The soft hum of the dormitory lights did little to calm Nio's racing thoughts. He lay back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, his mind replaying the kiss over and over. The feel of Tee's lips on his, the heat of his body pressed close, the way his hand had moved possessively along Nio's neck - it was all too much, and yet, all he could think about.

The next day, when Tee showed up at Nio's dorm again, it felt different. Nio could feel the electricity between them the second Tee stepped through the door. Tee didn't speak at first, just let the silence stretch between them, his eyes studying Nio with an intensity that sent a shiver down Nio's spine.

"You're still thinking about last night, aren't you?" Tee's voice broke through the tension in the air.

Nio shifted uncomfortably, not knowing how to respond. "I - " He couldn't lie. The truth was, he couldn't stop thinking about Tee. About the way their bodies fit together. About the desire in Tee's eyes.

Tee smirked, as if he knew what Nio was feeling. "I've got your attention, huh?"

Nio bit his lip, unwilling to admit how much he craved Tee's closeness. He sat up on the bed, pulling his legs under him nervously. "You didn't? wait. You didn't mean it, right?" His voice trembled slightly, betraying his uncertainty.

Tee took a step closer, his presence filling the room. "I meant it," he said, his voice low and confident. His fingers brushed Nio's shoulder, sending a spark of heat through his skin. "But now it's your turn to decide if you want to go further."

Nio's heart raced. The distance between them had already shortened to mere inches, their breaths syncing in the quiet space.

Before he could stop himself, Nio's hand reached up to touch Tee's arm, tracing the outline of his muscles. The touch was tentative at first, but it was enough to make Tee's eyes darken with want. His hand moved from Nio's shoulder, trailing down his arm before settling on his thigh. The heat of Tee's palm seeped through Nio's jeans, and Nio's breath hitched.

"Don't pull away this time," Tee whispered, his voice low and commanding.

Nio's body obeyed before his mind could catch up. He leaned in, and their lips met once again, the kiss slow but intense, full of everything they'd held back. Tee's hands roamed over Nio's body, exploring, claiming, as if he were determined to make Nio understand just how much he wanted this.

Nio's world spun, each touch a spark that set his skin on fire. There was no hesitation now - just a deep, burning need that was impossible to ignore.

But even in the midst of the passion, Nio felt something shift inside him. This wasn't just about desire anymore. It was deeper. His heart raced not just from lust, but from something else - a connection, a longing that felt as raw and real as the kiss itself.

When they pulled apart, both breathless and flushed, Tee's eyes were dark, filled with something Nio couldn't quite decipher.

"I need you, Nio," Tee whispered, his voice rough. "I don't think I can stay away."

Nio couldn't respond - he was lost in the moment, his body still trembling from the kiss. He wanted this. Needed this. But part of him was scared. He didn't know what this meant for them. What it would mean for the friendship they'd built.

But when Tee's lips brushed against his ear again, his breath warm and heavy, Nio couldn't bring himself to pull away.

"I can't pretend anymore," Nio muttered, his voice barely audible.

Tee's lips curled into a smile, and he pulled Nio closer, his hands gently caressing his back. "Good. Neither can I."