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Nam-gyu has been restless for the last few hours. Or, he thinks it’s been hours. It’s hard to tell time when the only thing determining your circadian rhythm is whenever the guards decide to turn the lights off and back on for the day, whatever that time may be. With the lack of natural sunlight, it was impossible to tell.
He shifts in his bed, the bed frame creaking uncomfortably under the change of pressure. It rang out in the otherwise almost completely silent room. The only other noise present being the soft snores of other players. With whatever drugs Thanos gave him finally flushed out of his system, Nam-gyu was way too aware of his surroundings, of the every quiet breath, of every groan of a bedframe. He hated it. It made him want to suffocate himself with his own pillow, or at the very least, he wanted to scream into it until his throat went raw. If only these damn pillows weren’t so paper thin.
Fuck, he needed a fix. Just to rid his mind of all its wandering thoughts. He didn’t want to think, he couldn’t, because if he did, he isn’t sure he would be able to vote ‘O’ after tomorrow's game, whatever it may be. And if he did that, Thanos would never forgive him. He would never look in his direction again.
He just needed to feel the familiar high that he has been chasing for all of his adult life. The thrill of swallowing a pill, the stimulation he gets from shooting up, just anything. Even just a hit from a vape would be enough to tie him over. He just needs that high. It warms him to his very core, makes him hazy for just long enough to stop thinking for a bit.
If he could just fucking sleep instead of worrying like a pussy, he would be just a few more hours closer to feeling the weight of a pill pressed into the palm of his hand by Thanos’s own. The cold sting of his rings contrasting with the warmth of his hand as it brushes against his own for a few measly seconds. And then, he would be able to bask in the high that quickly follows. A high that's enough to power him through the next game, pushing him just one day closer to the prize money he knows he’ll get, both him and Thanos.
Unfortunately for Nam-gyu, sleep is one cruel motherfucker, a fleeting sensation that keeps fucking evading him. All he could do was continue to toss and turn, pulling the flimsy blanket tighter around his frame as the cold, stale air flooded around him, sending shivers racking down his entire body. It was so fucking cold. This frigid, icebox of a room causing his whole body to shake uncontrollable. Desperately, he tucks his hands into the arms of his tracksuit, just to get any semblance of warmth to start coursing through his body.
At a loss he rolls over, again, to his back, letting his arms flop uselessly to his sides as he stares up at the bed above him, tracing the intricate patterns of the mattress above his own with his eyes. It does little to lull him to sleep or to quell his persistent, and annoying, nerves.
Nam-gyu huffs out a small sigh. The thought of waking Thanos crosses his mind, but it’s gone before it can truly formulate into anything real. The thought is shoved away into the deepest depths of his heart. Besides, what the fuck would he even say? Oh great Thanos, please sing me a lullaby to help me sleep. It even sounds stupid in his head. Nam-gyu almost wants to chastise himself for even thinking of Thanos in the first place, like he was the solution to all his problems and more so.
Yeah, he supplied him with drugs, but that was it. Nam-gyu was all too aware Thanos could not give less of a shit if he lived or died. The thought tugs a bit at his heartstrings, but Nam-gyu knows the truth behind the statement no matter his feelings on it. The bastard couldn’t even remember his fucking name, for God’s sake, no matter how many times he corrected him. It just felt like a cruel joke at this point, just another way to get Nam-gyu begging for any inkling of attention Thanos was willing to spare him.
And, fuck, did it work. Nam-gyu would be an idiot to even try to deny it. Thanos had him like a dog on a leash, punished with a sharp tug on his collar and rewarded with a pat on the head, both actions just making him come back for more and more. It was desperate. Pathetic. But Nam-gyu couldn’t help himself, he wanted to be everything Thanos wanted him to be, even if that was his fucking dog. His good boy.
Nam-gyu feels a sudden heat in his dick, his cock stirring in interest at whatever fucked up rabbit hole he has gone down. His eyes widen in shock as he scoots himself up onto his elbows. “Shit,” Nam-gyu hisses under his breath, staring at his own offending cock that was quickly hardening against his will, his sweatpants tenting noticeably against the pressure of his erection.
He tries willing it away, conjuring up any fucked up thoughts he could think of, but everything always led back to Thanos, like an unrelenting feedback loop. His dick just fills up more and more. And soon enough, he’s so hard it hurts, his cock throbbing from underneath its constraints.
Desperately, he brings his hand down to paw at his clothed cock without a second thought, grinding the palm of his hand against his hard on. The feeling of sweet relief overwhelms him completely and fully, flooding his senses until all he can think about is how good the pressure on his cock is. An unwanted whine escapes his lips, and Nam-gyu quickly slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound.
Almost unconsciously, he thrusts his hips up into the welcoming pressure, humping into his own hand like a mangy dog, Thanos’s dog, his good boy. The thought forces another whimper out of him, and Nam-gyu has to bite down onto the sleeve of his sweatshirt to suppress the involuntary noise that forces its way out of his throat. His palm slides over his groin, squeezing softly to relieve some of the built up tension.
It’s not enough. He groans weakly, dissatisfied with the little friction he can achieve like this. Hastily he shoves his hand underneath the blanket, letting his fingers toy with the waistband of his sweatpants before he finally slides his hand down, wrapping his fingers around his cock. Nam-gyu sucks in a sharp breath, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as his hand closes around the length of his dick, his thumb sliding over his tip to gather up the pre.
And still, the only thought running rampant in his mind is Thanos. Thanos’s hand on his dick, Thanos’s lips on his own, Thanos’s voice whispering praises in his ears, followed by degrading insults. And the worst part? He can’t even blame it on the high, because Nam-gyu hasn’t felt so shockingly sober in a long time.
“Yo, Nam-su, what the fuck are you doing?”
Nam-gyu freezes with his hand still wrapped around his cock. He doesn’t need to look to see who the voice belongs to, he’s been hearing it in his head for the last few minutes after all, jacking off to the thought of that very voice hurling both praise and abuse at him. He looks anyway.
Just as expected, Thanos is propped up over his mattress, using both arms as leverage to hold himself up as he glares daggers at Nam-gyu for interrupting his sleep, lips pulled down into something sinister. Nam-gyu feels his dick throb pathetically in his hand under the scrutinizing look. This is it. Nam-gyu’s life is over. If the next game doesn’t kill him, whatever humiliation ritual Thanos is about to put him through definitely will. He tries not to think about why the thought makes his cock twitch with interest.
“Why the hell are you making so much fucking noise, bro, what the fuck are you do–”
Thanos cuts himself off, eyes widening for a fraction of a second as he finally seems to realize the compromising position he has caught Nam-gyu in. Thanos is silent for a second, and then for a few more seconds. Nam-gyu stares back at him worriedly, still frozen in place like a deer caught in headlights, a strange mix of humiliation and lust stirring in the pit of his stomach.
Maybe that’s why he doesn’t move his hand away, or why he doesn’t even try to defend himself. Maybe he wanted this deep down, wanted Thanos to find him in such a suspicious position, wanted Thanos to humiliate him and put him in his place. The thought sends a poorly repressed shudder down his spine, his whole body trembling.
“You dirty, dirty boy,” Thanos teases in English after a few achingly long seconds of silence. And, fuck, Nam-gyu never thought he would find someone speaking English attractive.
Thanos leans over so his entire upper body was now hovering over Nam-gyu’s bed, his legs still on the prongs of the ladder for balance. He smirks dangerously, something teasing and daring, something that sends sparks through Nam-gyu’s entire body. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Nothing,” Nam-gyu chokes out a bit too quickly, hand unconsciously squeezing tighter around his shaft, his thumb ghosting over his tip. He bites his lip hard to suppress a noise. Thanos takes notice, latches onto the barely noticeable movement like a shark eyeing its prey. He raises a brow with that wicked smirk still playing on his lips.
He crawls onto the bed without another word. Nam-gyu feels his breath hitch as the weight of the mattress shifts around him to support Thanos. The surrounding darkness makes it hard to make out any distinct features, but Nam-gyu can still sense that viscous glint in Thanos’s eyes, a glint that signals both danger and fun. A look Nam-gyu is all too familiar with by now. He swallows nervously, torn between removing his hand from his pants and thrusting up into his fist until he comes with Thanos leaning over him.
With a borderline evil grin, Thanos crowds into his personal space. He cages Nam-gyu’s body with his own, putting a hand by each side of his head so Nam-gyu couldn’t even get away if he wanted to. He was trapped, utterly and completely trapped. Thanos leans in close, his mouth ghosting over his ear. “Yeah? Doesn’t seem like ‘nothing’ to me. Which one of these bitches are you getting off to, huh?”
Nam-gyu swallows around the uncomfortable lump in his throat, knowing there’s no ‘bitches’ he’s getting off to, but Thanos instead. Nam-gyu turns his head to the side, away from Thanos’s perverted gaze. A deep, hot shame washes over him, threatening to drown him.
Fingertips ghost along his chin, feather light touches that quickly turn into something aggressive and painful. Thanos holds onto his chin with a bruising grasp, fingertips digging deep into his flesh. Thanos holds him in place, forcing eye contact between them. Nam-gyu has no choice but to stare right into his eyes. Even with the drugs washed out of his system, Thanos’s pupils are still blown wide, leaving only a small ring of blue in its wake.
“Answer me,” Thanos demands, his breath hot on the shell of his ear. He nips softly at his earlobe, his teeth barely grazing him, but it's enough to make Nam-gyu let out a breathy whine, hips bucking in instinct.
“None… none of them. Not any of them,” Nam-gyu finally gets out between shallow breaths, his heart beating rapidly, all his blood pumping straight to his dick.
Thanos grins, wild and animalistic, all sharp teeth and pointed canines that threaten to rip a chunk right out of Nam-gyu’s neck, tearing him apart until all the blood is drained from his body. Even more terrifying than that thought is that Nam-gyu is so hard right now he doesn’t think he would stop Thanos if he did try to devour him fully and completely.
Slowly, Thanos’s hands find purchase on Nam-gyu’s waist. He slides his hands up, pushing up the loose fabric of his sweatshirt to reveal an expanse of pale skin, unmarked by Thanos’s cruelly gentle touch. Nam-gyu breath hitches. In slow, precise movements, so unlike the erratic gestures Nam-gyu is used to seeing from Thanos, the man traces his hands along his body before drifting back down to his waistband. He hooks a single finger until the fabric teasingly, toying with it.
Nam-gyu sucks in a breath, throwing an arm over his face. His whole body is shaking, his dick still rock hard, straining painfully against his underwear and sweatpants. He hasn’t moved his hand yet, the gentle squeeze of his fist around his cock the only thing stopping him from crying out from desperation. The small stimulation is better than nothing at all. But, he needs to be properly touched, he needs Thanos. He needs Thanos’s hands running all over his body, over his cock. The thought causes something dangerous to stir in the pit of his stomach, unwanted thoughts and feelings.
“Who then?” Thanos asks innocently, sliding his knee between Nam-gyu’s spread legs. His thigh presses down softly on his clothed cock, both a warning and a reward. Nam-gyu’s eyes flutter shut at the new sensation, holding back a moan as he grinds against the newfound pressure. He finally removes his hand from his aching dick to gain better access to Thanos’s leg, grabbing uselessly at Thanos’s shoulders to support himself as he humps against his thigh like a dog in heat.
Thanos looks down at him with both amusement and disgust. “Who are you thinking about, baby?” He repeats.
Nam-gyu moans, high and whiny, muffled against the arm he has pressed against his mouth. In a better state of mind, Nam-gyu would have the sense to be humiliated by these noises he didn’t even know he could make, but right now, Thanos is pressing his body against him, slotting his knee between his legs for Nam-gyu to grind against, rendering his head empty of any thoughts that aren’t Thanos, Thanos, Thanos.
“You,” Nam-gyu finally gets out between choked moans. “You, I’m thinking about you–”
Thanos crashes his lips onto his own, wasting no time before licking into his mouth. It’s messy and wet, more of a clash of teeth and tongues than an actual kiss. Thanos kisses him like he wants to devour him whole, like he wants to rip out his tongue with his teeth and eat it right in front of him. Nam-gyu moans into the kiss, only allowing easier access to his mouth, which Thanos takes clear advantage of, licking and biting and kissing him like his life depends on it. Nam-gyu finds his hands drifting to Thanos’s neck, pulling him in closer until their bodies meld into one, their cocks grinding against one another.
Thanos has a hand on his waist still, the other carding through his long hair and pulling hard, gripping at the strands like a vice. The hand on his waist holds him down, not letting him get any of the friction he desperately needs.
To Nam-gyu’s displeasure, Thanos removes his lips from his own, leaving a thin strand of salvia between them that quickly snaps. Before Nam-gyu can complain though, Thanos swiftly latches onto his neck, nipping and biting at the exposed skin with his sharp canines. He mouths at his neck, and Nam-gyu cranes his head to the side to allow him better access, letting out a particularly loud whine when Thanos bites down hard on the juncture between his neck and collarbone.
A hand is quickly slapped over his mouth, Thanos once again moving away to loom over him. He smirks devilishly, lips red and spit-covered. “You better stay quiet, baby, you don’t want anyone hearing how much of a slut you are, do you?” He says with mock concern. “If you can’t handle being quiet for me, I’ll have to leave you like this."
“No!” Nam-gyu whisper-shouts into Thanos's palm, voice going higher than he would like, more desperate than he has ever heard himself be before. “No, don’t, please. I’ll… I’ll be a good boy," he whimpers, voice muffled, but audible enough to be understood.
Thanos blinks down at him, rendered speechless for less than half a second before his shocked face morphs into something dangerously and deliciously evil, a twisted grin spreading across his features as he looks down at Nam-gyu like he was his next meal. “Yeah, you will, baby,” Thanos laughs cruelly, removing his hand from Nam-gyu's mouth in order to practically rip his pants and underwear down in one go, just enough to reveal Nam-gyu's aching cock.
Finally, after what has felt like hours of teasing, Thanos wraps his hand around his length, and Nam-gyu lets out a shaky breath at the sudden contact. Thanos gathers up the precome that has been slowly trickling out from the head of his cock with his thumb and uses it to lube up his dick. He pumps his cock at a quick pace. Nam-gyu throws his head back into the pillow, letting his eyes fall shut as Thanos continues to stroke his length. It’s wonderful, it’s everything he could ever imagine. The warmth of Thanos’s hand is a stark contrast to the cold, metallic feel of his thick rings, the clash of the sensations sending tingles throughout his entire body.
It's not long before he has to quiet himself again, biting onto the sleeve of his jacket sleeve. Drool pulls at the corners of his mouth, leaving the fabric wet and spit-riddled. But, even with his mouth properly stuffed, it’s barely enough to keep him quiet. Nam-gyu moans loudly and wantonly, as if they were in a completely empty room and not surrounded by hundreds of sleeping people. He was too far gone to care what anyone else thought, but he didn't want to disappoint Thanos, who specifically asked him to stay quiet. However, despite his best efforts, soft whimpers kept slipping past his sleeve with each stroke of his cock.
“I–I can’t,” Nam-gyu started, removing his sleeve from his mouth so he could speak. However, Thanos doesn't let him finish, leaning down to greedily swallow up Nam-gyu’s lips in a heated kiss, gulping down his every moan with his mouth. His hand continued to move at a rapid pace, squeezing just the right amount at all the right places. Each tug of his fist forced a whole new sound out of Nam-gyu’s mouth, each one happily swallowed down by Thanos.
Nam-gyu met each of his strokes with a thrust of his hips, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic the closer he got to his breaking point. He could feel his cock twitching with each brush of Thanos’s hand. Thanos, apparently aware, speeds up his motions, fisting Nam-gyu’s cock with a newfound vigor.
Thanos just so slightly leans his head back, detaching his lips from Nam-gyu’s with a slick pop. “You gonna be a good boy and come for me?” Thanos teases with a grin, his hand continuing to slide over his properly lathered cock, thumb toying with his slit.
All Nam-gyu can do is nod eagerly, his voice too wrecked to make anything he says sound coherent. With that, Thanos grins deviously before sinking his teeth into his neck once again, biting up and down the exposed skin until Nam-gyu is sure his entire neck is peppered in purple and red bruises. That'll be a pain to hide in the morning. Finally, Thanos bites down onto that particular spot again, and Nam-gyu's eyes roll back into his skull, his orgasm all but ripping out of him. Thanos’s hand eases him through it as he continues to slowly stroke his softening cock.
Panting exhaustedly, Nam-gyu sinks into the mattress uselessly, squeezing his eyes shut tight. He feels everything and nothing at the same time, floating in this strange cloud of complete bliss. It's almost a better feeling than getting high. Almost. When he opens his eyes again moments later, Thanos is staring down at him expectantly.
“You did so good, baby. My good boy,” Thanos coos softly in English, his tone dripping with the facade of care and affection, but Nam-gyu is like putty in his hands nonetheless, melting at his every word. Latching onto everything he says like a knowing fly landing on the sharp prongs of a flytrap, the sweet taste of nectar outweighing the threat of death.
“Yeah?” Nam-gyu whispers, voice weak and shaky.
“Yeah,” Thanos confirms with a less-than-sincere smile. But, Nam-gyu doesn’t mind. He thinks he might be a bit pathetic, a bit desperate for Thanos’s attention, taking whatever he can get from him. Maybe there’s still some of today’s pill left in his system, or maybe he’s still coming down from the high of his first orgasm in days, or maybe he just needs Thanos like he needs air. “You think you can be a good boy for me for just a bit longer?” He asks.
Nam-gyu nods his head, willing to do anything for Thanos. Whatever he wants.
He grins, caressing his cheek and Nam-gyu fights the urge to lean into the touch. “I want you to suck me off, k?”
Nam-gyu blinks, startled out of the haze he’s been in for the last few minutes. It’s worded like a question, but Nam-gyu knows it’s more of a demand if anything. It’s a ‘I got you off, now it’s your turn to get me off’ kind of thing. Because, this is nothing else to Thanos but sex for the fun of it, another risk, another game. Nam-gyu’s heart drops to his stomach at the realization. He doesn’t want to think anymore. He wishes he wasn't so fucking sober right now, maybe then Thanos's words wouldn't hurt so much.
He takes a look around and notices everyone around their immediate vicinity seems miraculously asleep somehow. But just because everyone is asleep now, doesn’t mean they’re determined to stay asleep. “Here?” He whispers, looking at Thanos like he’s fucking stupid, and he might just be. But, that makes Nam-gyu even dumber for falling for him.
“Where else, boy?” And Thanos fucking cackles like it’s the funniest thing he has ever said, like they aren’t already risking their entire reputation by doing this. Is he seriously high, while Nam-gyu himself is so scarily sober? He tries not to think about why he's more disappointed than jealous, why the thought of Thanos needing to be high to fuck him causes his mood to sour. “So, yeah? You doing it?
Cautiously, Nam-gyu takes another glance around the room, and finding nothing has changed since he last looked a few seconds ago, he reluctantly nods his head. He could feel his entire body pulsing, he wasn’t sure if it was fear or anticipation. He thinks both. Despite everything, he so desperately wants a taste of Thanos, to feel his cock sit heavy on his tongue, to have his throat used and abused until it was bruised from the inside out. His cock, despite coming minutes ago, stirs with interest.
Thanos grins triumphantly at his agreement, scooting backwards until his back collides with the end of the bed frame, the metal frame creaking from his weight. He spreads his legs wide, allowing enough room for Nam-gyu to kneel between his open thighs. He pats the space with his hand, like beckoning over a dog. Obediently, Nam-gyu scoots forward until he’s comfortably laying face to face with Thanos’s clothed cock.
Nam-gyu can’t help but startle when he feels a hand on his cheek, a touch too uncharacteristically gentle to be Thanos, but when he looks up from the cock in front of him, it truly is Thanos, cradling his face like he actually means anything to him. It’s more cruel than any insult he can throw at him. “You look so pretty like this, so ready to take my cock,” his hands trails to the back of his neck, carding softly through his hair, “I can’t wait to bend you over later."
His voice is sickly-sweet, but his smile is dangerous, alluring. Nam-gyu isn’t sure if his words are a promise or a threat. He doesn’t think it matters, because now he’s nodding along dumbly, mouth slightly agape as Thanos slips a thumb past his lips, opening his jaw wide. “Pretty… just like a girl,” he teases, pressing the pad of his thumb against Nam-gyu’s tongue, only forcing his jaw to slacken more against the building pressure.
With his free hand, Thanos pulls his waistband down far enough for his cock to spring free, Nam-gyu just close enough for Thanos’s tip to slap him lightly on the cheek, dotting his face with a speck of pre. Nam-gyu eyes widen. He's huge, cock both large in girth and length. How the fuck is he expected to take all of that? Thanos giggles cutely at his shock, running a hand through his hair reassuringly.
“Open wide,” Thanos says in a singsongy tone, and Nam-gyu obliges without hesitation, stretching his mouth open wider than it already was from Thanos’s thumb.
With more care than he expected, Thanos presses the tip of his cock into the wet heat of Nam-gyu’s awaiting mouth. It's a strange sensation, but one Nam-gyu finds himself enjoying nonetheless. He likes how heavy the cock felt resting atop his tongue, even if it is just the tip, likes the salty taste of Thanos’s precome staining his mouth.
Nam-gyu licks at the head hesitantly, his tongue running along the slit. Thanos lets out a low groan that lets Nam-gyu know he was doing something right. With newfound confidence, he licks and sucks at Thanos’s cock with fever, running his tongue along the underside of Thanos’s shaft. Without warning Thanos suddenly shoves the rest of his cock inside his slack mouth. Nam-gyu gags helplessly, feeling the head of Thanos’s cock hit the very back of his throat. His throat constricts against his will, squeezing at the dick lodged deep down his windpipe. It only makes him gags more, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. He flicks his eyes up to Thanos's face, eyes wide and pleading. He can feel the tears threatening to spill.
“Don’t cry, baby, it’ll only make me wanna ruin you more,” Thanos grins with a sadistic glint in his eye. He grips hard at the hair at the back of his head, rendering Nam-gyu unable to move away from the offending cock. He has no choice but to pleasure Thanos, to give him everything he wants. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Is that okay?” The hold on his hair lessens just enough for Nam-gyu to answer. He hesitates for just a second before slowly nodding his head ‘yes,’ because God knows he was not going to say no, even if a part of him was ashamed for agreeing so easily.
“That’s my good boy.”
He pulls out slowly, letting his cock drag along the walls of Nam-gyu’s mouth, until only the tip rests between his lips. Nam-gyu waits expectantly for Thanos to rail his cock into his mouth, preparing himself to take more than he knows he can handle, but... nothing. Nam-gyu furrows his brows and looks up, only to be greeted with Thanos smiling down at him stupidly. “Yeah, I’m definitely keeping you around after this,” is all the explanation Thanos gives for his pause before ramming into Nam-gyu’s mouth hard and fast, catching him off guard.
Weakly, Nam-gyu chokes around the girth, the unshed tears finally spilling down his cheeks as the cock finds its way nestled deep down his throat. Thanos continues to pull in and out, keeping hold of Nam-gyu’s head to meet his thrusts halfway. Nam-gyu chokes around each push, trying desperately to keep up with Thanos’s pace, but all he can do is choke and cry as Thanos uses him as a living sex toy. The tears continue to fall down his face, the only thing stopping him from choking out sobs being the dick shoved into his open mouth.
It’s disgusting how much he enjoys it. How much he loves the way his throat burns uncomfortably, the way his jaw is starting to ache, the way he can barely breathe through a mouthful of cock. Yet, even with all of that occupying his senses, all he could truly focus on was Thanos. The way his face flushes a beautiful red, the way he throws his head back in pleasure, the way he muffles his low groans with his hand. If Nam-gyu were to die choking on his cock, he would be glad the last thing he saw was Thanos like this, ruined because of him.
“Fuck, fuck, you’re such a good slut. You’re my slut, just mine. You belong to me, baby. No one else. No one else will ever have you,” Thanos pants mindlessly, his hips snapping up with a newfound vigor. Nam-gyu nods enthusiastically, bobbing his head up and down on the cock in his mouth. He wants to agree, wants to tell Thanos that he’ll always be his, he’ll be whatever he wants him to be, but all he can do is nod, his whole body shaking. Thanos is close to coming and Nam-gyu realizes somewhere in the back of his mind that he’s gotten hard again at some point. Mindlessly, he grinds his erection against the bed, sobbing quietly.
“Such a good boy, so good at taking my cock. You were made for this. Fuck, I should’ve done this on day one. Should of had you bent over the bathroom sink already, stuffing you full of my cock.” Nam-gyu can only sob harder, can only nod his head faster, anything to let Thanos know that he wants this as much as he does.
Thanos’s thrusts become sporadic and desperate. His cock is pulsing in Nam-gyu’s mouth, twitching with each piston of his hips. With a final thrust, Thanos pushes in as deep as he possibly can and shoots his load right down Nam-gyu’s throat, giving him no choice but to desperately swallow down his load with an unpleasant grimace. Thanos stills for a moment before slowly pulling out of his mouth, wincing and panting in overstimulation as his soft cock is dragged across the walls of Nam-gyu's throat.
It’s quiet for a moment, the only sound between the two being their soft pants. Cautiously, Nam-gyu begins to sit up on his knees until he’s face-to-face with an uncharacteristically quiet Thanos. Nam-gyu isn’t sure if he should speak up first or patiently wait for Thanos to be ready to talk. He doesn’t want to risk upsetting him and ruining his chances of getting fucked into oblivion at some point.
“You do that before?” Thanos finally asks, tucking his softening dick back into his pants. It’s only at the thought of Thanos's soft cock does Nam-gyu realize his own cock has softened, his load not caught by Thanos’s hand this time, but his underwear. Gross.“You ever suck cock like a bitch before?”
“No, uh, never,” Nam-gyu doesn’t know why he feels so nervous all of a sudden. Was he bad? Is Thanos disappointed with his performance?
Thanos hums in thought, face neutral before breaking out into one of his usual devilish smirks. “So, you were just born a slut then? A real natural,” he teases, leaning into Nam-gyu’s personal space.
Nam-gyu rolls his eyes, shoving at Thanos’s shoulder playfully. “Shut the hell up, man,” he huffs, more embarrassed than he’s letting on, though he’s sure the flush overtaking his face is a dead give away.
“Nah, boy, you loved taking my dick. I can’t wait to really fuck you.”
“Yeah?” Nam-gyu asks, maybe too hopefully.
“Fuck yeah!” Thanos cheers, way louder than he should have in the quiet room filled top to bottom with hundreds of strangers, all looking for ways to fuck over their competitors. Thanos seems to realize this too as he quiets down, glancing left and right. Seeing he’s in the clear, he directs his attention back to Nam-gyu. “Better than any head I’ve gotten from a girl, baby,” he stretches out the last word teasingly, and it gets the reaction he was wanting as Nam-gyu goes red and averts his gaze.
"Whatever, man..." Nam-gyu mutters off to the side, still refusing to look at Thanos.
"Don't look so upset, bro, it's a compliment!" Thanos says a little too loudly.
"Yeah, because I want to be known for sucking dick."
"Sucking my dick," Thanos clarifies with a stupid smile. "You think I'm gonna let you do that to anyone else? Nah, boy! You're all mine, now."
Nam-gyu blinks owlishly, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. He stares at Thanos for a moment, scanning over his features for any signs of mockery. He sees none. "Yours?" He asks dumbfounded, voice small and faraway.
"Mine," he says with finality, leaning forward to capture Nam-gyu's lips in a bruising kiss. Nam-gyu reciprocates eagerly, pushing himself into Thanos until they're chest to chest. Thanos rests a hand on his waist, the other cradling his check. Every point of contact burns. Nam-gyu feels like a fire has been lit inside his body, like his insides are melting away into a puddle of goo. He wraps his arms around Thanos's neck, pulling him impossibly closer, and Thanos moves easily, smiling into his mouth. Nam-gyu has to pull back for air, gasping for breath. There's a silence between them, the only sounds being their panting breaths. They're impossibly close, noses brushing against each other.
Nam-gyu realizes he wants to be by Thanos's side forever. The thought scares the shit out of him, he almost wants to push it deep down and never address it again, but he can't bare the thought of Thanos leaving him, of watching him crawl back to his own bed. Nam-gyu shallows harshly around a lump in his throat, an awkward question burning in his mind.
“Can you–” he starts cautiously, watching the way Thanos’s expression morphs into something teasing, something borderline cruel. Like he knows just what Nam-gyu wants but refuses to give it to him without him asking first. “I can’t sleep," he lands on, which isn't really a lie. His inability to sleep is what got him into this situation to begin with.
Thanos lifts a brow, a devious smirk still plastered on his face, as if to ask “so?”
“You damn bastard,” he mumbles before sucking in a sharp inhale. “Can you stay with me?” Nam-gyu finally spits out, eyes staring at any point that wasn’t Thanos’s teasing grin or his mischievous eyes. “Please?”
Thanos makes a satisfied noise, his smile twisting into something more genuine. Nam-gyu blinks back surprise at the expression, not used to seeing Thanos look so disgustingly sincere. “See? All you had to do was ask, princess.” Nam-gyu turns red at the pet name, not hating it like he should, not that he would ever admit that. Instead, he grumbles out something indistinct that Thanos laughs at.
With little grace, Thanos clambers to his side. He sidles in next to Nam-gyu with ease, pulling the blanket over the both of them. They're facing each other. With the small size of the bed, they're practically nose to nose. This feels too intimate, too real compared to the mindless blowie from just a few moments ago.
“Turn around,” Thanos whispers.
Nam-gyu frowns. “Why?”
“Just fucking do it, bro,” Thanos demands. Nam-gyu’s face twists into something sour at the tone, but he does what he's told anyway. Like a good boy. Like Thanos’s good boy. Maybe it really was all nothing, maybe Thanos could handle watching Nam-gyu suck his dick, but the thought of having to look at his face while sleeping by his side was simply too much, maybe–
An arm wraps around his waist, tugging at him until his back collides with Thanos’s front. Nam-gyu lets out an embarrassing squeak at the sudden touch. He braces himself for whatever insulting remark Thanos is about to throw at him, but nothing comes up. Instead, the grip around his waist just tightens. So tight Nam-gyu is sure he'll have bruises on his hips in the morning.
“Think you can sleep now?” Thanos mumbles, voice slow and drowsy, but there's still a teasing lilt to the question.
“Yeah… think so,” he whispers back.
He hums, pleased, “G’night, Nam-gyu.”
He does know my name, is is the last conscious thought Nam-gyu can process before drifting off into the first good night's sleep he’s had in ages. One not induced by the soft lull of drugs pumping through his system, but by Thanos’s body pressed soundly against his back, comfortingly.
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When the wake up alarm startles him awake as it has every morning since he's gotten to the Games, Nam-gyu goes to tug his paper thin blanket over his face in an attempt to block out the fluorescent lights assaulting his tired eyes. However, when he tries to pull at the blanket, he finds his arms rendered unmovable, completely trapped by someone's own arms. By Thanos’s arms.
In the haze of the morning, Nam-gyu almost thought last night was a dream. But if the weight of Thanos’s arms wrapped around him and his disgusting underwear have anything to show for it, it definitely was not. Nam-gyu is stuck between a strange mix of elation and worry, the two contrasting emotions not being helped by Thanos unconsciously mouthing at his neck, open mouthed and wet.
Thanos?” His voice is rough and slurred with sleep, and sore from last night's activities. Thanos stubbornly doesn't move, so Nam-gyu is forced to wiggle one of his hands free to shake him awake. He grabs roughly at his shoulder, and jostles him back and forth.
“Wha–” Thanos starts, blinking awake, purple hair tousled cutely. When his eyes finally focus on Nam-gyu, he shoots up, his head just narrowly missing the bed above him. “Nam-gyu?” Thanos purses his lips into something akin to a frown, but not quite.
Nam-gyu has trouble placing the expression, but he'd bet it’s something similar to what he is feeling now, that mix of ecstasy and worry, of delight and fear. He doesn't say anything else, Nam-gyu doesn't exactly expect him to. But it all but confirms what Nam-gyu has feared since Thanos first crawled into his bed, that this was just mindless sex to him, an easy way to get his rocks off.
People are staring at them now. Nam-gyu almost doesn’t care, but Thanos makes the smart decision of starting to climb out of the bed, his movements a bit too rushed to be casual. Nam-gyu just watches him. He isn't sure what to say. He doesn't think anything he can say will be right. Maybe this is for the best, parting in silent agreement to never speak about this again.
Thanos is a few steps down the ladder when he finally pauses to look at Nam-gyu for the first time since he opened his eyes. He stares at him like he wants to say something important, something meaningful. Nam-gyu is stupid enough to think that maybe he will. Instead, all he says after an uncomfortably long minute is, “Meet me in the bathroom after the next game, got it, bro?” He pauses, his eyes flickering around the room before landing back on Nam-gyu’s face. He leans in quick, placing a short peck on Nam-gyu’s lips, too short for Nam-gyu to even properly register it until the fleeting feeling is gone.
It’s so unlike the kisses they shared last night that it startles Nam-gyu. He blinks dumbly at Thanos. “A little something to tie you over,” he teases, voice loud and boisterous. And then, he’s climbing down again, leaving Nam-gyu in stunned silence.
“That fucking asshole…” Nam-gyu mutters under his breath, rubbing at his eyes with his hand. However, he can't help the small smile that spreads across his face. He traces his fingers over his lips, like he could still feel the touch of Thanos's lips on his own. Nam-gyu internally scoffs at his behavior, but still pulls his hand back to examine his fingers, looking for a lingering trace of Thanos he knows he won't find there. God, he feels ridiculous. He feels hopeless. Hopelessly, ridiculously infatuated. It makes him want to vomit. But, beneath that is a little inkling of hope, hope for whatever this thing is between him and Thanos.
“The hell was that about?”
Nam-gyu all but jumps out of his skin, yelping at an embarrassingly loud volume. Se-mi, of course, that bitch, is staring him down from a few beds away. A small, amused smile toying at her lips– the most emotion Nam-gyu has seen from her thus far– probably finding joy in Nam-gyu’s embarrassment like the bitch she is.
“None of your fucking business,” He huffs out with less bite than he would have liked. Nonetheless, she rolls her eyes, muttering something too quiet for him to hear before backing off, leaving Nam-gyu completely alone with his thoughts. A dangerous place for him to be right now, not when he can still feel the ghost of Thanos’s hands on his body. He runs a trembling hand through his tousled hair, messy from Thanos pulling at his strands. Just another reminder of last night. Fuck, he needs to get high. He wants to forget just as much as he wants to remember forever, wants the memory permanently seared into his mind.
Maybe he is a bit pathetic, and a bit desperate, and a bit too willing to do whatever Thanos wants of him, but, he couldn't be too upset at himself when Thanos's words from last night ring clear in his head. He's his.