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Nam-gyu, once again, finds himself at a party he wishes he hadn’t gone to.
It was a shame. The drugs he’d indulged in were sitting nicely in his senses, a warm pulse of dopamine shooting through him. He would’ve been having a great time, if it wasn’t for the dull atmosphere.
Cringey emo music played softly in the background, as most people talked amongst themselves in a romantic way. The tacky scene of people kissing unapologetically throughout the house almost made it seem like an orgy - just without the exciting thrill of fucking a stranger. It was pretty clear this was a couple’s night kinda situation, and that made Nam-gyu feel ten times more single.
He’d found himself an empty couch – his usual routine at house parties – and almost dozed off from the boring mood.
He would’ve gone over and annoyed Se-mi (who had coerced him into going), but like everyone else, she was being lovey-dovey with her girlfriend. He really wasn’t in the mood to third wheel another date. Jun-hee was the sickly sweet that rivalled Min-su in the worst way.
Nam-gyu will never understand Se-mi’s weird fascination with kindhearted freaks.
He gave a once over around the room. Two people slow danced near the speaker, another making out a bit too enthusiastically on the single seater couch to his right. His gaze wanders, until a glimpse of bright purple rocks his core.
He ducks his head down instantly, attempting to hide into his hoodie as best he could. His heart hammers loudly in his chest as a bright pink blush spreads over his face. He was unsure of how he’d act in this situation. The romantic air around them might make Nam-gyu admit some things he was hoping to keep secret a little while longer.
After their passionate night in the closet, Thanos had latched onto him. It was the most annoying turn of events Nam-gyu could even begin to think of, but gradually as Thanos continued his onslaught of attention to Nam-gyu, he couldn’t help but reciprocate in the smallest ways. He found himself sitting by him in shared classes, texting him late into the night. But most importantly, the rush of adrenaline every time Thanos provided a new drug to try, kept Nam-gyu coming back. He’d almost begun to form an addiction to the man, a constant craving to be near him – to touch him.
They hadn’t been intimate in any way since their time in the closet. Nam-gyu thinks pathetically to himself that he wasn’t able to satisfy Thanos.
In comparison to Thanos’ discontinued show of affection, a deep craving for the other man had grown inside Nam-gyu. Since that day the feeling – devastatingly to Nam-gyu’s small beating heart – had never relented.
A small (large) part of Nam-gyu wishes Thanos will spot him, take up residence beside him on the couch, touch his hair softly as he whispers praise into his ear.
A shiver runs through him at the thought.
His hands left his face momentarily to see if Thanos had left.
He jumped back at the sight of the man hovering over him, a smirk covering his face as he watched him with amusement. Nam-gyu straightened himself up, regaining his composure as he gave Thanos a questioning glance – as if he wasn’t curled up into the couch a second ago.
“What are you doing here,” Nam-gyu brushes past the awkward silence and unwavering stare of Thanos’ eyes.
“Looking for you. This place sucks,” Thanos collapses besides him, eyeing the couple that was still kissing ferociously next to them. He let out a condescending snort at the display.
“Yeah, I was about the leave,” Nam-gyu lied.
Yes, the shitty party was starting to bog down his high, but nothing quite compared to the feeling of being blissfully left alone in a house packed full of people. It gave him an unimaginable ego boost to be the mysterious stoner laying peacefully along a couch. Well… that was until Thanos had started joining him. Now he was the mysterious stoner with his psycho friend, which wasn’t much of an improvement.
Thanos took a hit of his vape, blowing the smoke experimentally into Nam-gyu’s face. The action was not appreciated.
“They’re really going at it,” Thanos says under his breath, eyes pointed at the couple. The girl had started moaning loudly, her body jutting into her assumed boyfriend, on top of her. “Makes you wish you had a girl to do that with, huh?”
The words stung a bit, but the undeniable want festering in him helped ease the pain.
He rolled his eyes at Thanos, screwing his face up slightly at the weird dirty talk they were starting to do. The word ‘kitten’ was thrown around way too many times for comfort.
“They should get a room,” Nam-gyu gives a final disgusted look over to them.
“Mmm,” Thanos bites his lip softly, watching the other man squirm under the pressure of his gaze. His blue eyes tracing the expression etched into Nam-gyu’s face.
The pink on his face slowly deepened to a dark red. He pulled his sleeves over his palms, scratching nervously at the fabric with his nails. He looks away, bringing a hand up to itch his nose awkwardly.
Thanos shifts the smallest bit closer, his breath playing at his neck as Nam-gyu excites by the attention.
He moves a hand to rest on Nam-gyu’s thigh. A hot shiver pulses through him at the sensation, as Thanos begun stroking his hand up and down the length, softly squeezing at the muscle while Nam-gyu stifled small moans.
He returns his gaze to Thanos’ face, his eyes pleading up to him as he leaned so close he could feel the tickle of hair against his cheek. His eyes droop sleepily, relishing the feeling of Thanos’ hands on him. He leans into his face, kissing the soft skin under Nam-gyu’s eyes and over his cheeks. He lets out a sigh and pushes closer into Thanos’ warmth.
Thanos dives his head forward, capturing Nam-gyu’s mouth with his own. The soft press of lips against his. He moved slowly, taking his time to kiss Nam-gyu thoroughly, an almost affectionate edge to the movement.
Nam-gyu opens his mouth to let Thanos explore. His other hand had moved to the back of Nam-gyu’s head, threading his fingers through his hair and playing at the longer strands.
The lick of Thanos’ tongue against his own was intoxicating. The taste of cheap vodka and smoke permeating his tastebuds as he sucked fervently at the flesh of his bottom lip.
Nam-gyu couldn’t take it any longer. He pushed toward Thanos, sitting across his lap with their chests flushed together.
Thanos moaned appreciatively into Nam-gyu’s mouth, his tongue licking across his teeth as a drop of spit rolled down Nam-gyu’s chin. Thanos followed it, lapping it up and continuing down to lick at his neck. Nam-gyu tilted his head back reverently, allowing Thanos access to every part of him.
Now the judgemental gazes were thrown their way. The other couple had heeded Nam-gyu’s accidental advice, and left for a room, leaving the people slow dancing and a few bystanders watching brazenly. A few moments ago Nam-gyu would have been extremely embarrassed, but right now, sitting on top of Thanos, grinding roughly into him, he couldn’t care less.
Thanos drifts a hand over to Nam-gyu’s ass, squeezing at it hard with a winning smirk over his face. Nam-gyu moans louder at the feeling of those strong hands gripping at him, nails digging softly into the flesh. Thanos nips at the skin on his collarbones, pulling his hoodie down to reach more of him. He left countless bruises across his neck, leaving no place untouched, and the thought of all the marks that would bloom in the morning sent a pleasant jolt through Nam-gyu.
Thanos raises his hand and slaps hard at Nam-gyu’s ass, a sharp yelp devolving into a whimper left his mouth as Thanos hits him again. He watched his pleading expression, a hungry look in his eyes as he fondled the burning skin. Nam-gyu wrapped his arms around Thanos’ neck, a begging look plastered to his face. Thanos kissed his chin, as he hugged his arms around him.
To his shock, Thanos stood up, lifting Nam-gyu along with him and carrying him to the nearest empty room (to the relief of many party dwellers). He shut the door and pushed Nam-gyu into it. He wrapped his legs around Thanos’ hips, feeling the hard throb of his dick against his own.
“T-Thanos,” Nam-gyu pleaded between kisses, the constant thrusting of Thanos’ hips into him making his head fuzzy. The door behind him jolting at the hinges with every push, the sound of it alerting anyone outside of exactly what they were doing.
Thanos ripped Nam-gyu’s hoodie off, the sensitive skin beneath prickling as the cold air brushed along it. Balancing Nam-gyu onto the door, Thanos dipped his head and sucked at a perked nipple, grazing his teeth along it. He watched Nam-gyu writhe under the attention, a hand coming up to hide his face from Thanos’ view, tear wet eyes yearning for more.
Thanos holds Nam-gyu at his hips, rocking them slowly together as he moves to his other nipple, making sure it doesn’t feel left out. He sucked into it, his tongue pressing firmly down on it as his warm breath tickled the area. Nam-gyu let out another mewling slur of moans as he bit into his knuckles to keep quiet.
Thanos moved his head back inline with Nam-gyu’s. He kissed along his hand and pulled it gently down to see his whole face, an affectionate smile playing at his lips.
“Don’t hide your face, doll,” a twinkle of pleasure showed in his eyes, as Nam-gyu reacted cutely to the pet name, red spreading down his cheeks and dusting over his chest. “I want to hear every noise you make.”
Thanos pulled them off the door, letting Nam-gyu place his feet back onto the floor before giving his next set of demands.
“Strip,” Thanos bit his lip in anticipation, watching Nam-gyu hesitate before removing his pants along with his boxers. The delicate shape of his body was intoxicating. Soft flesh over his stomach, the slight muscle definition in his arms and legs. Thanos couldn’t help but remove all his clothes in one swift movement, any attempt to look sexy thrown out the window as his hands craved the feeling of the other man’s skin.
He pushed Nam-gyu back into the door, their cocks pressing freely against each other without the layer of clothes between them.
Thanos sticks two fingers in his mouth, sucking without breaking eye contact with Nam-gyu. The slow press of his hips against Nam-gyu’s sending warm shivers down his spine. Thanos flips them around, pressing his own back into the door as his hand – slick with spit – travelled down.
He looks to Nam-gyu for any resistance, his fingers teetering at the edge of his hole. All he could do was shake his head up and down, his face coming to rest on Thanos’ shoulder as his fingers stroke delicately at his entrance.
He felt the soft push of one entering him. The sensation was completely new to him, but not unpleasant.
The tight grip of Nam-gyu around Thanos’ finger was so alluring. Just imagining his dick pounding into this small space made Thanos twitch impatiently, but he kept a slow pace to ease Nam-gyu into it. He let out keening whimpers as Thanos pushed further inside, his long finger filling him up all the way. He gripped at Thanos’ chest, the hard muscle warm against his hands as he panted roughly into his neck.
Thanos kissed along the side of Nam-gyu’s head, stopping at the space behind his ear to let out breathy sighs. Nam-gyu shivered with each brush of air beside his ear, his hips jolting back into Thanos’ hands with each whisper.
“Can I add another?”
“Please.. y-yes,” Nam-gyu mewls as the second digit breaches him, the stretch of his insides causing him to squirm.
“Good boy,” Thanos groans. The vibration of his voice ricocheting through Nam-gyu as he lets out another needy moan.
Without warning, Thanos adds a third finger, making Nam-gyu arch deliriously into him. The pressure overwhelming him as his legs shake uncontrollably underneath him. Thanos holds his hip with a strong hand helping him regain balance. Nam-gyu pushes his weigh into him, pressing their chests together as his mouth hangs open in unabashed pleasure.
Thanos opens him up gently, spreading him by pushing on his walls, delicately pressing at his prostate every few thrusts. After a few more juts he removes his fingers. Nam-gyu whines as the empty feeling engulfs him. Thanos kisses him apologetically, turning them back around so Nam-gyu’s back is against the door again. He lifts his legs up around Thanos’ waist once more, his cock pressing impatiently at his hole. Nam-gyu grabbed Thanos’ hair, pulling him forward into another hungry kiss, soaking in the feeling as he slowly pressed inside him.
The tight squeeze of Nam-gyu pleasantly pulled deep groans out of him, his hands clenched hard down on his hips, allowing gravity to push him further down onto his dick.
The feeling of Thanos completely inside Nam-gyu sent a delightful shiver through him. Thanos held him at the base of his cock as they both pant with wanning patience. This was nothing like his fingers, he felt so full, connected to him in a way he never could have imagined.
Thanos began slowly thrusting up into him, going so deep inside. Each movement of his hips granting him broken pants as Nam-gyu bounced up and down.
Nam-gyu moans louder and louder as Thanos quickens his pace. The slap of skin against skin as they both moan in tandem.
“You feel so fucking good sweetheart,” Thanos groaned into his ear, grinning bigger at Nam-gyu’s muffled whine, as his face shows utter bliss. “Can I come inside?”
“God, p-please do,” Nam-gyu all but screams, his whole body shaking as Thanos fucks him with violent speed. He digs his fingernails into his back, scrapping down as another shrill cry exits his mouth.
“So fucking hot,” Thanos kisses at the tears rolling down Nam-gyu’s face. He moaned deeply as another rough jolt of his hips send his dick straight into his prostate.
Before Nam-gyu could even register the building feeling, he came hard against his chest, warm ropes of come coating them as Thanos didn’t relent his onslaught of thrusts. Overstimulation took a hold of him as his orgasm was pushed past pleasure. His insides quaked as Thanos kept going, using him to reach his own climax in the most deprived way. Nam-gyu was limp against him, his body a tool for Thanos’ pleasure.
The thought made Nam-gyu unbelievably happy. A small smile playing at his lips as he watched Thanos break apart beneath him, his face scrunching with want as he reached his own orgasm.
Nam-gyu felt the hot liquid shoot through him, painting his insides in Thanos’ spend.
He bites his lip, watching the other man pant through the last of his high, a warm feeling spreading through his senses as he saviours this moment with him. A harsh reminder of Thanos’ lack of affection between now and their first meeting encouraging him to memorise every single moment. At the very least, he’ll have something to jack off to in the future.
Thanos slowly pulls out of Nam-gyu, a small dribble of come seeping out of him as his shaky legs met the floor once again.
Thanos grips his chin with a firm hand, looking into his eyes with an unfamiliar devotion. He pulled Nam-gyu into a rough kiss. All their kisses were rough – desperate and hungry, like they’d never brush lips ever again. Nam-gyu hugs his arms tight around Thanos, swearing to himself to never let go.
The moment didn’t last long as Thanos soon pulled away for air. Nam-gyu loosened his hold on him reluctantly, a pitiful look in his eyes.
They finally look around the room they had stumbled into, it was empty (thank god, Nam-gyu thought), and also had an en suite, which made it easier for them to clean themselves. They walked over to the bathroom, Thanos helping Nam-gyu slightly, as he walked unsteadily on shaking legs. A large shower took up half the space, so Thanos walked over and turned it on. A comfortable silence shrouded the room as the almost natural routine took a hold of them.
Once inside, Thanos brought a small towel under the shower head, wetting it with warm water, before cleaning up Nam-gyu’s legs. He wiped off all liquid that had leaked out, each swipe up towards his hole sending a shiver through his senses.
When Thanos deemed his legs clean, he pressed a wet finger back inside him, he curled it before pushing out a portion of his sperm.
Nam-gyu rested his arms on the wall, his head pressed firmly into the tiles as Thanos carefully cleaned his insides. Despite his exhaustion, he could feel his dick hardening once again. He slowly closes his legs, trying his best to hide his arousal and stifle every mewling moan attempting to escape his lips.
Thanos smirked behind him, watching Nam-gyu writhe helplessly under him. He had cleaned all of his spend out of him relatively quickly, there was no need for his fingers to still be inside of him. He angles one finger expertly, finding and pressing Nam-gyu’s prostate. Despite his best efforts, Nam-gyu let out a withering cry as his legs almost gave out from the feeling.
Thanos’ hand travelled around him and gripped firmly at his cock. His body pressed against Nam-gyu’s back, his face inches away from his ear. He presses soft kisses along his shoulders biting softly at the firm muscle, before finding an area he deems worthy.
The feeling of Thanos’ teeth sinking into him almost makes Nam-gyu come – a wave of pleasure pushing him back towards climax. His jaw clenches hard into his shoulder, the trickle of water over his skin imitating blood as the pain engulfs him. Thanos releases his shoulder with a sloppy kiss. He pulled up to admire Nam-gyu’s light skin covered in bruises, the bite mark forming nicely among them.
Thanos removes his hand from Nam-gyu’s cock to slap his ass once again, the pain of his large palm against his wet skin making him yelp and keen with pleasure. He hit him again, watching the flesh vibrate at his touch.
Nam-gyu could barely take the feeling of his senses being tortured by Thanos. With one last press to his prostate and a hard slap to his already stinging ass, he came. The feeling jolted through him as he allowed exhaustion to take over. He saw white as his legs finally buckled beneath him.
Thanos caught him with a long arm wrapped around his waist. Nam-gyu hung pliant in his hands, soft and thoroughly fucked as his eyes rolled back and mouth hung attractively open.
“You're so good for me sweety,” Thanos placed another round of kisses on his face.