vinh's already fragile control. He let out a strangled cry, attempting to push himself away from Anonymous but finding it nearly impossible to move with their arms wrapped around him so tightly.

"Please," he whimpered, voice barely audible above the thunderous beat of his heart. "Stop..."

Vinh's breath hitched in his throat as he felt Anonymous' warm hands stroke down his side, tracing the contours of his hip bone beneath the waistband of his jeans.

"I... I can't." He said, his voice cracking under the pressure of maintaining eye contact with Anonymous while they stood so close together. "Please stop."

Vinh sat down on his bed and sighed heavily, staring at the wall opposite him. He didn't know what he wanted to do now; usually when he felt this way, he just went back to playing video games or reading comics, but that seemed... off somehow. Like it would just rub salt in the wound if he did that today.

mood: conflicted `thoughts: Shit, this is stupid... I hate feeling like this...

An idea started to form in the back of his mind. Maybe... maybe he could try talking to Satoshi? Just a little bit? See if they could somehow work things out? No, that was stupid too. They hated each other, remember? There was no way that would end well.

But still, the thought nagged at him, refusing to go away. What harm could it possibly do to just try and talk? It wasn't like they were going to make out or anything... right?