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It’s only because he really, really loves Thanos that he decides to come out here tonight. And if that decision was aided by a handful of little colored pills, nobody needs to know.
This is my boyfriend, Thanos had boasted proudly to the security guard, puffing his chest out. Take good care of him, alright?
And so Nam-gyu is sitting in the front-row, a few meters away from where Thanos is performing for a packed stadium of screaming fans. The man is in some sort of cowboy outfit, and, now that he’s not stupidly under the influence of whatever they’d taken in the games, is actually dancing pretty well.
Nam-gyu fucking hates it.
He’s surrounded by a bunch of squealing chicks badly rapping along to Thanos’s crude lyrics, completely unaware that they’re about him and no one fucking else. Dumb bitches.
A few times during the concert, Thanos’s eyes find his, and Nam-gyu’s breath catches in his throat at how fucking confident his boyfriend looks. The show is elaborate, extravagant, and goddamn loud. And Thanos is… beautiful. The bastard is goddamn beautiful, and Nam-gyu hates that he’s not the only one who sees it.
“God, the things I would let him do to me,” a girl to the left of him lasciviously yells over the blasting music to her friend.
“I heard he’s got a girlfriend!” The friend yells back. Nam-gyu’s stomach drops, and then twists with anger.
“Who cares?” The other girl cackles.
On stage, Thanos gives a shallow thrust of his hips to accentuate the dirty nature of a line; both of the girls shriek with excitement. Nam-gyu will fucking kill them the second they leave the concert, he fucking swears it.
“I bet it’s big.”
“I bet it can rearrange my fucking guts!”
“Hey!”
There’s a rough tap on his shoulder, and then a soft hand shaking his arm. He scowls at the girl, haughtily asking, “What?!”
The girl seems put-off by his instant aggression. Her eyes narrow, but she perseveres to ask him, “Where’d you get the hoodie?! I didn’t see it at the merch stand!”
Nam-gyu snorts to himself. Thanos had this hoodie custom-made for their six-month anniversary; an oxymoron in and of itself. “It's a limited edition.”
It’s black, with dark purple accents just a shade darker than Thanos’s hair, with huge block letters reading: Welcome to the Thanos World. It’s actually sick as hell.
Nam-gyu had given him an unimpressed stare and petulantly asked, “So my gift is your next fucking merch drop? Really nice, man, thanks.”
“Relax, kitty, this isn’t merch — this is yours,” Thanos had insisted. “Just yours. For my biggest fan,” he’d teased, grinning as Nam-gyu visibly softened gradually. “Besides. You already have the best gift of them all, don’t you?”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
Thanos had smirked smugly. “Me.” At Nam-gyu’s scoff, Thanos had leaned forward to murmur lowly in his ear. “You’re so fucking cute when you’re annoyed. I can’t wait to make you scream after dinner, baby. Be ready at seven. Dress pretty for me, yeah?” And then he’d left.
Tease.
So he’s a little protective of this hoodie. The sleeves are long enough to completely cover his palms, something he’s sure Thanos had done on purpose.
And he sort of delights pettily in the fact that this bitch can thirst over Thanos however much she wants, but she’ll never have him. He’s Nam-gyu’s, the same way this hoodie is.
For some goddamn reason, Thanos takes his talking to the girl next to him as a sign that Nam-gyu isn’t paying attention, because he struts over the edge of the stage, confident presence looming over him, squats down, and stretches the hand-held microphone to be right in front of Nam-gyu’s face.
Fucking bastard, fucking bastard, fucking bastard —
Nam-gyu reluctantly sings along to the lyrics, the embarrassing moment lasting just a few seconds before Thanos brings the microphone back to his own face to start rapping the next verse, but it’s enough to get him flushed and focused on his boyfriend once more.
The girls next to him are back to screaming. He fucking hates concerts.
And Nam-gyu doesn’t stay at places he doesn’t like. So he goes.
The second Thanos has to concentrate on one of his faster raps, he shoulders his way past the bitches next to him, the crowded audience, and finally comes face-to-face with the security guard from earlier.
The man stops him as he tries to escape. “Mr. Choi asked us to watch you at all times while he’s performing,” he states gruffly over the music.
“Yeah?” Nam-gyu scoffs, already shoving past him. “Then you can watch me fucking leave.”
—
thanos
nam su where are you
nam-gyu
left
thanos
what
why
did you not like the show
nam-gyu
i did
thanos
ok
then why did you leave
nam-gyu
loud
thanos
you could’ve waited in my dressing room :(
it’s quieter
then i could’ve seen you after the show
nam-gyu
sorry
thanos
it’s ok
where did you go
nam-gyu
home
thanos
my home or your home??
nam-gyu
mine
thanos
should i come over
Nam-gyu thoughtfully chews the inside of his cheek. Should Thanos come over? Sure, smoking with his boyfriend and getting railed would definitely help lighten his mood, but Nam-gyu has a feeling he’s not great company right now.
thanos
i’ll bring the cotton candy one
Oh. Well, that settles it, then.
nam-gyu
door’s unlocked
—
Barely twenty minutes later, his front door opens, and a very tired, very clean looking Thanos staggers into Nam-gyu’s apartment.
“I can’t believe I had to bribe you to let me come over,” Thanos scolds as he settles next to Nam-gyu on his lumpy, worn-out, dark green sofa. At Nam-gyu’s silent but expectant look, Thanos sighs and pulls a light pink vape out of his pocket. “Fully charged, just for you.”
Nam-gyu quickly snatches it up, ignoring Thanos’s amused laugh as he puts the vape up to his mouth, sucks, and then slowly inhales through his nose. He lets himself sink further into the back cushions, the tension in his shoulders loosening with his prolonged exhale.
“I don’t know why you like that shit so much, man,” Thanos muses, pulling out a different vape — that fucking mint one he loves so much and that Nam-gyu can’t stand. “It tastes awful.”
The nerve of this asshole. “So does your come, but I swallow that every other night, don’t I?” Nam-gyu snarks back.
Thanos holds his hands up in mock surrender. “What’s with you tonight, huh?” he asks with a fading smile. “Is this about me giving you the mic at the concert? I was just playing around, bunny.”
“Don’t ‘bunny’ me right now you freak,” Nam-gyu murmurs.
He takes a hit. Inhales with the full extent of his expanding lungs. Doesn’t breathe out yet.
His mind goes a little fuzzy. The world tilts as he gets furiously light-headed.
“Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it,” Thanos goads next to him, snickering. Despite how pissed Nam-gyu is at him, he follows the clear instructions. “Alright, breathe.”
When he does, no smoke comes out, all of it having gone into his lungs. “Dizzy,” he mumbles instantly.
Fucking cotton candy.
Fucking nic.
And, yeah. Thanos knows. Nam-gyu does all types of shit, but for some reason, nicotine makes him all soft and floaty; dizzy, like he said, wanting Thanos attached to him at all times.
He doesn’t stop Nam-gyu from taking another deep lungful, though. He kind of loves how weak and cute Nam-gyu can get during this. “You did this on purpose,” Nam-gyu mumbles.
Thanos hums, neither denying nor validating that sentence. Instead, he pats the upper part of his thigh and roughly murmurs, “Come here, bunny.”
Nam-gyu’s head lolls back, but his gaze darts to Thanos’s lap. Considering. Sizing up the situation with those dark cat-like eyes of his. “I’m mad,” he whispers, like it’s some secret he needs to keep quiet despite no one is around.
“Uh-huh. Doesn’t matter,” Thanos responds, tugging on Nam-gyu’s sweater to urge him closer. “Let me hold you, come on.”
“Clingy,” Nam-gyu huffs as he finally complies. For someone who’d resisted it, he climbs on with a distinct eagerness and doesn’t hesitate to curl his legs around Thanos’s waist as he sinks his face into the hard line of his boyfriend’s shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m clingy,” Thanos snorts, running his hand down Nam-gyu’s clothed spine once before picking up his own vape and taking a deep hit. He doesn’t hold it the way Nam-gyu had, preferring to just exhale with his mouth closed, letting the smoke drift out of his nose in a wispy cloud.
Nam-gyu reaches forward to twirl a lock of purple hair around his finger. “Why’s your hair wet?”
“Because I showered after the encore.”
“Why’d you need to shower?” Nam-gyu questions with narrowing eyes as he pulls away to scrutinize Thanos’s expression. He feels the fog of nicotine beginning to dissipate in his head.
Thanos just laughs, not reading the tenseness in Nam-gyu’s voice. “I was sweaty, bro. You hate when I stink after concerts, and I kind of thought I was going to get lucky tonight.”
Nam-gyu blinks owlishly. “Was going to?” He echoes, nonplussed. After a moment, indignation rises from deep inside his chest. “What, now you don’t even want to sleep with me? You’re a fucking bastard.”
He makes a move to get away, but Thanos’s hands curl around his thighs, holding them down and keeping them wrapped around his waist. In a low, bemused tone, he murmurs, “What the hell are you talking about?”
“If you want to sleep with one of your goddamn groupies,” Nam-gyu starts with a deep scowl. Thanos’s face twists with baffled confusion, but Nam-gyu keeps talking, voice dripping with venom and disdain as he snarls, “then just fucking say so. But after you fuck your slut, don’t come crawling back to my goddamn apartment pretending you give a single shit about me, you fucking asshole.”
“I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about!” Thanos exclaims, frustrated as he looks up at the man on his lap.
“Is that why you wanted me to come to the concert?” Nam-gyu asks, continuing to rile himself up as he tries to twist out of his boyfriend’s hold. Thanos’s grip just tightens. “So that I could hear how those whores were all but dropping their panties for you and then connect the dots myself? You’re a conceited, arrogant son of a bitch, Thanos, I swear to fucking—”
Before he can continue, Thanos shoves the tip of the pink vape into his mouth, eyes narrowed dangerously and lips curled into a frown.
Through sheer muscle memory, Nam-gyu sucks, sucks, inhales…
“Hold it,” Thanos says as he takes the vape back. Before, the words had been playfully challenging; a game of sorts. This, however, is an order. And Nam-gyu knows how Thanos gets when his orders aren’t followed.
He holds the smoke in, maintaining eye contact even as the seconds pass and he feels his lungs start to beg for air.
He makes a guttural noise, one that sounds suspiciously like a whine, and tries his hardest to plead with his eyes. Let me breathe, he attempts to convey, even though he knows he can breathe if he wants to, can just ignore Thanos’s command and let himself off easy.
He doesn’t, though. He just stays perfectly still, staring at the hardening glint in Thanos’s eyes.
“Breathe,” Thanos finally allows after a minute has passed. Nam-gyu doesn’t hesitate to open his mouth, breathing in as much air as he possibly can as the nicotine rushes through him.
Light-headed.
Bastard.
He has no choice but to untense, dropping his head onto Thanos’s shoulder once again. “Asshole,” he whispers accusingly. Thanos doesn’t deny this claim.
“Why do you think I want to fuck anyone that isn’t you?” Thanos asks sincerely, running his fingers gently through Nam-gyu’s long hair. “Do you really believe that, or are you mad about something else?”
Nam-gyu hums tiredly, eyes shutting as he buries his cold face against Thanos’s skin. “You’re warm,” he mumbles. “Can we go to bed?”
“No, Nam, we’re settling this right now. Otherwise you’ll wake up mad at me for no reason,” Thanos sighs, exhausted. Distantly, Nam-gyu feels a little guilty for hurling all of this at his boyfriend after he’d just performed in front of thousands of people, something that’s bound to be depleting.
“The girls near me kept saying shit,” Nam-gyu complains quietly. “Talking about how much they want you to fuck them or whatever.”
Thanos’s eyebrows knit together. “So?”
“So…”
So…
Huh.
Hold on.
Why is he mad?
Thanos didn’t actually cheat on him. Did he really just get that upset over the idea of Thanos possibly fucking someone else?
“Can I have the cotton candy back?” he asks in lieu of an answer.
“Nam-gyu.”
“I don’t know, alright?” Nam-gyu admits defeatedly. “It just… I don’t know,” he repeats.
Thanos’s grip on his thighs softens, but his expression is still scrutinizing as he grabs the back of Nam-gyu’s head and presses him closer, til their foreheads are flush together and the air between them smells like mint-flavored cotton candy.
Nam-gyu doesn’t resist the movement, deciding to just fall limp and succumb to whatever affection Thanos wants to give him. His eyelids droop with the effort of fighting the nic-induced sleepiness. “You smell good,” he mumbles unintelligently.
Thanos chuckles, languidly dragging his hand down from the back of Nam-gyu’s head to the back of his throat, fingers curling to hold it gently, but with firm intention. “I showered,” he reminds casually, like he hadn’t just doubled the control he’s got over Nam-gyu with a simple drag of his strong palm.
Nam-gyu finally kisses him, a soft and gentle thing that’s more tentative than anything else; in exchange, Thanos licks into his mouth, easily tilting Nam-gyu’s head to get the angle that he wants.
“Why would I want anyone else?” Thanos repeats in a mumble between kisses. “Huh? Why would I want anything other than this?”
“They were pretty,” Nam-gyu answers lamely, not having time to think about why that’s a terrible response.
Thanos sighs, pulling away a little and reaching beside them to grab one of the vapes again.
Cotton candy. Nam-gyu leans forward, already exhaling before Thanos can even hand it over. For a moment, Thanos holds it out of his reach, and Nam-gyu lurches a bit to snatch it, but Thanos just laughs sadistically and twists away.
“Say please,” he coos.
Nam-gyi reaches for it again. “Fuck you.”
“So close, kitty, but not quite.”
This fucking asshole. Nam-gyu ducks to press his forehead into the crook of Thanos’s neck and presses a gentle kiss onto the skin there. Licks across it afterwards, because he’s a little high and driven by pure impulsive, nonsensical instinct.
Thanos hums. “None of those girls can be prettier than you, Nam,” he murmurs before he takes a hit of the vape. He immediately coughs the smoke out. “Ugh, that’s fucking gross, man, why the fuck do you like this sweet shit so much?”
“Give it to me then if you hate it so much,” Nam-gyu mumbles against the other’s shoulder with just a touch of brattiness.
“Still waiting for the magic word…”
Nam-gyu sighs heavily. This fucker. “Please,” he states flatly.
Thanos snorts, and the sound makes his throat vibrate pleasantly. “Say it like you don’t want me dead.”
“You’re asking for too much.”
“Indulge me.”
“Thanos,” Nam-gyu whines, finally tired of this shit and really just wanting his cotton candy back. He reaches blindly for it, hand grasping at air as Thanos laughs at him again. He finally lifts his head to glare at the grinning man. “You son of a bitch!”
“Oh, wow,” Thanos chuckles, delighted, as he keeps a struggling Nam-gyu at bay with aggravating ease. “You know, if you won’t even say ‘please’ for it, do you even want it that bad?”
Nam-gyu lets out a frustrated growl as he bucks to the left — “You’re such an asshole, I hate you!” — so Thanos adjusts, snaking an arm around his waist and pulling him closer, til their chests are flush together and Nam-gyu can feel a hardening bulge pressed against his own crotch. He makes a surprised little noise, and finally, Thanos has the decency to look somewhat flustered, despite the massive smirk on his face.
“Come on,” he laughs. “Can you blame me? I’ve got a beautiful boy like you wiggling around on my lap, acting all mad because he’s too embarrassed to ask for what he wants. It’s hot,” he tightens his grip on Nam-gyu’s waist, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip in anticipation. “You’re hot.”
While his boyfriend is distracted, Nam-gyu finally manages to steal the pink vape for himself. Thanos doesn’t put up a fight for it, though; he just sits back and watches Nam-gyu suck, inhale, and hold, hold, exhale — again, again, again.
“Gonna get even dizzier,” Thanos warns, making no move to stop him.
On the fifth hit, Nam-gyu leans down to blow out smoke into the crook of Thanos’s neck, warming the skin there. “Thanos,” he whispers in that sweet tone he knows drives his boyfriend crazy. “Please…”
Technically, he was supposed to say ‘please’ for the vape. But he reckons this is a good enough substitute, because when he leans back, Thanos’s eyes are half-lidded in lust.
Suddenly his world tilts, and he’s on his back, legs still wrapped snugly around Thanos’s waist as his boyfriend looms over him. It takes a moment for his vision to readjust, but when it does, he fucking whines.
“I’ve got you, kitty, don’t worry,” Thanos coos, dipping into English for the last two words, as he uncurls one of Nam-gyu’s thighs from around his hip and pushes it into the squirming man’s chest, spreading him open.
Fuck. Fuck.
Thanos’s eyes dart up to meet Nam-gyu’s, head already poised over the other’s crotch. “Can I?”
Nam-gyu wants to scream. “What do you fucking think?” he asks drily, then yelps when Thanos roughly pinches his inner thigh. “Yes, you idiot, you can give me head.” Before the last word is even out of Nam-gyu’s mouth, Thanos is tugging off his sweats and boxers in one hasty movement.
He looks away, red-faced, as Thanos leaves him completely exposed. If he’s being completely honest, the light struggling had sort of turned him on, too, and the proximity to Thanos’s dick isn’t really helping.
Thanos opens his mouth, surely to make a smug comment about his arousal, but Nam-gyu snaps, “I know I’m fucking wet, alright? Either get a towel so we don’t get the couch dirty or put that goddamn tongue to work.”
“Brat,” Thanos snorts, and then promptly licks across his opening.
Nam-gyu sighs contentedly as Thanos bends his leg a little further back. Lazily, he takes another hit of his vape, releasing the smoke slowly…
Thanos moans against his clit, and Nam-gyu jerks at the feeling. “Did you eat an entire fucking pineapple?” Thanos groans, his tongue swiping over his entrance again. “Why do you taste like that?”
Nam-gyu laughs through his nose. He may have gorged on some strawberries throughout the day just in case Thanos felt particularly randy after his show tonight — which he, very expectedly, did.
To be fair, he just really loves strawberries! And blueberries. And cranberries, and pineapples, and plums, and he may just really like whenever Thanos gets turned on by how sweet his come is.
“A magician never reveals his secrets, right?” He says in lieu of an answer, a little breathily as Thanos works a finger inside of him.
“You taste so goddamn good, baby, fuck. I love it.”
“I know,” Nam-gyu huffs, red-faced. “You wrote a whole song about it, you freak.” He’ll never let Thanos live that down, because what the fuck was the guy thinking?
Thanos leans back a bit to ensure that Nam-gyu can see him roll his eyes, laughing warmly against his inner thighs as he crooks his finger before slipping it out. “I also wrote a song about how much I love you — would you rather I not tell you that I love you anymore, too?”
A valid comeback. Refusing to relinquish all semblance of control, though, Nam-gyu promptly orders, “Just shut up and eat me out.”
“Yes, sir,” Thanos snorts, getting his face back between Nam-gyu’s thighs and gently sucking his clit.
Immediately, Nam-gyu’s hands fly to grasp at Thanos’s hair, crying out at the sudden jolt of pleasure. “Fuck, ugh, fuck you!”
He can fucking feel the way Thanos grins against his crotch as he brings a hand up to gently caress Nam-gyu’s stomach. And that feels good, too, in a different, loving way that makes him want to pull Thanos up and kiss him.
Instead, he just loosens his grip on the purple strands and softly gasps out, “Good– good boy.”
He watches with unabashed glee as Thanos’s hips buck forward at the praise, frantically searching for friction. His enthusiasm doubles, and he licks into Nam-gyu’s entrance with the fervor of a starved man, lapping and tasting, and then pulls away a little to work two fingers inside of him, immediately flexing them to press against that spot.
Nam-gyu can’t stop the guttural moan that feels almost punched out of him as Thanos strokes the sensitive area, the hand that had been petting his tummy moving down to press down his hip bone, holding him still and letting Thanos finger him with devastating precision.
Musicians and their sense of rhythm, goddamn.
Which…
Hold on.
Nam-gyu pulls on Thanos’s hair until the man looks up at him from between his thighs — which, fuck, the way that gets him hot all over is sinful. “Are you fucking fingering me to the beat of that song you’re working on?!”
Thanos pauses. Starts to scissor his fingers again in the same way he’d been moving them before. “Huh,” Thanos says out loud without stopping. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Well, could you maybe not?”
“Are you sure?” Thanos asks playfully as he slides a third finger inside, carefully watching the way Nam-gyu’s eyes flutter shut momentarily at the delightful stretch. “We’re about to get to the fast part.”
“As long as you don’t fucking start rapping th—”
“Baby, don’t stop this—!”
As soon as he begins, though, Thanos gets hit by a throw pillow. “And I let you inside of me,” Nam-gyu realizes incredulously as he flicks Thanos on the forehead, “on a daily basis. I cannot believe it.”
Laughing, Thanos lowers his head again and gets to work. Nam-gyu takes another deep inhale of his vape, coughing out smoke when he’s breached by the tip of Thanos’s tongue. He doesn’t stop licking inside of him even when Nam-gyu starts cursing softly under his breath, chest heaving as he takes another, more stabilizing hit of his cotton candy, and beginning to squirm when Thanos’s thumb comes up to circle his clit.
It’s so good — and maybe it’s because Nam-gyu’s a little keyed up from the earlier jealousy, anger, and fight, or maybe it’s because Thanos knows every single spot inside of him that makes him jerk and gasp, or maybe it’s simply the way that Thanos maintains eye contact as he alternates between lapping at his entrance and pressing his fingers inside, but Nam-gyu’s fucking close after just a few minutes.
He writhes, and Thanos holds his hips down again, not letting a single drop of Nam-gyu’s spend dirty up the couch. He closes his lips around his clit and sucks lightly again. He massages his g-spot with his fingertips. He fucking tears Nam-gyu apart, sparking all sorts of pleasure and making him whine and sob and beg:
“God, fuck, fuck, I hate you, I fucking love you, Su-bong, baby, please—”
Thanos chuckles against him, and then, fingers still buried deep inside, palm grinding into the other man’s clit, he mouths at the sensitive flesh of Nam-gyu’s inner thigh and bites.
It’s all over from there, pretty much. His orgasm hits him devastatingly, flooding through him in crushing, hot waves that tear him apart, over, over. He yanks hard on Thanos’s hair, grinding his hips in shallow rolls to fuck himself on his boyfriend’s fingers as he comes in warm squirts. Below him, Thanos groans loudly at the sting in his scalp, rutting harshly against the cushions.
He feels himself leaking onto Thanos’s awaiting tongue, shuddering as the man continues to lap at him, working him through it as he rubs slow and rough circles into his clit, until—
“God, Thanos, that’s too much,” he whines, pushing Thanos away by his shoulders. He’s weak from a dizzying amount of nicotine and an even more dizzying orgasm, and too sensitive to handle even the scratchy texture of the sofa beneath him, much less the way Thanos is still pleasuring him.
With one last broad lick, Thanos pulls away, chin dripping with Nam-gyu’s clear come, tongue swiping over his bottom lip to gather up all the drops he can. He’s grinning wildly, looking pleased as fucking punch.
He feels himself pulse again at the sight. Fucking freak…
“I know I sound insane,” Thanos starts — Nam-gyu braces himself, “but I wish your come was a vape flavor.”
It forces a startled laugh out of him as he nudges Thanos out from between his legs. “You’re so fucking weird, man.” With a small groan, he unbends his knee, dropping it back onto the couch with a sigh of relief.
Thanos watches Nam-gyu stretch out his sore muscles with a satisfied smile gracing his face, peering up at Nam-gyu with a mischievous glint in his eyes when the man drapes himself over his lap. “Hey, kitty,” he murmurs in a low, lecherous greeting.
“You made me come so good, pretty boy,” Nam-gyu purrs in his boyfriend’s ear, straddling his thighs. “Gonna take care of you now, ‘kay?”
With a shit-eating grin on his face, Thanos shamelessly admits, “You don’t have to.”
Nam-gyu blinks. “Huh?”
“Yeah, I, uh,” Thanos pauses, snorts to himself, and then continues with a sort of abashed glee, “I came when you pulled my hair that last time. Bro, you yanked my hair like it was the only thing keeping you grounded to the earth — that was fucking hot, bunny.”
Nam-gyu just laughs, astounded. “You came just from giving me head? What are you, a virgin?”
Thanos hums, not looking as embarrassed as Nam-gyu would be whatsoever as he slides his hands up and down Nam-gyu’s bare thighs, soothing the bruises there. “You taste like heaven, you sound like a dream, and you feel like you were fucking made for me… What did you expect?”
Red-faced, Nam-gyu can’t think of a snarky response, so he just slaps one of Thanos’s hands away from where it’s inching towards a bruising imprint of teeth and barks, “Stop it, asshole, that’s sensitive.”
Thanos listens, but only to lazily stretch out and grab the vape that’d been tossed aside the moment Nam-gyu had gotten too lost in pleasure. Nam-gyu snatches it from his hands and takes a hit.
Fucking cotton candy. So good.
“You should get this tattooed,” Thanos says absently as he settles back down, gently tracing his fingertips over the bite mark. Nam-gyu hisses softly at the sting. “I’ll bite you here over and over again and trace it with a pen, then we’ll go to a parlor and get it etched into you forever.” Thanos peers up at the man straddling him with dark, amused eyes. “Would you like that?”
Fuck.
He would.
“No, of course not,” Nam-gyu scoffs, cheeks burning as his blood buzzes. The nicotine helps to calm him — it always does — but Thanos’s words don’t lose their impact on him. He could never be gone enough for that.
“You sure about that, baby?” Thanos teases as he watches the way Nam-gyu’s fingers twitch in excitement.
“Freak.”
“Takes one to know one.”
Sensing that he’s being goaded, Nam-gyu snorts in faux disdain and gets off of his boyfriend’s lap, taking one last hit of his vape before carelessly dropping it on the cushion. Leaving his boxers on the living room floor and a disheveled Thanos on the couch, he turns around and starts heading to the bathroom.
Thanos greedily takes in the sight of Nam-gyu’s retreating form, the way his hips sway as he strips off his shirt, leaving himself in just his binder before he takes that off, too.
“Come on, freak,” Nam-gyu calls playfully without looking back. “Maybe I’ll let you give me a private encore in the shower, yeah?”
And, well. Thanos does love doing encores. That’s the last thought he has before scrambling after his boyfriend, ready for the post-concert performance of his life.
—
nam-gyu
hate u
thanos
what did i do now
nam-gyu
“beautiful boy" ??
thanos
yeah
nam-gyu
how tf did ur label even let u release this??
thanos
it’s a good song
nam-gyu
it’s fucking gay
thanos
so what??
you wanted people to know how committed i am to you right??
now they’ll know
nam-gyu
idk
wont this hurt ur career??
thanos
nah
it'll be fine
trust
nam-gyu
ur so dumb
why would u make that the SONG COVER
thanos
you didn’t want to get it tattooed
i needed to commemorate somehow
nam-gyu
bro thats my thigh tho
thanos
ok?
and it’s my teeth marks
are we playing i spy??
nam-gyu
ur a fucking idiot
thanos
yeah
do you like the song though
my beautiful boy
nam-gyu
listening to it rn
it’s ok
thanos
nam
nam-gyu
fine yeah
i like it
it’s weirdly romantic
omfg are you fucking rapping ab how my come tastes
thanos
well
yeah
that’s my job
nam-gyu
no it fucking isn’t????
is this what you were thinking ab the other day when you were eating me out??????
thanos
no i was locked in
this was after
nam-gyu
holy fuck why would u associate this song w me
i do not need all of our friends knowing i “ride your dick like a motorbike”
what is wrong with you
thanos
you do though :)
nam-gyu
r u comparing ur dick to a cruiser rn wtf
thanos
“built for comfortable and stable movement while riding in an upright position” ‼️🔥
nam-gyu
thanos im gonna fucking kill u
thanos
gonna have to see me if you wanna do that baby
come over
nam-gyu
after all this shit??
fuck no
thanos
i charged the cotton candy one up for you
nam-gyu
i’ll be there in 5
thanos
and i’m the fucked up one ok
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se-mi
So when did u get your motorcycle license
nam-gyu
shut the fuck up forever bitch