Trip throws Virus onto the bed, and Aoba has to scramble to get out of the way. He doesn't want them to touch him. No, they had to do this to each other. He tries not to think about the fact that Trip's understanding and enthusiasm of his order means they know exactly what he means. They knew they were hurting him, and they still did it. The thought makes him feel sick. He'd trusted them.
Trip rips Virus's shirt open and bites his neck, leaving behind a deep red imprint of his teeth when he moves away. Virus groans and arches his hips up against Trip's body when Trip's fingers brush across his nipples. Aoba narrows his eyes and watches; the pleasured flush on Virus's face grows as Trip works his pants open and begins stroking over his cock. Virus moans and presses his dick against the pressure of Trip's palm. He's already half-hard, and he's smiling in a way that makes Aoba wish he'd told Trip to hurt Virus more.