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Nam-gyu had quite the handful of bad habits. For starters, he had a tendency to get fairly blasted whenever he was given ample opportunity for it. Where he was right now, at a house party with a kitchen full of what seemed like unlimited liquor up for grabs, it was pretty easy for him to get wasted fast. That was bad habit number one. Bad habit number two was that he didn't have the biggest filter, and he was prone to mouthing off to almost anybody for any god damn reason. He didn't usually hold himself back, mouth moving faster than his brain to cop an attitude at whoever he felt deserved it. His third bad habit was letting alcohol loosen his already minuscule filter even further, letting all of his bad habits mingle together to make him lip off to people he'd usually go out of his way to be more of a people pleaser towards. Well, to the one singular person he went out of his way to not piss off.
He didn't mean to insult Thanos, he really didn't. But he couldn't help it. Nam-gyu had washed down an uncountable number of shots chased with who knew how many drinks and even a couple bong rips mixed in there along the way, so he definitely wasn't the most sound of mind. Even less sound of mind when he stumbled upon Thanos trying to hit on some dumb bitch and get in her pants, and he wasn't sure if the burning feeling he got at the sight was from the upteenth shot he recently took rising back up his throat, or if it was pure unfiltered anger.
That was yet another bad habit of Nam-gyu's: getting insanely jealous whenever Thanos gave someone other than him any sort of positive attention, no matter what form that attention came in. He knew realistically he didn't have any right to be jealous over his best friend being friendly with others or, in this case, trying to get laid. He didn't own Thanos, but that didn't stop Nam-gyu from wanting him all to himself. It was something he couldn't explain, and also something he very much couldn't prevent himself from feeling no matter how hard he tried, so he just convinced himself it was a completely regular way to feel about your closest buddy. Nothing wrong with him wanting to be the sole focus of Thanos' interest and attention at all times.
So, he might've accidentally said out loud for that whore, Thanos, and anyone else in the nearby vicinity with ears to hear that Thanos had a small dick. It definitely wasn't true, Nam-gyu would know considering he'd seen it for himself a few times — you know, just casual homie things — and Thanos had some decent length to himself, even a fair bit of girth too. It was overall a great dick, probably would feel amazing to get fucked by (not that Nam-gyu was interested in that at all or ever even thought about it, of course), but the skank he was talking to didn't know that. She didn't have to know that, and based on the disgusted look she gave upon hearing the false claim, she wasn't interested in finding out for herself that it was a lie. Nam-gyu almost felt bad for the massive blow he gave to Thanos' ego in front of a good handful of people, but if Thanos would've been spending his time talking to him instead of trying to get a crumb of pussy from some random chick, Nam-gyu wouldn't have had to say anything.
Nam-gyu watched as the girl made her way through the crowd to abandon Thanos and the little dick she thought he had, and he caught a glimpse of the amused smiles on the faces of some of the people closer to him that she pushed through to leave. Saw a few hands covering whispering mouths, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter, eyes that pretended to be discreet staring right back at him and Thanos. Okay, he might've fucked up just a bit. Maybe he let the alcohol get to his head and mix with his emotions too violently and he went too far. Again, Nam-gyu just couldn't help it: something about seeing Thanos trying to pick up chicks right in front of his face got him so fucking heated.
He slowly peeled his eyes away from the giggling crowd to look back at Thanos and damn did he ever look like he was fucking fuming, working his jaw and furrowing his brows at Nam-gyu in that telltale way that made him know his ass was grass and he was probably only a mere few seconds away from Thanos lunging at him in anger like he's seen him do countless times to others before. Yeah, he definitely fucked up big time, and he needed to bail before Thanos inevitably acted out on his anger. Nam-gyu has seen a raged-out Thanos too many times before to want to be anywhere close to the receiving end of that, especially when he'd be dealing with an intoxicated raged-out Thanos. That would be even worse.
Nam-gyu even had the perfect excuse for bailing out fast too: he was suddenly very aware of how fast all the booze he drank went through him, in more ways than just one. Not only was it clearly affecting his brain and clouding his judgement too much for his own good, but it had also rushed down to settle heavy in his bladder. It was an extremely optimal way out of this mess and away from Thanos before he could get his ass handed to him over the comment he made a little too loudly around way too many people, and he was fast as fuck to turn on his heel and book it to wherever the hell the nearest bathroom was. He wasn't sure where it was, but he was certain he'd be able to find it fast enough.
He was quick to push through the crowd that hadn't yet dispersed from around them, setting off towards a hallway where he was hoping that one of the many doors in it held a bathroom behind it. The first door he checked was a bust, unless he felt like pissing on someone's bedroom floor. With how painfully full his bladder felt now that he made the mistake of paying attention to it, that actually didn't seem like too bad of an option. However, he didn't wanna be that guy drunkenly pissing somewhere that wasn't a toilet in some poor fuck's home, so he kept going with his search. After finding another bedroom and then a small closet, he heard a shout from behind him that made him freeze.
"Hey! Nam-gyu, you fucking asshole, get the fuck back here!"
Jesus fucking Christ, did Thanos really follow him? Whatever, Nam-gyu was too preoccupied right now to want to have to deal with him, and he was still annoyed with the fact that Thanos was trying to find someone to fuck right the hell in front of him. So uncool.
"I'm busy, I'll talk to you after," Nam-gyu apathetically said, not even bothering to turn to look at Thanos as he tried another door.
Locked, with the faint sound of moaning and skin on skin coming from behind it that he picked up on now that he didn't have Thanos' shouting filling up the entire hallway. He silently hoped it was yet another damn bedroom and that there weren't people fucking in what might very well be the only bathroom in this house seemingly full of nothing but bedrooms.
"Nah, we're gonna talk right fucking now," Thanos insisted, and Nam-gyu could hear his footsteps getting closer.
Nam-gyu didn't even have time to turn around and face him of his own volition before Thanos was right behind him, not giving him a choice but to face him by grabbing his shoulder to whip him around so fast he almost fell into the wall from the force. Thanos kept his hold on Nam-gyu's shoulder to keep him from running again, grip almost painful, and he still looked just as pissed off as he did earlier.
"What the fuck is your problem, huh? Do you know how embarrassing that shit was for me?" Thanos was practically yelling in Nam-gyu's face, and Nam-gyu was not in the fucking mood for this. As if it was even his fault for embarrassing Thanos, maybe Thanos just shouldn't have been so embarrassing on his own.
"Whatever, man, it was nothing. You'll get over it," Nam-gyu brushed off, pushing Thanos' hand away from him and turning to one last door he hadn't checked yet on the other side of the hallway. "I gotta piss real bad, we can do this shit later."
He grabbed the handle, thankfully unlocked, and gave it a harsh turn before pushing it wide open. Holy fucking shit he did it, he actually found a bathroom in this house. Nam-gyu flicked on the light and stumbled ungracefully inside. He went to swing the door closed behind him, but instead of hearing it click shut, he heard it aggressively smack back open against the wall. Whipping himself around, Nam-gyu noticed Thanos trailing him yet again, following him right inside the bathroom because god forbid a man takes a piss in peace.
"I already told you, we're doing this now," Thanos demanded, slamming the door shut behind him and even reaching back to lock it too. He couldn't be serious right now.
"Can you at least give me a minute to piss first before you rip my head off over such a non-issue?"
The deep scowl that etched itself into Thanos' features was immediate, and oh boy here it comes—
Nam-gyu barely had time to steel himself before Thanos lunged forward at him, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him harshly against the wall with a dull thud. He let out a grunt at the impact, feeling lucky his head didn't hit the wall too hard, and furrowed his eyebrows right back at Thanos.
"The fuck is wrong with you, man?" Nam-gyu spat out, hands wrapping around Thanos' wrist and forearm to try and pry his arm away.
Thanos, however, kept his grip firm against Nam-gyu's throat. He even pressed down harder in response, making Nam-gyu wince as he tried to gasp for air against the growing tightness around his throat.
"What's wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you, is this shit funny to you? You got some nerve pulling that shit in front of all those people and acting like nothing happened."
"Come on, Thanos, let's just talk about it—"
Thanos squeezed his fingers tighter, and Nam-gyu closed his eyes tight with a sharp gasp. He was almost clawing at Thanos' arm now, uselessly pushing and swatting at him in a feeble attempt to free himself.
"You didn't wanna talk, remember?" Thanos reminded him, unceremoniously shoving a thigh in between Nam-gyu's to anchor him in place against the wall. He at least found enough kindness in his heart to let up on Nam-gyu's throat. Not by much, but enough that it counted for something. "Too busy tryin' to run away. Can't run away now, can you?"
"I wasn't trying to run away, I told you I just had to piss," Nam-gyu choked out, hoping Thanos wouldn't see through his lie. Yeah, his bladder was still screaming at him right now and that part was true, but Thanos didn't need to know that Nam-gyu was primarily using that as an excuse to get away from him before they got into a situation like… this. "Can you let go of me now? It's still kinda hard to breathe like this."
Thanos relented enough that Nam-gyu's airway wasn't being cut off anymore but he made sure to keep his hand firm across the skin of Nam-gyu's neck, almost like a threat for if Nam-gyu dared to act out as if he was even in any position for that. Nam-gyu was thankful for just a brief second that he was able to breathe freely again before the feeling of Thanos' other hand on him made his breath catch in the back of his throat.
His palm was flat against Nam-gyu's abdomen, over top of his shirt and right above where his jeans were sitting low on his hips. Right over his bladder. Not quite as firm as the hand on his throat, but firm enough to know damn well that it was there, and that it was there intentionally.
This was not real, there was no fucking way this was real.
"Okay. If you gotta piss that bad, then do it."
This was not real this was not real this was not fucking real Jesus Christ—
Nam-gyu couldn't help but stare in shock at Thanos, eyes wide like a deer in headlights and mouth going dry. He opened his mouth to reply, then closed it when he realized he had no idea what the fuck to say in response to that. Opened his mouth again. Closed it again, drawing his eyebrows up in confusion as he tried to read Thanos' expression.
"Dude… what?" Dear god, the way Nam-gyu's voice squeaked out was so pathetic. He tried to force out a laugh with his words thinking this was some kind of sick joke, but all it came across as was a shrill whimper. Equally, if not more pathetic as his squeaky cracking voice.
Thanos, the fucking dickhead, pressed his palm down just enough to make Nam-gyu suck air in through his teeth and squirm under him a little. "If you gotta piss, then fucking piss, bro."
"What, right now?" Nam-gyu questioned, bringing one of his hands down from around Thanos' arm at his neck to the one lower down, wrapping his fingers tight around Thanos' wrist to get him to stop pushing against his bladder. It wasn't working. "I'm not gonna piss my pants, Thanos, are you fucking crazy?"
He was learning fast that Thanos was, in fact, certifiably insane with the way the hand on him was now pressing down hard enough that it almost hurt. Nam-gyu let out an involuntary groan, tightening his grasp on both of Thanos' wrists and tensing up so hard in an attempt to not piss himself that he thought he was about to pop a blood vessel. This was such a stupid fucking situation, and Nam-gyu didn't wanna open the floodgates — both figuratively and literally — that would make this situation that much more stupid.
"You embarrassed me earlier, now it's your turn," Thanos said, carefully observing Nam-gyu's desperate and pained face as he kept insistently pressing his hand down against his bladder and holy shit the pressure of it was getting close to being too much to bear. "Come on, Nam-gyu. Piss yourself like the pathetic fucking loser you just made a bunch of people think that I was."
He wasn't going to do it. On everything Nam-gyu loved, he was not about to let Thanos make him piss himself in the bathroom of someone's house party that was still very much in the middle of actively occurring.
But then Thanos' hand was gripping his throat tighter again and he was pressing down hard against his bladder and the pressure of it was red hot and had Nam-gyu seeing stars and whining and oh good fucking Lord Almighty goddamn hell and shit and fuck he could feel a damp, warm patch starting to form at the front of his jeans. Despite his best efforts to keep painfully holding his bladder to try and stop it the damp patch kept slowly growing, the heat starting to seep down to his thighs and he couldn't fucking believe this was actually happening.
Nam-gyu squeezed his eyes shut and made some weird fucking noise from the back of his throat that he didn't even want to acknowledge came from him as he moved his arms to grab at Thanos' shoulders for stability, giving up on trying to pry the man's determined hands off of him. Instead, he gave in to the whims of Thanos' hand and his own body, finally untensing himself when he knew he couldn't hold it anymore and letting the feeling of relief wash over him as he started emptying out his bladder, the piss flowing out of him fast and steady now.
This was so stupid. So pathetic and embarrassing and humiliating and just plain stupid stupid stupid that he was actually being made to piss his pants. Even more stupid and mortifying than that was the fact that the more he felt the wet heat of it spread down his legs, making the soaked fabric of his jeans cling grossly to his skin and knowing damn well that he looked just as low and meek and disgusting as he felt right now, the more he found himself borderline enjoying it. In a sick kind of fucked up way, it almost felt kinda good and like he didn't want any of this to stop.
Nam-gyu wondered how he looked this very second, pants soaked with his own piss and his eyes closed tight, face flushed with embarrassment and a slight touch of arousal that he felt ashamed admitting to himself was there as he got pinned up against a wall while being mildly choked out. The mere thought of it was enough to make Nam-gyu moan; this was certainly one hell of an interesting time to be hit with the extremely sudden discovery of at least three new potential kinks. He blamed all the shots he took earlier for his reaction to what was happening. Yeah, definitely the alcohol's fault.
Thanos made what Nam-gyu could only assume was a noise of confusion, and holy shit that's right, Thanos was watching him piss his pants and might even be noticing that he's fucking liking it. If the mortification of this whole situation didn't somehow kill Nam-gyu, then he'd kill his damn self as soon as he could. It was bad enough that this was even happening, piss still steadily streaming out of him and most certainly getting Thanos' thigh in between his wet in the process, but if Thanos clued in on the fact that Nam-gyu was enjoying this way more than he should be — that he was enjoying it at all — then that would be a whole new level of humiliation. He wasn't even sure if that would be the hot kind of humiliation at that point, not with Thanos of all fucking people having that little tidbit of knowledge stored in his brain to hold over Nam-gyu's head and whip out whenever he felt like it. He could already hear his obnoxiously loud voice going hey Nam-su, remember that time I made you piss yourself and you got so turned on by it that you moaned over it like a freak? out of nowhere when the two of them are hanging out, or in a crowd of people, or Christ, if they were hanging out with their close friends. Fuck no, definitely not the hot kind of humiliation. Okay, maybe it was a little bit, but it was mostly just the shameful, dread-inducing kind of humiliation.
"Damn dude, you're still going?" Thanos teased with a laugh, and Nam-gyu had to bite his tongue to not moan again over the mockery. What was wrong with him. What the fuck was wrong with both of them. "You weren't fucking kidding, you really did have to piss bad, huh? Look at you go…"
Nam-gyu dared to open his eyes and instantly regretted it when he saw Thanos giving him the cockiest grin imaginable, almost like he himself was getting some kind of sick satisfaction out of reducing Nam-gyu into nothing but a mess of raw shame and embarrassment. Once their eyes met, his grin only grew wider. Smug son of a bitch. Thanos took in Nam-gyu's face for a brief moment before leaning in closer, the hand around his throat squeezing tight enough to make his breath hitch and the hand on his abdomen now rubbing firm, slow circles against his bladder. It made Nam-gyu wonder if Thanos was intentionally trying to coax out every last drop from him, because that was certainly what it felt like he was doing. Fucking hell, Nam-gyu internally cursed himself for even daring to let himself think that and tried to push the thought out of his mind, but that was extremely difficult to do when Thanos kept insistently massaging him over his shirt while staring right into his eyes.
"This much of a fucking mess already and you're not even done yet, are you?" Thanos taunted, voice so low it made Nam-gyu's cheeks burn. "You look so fucking pathetic right now, Nam-gyu. Serves you right for earlier."
Wow, okay, add a fourth one to the growing list of things Thanos was somehow making him discover he was super into tonight. Nam-gyu closed his eyes again, gripped onto Thanos' shoulders harder, and couldn't help but let out another pitiful moan that he hoped and prayed came across as an uncomfortable groan or a noise of pain instead, literally anything other than an indication of how embarrassingly turned on he was feeling.
At least now he was finally done pissing, bladder empty and aching and jeans drenched all the way down to his fucking shoes. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die so badly right now, but he would get to soon enough. Thanos wanted to make Nam-gyu piss himself in retaliation for the small dick comment he made and he did exactly that. Mission accomplished, goal succeeded, an eye for an eye or whatever, they were done here now. Thanos would finally fuck off and leave him alone, and Nam-gyu… Nam-gyu would find a way to deal with the awkward as fuck situation he was in now and try to get out of this damn house as discreetly as possible.
Except Thanos didn't leave. He didn't even take his hands off of Nam-gyu, just loosened up around his throat once more while he kept up with the small circles he was rubbing into his abdomen.
Nam-gyu's chest heaved as he desperately tried to gulp down deep breaths. He made sure to keep his eyes closed, there was no way in hell he was going to look at Thanos again now that all was said and done. Especially not after Nam-gyu, mind no longer occupied by way too much going on all at once, was able to focus enough on the current state of his lower half to make yet another embarrassing discovery: he was rock fucking solid. He wasn't one to believe in manifestations, but he was manifesting so hard that someone had secretly planted a bomb in the bathroom they were in that was about to explode and take him right the fuck out so he didn't have to deal with the possibility of Thanos realizing he was hard right now. Pissing his pants in front of Thanos was humiliating enough, popping a boner after pissing his pants in front of Thanos might actually be enough for him to die of embarrassment for real.
"You finally fucking done now? Damn, boy, you weren't lying about having to go. Even got some on my leg too, fuckin' nasty."
Nam-gyu clenched his jaw and exhaled hard through his nose so he wouldn't moan again. His fingers curled into the fabric of Thanos' shirt as he tried not to pay attention to how the words made his dick twitch in his soaked boxers. The piss was drying quickly in the cool air of the bathroom, making his boxers and jeans stick to his skin with a tacky feeling that was getting uncomfortable fast. He just needed Thanos to step away from him so he could bolt out of there as fast as he could manage but Thanos still wasn't fucking leaving.
In fact, Thanos wasn't doing anything now. He didn't speak further, he didn't back away or move at all, and the hand on Nam-gyu's abdomen grew still and motionless on him. Then, after a few seconds of silence, Nam-gyu heard Thanos suck his teeth and make a curt hum from the back of his throat.
"Wow."
Nam-gyu froze. There was no way Thanos noticed. There was no possible way he looked down and noticed, there was absolutely no reason for him to do that. None at all.
"You sick bastard. You're into this kinda shit, aren't you?" Thanos mused, and the condescending tone that was evident behind the twisted amusement he had made Nam-gyu's face burn hotter than the sun.
Nam-gyu peeled his hands away from Thanos, slapping his palms to his warm and definitely flushed face maybe a little too hard to hide himself away from Thanos' undoubtedly prying eyes. Holy shit did he ever want to curl up and pass away. There was no way Thanos was ever going to let him live this down, not for the entire rest of his whole damn stupid fucking life.
"No, I'm not — this isn't what it looks like, I swear." It was the oldest excuse in the book and he figured Thanos would probably see right through it, but he thought it was worth a shot anyways. Plus his mind felt so fried that he didn't know what else he could say to try and ease himself out of this situation as gracefully as he could with piss-drenched pants and a raging boner.
"Is that so? Because it looks to me like you're enjoying this quite a bit if the tent in your pants is anything to go by."
Yup, saw right through it. Fucking of course he did, Nam-gyu's luck was nonexistent tonight.
"I'm… I'm just drunk," Nam-gyu lied. Well, he was drunk, but he was also very much enjoying this. There was no way in hell Nam-gyu was going to admit that out loud to him though, Thanos didn't need to know that for certain.
The low chuckle Nam-gyu heard just added to the heat coiling in the pit of his stomach.
"You may be drunk, but you're still liking this," Thanos commented with another laugh. His hand gave Nam-gyu's throat a small teasing squeeze, making him gasp and frantically reach his hands forward to latch onto the front of Thanos' shirt. "Isn't that right?"
Nam-gyu risked opening his eyes to look back at Thanos, eyebrows slightly drawing upwards in some sort of silent plea when he realized his brain was blanking hard on words. All it did was give Thanos more ammo for his cockiness, his self-satisfied grin growing even larger.
"That's what I thought," Thanos retorted. He leaned right in, lips brushing delicately against Nam-gyu's ear with a low and husky voice as he said, "Why don't you show me just how much you like this like the filthy whore you're proving to be?"
The high pitched squeak Nam-gyu made at the unexpected request coupled with the degradation was somehow the least embarrassing thing he did all night. There was no hope for calming down his dick now.
"Wh-What do you mean by that?"
"The fuck do you think I mean by it?" Thanos questioned, still speaking right into Nam-gyu's ear. The warmth of Thanos' mouth and breath on his skin made him shudder with a weak groan. "Touch yourself."
The words travelled straight downwards, and Nam-gyu immediately felt the way it made his cock jump. This whole situation felt surreal, like it was all some elaborate joke made at Nam-gyu's expense.
"Come on, Thanos, don't fucking joke like that," Nam-gyu practically whined.
Thanos pulled back just enough to look right into Nam-gyu's eyes. "Do I look like I'm fucking joking?"
Nam-gyu swallowed hard. He definitely did not look like he was joking. Wow, he was serious about this, Thanos actually wanted Nam-gyu to jerk himself off right here and now while he was still being pinned against the wall by his throat. Crazy fucking bastard.
The two of them stared at each other for what seemed like an uncomfortably long amount of time to Nam-gyu, him most likely looking shamelessly turned on and still embarrassed as all hell while Thanos had an intense look on his face. With a shaky huff of air out of his mouth, Nam-gyu let go of Thanos to bring his hands down to the front of his pants, fumbling with the button with trembling fingers before getting his jeans undone. He was painfully hard and desperately needed some relief, he didn't give a single fuck about the situation surrounding it anymore. Joke or not, his poor neglected dick needed some attention badly.
"You're such a fucking freak for making me do this, man, what the fuck," Nam-gyu rasped out as he fished a hand into his pants, doing his best to ignore the tacky dampness of his boxers scraping against his knuckles as he pulled himself out.
Even just simply wrapping a hand around himself was enough contact to feel absolutely amazing. He gave himself a slow stroke, letting his eyes flutter shut as his lips parted with a soft moan.
"You're the one listening to me and willingly going along with it, and with the way you keep moaning, I know it's 'cause you fucking like it." Thanos snaked the hand that was resting on Nam-gyu's abdomen under the hem of his shirt, watching Nam-gyu shudder under his touch as he trailed his hand up over his bare skin. "You're just as much of a freak as I am, if not more of a freak."
As much as he hated to admit it, Thanos was right. Even though Nam-gyu knew this was the type of thing they shouldn't be doing together, something they'd wake up tomorrow completely regretting and feeling weird as fuck about thinking back on, that didn't seem to matter much to either of them right now. It definitely didn't matter to Nam-gyu. He did like it, he was liking this a lot more than he'd ever want to admit to anyone, and all that mattered to him in that moment was how great his hand felt wrapped around his dick and how much he wanted Thanos to grip his throat even harder.
Nam-gyu gave himself another almost teasingly slow stroke, bringing his other hand up to the wrist Thanos had at his throat. He wrapped his fingers around him tighter, opening his eyes to give Thanos an expectant look as he gave his wrist a small tug towards his neck. He knew based on the look Thanos shot him over his slight desperation it would only earn him some more teasing, but he didn't care. In fact, he actually encouraged it.
"Oh," Thanos dramatically mused. He kept close to Nam-gyu, face barely more than a couple inches away, and pressed his hand down against Nam-gyu's throat harder. "You really fucking like it, I see."
Getting his sick enjoyment over their predicament pointed out fueled Nam-gyu to want to move his hand even faster over his cock, but he had made the quick realization that half-dried piss made for terrible lubrication. Completely fucking terrible. He let go of his dick with a regretful sigh, shakily bringing his cupped hand to his mouth so he could spit in it. It wasn't a much better option, but it was the best option he had right now.
"What, the piss isn't wet enough for you? You need more lube?"
Nam-gyu felt his cheeks burn over Thanos' words for what felt like the millionth time that night. He nodded the best he could with a hand still gripping his neck, which was to say very weakly, and slowly lowered his hand back down to himself. He softly gasped when he ran his hand along his length to coat himself with his saliva, wishing he would've spat a second time into his palm but still being grateful that the amount of spit he had was enough to make a difference.
Just then, Nam-gyu watched as Thanos sucked in his cheeks, and before he could even think to ask him about it Thanos was dipping his head down forward. Shit, it was like he had read Nam-gyu's mind. Keeping his head tilted forward, Thanos flicked his eyes up and made sure Nam-gyu was looking right back into them before ever so slowly dripping spit from between his pursed lips directly onto Nam-gyu's dick below him.
Nam-gyu couldn't help but stare at him with wide eyes and his mouth slightly hanging open as he panted hard, unable to will himself to move. Insane. Thanos was certifiably insane for this and for everything tonight, but holy fuck if it wasn't super hot and spurring Nam-gyu on even more…
"There, that should be enough for you," Thanos said, lifting his head back up and keeping his eyes locked with Nam-gyu's the entire time. "Come on, get back to it before you go soft."
"Trust me, I won't."
Thanos raised an eyebrow at that, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he gave Nam-gyu's throat another quick squeeze. "Oh, that's right. Hard to go soft when you're loving every second of this like some nasty freak, huh?"
There was no way Nam-gyu's face wasn't red as fuck at this point. He broke eye contact and did his best to turn his head to the side but instantly felt Thanos' hand on his throat creep up to grab his jaw and harshly turn his head back forward.
"Uh-uh. Keep looking at me."
"You're fucking crazy," Nam-gyu gasped out.
"So? You're the one getting off on it," Thanos let out with a casual shrug. He trailed the hand under Nam-gyu's shirt further up to his chest and flicked his thumb over a nipple, smirk growing wider at the low whine it earned him. "Now why don't you hurry up with it before the spit I so kindly gave you dries up? I'm not doing that for you again." He leaned back enough to look Nam-gyu all the way down before slowly, very slowly, trailing his gaze back up to meet Nam-gyu's eyes once more. "Or maybe I would if you were to beg for it. Now that would be fun to see, you desperately begging for me to spit on your dick again."
The laugh that Thanos ended with set Nam-gyu's skin ablaze and made him quick to work the makeshift lube Thanos gave him over his cock and holy fucking shit did it ever feel good with the extra bit of glide his saliva gave. Nam-gyu let his head thunk back against the wall with a soft moan, making a conscious effort to not let his eyes close so he could continue looking at Thanos as he kept stroking himself. He was honestly amazed he hadn't busted already with everything Thanos was saying to him paired with the intense look on his face as he very intently watched Nam-gyu jack off under his grasp.
"You want my hand back on your throat?" Thanos asked.
The question definitely felt like it was some sort of a trap, but it was one Nam-gyu easily played into. He nodded in response, perhaps a bit too eagerly if the playful hum from Thanos was anything to go by.
"Then why don't you be good and ask me for it?"
Fuck, Nam-gyu flicked his wrist and picked up the pace with that one, moaning maybe a bit too whorishly over it. "You're such a fucking prick."
"That's not being very good," Thanos chided, grinding his thumb in circles over Nam-gyu's nipple. Nam-gyu arched into his touch with a whimper, knowing damn well it would just fuel Thanos' ego even more. "Ask nicely or I'm not giving you fuck all."
"I hate you so fucking much sometimes," Nam-gyu groaned under his breath. Then, making sure his eyes were locked with Thanos' as he spoke at a normal volume, he pleaded, "Can you grab my throat again? Please, hyung, I want your hand around my throat."
Thanos' hand was lowered back down to wrap around his throat just as swiftly as the words left Nam-gyu's mouth. "Good boy. See what happens when you play nice?"
Nam-gyu fucking whined at the praise, his hand moving quicker along his dick. He wasn't going to last much longer at this rate, especially not now that Thanos was back to choking him out while still teasing at his nipple.
"Y'know, you're a real interesting guy, Nam-gyu. Moaning like a whore when I talk down to you, yet whining like a bitch when I'm nice to you," Thanos teased, and wow god damn Nam-gyu actually felt his dick jump in his hand. "I wonder what would make you come harder, being called a good boy, or being called a disgusting, filthy slut?"
Nam-gyu moaned way too fucking loud over that, and the sound of it echoing off the bathroom walls mixed with the wet slapping of his hand up and down his cock made his face flush deeply. He was so close now, letting his eyes flutter closed as he got right up to the edge—
The hand around his throat squeezed harshly. "Eyes open."
Nam-gyu obliged immediately with a choked-out moan. In the mere one or two seconds his eyes were closed, Thanos had moved in closer, face so close to Nam-gyu's they were almost touching.
"Don't hide from me now," Thanos started, the intense look on his face not faltering for even a second, "I want you to look at me when you come."
That, somehow, was enough to push Nam-gyu over the edge. He had to force himself hard to keep his eyes open the whole time, staring directly at Thanos as his mouth hung open with broken moans and his hips stuttered into his fist. He could feel his come coating his hand as he kept desperately rutting into it, making sure he rode out every last wave of his orgasm.
"That's a good boy taking commands so obediently. Good puppy," Thanos mused, taking his hand away from Nam-gyu's throat to give his head a couple pets.
"You're so fucking weird, Thanos, what the fuck man," Nam-gyu pushed out breathlessly.
Thanos scoffed and took both of his hands away from Nam-gyu completely. "Like you didn't just make yourself come because of it."
Oh boy, now that Nam-gyu was coming down it was already starting to sink into him how fucking strange this whole exchange was and how painful of a conversation it was going to be when they remember it in the morning.
"This… this wasn't because of you, jackass, I — it was completely unrelated."
Thanos gave him a very unimpressed once-over. "I'm sure it was. Unrelated, but you moaned every time I said something fucking weird to you while you jerked your shit for me—"
"I'm drunk, Thanos," Nam-gyu rushed out. The regret was hitting him hard and he definitely didn't want Thanos thinking he enjoyed the fact that it was with him. He'd dangle that over Nam-gyu's head for the rest of his life. "We're both drunk, this wasn't fucking anything. It wasn't because of you."
"Hm. Fine. Keep telling yourself that," Thanos said, sounding very unconvinced.
Thanos backed away from Nam-gyu, looking down at the thigh that was between Nam-gyu's legs with a disgusted look before walking over to the sink. Nam-gyu, chest heaving with the deep breaths he was gulping down, watched Thanos silently as he scrubbed aggressively at his pant leg for what had to be at least a full minute. Just as wordlessly as he washed himself off, Thanos was out of the bathroom like nothing had even happened. At least he had the decency to close the door completely shut behind him.
Nam-gyu stayed up against the wall for what felt like another few minutes, head spinning and reeling as he tried to process everything that just happened to the best of his half-drunken abilities. He finally decided to look down and assess the state he was in, grimacing as soon as he took in the full scale of the mess. His jeans were still slightly damp and reeked of dry piss, and he had come splattered all over the front of them too, to make matters worse.
Just what in the fuck was he supposed to do about all that before he left?