After two weeks, Phong’s leg had fully healed. The day he returned to the dorm was also the day Nhật flew back home. The whole room was thrilled to have Phong back—except Ngọc Lễ and Duy Long, who sulked because they’d lost their daily view of a hot shirtless guy.
Now that their relationship was public, Phong and Kiên fed us “dog food” for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every time Phong video-called home, his mom insisted on talking to Kiên. She even said: “You two stay together happily. Mom will give you a few billion to find a surrogate—no worries about kids.”
I clicked my tongue bitterly. Rich people really solve problems cleanly. With Nhật gone, I felt half happy, half sad. He’d been tailing me constantly, always begging for blowjobs. Meanwhile, Hoàng Tuấn had been even less around since Tet—some nights not returning until morning.
One late night, I stepped onto the balcony for fresh air. Suddenly, a familiar scent hit me, followed by arms wrapping around my chest from behind. Hoàng Tuấn had just showered, wearing only a towel from waist down as he came out to grab laundry.
He hugged me tight, nose buried in my hair, inhaling like a cat with catnip. He whispered: “I missed you so much.”
Even living in the same room, we barely had any private moments from morning till night. It wasn’t “missing” from being apart—it was missing the closeness, the skin-on-skin, the satisfaction of desire.
I’d been around plenty of guys, but Hoàng Tuấn was still the one who fit me best. Still… someone as free-spirited as me shouldn’t rush into love.
I reached back, slipped my hand under his towel, and gripped his already hard cock. I teased: “You only miss me when you’re hard, huh?”
Tuấn rocked me gently, craning to kiss my cheek: “No. I got hard because I missed you.”
I grinned, stroking his hot, rigid length—freshly showered, smelling of soap. The room lights were off, and even if they weren’t, no one would care what we did outside.
Tuấn leaned back against the balcony door, towel stretched tight over his crotch. I ducked under it, taking his leaking cock into my mouth. The taste was so familiar. After sucking for a bit, I moved to his balls, licking until he trembled—just like he used to when he took care of me.
I sucked him eagerly, barely breathing, wanting to devour his cock and keep it all to myself. Tuấn’s body had gotten softer lately—probably from the busy job and constant drinking. But I didn’t mind. If anything, I felt a little tender toward his hard work.
Already pent-up and with my mouth on him, Tuấn didn’t last long. He came hard, flooding my throat so much I couldn’t swallow it all—some spilled out. He pulled me up, crashing his lips into mine in a desperate kiss. I’d always thought I’d save my first kiss for someone special, but right now… I didn’t care.
I kissed him back just as fiercely, tongues tangling until we both ran out of air. I dragged the spare chair from the balcony over—his legs were shaking so badly he could barely stand.
I teased: “Been so long since we last ‘met’—you’re already this weak? Legs shaking like that.”
Tuấn pulled me onto his lap, my head resting on his shoulder: “Felt too good—how could I stand? Sorry for kissing you without asking first.”
I said: “That was my first kiss. You owe me.”
Tuấn looked flustered: “It was mine too. How do I pay you back?”
I grinned: “One more.”
We kissed again, deeper, hungrier. I never knew a kiss could feel this powerful—I just wanted more, never wanted it to end. Tuấn’s cock, fresh from cumming, was already hardening again under the towel. I reached down, stroked it a few times—his breathing changed instantly.
I asked: “Came that much? How long since your last?”
Still holding me tight, Tuấn answered: “A whole month.”
I blinked: “You didn’t even jerk off?”
Tuấn: “No. Saving it for you.”
I smiled until my eyes crinkled. I’d felt excitement with others, but only with Tuấn did I feel truly at peace. Suddenly he asked: “When I’m stable… will you come back to me?”
I knew what “come back” meant. I said: “Why so far ahead? And why pick someone as messed up as me? Aren’t you afraid of getting hurt?”
Tuấn kissed my forehead: “Who wanders forever without eventually wanting a place to rest? Stay free and wild like you are now. When you’re tired… come back to me. I’ll wait.”
I pinched his nose: “You’re under my spell, huh? So many good people out there, but you fall for the bad boy.”
Tuấn: “You’re bad, sure. But when you love… you’ll be serious. If you weren’t, you’d have agreed to be my boyfriend ages ago—and probably put a dozen horns on my head already.”
I turned to face him, arms around his neck, one hand stroking his hair: “Idiot.”
Bad boys aren’t good. Good boys aren’t fun. Maybe Tuấn fell so hard for me because my wild side made me more interesting than the rest.
A month later, Phong and Kiên moved out—rented an apartment together. We cried fake tears, knowing we’d lost our generous sponsor (Phong).
With their bunk empty, Vũ Linh—who’d been eyeing it forever—got it as inheritance (he was diligent about cleaning). I took the chance to move down from the top bunk—easier than climbing. Tuấn moved into my old top bunk.
So now, literally and officially: Tuấn above, me below.
But right after Tuấn moved in, I got mischievous. While the room was empty, I carved a hole the size of a soda can bottom in the underside of his mattress. Took days with a paper knife.
That night, when Tuấn came back from work and settled in, I closed my curtain and pretended to sleep. Then I slipped my hand through the hole under his bed—right where his ass rested. Tuấn jolted, sat up, realized it was me, and pulled the blanket over himself from feet to chest.
He lay face-down, the hole perfectly positioned under his crotch. He tore a slit in the mat, pulled his cock through his pants, and fed it down to me. I had free rein to touch, suck, and play without anyone seeing. After he came, I swallowed everything, cleaned him thoroughly, and he tucked back in.
Like that—every day, once—I drank Tuấn’s cum as my midnight snack. And Tuấn, despite being busy, looked noticeably happier. Heaven gave him an innocent face but a filthy, playful mind. Sometimes I even think I’m pretty interesting myself!