He was beautiful… like too beautiful… and that was the problem.
It was the first day of the third year of high school. There was nothing to be excited about, until I saw him sitting by himself on a bench… well, back then I thought I saw *her*. The boy’s uniform made me doubt. When I got closer and said hi, his voice was definitely a boy’s voice, but his face… couldn’t fit into either category easily.
“Hi, my name is Ritsu.” He said it softly, smiling a little.
All I could do was stand there analyzing his features and voice. I made him uncomfortable.
Apparently my eyes wouldn’t stop making him uncomfortable, because they kept staring at him even during class. During the breaks, too, they followed him around. Even I was getting mad.
“Get your shit together, Ryoga,” I told myself, but my brain had different plans.
We barely talked to each other. It was obvious he was fully aware of my attention and he avoided me. Though I wasn’t really looking for an opportunity to get close to him either.
I didn’t plan to be friends with him, but as the months passed I found myself terribly obsessed with watching him. A major reason for that was… Ritsu didn’t have only a pretty face. His body and the way he moved in swimming class were… were…
He made me ache in my pants the first swimming class, the moment I saw him cut through the water like he was born in it. The water made him look horribly illegal. And every time others complimented him I felt like exploding.
I fucked a lot that semester, hoping to get the desire out of my system. It didn’t work. Every time I was inside a girl I closed my eyes and imagined Ritsu in his swim trunks, wet and delicious, until I came harder than before.
Ritsu turned out to be a decent student too. Kind and sweet and… innocent.
I wanted him on his knees, my cock in his mouth, his eyes on mine, wanting more. I almost jerked off to that image every night after swimming class.
He kept avoiding me. He couldn’t stay still near me and that annoyed the shit out of me.
So I started to bully him. The more I did, the more he feared me, and the more he feared me, the more I hurt him.
Until one day I couldn’t hold back any longer. During swimming class, while we were both in the pool, I pulled him under the surface. His body—mostly naked—pressed against mine and I kissed him. He shoved me away and broke the surface, panting. Then he got out of the pool and practically ran for the locker room.
Without thinking, I followed him.
“Why are you doing this to me…?” His voice shook. “Am I that easy to use whenever you feel like it?”
“Stop avoiding me and maybe I’ll get back to my senses,” I shot back.
He stared at me, puzzled and stressed.
“Stop acting like I don’t exist,” I said, calmer.
“Not noticing you isn’t exactly possible,” he muttered.
My eyes widened when he stepped closer. His ears and neck were flushed. His gaze dropped to my bare chest, water still running down it. He put both palms on me and I shivered.
“Careful what you’re doing…” I murmured huskily against his face.
He ran his hands up to my shoulders, then my neck. My muscles tensed, breathing hard, growing hard by the second. Wrapping his arms around my neck, he pulled me down and kissed me.
And I practically devoured him.
I shoved him backward until his spine hit the cold lockers, mouth still locked on his, tongue forcing its way in. He made a small, broken sound against my teeth. My hands were already under the waistband of his wet trunks, gripping the soft cheeks of his ass hard enough to leave marks. He was hard. Fully hard, leaking against my thigh.
That did it.
I dragged him deeper into the locker room, past the rows of benches, into the narrow tiled alcove by the showers where the light was dimmer and the stalls blocked any view from the main door. I kicked the half-door shut behind us and pinned him to the wall again, one hand around his throat, not squeezing—just holding him there so he had to look at me.
“You’ve been hard every single time I shoved you into a wall this year, haven’t you?” My voice came out low and rough. “Every time I called you pretty-boy, every time I slammed you against the desk after class… you got off on it.”
Ritsu’s lashes fluttered. His lips were already swollen from the kiss. He didn’t deny it. A tiny, shameful nod.
“I’ve wanted you since the first day,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I was too scared… so I just… let you.”
That was all the permission I needed.
I yanked his trunks down to his ankles and spun him around, chest to the cold tile. My own trunks were shoved low enough to free my cock, already thick and angry, the head dark and wet. I spit into my palm, stroked once, then pushed the blunt head against his hole. No prep beyond that. No mercy.
Ritsu cried out when I forced the first inch in, body locking up, but he didn’t try to pull away. I gripped his hips hard enough to bruise and slammed the rest of the way home in one brutal thrust. The tight heat of him swallowed me to the root. He sobbed once, forehead pressed to the wall, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the slick tile.
I didn’t give him time to adjust.
I fucked him like I’d been starving for it all semester—deep, punishing strokes that rocked his whole body forward with every snap of my hips. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the tiles. Water still dripped from our hair, mixing with the sweat already starting to form. My hand slid up his spine, fisted in his soft hair, and yanked his head back so I could bite the side of his neck while I drove into him harder.
“Take it,” I growled against his ear. “You’ve been begging for this every time you ran from me.”
Ritsu’s answer was a broken moan that turned into a high, helpless sound every time I bottomed out. His cock was dripping steadily onto the floor between his feet, untouched. I reached around and wrapped my fist around it, stroking in time with my thrusts—rough, almost cruel. He came first, body seizing, hole clenching so tight around me it nearly made me black out. Thick ropes painted the wall and my knuckles.
I didn’t stop.
I kept pounding into him through the aftershocks, chasing my own release with a single-minded brutality. When I finally came it was with a low, animal sound, burying myself to the hilt and flooding him deep. Pulse after pulse until it started to leak out around my cock and down his thighs.
I stayed inside him for a long moment, breathing hard against the nape of his neck, one arm locked around his waist to keep him upright. Ritsu was trembling, completely wrecked, but when I finally pulled out he turned his head just enough to look at me over his shoulder. Eyes glassy, lips parted, cheeks wet.
“Keep me as yours,” he whispered, voice wrecked and honest. “Please… just keep me.”
I kissed the corner of his mouth, still rough, still claiming.
“Already did.”
