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”Found you from some guys at Club Pentagon.” Thanos had said, frowning at him when he moved to close the door.
Those bastards. Thanos probably offered a drink to get that out of them. Whatever. “I’m not interested in whatever you’re going to ask, Thanos. Leave me be.”
”Nam-su!” He’d caught the door and forced it more open, prolonging the ‘su’ part of that fucking nickname Thanos knew he hated. “Just hear me out real quick!”
Nam-gyu had narrowed his eyes, but opened the door wider abruptly, making Thanos almost stumble. “It’s Nam-gyu.”
”Yeah, that’s what I said.” Thanos had grinned, and Nam-gyu had to wonder how he could grin after the last time he saw Nam-gyu was him at a death game. Nam-gyu certainly wasn’t happy. “Is this a yes?”
”Ugh, come in.”
After that, Thanos asked Nam-gyu to be his manager, saying he was “professional” and “seemed to be smart enough.” After a long while, Nam-gyu agreed, only because Thanos wouldn’t shut up about it. He refused to drop out of his actual job at Club Pentagon, though. Just in case this entire thing fails and they need extra money.
What he didn’t know, though, was that that decision was probably the best one he’d ever made. Thanos had a good voice, apparently, and when he came back to the internet, he was welcomed with open arms. Makes you realize how bad crypto was to invest in. Fucking Myung-gi.
A knock at his door snapped him out of that thought, and he opened it to see Thanos, pointing at a camera.
“Ah, my boy, Nam-su! I need help for an album cover!” Thanos grinned, and Nam-gyu opened the door more despite the nickname he still hated.
“Nam-gyu.” He closed the door behind Thanos.
“Same thing.” Thanos waved it off. “So, about the album. I don’t know what to call it, but—uh—wait, do you have thread? And a needle?”
Nam-gyu raised an eyebrow but nodded and walked into his bathroom. He always had thread, a strong kind too. You never know when you'll need it. He also just really likes sewing whenever he needs to, so having a thread and needle was nice. He’d never tell Thanos that, though.
He held it out to Thanos when he was back in the living room area, and he immediately grinned.
“Perfect! Okay, so, the idea is to sew our underwear together!”
…what?
“I’m sorry?” Nam-gyu raised an eyebrow, marveling at how blunt Thanos was about sewing their underwear together. “Aren’t all of your songs about having sex with women and not…me?”
Thanos snapped his fingers, pointing at him. “My exact thought! So, I have these…” Thanos put the (very expensive-looking, now that Nam-gyu looked) camera down and reached into his pocket, pulling out black panties he, for some odd reason, had randomly. “…that you can wear!”
Nam-gyu stared at the lacy underwear before immediately shaking his head. “No way.”
“C’mon, my boy!” Thanos pleaded, holding out the underwear even more, as if that’ll change his mind. “Just for a few pictures, and then we’ll be done! I won’t show anything, anyway!”
Nam-gyu grimaced at the undies. Why didn’t he ask Se-mi? She’s a girl! Or, well, Nam-gyu can’t imagine that she’d ever agree to that. Hard pass on her, probably. Well—maybe Min-su! No, he wouldn’t either. Gyeong-su would. He’d maybe agree to that. But he’d also probably refuse and offer Nam-gyu. Maybe that was what happened.
Nam-gyu looked back up at Thanos, who was still grinning. “Why didn’t you just hire some random girl to do this?”
“Well, I was, but then I thought, ‘hey, wait, Nam-su would look better’. It’ll be so sexy!”
Him? Sexy? Thanos must be losing his mind. “Well, you thought wrong. I’m not doing that. Being your manager is it with me, dude.” Nam-gyu put his hands up, making Thanos’ smirk finally falter.
Nam-gyu knows he shouldn’t have felt victorious at that, but he finally won for once. Sue him.
“Please? It’s just one album, then never again. We’ll never talk about it. No one will know.” Thanos let his hands fall to his sides, and Nam-gyu almost felt guilty until his eyes landed on the undies and he narrowed his eyes again.
“No way. Ask someone.” Nam-gyu waved his hand and put the thread next to the camera.
Thanos’ eyes lit up at that. He had an idea.
Thanos always had an idea.
“Fine. I’ll ask them. And if they disagree, I’ll just ask some other person. Thank you, though.” With that, Thanos grabbed his camera and turned to the door.
Nam-gyu’s stomach dropped, and he wouldn’t admit how rejected he felt at how quickly Thanos changed his mind. He also wouldn’t admit how much he hated the idea of some random girl getting to see Thanos’ bare thighs.
Fuck, the idea of being in black, slutty panties in front of Thanos of all people was beyond humiliating. But the idea of someone else being in that situation felt worse, so he couldn’t bite down his words this time.
“Wait, Thanos, I’ll—“ Nam-gyu swallowed dryly as Thanos immediately turned around, “—I’ll do it.”
Without any hesitation, Thanos threw the panties at him, to which he caught them and sighed. “There’s my boy!”
“Shut up…” He mumbled, walking to the bathroom to change.
He didn’t even look like a girl in the panties! Thanos’ idea was so stupid!
He hated how see-through they were, but that was probably Thanos’ intention. He just had to pick these.
He sighed deeply and grabbed his extra thread. He figured the standard black thread he had wouldn’t show up good on the black panties, if that was what Thanos even wanted. So he grabbed red, yellow, light blue, and brown thread to also show to Thanos before he stepped out of the restroom.
“Damn, Nam-su.” Thanos whistled, but Nam-gyu figured it was just teasing and rolled his eyes.
“What?” Nam-gyu crossed his arms.
“I figured you might have at least had your pants on when you walked out. But, no. You were just so eager for me to see you, hm?”
Fuck. Yeah, he could’ve done that.
Nam-gyu felt his face warm up but he just walked closer to show him the thread. “Black won’t show up well. Pick one, unless you want black.”
Thanos looked over the thread before taking the red one. “This one.”
Nam-gyu nodded. “So, how are we going to do this?”
They ended up needing to press together side-to-side and tilted a little so Thanos could sew better. Thanos had Nam-gyu hold up his shirt, and Nam-gyu hated how high he held it up, because Thanos most definitely told him to put it up higher than he needed, the dickhead.
He also hated how Thanos’ body warmth seeped into his skin, occupied by the texture of his smooth skin. His fingers occasionally brushed his stomach, which made his breath hitch each time.
Thanos started at the waistband and worked the thread down. The first time Nam-gyu looked, he was only starting. The second time, he was dangerously close to his crotch, halfway down the thing. His entire hand was under the undies at this point, and Nam-gyu tried to ignore how his dick was slightly visible in the shadow.
Each brush of fingers was driving him mad, now. Why did Thanos insist on being so close? Hell, why did he insist on this anyway? Why did Nam-gyu agree?! Maybe some random girl at the club would’ve been better. Maybe she would be less turned on. Maybe she would be less embarrassed about it. She’d be used to it, right? Being touched like this by Thanos? Who knows, Thanos might have regulars.
He almost hopes he doesn’t finish sewing. Maybe he liked being teased about this. Maybe he liked the feeling of his knees feeling weak.
But he immediately stopped that train of thought. He did not like being teased. That was weird. This entire thing was weird.
“I think the red looks nice.” Thanos said, breaking the silence.
Nam-gyu jolted at the sound before nodding. “Sure. A-Are you almost done?”
Thanos didn’t seem to miss his shaky voice, if his glance up was anything to go by. “Yeah. I regret having us wear it while I sew, honestly.”
Nam-gyu imagines if they didn’t. Needing to take off his pants and seeing Thanos do the same, fumbling while trying to put it on at the same time. It ending up being uneven so they’d have to do it again.
He couldn’t tell which was more humiliating. He also couldn’t tell which he would’ve preferred.
Due to these thoughts, his gaze drifted down to Thanos’ underwear, but his torso was blocking it. He had to bite back a whimper as his dick got even harder. He didn’t understand how a back tattoo that trailed up and down got him this riled up. He also couldn’t comprehend how close Thanos was to his crotch, and he was silently begging to see Thanos’.
Thanos broke his thoughts as he stood back up and grabbed his camera. Nam-gyu immediately looked away, focusing instead on the camera.
“Alright. I'm going to take a few pictures and then add a few filters then done!” Thanos said, almost cheerfully, as if Nam-gyu wasn’t so rock solid.
Thanos didn’t notice. Nam-gyu prays Thanos doesn’t notice. He’d tease him for eternity! ”Hey, Nam-su, remember when you had a boner while me and you were taking an album picture?” That did not seem fun to need to deal with.
“This isn’t exactly album-potential, Thanos.” Nam-gyu mumbled as Thanos took a few photos then looked at them before taking more, closer this time. “Just making that clear
“Oh, what are you?” Thanos declared, glancing up at him with a smarmy grin. “Suddenly a music expert, I see?”
“I’m your manager, so…yeah.” Nam-gyu shrugs, but that only made Thanos laugh.
“My boy!” Thanos cheered, looking over the pictures. “These are totally album-potential! People have random things all the time as their albums! I saw a toast as an album cover once!”
Nam-gyu rolled his eyes, but did shut up after a small retort about how “shitty underwear isn’t much better”. Thanos had sent a screenshot of the toast to him as soon as he seemed to see it, along with a caption of ”toast? thats so plain” with a handful of laughing emojis.”. Nam-Gyu had also laughed, but he didn’t realize that he’d be doing this in the future.
Thanos furrowed his eyebrows, and Nam-gyu sighed in exasperation. “What, are you second-guessing having a man be a part of your album cover?”
“No, no! I like the pictures! But…something is missing. Look!” Thanos showed him the photos, and Nam-gyu winced at how obvious it was that it wasn’t a girl.
He wasn’t overly muscular by any means, but his natural muscles in his thighs were not smooth (maybe his thighs were a little plush, but nothing like a female), and the lingerie only hung lowly on his hips. The thread wasn’t tightened, so maybe, in a weird way, it was a little photogenic, the way the red thread connected the underwear at the hip.
But why did it have to be underwear?!
“I really don’t see it.” Nam-gyu mumbled, looking away.
“Well, I do.” Thanos responded sharply, looking back at the photos himself and fiddling with something that Nam-gyu was sure neither of them could name.
“Wow, you almost look like a professional.” Nam-gyu commented.
Thanos perked up. “Really?”
“No. Of course not, dude. What are you even doing?”
Thanos deflated, but showed him the camera again, still twisting the little knob. The mechanic seemed to make the photo sharper, and when Thanos clicked a different button, it then adjusted if it was black and white, colored, or anything in between. Maybe if Thanos saturated it enough, it would look like a girl.
“Hm…” Thanos comically tapped his chin in thought, still looking at the photo. “Do you have any idea?”
“I dunno, put oil on our thighs or something.”
He’d meant it as a joke. He figured Thanos would laugh and turn the idea down then resort to something more normal. When Thanos shut up, Nam-gyu guessed he was thinking of something snarky to say. When Nam-gyu looked back, Thanos was staring at him wide-eyed, and Nam-gyu almost thought he went too far.
“Dude, that’s genius! Do you have any oil in here? Lotion?” Thanos was grinning again, putting his camera to the side and looking around as if Nam-gyu had any oil randomly in the living room.
Which he did.
Okay, listen, bitches at the club can’t wait sometimes, and it’s nice being prepared. She has to get what she wants, or else he might get a bad review, and that was the last thing that Nam-gyu needed. He was already on thin ice, one bad review would probably get him fired, and there’s only so many jobs you could do drugs and get drunk in without having any repercussions.
But holy shit, the idea of Thanos rubbing lotion on his thigh was not helping his erection.
“Under the couch.” Nam-gyu pointed. “To the right-ish.”
Thanos perked up. “Why do…?”
“Listen, don’t ask and just get it. I don’t have all day.” That was a lie, of course, but Nam-gyu wasn’t sure how much longer he would last while being in panties that were sewn to Thanos’ underwear.
“Sure.” Thanos hooked his fingers at his waistband and tugged down, to which Nam-gyu froze and let out a choked sound. Thanos immediately paused and looked up at him. “…what? How else am I supposed to disconnect from you?”
Nam-gyu cleared his throat and looked away. “We could—we could walk over there Six-Legged Pentathlon style.”
Thanos visibly frowned like a kicked puppy, and Nam-gyu winced. He remembered just then how much Thanos hated the reminders of the killing game, even more than he did. ”I like…still feel the blood on my hands, you know? It’s some freaky shit.” But, hey, Nam-gyu didn’t like being so close to Thanos that their breathing just naturally matched up, so they’re even.
“Whatever. But don’t take off your underwear.” Nam-gyu motioned frantically with his hands, and he could only imagine how weirded out Thanos had to be.
“Okay, genius, then what?” Thanos raised an eyebrow before smirking, which immediately filled Nam-gyu with dread. “You really want us to press up against each other to get the lotion? Wow, Nam-su, are you always this forward?”
“Fuck off, Thanos.” He’d never admit how much the idea made his dick throb. “If that is what’s going to happen so you don’t take off your underwear like an eager bitch at the club, then so be it.”
Thanos paused. “If I was a bitch at the club, would you be letting me do this?”
That was such a random ass question that it made Nam-gyu groan. “Well—!”
“No, think about it.” Thanos shushed him quickly.
Nam-gyu paused. The more thought he put into it, the more he realized Thanos was probably right. He didn’t know what point he was trying to prove, but he guessed he was proving it right now by the way Nam-gyu was overthinking it. He just wanted to get done with all of this, so he just shook his head.
“No. I wouldn’t let her.”
Thanos seemed satisfied, and wrapped his arm around Nam-gyu’s bare waist. Apparently, Nam-gyu never dropped his shirt, and now he felt Thanos’ fingers dig into plush skin. He whined and prayed it wasn’t loud, but judging by Thanos’ pause, he was sure it was definitely noticeable.
“Did you just—“ Thanos started, but Nam-gyu immediately shoved him forward, following with his hip so the thread or panties didn't rip.
“Shut up! Let’s just get the oil!” Nam-gyu hated how long that took before they started actually going to the couch.
When they were there, they both crouched, and Nam-gyu dug around before grabbing the desired object and pulling it out. “Here.”
“Awesome.” Thanos opened the oil bottle and looked down before pouting back up at him. “Nam-su…I don’t feel like bending anymore…” He prolonged the last sound of his nickname and last word, blinking.
“Well, that’s really unfortunate, huh?” Nam-gyu narrowed his eyes, placing a hand on his own hip and leaning his weight on one foot. Thanos didn’t pull his hand away yet.
“Can I just take off the underwear? You don’t even have to look!” Thanos pleaded.
Frankly, Nam-gyu hesitated. He really wondered how Thanos would look on his knees in front of him, his lower half bare and probably only his ass visible. How good the oil would feel while being applied to his thigh tenderly. Or maybe roughly. Maybe Thanos was also into this?
No. That was perverted. He didn’t even like this! Okay, he really needs to lock into reality.
“Fine, sure, whatever.” Nam-gyu waved his hand dismissively, but didn’t miss the way Thanos almost immediately pulled down his underwear and crouched down in front of him, applying some to his thigh and rubbing it onto him.
Nam-gyu’s breath hitched when Thanos started massaging the plush skin of his thigh, and he had to bite his lip to keep him in reality. The weight of Thanos’ underwear hung off the lingerie, making it sag to the side, but Nam-gyu snapped to his senses before it fell too low.
Thanos had to be doing this on purpose now. First, he sewed the red thread from high to low. Now he’s massaging Nam-gyu’s thigh low to high, and it was killing him. But he couldn’t just ask to sit down; that would be weird. Why would he need to sit down, anyway? There wasn't an excuse he could conjure up for that to make sense other than ‘I might faint’ or ‘I’m tired from standing’, which neither would convince Thanos. He’d seen Nam-gyu stand for hours at a time at Club Pentagon, and he’s never fainted before.
Nam-gyu had to bite the inside of his cheek to not react as Thanos massaged slower; more intentional than before. This bastard had to be doing it on purpose, because there was no other explanation that explained why he didn’t even seem to want to spread the oil anymore. He was thinking about each movement, and Nam-gyu doesn’t think he’s felt or seen or even heard of Thanos doing that before.
Each time he moved his hand higher, Nam-gyu felt a lump in his throat get larger and larger, and he had to continuously swallow to keep it at bay. His fingers twitched at his side, and he closed his eyes tightly.
This was really getting out of hand. Thanos was either teasing him or had no clue what was happening, but he was sure it was just him being a tease. His dick had to be visible now, right? There’s no way it wasn’t. The laces were not only transparent, but also very thin.
“Thanos…” He started, his voice shivering in a way he really didn’t expect to sound.
Thanos didn’t even pause. Sure, he moved a little slower, but his fingers just kept massaging. “Yeah?”
His voice was way too quiet for his inner turmoil. He really should say something. Maybe he was high, and thought he was with a girl and he just kept calling her Nam-su for some reason. If that was true, he would probably tell him to stop. To think about it more. To get over those fucking drugs and connect back into reality.
Remember that previous lump in his throat? Yeah, that was back, and won’t let anything other words pass through.
Helpless, Nam-gyu glanced down, a tiny peak. Maybe if he looked, it wouldn’t be so bad!
Instead, Thanos caught his gaze, just staring up at him with an unreadable expression. What the fuck was going on with him?!
The air shifted when they made eye contact, and a sudden understanding passed through Nam-gyu and bundled straight in his stomach—Thanos was not high. Thanos was fully aware of what he was doing. That bastard knew, and he just kept going.
Only then did Thanos’ hand pause and fall, but only slightly. He blinked, but didn’t avert his eyes, and that only made Nam-gyu weaker.
“You’re doing it on purpose…” Thanos hissed, but his voice couldn’t carry much malice.
Those few words were enough to make Nam-gyu freeze, because yeah. He was the one who suggested oil, and maybe if he didn’t realize it then, he did so at the thought of Thanos applying it slowly.
Thanos read him like a book.
It was irritating.
He paused and responded with a soft shake to his voice.
“A-Aren’t you?”
Thanos let out a slow exhale, looking back at his hands and laughing softly.
“No.”
Nam-gyu’s heart exploded. Yeah, this was it. Thanos was going to fire him, then he’s going to be moping around in a shittier apartment while living off dry instant noodles—he hated that life. But he’d rather that than come to peace with the fact he felt rejected. He’d read the entire situation wrong. Might as well just—
“At least, not at first.”
Most of the thoughts in Nam-gyu’s head disappeared from his mind, leaving only a few very important ones and the ones of Thanos. That should’ve shut this down. They really shouldn’t do this, not now, not when this could potentially change their relationship for a long time.
But he couldn’t bring himself to refuse.
Thanos’ fingers brushed higher, and Nam-gyu sucked in a sharp breath.
“Wait,” he stuttered out, but didn’t pull away or step back or anything. Maybe he even leaned in a little. Maybe that’s reaching.
Regardless, Thanos immediately froze his hands. Good to know he has some decency.
That was a lie. He knew Thanos had at least some self-control.
“…did you want me to stop?” Thanos suggested. Just asking.
He really was not expecting Thanos of all people to be so careful. It was almost comical, if Nam-gyu’s legs weren’t shaking so much.
This is probably the best moment for him to end it. To laugh it off and have Thanos laugh with him as he focused on applying the oil like normal friends would.
But, to be honest? They were never normal friends. Ever since they first met at Club Pentagon, really.
”Ooh, damn, senoritã.” He’d whistle from behind Nam-gyu. Nam-gyu had rolled his eyes and ignored it, until he laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. ”You can’t pretend I don’t exist forever, princess.}
Oh, to see the look of horror on his face when he turned around and showed he was a guy for the first time again.
Thanos never left him. So why was he so worried about…this?
“I-I never said no.” He mumbled, looking away.
Thanos held his gaze for more comments. “Then tell me what you want.”
Nam-gyu looked back down at him, his eyes narrowed. He never was one to be bashful, but he was also never the one making many decisions.
“Don’t…” Nam-gyu started, and Thanos’ touch got more faint until Nam-gyu quickly continued. “Don’t stop.”
That was all it took for Thanos to start moving up again.
It didn’t take long for Thanos’ finger to get too high up and for his knuckle to brush against his dick, and Nam-gyu let out a sultry moan, biting his lip to suppress it. That’s when Thanos paused and Nam-gyu looked down, preparing for a face of disgust and bafflement.
“My Nam-su…what was that?” Thanos hummed, and Nam-gyu immediately turned his head away and sealed his eyes shut.
“S-Shut up…” He tried to bite back, but it only felt like a plea.
“What was that? Speak louder.” Thanos was smiling even more, Nam-gyu could hear that shit-eating grin in his voice, and it made him mentally squeal. Luckily, his body saved him from embarrassment.
“T-Thanos, don’t fucking—“ Nam-gyu was cut off by something going in between the crook of where his hip and groin met, making him yelp. “Thanos!”
“You have precome drenching the lace, Nam-su. Sad.” Thanos cooed, gliding his fingers up and down his inner thigh.
“I-I can’t—“ Nam-gyu winced out the rest of that sentence, unable to speak clearly.
“Hm? I can’t understand you, babygirl.”
Nam-gyu wondered how mean it would be to slam his knee into Thanos’ nose. He’d probably be into it, so not too mean. But he was also so sweet a moment ago. Does Thanos just…immediately get into it after getting consent?
That was hot…
“Put me down!” Nam-gyu yelped as Thanos gripped his thigh, his nail digging into the flesh. The pain stung, but only added onto the warm feeling grouping in his stomach. He really didn’t think his wobbly legs could hold him up more before he fell himself.
Thanos didn’t hesitate to grab Nam-gyu’s sides and glide him on the floor. The floor was cold against his lower back and legs, and probably very dirty. He hadn’t mopped in a few days now.
Whatever, unimportant. It’s fine. He doesn't have time to dwell on it, either, as Thanos gently glides his hands under Nam-gyu’s shirt and at his chest, feeling up and squeezing at non-existent tits. It made Nam-gyu tremble, regardless.
“Holy shit!” Nam-gyu froze, gasping as Thanos pinched at one of his nipples.
“Woah, super sensitive.” Thanos comments, pressing his thumbs against the nipples in a way that makes Nam-gyu squirm. “You alright, my boy?”
The only words that Nam-gyu could describe his frantic nodding were ‘downright whorish’. He bit onto his shirt collar to muffle his cries as much as the thin fabric could. He’s told Thanos how loud he was in bed, especially when bottoming. He wonders if Thanos remembers that. They were both drunk out of their minds, and Nam-gyu wondered why he himself commented on it. Maybe he didn’t.
Regardless, Thanos really didn’t seem to mind. “Hm? What was that? Use your words.”
Nam-gyu really wished he would’ve slammed his knee into his nose when he had a chance.
“D-Don’t stop,” he pants, and only then did Nam-gyu felt Thanos’ erection as well, pressing at his own. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Thanos snickered and lowered his hands to his stomach, massaging it. Was he into massaging or something? Either way, Nam-gyu wasn’t complaining. It certainly didn’t feel bad, and the feeling of being so exposed to Thanos out of all people while he definitely enjoyed it was probably most titillating.
He looked up into Thanos’ eyes and saw the sheer euphoria in his gaze as he roamed over his body. That was enough to get Nam-gyu to groan and jerk his head back, not slamming it against the floor but flinching at the vibration of his own euphoria.
Nam-gyu closed his glazed-over eyes, because, well, there really was no point in keeping them open. His arms found their way to Thanos’ shoulders, and they gripped as hard as they could. Thanos groaned at the grab, but didn’t push them away or back up, only pressing on his stomach harder.
His legs tried bending, but turns out Thanos was straddling his hips, so all that did was hit the back of Thano’s bare thigh, and that was when he remembered Thanos was completely naked on his lower half, and his prior underwear was right next to him. He peaked his eyes open and looked at Thanos, who was still focusing on his stomach, then peered down at his dick.
It wasn’t monstrous or anything. Sure, it had a bit of extra girth and a nice curve, but it was nothing like the things you’d read about in those pride books written by “straight” people for “representation” who used “cock” and “monster” every other word. Not like Nam-gyu read many of those! Well, maybe he did. But he certainly did not like it.
That last part was true. People really need to stop writing those.
Nam-gyu looked back up at the ceiling, rolling his eyes back as Thanos suddenly leaned down and caught one of his nipples in between his lips, licking and toying with it. He uses one hand to continue rubbing on his stomach, and he doesn’t know where the other one went, but he guessed it was to support his weight without falling forward.
At one particularly rough lick at the nipple and jab at his stomach, Nam-gyu snapped his eyes open and mewled, “more!” In a totally not slutty way.
Fuck.
“Oh?” Thanos purred, sliding his mouth off his nipple to sit up, only to replace it with a finger that slid around the sticky liquid. “Don’t worry, my Nam-su. I gotchu.”
That was a really weird thing to say when Nam-gyu was trembling so much under him while gripping his shoulders so hard they literally might bleed, but Nam-gyu didn’t much care when the lingerie was pulled half-off and Nam-gyu’s arms were put in Thanos’ shoulders.
Thanos grabbed the oil, which was at the side of them now, and laced it over his fingers. Nam-gyu felt his own precome drip onto his stomach, and he was surprised that he hadn’t climaxed yet.
Then Thanos stuck a finger in.
See, Nam-gyu would have never thought a finger would feel good. He means, c’mon, if you had someone stick a finger up your ass, it wouldn’t feel good, right? It’d probably even hurt, right?
But holy fuck the way Thanos did it was heavenly. The way he slowly moved in and out, even despite the fact the lube was there so it numbed most of the pain doing it raw made his mind go absolutely ballistic. The squelch was obsession-worthy, and Nam-gyu was suddenly really glad Thanos chose him and not some slut on the side of the road. Thanos curled and twisted his finger around, as if looking for something, before adding another one, and Nam-gyu jolted at the feeling.
“T-Thanos… Fuck…” Nam-gyu hissed, his head lolling back against the floor as Thanos moved his fingers, almost expertly.
“Yeah, Nam-su? Too much? I’ll stop if you want.” Thanos said, pulling his fingers out suddenly, making Nam-gyu tremble pathetically at the empty feeling.
“N-No, don’t…please…” Nam-gyu mewled, looking back up at Thanos, who was only grinning.
“Good.” Thanos leaned down curled his fingers into Nam-gyu’s hair, tugging back lightly.
The emptiness is suddenly full when Nam-gyu feels Thanos slide his head into his twitchy hole. He sighed shakily and closed his eyes, but the tip was just a tease.
“Thanos…” Nam-gyu looked up at him, wetting his lips for no apparent reason because his heaving breath already did most of the work.
Thanos didn’t tease him about saying what he wanted this time, and slowly inched his way into his hole. The sensation drove him higher than any pill could, his toes curling and his hips instinctively bucking up.
“F-Fuck, babygirl…” Thanos groaned, slowly starting to speed up his movements. “…you have me good.”
“S-Screw off…I’m not your—your babygirl.” Nam-gyu mewled, biting his lip harshly to hold back a cry.
“Mmph…k-keep talking like that, Nam-su…” Thanos moaned, going in and out of Nam-gyu entrance at an even-ish pace.
Thanos…was getting off on his voice? That made things a whole lot better.
But what made things a whole lot worse was that he himself was getting close, and no way he was going to release untouched. That’s just embarrassing.
Well, this entire thing was really embarrassing. So what’s the harm of making it worse?
“F-Faster, T-Thanos!” Nam-gyu begged, his head lolling back again and hitting the floor. But the worst part was that Thanos listened. And it made Nam-gyu worse.
He attempted to cry out his name more, clenching at his shoulders, but Thanos was just groaning and thrusting his hips, a bead of sweat rolling down his face. The entire room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the smell of sex, which was sweat, shitty dollar store cologne, and Thanos’ minty breath. He wouldn’t change it for the world.
It seemed like every thrust hit his sweet spot perfectly, and he felt excess spit pool under his tongue, but he quickly swallowed that back down. He felt Thanos’ hand brush hair out of his face, and he looked into his eyes with a grin that was probably faint from the pleasure.
Thanos was smiling back down at him, his features more gentler than before, until he leaned down and pressed his lips against his. Nam-gyu closed his eyes tightly and hummed into his mouth. Thanos’ lip swiped at his bottom lip, asking for entry. Nam-gyu opened his lips, and Thanos’ tongue didn’t hesitate.
It swiped over his cheeks, teeth, even gums while Thanos also swallowed the excess saliva Nam-gyu involuntarily made. Well, maybe not all of it, as some fell out of their mouths and dripped down their chins, but it was good enough for neither of them to choke on it. That would either go really well or really bad.
Nam-gyu felt Thanos’ thumb continue to press at his nipple, and it only added on to the moment. Nam-gyu moved his hands to hold Thanos’ face close. He could let Thanos be dominant over the main thing, but he made a mental note to take control of the kiss one way or another.
One thing Nam-gyu got praised for was the work of his tongue. People had made comments on the club’s social media, saying something like “give that black-haired man 5 minutes and you a blindfold” or something directly complimenting his tongue in detail. It was a little weird, but he would be lying if he didn’t enjoy the tips he got.
Thanos obviously excelled in dick work, because fuck, he was good.
Thanos’ tongue was soft and relaxed, Nam-gyu realized after biting on it harshly. His own was probably rough and stiff, because that’s usually how people like it. Thanos’ felt submissive but able to take control if he needed to, and that only added to Nam-gyu’s arousal. He was willingly letting Nam-gyu kiss him so aggressively. Damn.
Thanos suddenly pulled away after a moment, but not much. A thick string of saliva separated their lips, but not for long when Nam-gyu licked his own and gulped.
”D-Do…Nggh…do you really know…” Thanos started talking again while trailing off, and Nam-gyu only half heard it over the sound of his own whines.
“S-Spit it out!” He moaned, arching his back. The oil on his thighs had smoothed into his skin, Nam-gyu could tell. He couldn’t tell if he loved it or hated it.
“…I-I didn’t ask you because I couldn’t find anyone, N-Nam-su…” Thanos confessed, clawing his fingers into his back, making Nam-gyu hiss. “…I-I just knew you’d be really sexy in a black lingerie. I-I said that, right? Yeah.”
That’s…one thing to admit during literal sex over that exact lingerie.
“R-Really?” Nam-gyu laughed out, and it made Thanos look away.
“Don’t poke fun.” He pouted and slowed down his movements, which Nam-gyu didn’t know if that was good or bad. He was leaning more on the latter, because as much as he didn’t want to, coming all over his own stomach and Thanos following suit didn’t seem half bad at the moment.
“I-I’m not!” Nam-gyu retorted, his hand finding the side of his face to caress his cheek.
“Seemed like it.” Thanos mumbled, speeding up despite his pout.
It only took a few more moments for Thanos to groan and whine.
“‘M close…”
At the words, his mind filled up with thoughts of Thanos’ come filling his ass up to the brim, his own being splayed along his stomach.
“P-Please, keep going…f-fuck me harder…” Nam-gyu pleaded, latching his hand onto the crook of Thanos’ neck. “O-Oh my god…don’t stop…”
Thanos obliged, but before he could climax, Nam-gyu grabbed his free hand and used it to palm his dick. He didn’t do it for long before Thanos took the job of doing it himself, and it only felt more pleasant when Thanos just kept doing it throughout his orgasm. His moan was loud as he did so, the ropes falling onto his stomach like he knew they would. They always had whenever girls at the club gave him handjobs for free alcohol (which he took up a lot more than he’d like to admit. Though, those were never as good as this. Maybe he was gay?).
Thanos didn’t wait much longer before coming as well, all inside Nam-gyu and filling him up. Fuck, he loved how all of this came out exactly how he wanted it too.
Thanos flopped onto his stomach, twirling his finger through Nam-gyu’s hair gently. “You did so good, baby… so good…”
Thanos was the last person he expected to say that after sex. He figured he would probably be like “okay, so, that was nice” and then move on with his day like nothing happened.
Suddenly, Thanos peeled himself off Nam-gyu with wet squelches, and grabbed the camera. Shit, right. The album. Nam-gyu completely forgot about that.
He fumbled with the undies, which were soaked when he put them on for obvious reasons, and Thanos put on the underwear. His hand was shaky, but he took the picture and laughed breathlessly, showing it to Nam-gyu.
The picture was of the tied part of the underwear (which still wasn’t tight, for some reason), but on Nam-gyu’s thigh, it was so obviously covered in the oil and semen that it was impossible for it to not be mistaken as the aftermath of whatever this was.
Nam-gyu couldn’t help the laugh that came out of his own mouth. “What happened to it looking like a girl?”
Thanos looked at him and shook his head. “That’s not what I care about. If this blows up, I’ll get reminded of how good your ass is.”
Nam-gyu rolled his eyes without malice and placed a gentle kiss onto his lips.
It’ll be hard to blame “the spur of the moment” on the kiss, but maybe he didn’t really need to.
Thanos eventually released the album, and he named it “Attached by the Hip.” It certainly wasn’t bad. Hell, he even caught Se-mi bobbing her head to it while Gyeong-su cooed over it! Min-su was just neutral about it, of course. That bitch always was.
Other than their group, holy shit, it was a hit! People even speculated about who was in the photo. He will forever be surprised at how people still shifted the narrative to ponder about who was the woman on the cover. Did his thighs really look that feminine? It was probably at first glance, and the filter Thanos’ miraculous put on it. People even said they could hear her moans in the background!
The best (kinda worst) part about it, it did reminded him of that day every time he listened to one of the songs. He just really couldn’t believe that that thigh was his, covered in both his and Thanos’ semen.
At least he didn’t have to worry about people figuring out it was his work that was put on display, because they were so dead-set on it being a woman’s. It made him laugh, really.
Of course, Thanos went on tour to go perform a concert, and Nam-gyu stayed behind to handle the studio and any paperwork. It was boring, but with Thanos’ number on speed dial, it was tolerable.
He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he really did miss Thanos whenever he was out. Even if life was much calmer and quieter, it was also slow and tedious. Thanos sped it up whenever he had something stupid to talk about that he had to come over for.
But, for now, as Nam-gyu looks out the window of his office, day-dreaming instead of doing the exact same paperwork every second, he makes a small comment to himself. He really couldn’t help his mind from going back to Thanos’ dick being so stuffed into him. The fact he was still listening to the album did not help in the slightest.
He looked at the phone. The title was “Babygirl,” and the lyrics were dirty, but Nam-gyu really wasn’t surprised. Literally all of Thanos’ songs were sexual in some way. But this one called out to him for some reason.
He was never one to look into songs. It was corny and weird, and even if you find something in it, relating to stupid words that don’t even go together was also weird. He only listened to Thanos’ songs for the beat and his soothing voice (he wouldn’t admit it, of course). But as soon as he listened to the lyrics, his heart stopped.
Nam-gyu would rather not repeat the exact words, but it was about two people “getting it on” on a cold floor, going into as much detail as one could in a song about how it felt good “dominating” the bottom. Nam-gyu was going to either die or throw up, because it only got more obvious to him who he was referring to as he listened.
The song neared its end, and Nam-gyu couldn’t look away from his phone, his hand clenching. His breath hitched as he heard a name that was whispered at the end. Anyone would accidentally miss that, but not him.
“My Nam-su.”
Nam-gyu slowly lowered the phone onto his desk and stared out his window, his eyes wide and his cheeks heating up.
He made a promise to himself then.
He was going to beat Thanos’ ass when he got back.