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The bathroom tap dripping provided consistent background noise in Nam-gyu’s shitty apartment, the sound of water hitting the sink basin coming every few seconds. He had been meaning to get that fixed - again - but hadn’t felt like calling a plumber. It was amongst the long list of things he’d been meaning to do, but hadn’t felt like it - replace the tiles in the bathroom, get a new shower curtain, fix the fridge light. It seemed like every time he fixed something in this shithole, something else broke.
As if on cue, there was a loud thud through the wall followed by the sound of arguing. Nam-gyu’s nose crinkled as a shrill female voice filtered through the wall - fuck, he wished his neighbours would just break up permanently. Or that this stupid MG-Coin would be right and the crypto investment would pay off. Maybe then he could move out of this shitty apartment and leave his job at the club and find somewhere better. Though he’d have to go on a bender first, to reward himself for the fact that he didn’t strangle his neighbours or the patrons at the club.
When Thanos coughs beside him, Nam-gyu almost jumps out of his skin - he had forgotten that the other man was here. He’d blame it on the drugs in his system if asked, but the reality was that he had gotten so used to having Thanos around that it felt weird when the rapper wasn’t crashing on his couch or burning something in his kitchen.
Nam-gyu tilts his head to watch as Thanos stretches out on his floor, his shirt riding up slightly to expose a small strip of his abdomen - a glimpse of purple hair poking out. Nam-gyu thinks its utterly ridiculous that Thanos dyes his fucking happy-trail to match his hair, but Thanos insists the ladies love it - Nam-gyu could only shake his head in disbelief at that.
He knew the man wasn’t stupid enough to try and dye his pubes too though - Nam-gyu had just about threatened to strangle Thanos when he had found the other man’s pubes on his bar of soap, the offending brown hairs enough to make Nam-gyu’s eye twitch. He had finished a long shift at the club and had just wanted to take a hot shower before collapsing, and when he had reached for the bar of soap, the coarse brown hairs stuck to it were the final straw.
Nam-gyu shook his head slightly, scooting closer to where he was laying on the floor - his hand automatically extending to brush against the strip of abdomen exposed, cold fingers sliding along Thanos’ navel.
Thanos’ lifts his head slightly to look at Nam-gyu, meeting his gaze as Nam-gyu’s fingers slide under his shirt before letting his head drop again - staring up at the ceiling, studying the chipping paint. He doesn’t question the contact, allowing Nam-gyu’s hand to remain on him.
Thanos was warm, his skin almost burning under Nam-gyu’s much colder hands. How Thanos managed to be so warm constantly was a mystery to Nam-gyu, but he wasn’t complaining - using the man as a personal heater (and sure, it also gave him an excuse to touch Thanos more, whatever).
Nam-gyu slid his hand slightly further up Thanos’ navel, inadvertently pushing his shirt up in the process. His gaze drifted over to the wall where his neighbours' voices were coming through, listening to the back and forth for a moment.
“...wish they’d just split up or kill each other already. Sick of trying to sleep after work just for them to start.” Nam-gyu wasn’t being serious when he said he wished they’d kill each other- the thought of the police coming around made his skin crawl, and the thought of seeing that made him feel queasy.
Thanos hums, still staring at the ceiling - shivering slightly when Nam-gyu presses his hand higher.
“Can’t imagine fighting like that and still stayin’. Makes no sense.”
Nam-gyu just nodded absently, staring at the wall. Vague memories of his father popped into his head, of the few years he was around for - screaming, stuff being thrown, doors slamming, and then the eerie silence that followed. The fear that his Father had followed through with the threat to hurt his mother, that he’d leave his hiding spot and stumble upon something he didn’t want to see. Nam-gyu pushes the thoughts back, not wanting to dwell on that now - not when he’s trying to enjoy his high. Not when Thanos’ skin feels so nice under his palm.
Nam-gyu shifted closer to Thanos, laying down beside him on the floor - resting his head on his thigh, his hand still on Thanos’ abdomen. He felt hazy, but Thanos’ skin was so warm and comfortable under his hand.
“You’re so hot..” Nam-gyu mumbles, the double meaning of his words coming to mind a moment later, but he doesn’t bother to clarify. Thanos is attractive, but it’s not like he needs Nam-gyu to tell him that - Nam-gyu had personally seen the groups of women and even men who would crowd Thanos at the club, undoubtedly inflating his ego. Thanos didn’t need Nam-gyu to compliment him - he didn’t really need him for anything, a voice in the back of his head said, but Nam-gyu pushed it down.
Thanos hums, his stomach muscles twitching slightly under Nam-gyu’s hand. He reaches down, his hand resting on top of Nam-gyu’s, apparently unbothered by the cold air against his half-exposed torso.
“Your hands are cold.” Thanos’ thumb brushes against the back of Nam-gyu’s knuckles, squeezing his hand gently before tugging him slightly.
“Come here boy.” Nam-gyu lets himself be pulled up until he can lay beside Thanos on his living room floor, watching Thanos turn onto his side so that he is chest-to-chest with the other man. Thanos’ arm slides around Nam-gyu, hand firmly planted on his lower back - keeping him pressed close, holding him there.
“Always so fuckin’ cold.” Thanos’ voice was quiet, a stark contrast to the loud, boisterous man he was around others. It was almost jarring sometimes, the difference between this Thanos and the Thanos the public sees.
Nam-gyu hums at Thanos' words, his hand sliding back under Thanos’ shirt between them - his tongue darting out to wet his lips at the way Thanos shivers slightly. Their faces were close enough now that Nam-gyu can see the faint scar in Thanos’ left eyebrow, the faint lines around his eye and on his forehead. Close enough that he can faintly feel Thanos’ breath each time he exhales, his chest rising and falling against Nam-gyu’s.
The feeling of Thanos’ body pressed against his was nice - too nice, Nam-gyu thought as his cock twitched slightly in his pants. He doesn’t pull away - so what if Thanos notices? It wouldn't be the first time, and it isn’t like Thanos hasn’t literally wrapped his fingers around Nam-gyu’s cock before. Nam-gyu shakes that memory off, knowing it won’t help his current situation at all.
“...your hair needs re-dying.” Nam-gyu mutters, eyes drifting up to where Thanos’ dark roots were growing through - trying to distract his brain from how good Thanos’ body feels pressed against his.
Thanos raises his hand from Nam-gyu’s back up to his hair, running his fingers through the messy strands - nodding slightly.
“You gonna help me again Nam-su?” Thanos asks as he returns his hand to Nam-gyu’s lower back, fingers flexing slightly - pulling him slightly closer.
“Nam-gyu,” The correction is automatic - how Thanos still managed to get his name wrong was a mystery, making Nam-gyu’s nose crinkle slightly even as he nodded in response to Thanos’ question. Nam-gyu was pretty sure he would never get the purple dye out of the grout in his bathroom, but whatever.
Nam-gyu clears his throat as he shifts slightly, aware of the fact that the slight bulge in his pants is pressed against Thanos’ hip. Thanos hasn’t said anything about it, but Nam-gyu had a feeling he is aware.
Nam-gyu’s suspicions are confirmed when Thanos slides a thigh between his, pressing his leg against Nam-gyu’s crotch - causing Nam-gyu’s hips to twitch forward slightly, pressing himself more firmly against Thanos’ thigh.
“...tease.” Nam-gyu mutters, his eyes darting away from Thanos’ face - though they quickly return when he feels Thanos press his own hips against Nam-gyu’s thigh, pressing his own erection against Nam-gyu’s thigh. Despite the fact that there had been a few too many incidents to excuse them with being ‘accidents’, it still surprised Nam-gyu slightly when Thanos was just as affected by him - the physical proof of Thanos’ arousal disturbing the insecure voice in Nam-gyu’s head that said this attraction was one-sided and pathetic.
Nam-gyu inhales sharply as Thanos’ hands shift to grab his hips, pulling him against him. The pressure of Thanos’ thigh against his aching cock made him throb slightly, especially when he felt Thanos’ crotch slide against his thigh too.
Nam-gyu slides his hips forward again, his hands gripping Thanos’ waist as he grinds himself against Thanos’ thigh again - biting the inside of his lip as Thanos’ hips rock against his thigh in return.
The room slowly fills with Thanos’ quiet grunts and Nam-gyu’s muffled whimpers as the two men continue to grind against each other, the motions getting more bold as the need for pleasure grows. Nam-gyu’s neighbours have long-since stopped arguing, but neither man notices - too focused on the feeling of each other.
“Fuck…” Nam-gyu mutters, his hand sliding down from Thanos’ waist to tug at his sweatpants - pulling them down. The grinding was great, but he needed more - needed to touch Thanos, for Thanos to touch him. He needed..-
Thanos moaned as Nam-gyu’s fingers wrapped around his cock, smearing his own precum over him. Nam-gyu feels Thanos’ nails dig into his hip for a moment before he also reaches for Nam-gyu’s pants.
A bead of precum dribbles down the side of Thanos’ cock as his hand wraps around Nam-gyu’s, twisting his wrist slightly as he moves his hand back up Nam-gyu’s shaft - his cock throbbing at the whiny noise Nam-gyu lets out.
“Shit hyung…” Thanos’ hips bucked into Nam-gyu’s hand at the sound of his voice, his fingers tightening around his cock for a second. Fuck, the way Nam-gyu’s voice got so breathless, the whiny noises he made - Thanos had to make a conscious effort to not cum right then and there, inhaling through his nose. So when Nam-gyu whimpers again, Thanos leans forward - pressing his lips to Nam-gyu’s firmly, muffling the sound.
Nam-gyu reciprocates the kiss with equal enthusiasm, rocking his hips into Thanos’ grip - gasping into Thanos’ mouth when Thanos swipes his thumb over the leaking head of Nam-gyu’s cock. The pills in his system made him more sensitive than usual, Thanos’ hand making sparks of pleasure explode behind his eyelids, his skin burning under Thanos’ touch. He nipped at Thanos’ bottom lip, his tongue sliding against his when he parts his lips, exploring the wet heat of Thanos’ mouth with his tongue.
Nam-gyu could feel his orgasm building up, his cock throbbing in Thanos’ grip - his strokes growing slightly sloppy, his hand stumbling on Thanos’ cock. He speeds his hand up, stroking Thanos with more intent - hoping to bring the man closer to the edge, to get him to come first.
Thanos’ hips thrust into Nam-gyu’s fist as he speeds up his strokes, pulling back from the kiss to catch his breath. He knows what Nam-gyu is doing, and in retaliation he twists his wrist just right each time he reaches the head of Nam-gyu’s cock, knowing it’ll push Nam-gyu to an orgasm.
Ducking his head, Thanos starts kissing up Nam-gyu’s neck - running his tongue over his pulse point before nipping at the skin, his teeth grazing over it. He feels the way Nam-gyu shivers in response, hearing the breathless whimpers as he starts to suck marks into Nam-gyu’s neck. It was music to his ears.
“Shit… gonna- fuck..” Nam-gyu’s breathless warning came a couple seconds before his cock pulsed in Thanos’ grip - hot cum erupting from the tip, dripping down onto Thanos’ fingers and the worn flooring.
Thanos bit down on Nam-gyu’s neck to stifle his groan as his own orgasm hit him, the sound of Nam-gyu’s whines pushing him over the edge - making a mess of Nam-gyu’s hand.
As the pair lay together on the floor, their cocks still in the other’s grip as they try to catch their breath, there’s another loud bang from the neighbouring apartment - the sound of Nam-gyu’s neighbours voice coming through the wall clearly. Thanos chuckles against Nam-gyu’s neck, his shoulders shaking slightly as a new argument breaks out next door. Thanos’ laughter sets off Nam-gyu, the pair shaking slightly as the sound of the argument filters through the wall.