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“Fuck, Namgyu!” Thanos groaned as he pulled out of Namgyu’s ass and started to hastily jerk himself off, quickly finishing right on Namgyu’s face. Namgyu’s hands were above his head, stuck in handcuffs as he reached his own orgasm.
“Ohh, fuck…” Namgyu moaned as his body kept quivering upwards.
Thanos fell forward onto Namgyu, panting heavily in his ear. Namgyu could feel his hot breath along his neck as they both took a moment to rest.
“Fucking hell, Namsu…” Thanos breathed out, getting off of him and sitting on his knees.
“Hyung, the handcuffs,” Namgyu said, sitting up as well onto his knees.
“Oh, right.” Thanos reached for the nightstand nearby and fumbled in the drawers, taking out a shiny key. He slowly unlocked the handcuffs and tossed the key aside.
Namgyu’s wrists felt so free after the handcuffs were taken off. A nasty red mark was left on both wrists, almost the same color as his flushed face. He twisted his wrists around a few times just to feel the sensation of being able to move them after that long period of not being able to. Cold air hit his naked body as he trembled and shivered, kneeling on the bed obediently.
“Remember, Namsu,” Thanos said, humming to himself and playing around with the front pieces of Namgyu’s hair. “You’ll have to get tied up again if you misbehave.” His words sounded twisted, but at the same time, it was comforting and gentle. It was almost bittersweet.
“I know, jackass,” Namgyu mumbled, head lowered down in embarrassment.
Thanos grabbed his chin and made him look directly at him. He wiped the cum along his glasses and stuffed his cum-covered fingers into Namgyu’s mouth afterwards. Namgyu squirmed around as he sucked around the digits, tasting the warm and salty substance. He swallowed, and Thanos eventually pulled his fingers away.
Thanos suddenly broke into laughter. “I feel bad for doing this, although you’re the one who wanted to be chained up and degraded. But at the same time, you look so fucking hot like that. You know, tied up and squirming around.”
“Shut up, man.” Namgyu smiled and lightly pushed Thanos’ chest away. “You’ve got way worse kinks that you’ve got me acting out for you.”
“Mmh, but you still agree to do it anyway. Bet you’re into all sorts of stuff, aren’t you? Freak.”
Namgyu’s face turned redder, if that was even possible at this point. “I’m just fine with anything you like…” he mumbled, lips pouting.
Thanos ruffled the top of his head, which made Namgyu scrunch his face.
“How can you be so fucking sexy and adorable at the same time?” Thanos rhetorically asked, shifting his hands to Namgyu’s cheeks and cupping them.
“You’re lying…” Namgyu accused.
“No, I mean it. You’re like a descent from heaven. It’s like you have every stat maxed out. You’re hot, cute, smart, nice, funny.” Thanos paused for a second before continuing in a low mutter. “…good in bed, round ass—“
“Okay, that last part was not needed,” Namgyu chuckled. “But I appreciate it, I guess. You’re all of those things too, hyung.”
Thanos grinned and wrapped his arms around Namgyu, pulling him in for a hug. Namgyu’s face rested on his shoulder, smiling against his skin. He traced along the lines of Thanos’ tattoo, while he did the same to him at the same time.
“We need to take a shower,” Namgyu said, muffled against his shoulder.
“Okay fine,” Thanos reluctantly agreed, pulling away from the hug. “I promise to smother you with hella kisses afterwards while watching Trolls.”
Namgyu smiled. “Looking forward to it.”