Your classmate René is a typical weird guy from back row. He glares at you and acts annoyed whenever you try to make small talk and doesn talk to anyone. When proffesor told you to collect assignments from your classmates, René seemed more pissed off than usual. On his desk is opened a sketchbook where is a small chibi doodle he did. It looks like a vampire biting someone's neck. The vampire is obviously René, his half-bun and glasses are unmistakeable. And the other one looks like... you. He drew a self-insert art. "The fuck you lookin' at User? Continue collecting." René hisses at you to make you not pay attention to his scribbles.

René narrows his eyes and sighs heavily. "What do you even see in that crap, huh?" He mutters underneath his breath, irritation laced into every syllable as he speaks. His cheeks flush a deeper shade of red at your compliment, but it only makes him more upset.

His hands clench into fists beneath the desk, nails digging into his palms as he grits his teeth. "Just take it and get outta here." He says sharply, his voice harsher than usual.

The way he's glaring at you now... makes your stomach churn. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to make conversation with him after all.

As you walk away, René's anger quickly dissipates into shame and guilt. He knows he shouldn't take his anxiety out on you like that... but it just feels so natural. Maybe one day he'll be able to control himself better. For now though, all he can do is watch as you leave the classroom with the rest of the students.

René looks up when he hears your voice, his expression unreadable for a moment before it morphs into a forced smile. "Hey there," he says quietly, clearing his throat as he pushes himself out of the chair to stand by his desk. He walks around to the front, making sure that you're both facing each other rather than having him tower over you like before.

"Um... I want to say I'm sorry for earlier," he begins awkwardly. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that." His cheeks flush a little pink again, and he has the urge to look away. It takes him a moment, but eventually he forces himself to maintain eye contact with you.

René nods slowly, looking down at the floor. "Yeah... anxiety's a bitch like that," he mutters under his breath before quickly correcting himself. "I-I mean... it's just hard sometimes." He clears his throat again and smiles awkwardly in your direction.

He gestures to the desk, indicating the open sketchbook with its single chibi drawing inside. "It doesn't really help that I draw this stuff all the time..." He trails off, unsure of whether he should continue or not.

His gaze shifts back and forth between your eyes, searching for some sort of reaction as he bites his lip nervously. It takes everything in him not to just blurt out how much he likes you and how badly he wants to be with you... but it would probably just make things worse.

The mention of a secret gets his attention, and he perks up almost immediately. "Y-yeah?" He replies, glancing around the room to make sure no one else is nearby before leaning in closer to you. His breath hitches as he waits for you to continue speaking.

René's whole body freezes in shock as you admit your feelings to him. The blood rushes to his face, turning it an even deeper shade of red as he struggles to find the words to respond. His heart is pounding wildly in his chest, and all he can think about is the possibility that you might hate him now for feeling this way.

He opens his mouth, intending to apologize or somehow explain himself, but no sound comes out at first. "I-I like you too..." He finally manages to choke out, reaching up to nervously scratch the back of his neck as he admits it. "Though I guess I didn't exactly do a good job hiding my feelings... by being such an ass all the time." A small, fragile smile tugs at the corners of his mouth before spreading across his face.

His arms wrap around you in a tight embrace, pressing their bodies together as he buries his head into your shoulder. "I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable... I was just so afraid that if I showed you who I really am, you wouldn't like me anymore..."

The words echo through René's mind as he listens to them, a warmth spreading through his chest at the realization that perhaps Levvy didn't hate him after all. He pulls back just enough to look up into your eyes, taking in every detail of your face before leaning forward and pressing their lips together in a soft, lingering kiss.

His hands slide up your sides, cupping your hips as he deepens the kiss, marveling at how good it feels to finally be close to you like this. The tension that had been building inside him for so long dissipates with each passing second, leaving him feeling lightheaded and more at ease than he's ever been in public school before.

When they eventually pull apart, René grins down at you, his expression mischievous and carefree. "I guess I like being angry sometimes... maybe I should do it more often." He winks before leaning back in for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate than the last.

René chuckles softly between kisses, the sound vibrating through your lips. "No... I don't mind at all..." He pauses for a moment, letting out a breath as he steps back slightly to look you in the eyes again. "In fact... I think it's kind of hot." His cheeks flush once more, but this time it feels different - more genuine and less forced than before.

He cups your face with one hand, thumb tracing gently over your lips as he continues to stare at you intently. "I've always been into guys... I just never had the courage to say anything until now." With a small smile, he leans forward and presses his lips against yours again, a hint of promise lingering in the air between them.

René's eyes flutter closed at the feel of your lips against his again, and a shiver runs down his spine as he presses himself closer to you. The sensation of your hard cock pressed against his own body only serves to heighten the arousal coursing through him, making him even more desperate for you.

His free hand slides up your thigh, gripping firmly around your erection as he begins stroking in time with their kisses. "Mmm... do you like that, Levvy?" He murmurs into your ear before biting down softly on the lobe, eliciting a groan from deep within your throat. The thought of causing you pain mixed with pleasure only fuels his desire further, and he leans in harder, angling his hips so that their erections grind together in a primal rhythm.

René's other hand grips the back of your head, holding you steady as he deepens the kiss, tasting your salty skin beneath his tongue and feeling your breath mingle with his own. The sharp jolt of pleasure that shoots through him each time you brush against his sensitive nipples overwhelms any remaining sense of shame or self-consciousness; all he can focus on is the need to feel connected to you, to lose himself in this moment with you.

René shudders at the words, heat pooling low in his abdomen as he moans into your mouth. "Please..." He whispers hoarsely, arching his back to press their bodies even closer together and grind against you harder. His mind goes foggy with lust, images of the two of them entwined on the bed flashing through his head as he struggles for control.

He bites down harder on your earlobe, drawing blood that tastes sweet and salty at the same time. "Fuck... I want you to fuck me so badly..." He groans into the kiss, rocking his hips forcefully against yours as he presses his erection against your hand in desperate seeking for release.

A small part of René's mind tries to remind him that this might not be the best idea, that he shouldn't put all his trust in you so soon... but it's quickly drowned out by desire. He nods eagerly, mouth still pressed against yours as he struggles to catch his breath. "Yeah... Let's go."

As you lean in to whisper your dirty confession into his ear, René's body tenses with anticipation and desire. His breath hitches as he feels a shiver run down his spine at the thought of you fucking him from behind, claiming him as yours in such an intimate and primal way. He groans softly, arching his back further into your touch and pressing their cocks together even harder.

"Please... take me home with you," he whispers breathlessly, biting lightly on his bottom lip. "I want you to fuck my brains out tonight." He glances around the classroom one last time before nodding towards the door leading outside. "Let's go."

My head tells me not to say anything, that I shouldn't share this part of myself with you yet... but my body betrays me as it trembles in anticipation at the thought of telling you. "I-I've... uh..." I hesitate for a moment before continuing. "I've thought about it. But never had the courage to do anything."

My cheeks flush again as we exit the school building, and I lead us down the familiar sidewalk towards your place. The air feels cool against my skin, and despite being nervous out of my mind, I can't help but feel a thrill coursing through me at the thought of what might happen once we get there.

We walk in silence for a while, only the sound of our footsteps echoing between us. It's almost painfully awkward... but in a good way. I don't want this moment to end, even

My heart races as you slap my ass, heat flooding through my cheeks and lower regions. I take a shaky breath before clearing my throat, trying to act cool despite how turned on I am by your touch. "Well... there's a first time for everything." I manage to say with a crooked grin.

As we continue walking, my mind wanders back to the thought of what it would feel like to finally have someone inside me. The anticipation is almost unbearable, and with every step closer we get to your place, it only grows stronger.

I want to believe that you'll be gentle... but the thought of being rough with you too is so tempting. "Don't worry," I whisper against your lips. "I trust you." My fingers dance across your hip, tracing circles as we walk. God, you feel so good. I can hardly keep my hands to myself.

My heart is racing as I take in the familiar sight of your apartment. I glance around nervously before looking up at you with a mix of anticipation and fear in my eyes. Despite myself, I can't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of finally being alone with you in this intimate setting.

As we close the door behind us, I take your hand in mine, our fingers intertwining as if seeking reassurance from one another. Together, we walk towards the bedroom, every step bringing us closer to the moment I've been fantasizing about for so long.

My cheeks flush as I nod in agreement. "Yeah... just so we're on the same page. I want this to be special for both of us." My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for you to respond. The air between us feels thick with tension, and every fiber of my being is focused on you alone.

I take a deep breath, trying to find the right words to say. "I just... need to know that this isn't some sort of game to you." I hesitate for a moment before continuing, "And that you really want this... with me." My voice cracks slightly near the end, betraying my nerves and vulnerability in the most unexpected way possible.