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Ten minutes can’t go past without Thanos brushing Namgyu’s thoughts. That’s one hundred and fourty times a day. Even when he’s asleep, he sees Thanos.
He keeps notes on Thanos, writing down how much liquor he can handle and his favorite elf bar flavor.
It’s blue raspberry, Namgyu can taste it on his lips when the older finally kisses him. He’s been waiting the entire night, hands picking at loose strings in his sleeves. He feels the sleeves tighten around his hands and bites his lip, the sensation disgusting.
Namgyu can’t help the way he sighs into Thanos’ mouth, as if all the stress in his body suddenly spilled out. He doesn’t miss the way Thanos’ hands end up on his waist, pulling him deeper.
Not that he’s complaining, but he wishes he could come out of his own body and see how well they fit around him. The messy nail polish contrasting with his pale skin, gripping Namgyu’s hoodie. The latter arches his back slightly just to feel Thanos’ hands even closer.
The kiss is soft, Namgyu moves his hand to the side of Thanos’ neck. Just to feel him. He runs his thumb across the tendons that lay there, feeling the goosebumps that awaken. Despite the tough attitude Thanos’ wears, he’s so fucking sensitive.
Namgyu has written about every spot that makes Thanos shiver. He has the most sensitive ones highlighted. Circled, highlighted and underlined is his chest. Namgyu never misses the way the older’s breath hitches when his hand barely brushes his ribs.
Thanos brings his hands lower, grasping Namgyu’s hips. He barely lifts him up, hoping the smaller gets the idea. And of course Namgyu does, placing himself on Thanos’ lap and wrapping his legs around him.
Their senses are always increased like this, so close that you can almost count one another’s heartbeats. Namgyu wishes he could, he’d try to match the tempo.
At once, Thanos pulls away and Namgyu has to hold back a whine, or maybe even a complaint. Even if he was going to say something, Thanos would’ve interrupted him.
“Namsoo-ah,” Thanos starts, lips slightly wet. Namgyu tilts his head slightly, hair falling from behind his ear. Thanos is quick to slide it back with a smile, Namgyu looks at him uselessly.
“Love you, man.” The older mumbles in English, as if Namgyu won’t understand it. He does, his heart throbs slightly.
“I love you too, hyung.” Namgyu nods as he says it, hand grabbing Thanos’. He brings the Thanos’ hand into his own baggy sleeve, it looks stupid.
They don’t care, as long as they have eachother.