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Thanos and Namgyu didn't really know how they got into this situation. In a deep underground train station, long abandoned from civilization. Graffiti, flickering lights, and rusty train tracks decorating the area as loud echoed moans bounced off the walls.
The two were pressed against an old tilled pillar with half destroyed flyers still attached. One of Namgyu's legs hiked up to Thanos' waist, the purple haired man holding it up with his ringed fingers. Their mouths moving together as their hips simultaneously grinding together.
The fabric of their jeans grinding roughly onto their hard lengths. Namgyu moaning loudly, Thanos moaning into the other's open mouth, his grip holding Namgyu onto the wall bruisingly.
One of Namgyu's hands lacing through the purple dye while the other softly gripped Thanos' throat, his hold a bit tight but not enough to cause any circulation issues. The kiss disconnected as Thanos' head fell to Namgyu's shoulder, his pace quickening. Namgyu's sweaty hair fell and stuck to his face as he leaned his head back, the flyer behind him offering a bible study.
Thanos bit down on the skin between Namgyu's neck and shoulder hard, causing a loud sound to escape Namgyu's lips as Thanos' pace got staggered.
A loud grunt left Thanos as his body shuddered, riding out his high, continuing to rub into Namgyu. He let Namgyu's leg down, causing him to softly palm himself immediately from lack of contact.
"Fucking bitch," Namgyu mumbled. Thanos kept his face buried, his breath hot and heavy, his body still twitching. "Subong," Namgyu whined, trying to get any attention.
"Fuck, Namsu, give me a minute," Thanos mumbled out. Namgyu groaned, slipping his hand under his boxers to touch himself with Thanos' weight still on him.
His hand moved quickly, not wanting to lose his arousal. Thanos moved his head slightly to still have his forehead resting on Namgyu's shoulder, but enough space to be able to see Namgyu working himself.
He listened to the sounds the boy beneath him made as his pace quickened with each movement of his wrist. Thanos lifted his head to watch Namgyu's face pinched and twisted. Thanos connected their lips again, hard and rough, teeth clashing.
He moved his hand to replace Namgyu's, gently ripping his wrist away. He kept the same pace that Namgyu had going, his thumb gracing over Namgyu's leaking tip.
"Subong," Namgyu moaned into the kiss, his hips bucking up to meet Thanos' hand, the grip tight and fast. Namgyu's legs beginning to shake until he came into Thanos' hand, into his jeans. He moaned loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls, seeing stars.
Their breaths mingled together, and after riding out his orgasm, Thanos wiped his hand on his shirt, not caring how the liquid would sink in, creating a stained look. They looked lips again, Namgyu still twitching from his release, the kiss was much softer and passionate than the last.
They had almost forgotten where they were, the dirty abandoned space, until they heard a rough voice. "Hey! Who's down here?!"