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Loud music, voices of multiple and multiple people overlapping, converting to background noise when Thanos opened the door, slumping into the cold January night. Nam-gyu was trailing right after him, his hands on Thanos’ shoulders for support as an attempt to keep himself from falling over.
There were a few other people outside beside them, engaging in small talk and cooling off from the liveliness inside the party house. As Thanos made his way to the car with Nam-gyu right behind him, both of them laughing uncontrollably because of the drugs, some of the people outside turned their heads to look at them.
Too high to be able to think straight, Thanos didn’t pay any attention to the eyes on him and Nam-gyu. When they reached the car, he grabbed the door handle of the passenger seat, pushing it open.
“Passenger princess?” Thanos gestured for Nam-gyu to sit down, holding the car door open for him with a smile.
Nam-gyu scoffed. “Let me drive. You’re gonna crash us if I let you drive,” shoving his index finger in Thanos’ face.
“You insinuating that I’m a bad driver, Nam-su?” Thanos said, acting hurt, grabbing his own shirt theatrically. Before Nam-gyu could correct him on his name, Thanos walked around the car to sit down in the driver’s seat. “Just trust me.”
Nam-gyu rolled his eyes and half-willingly sat down in the passenger’s seat, closing the door and locking the seat belt around him. While releasing the handbrake, bringing up the clutch to drive off and the car rumbling beneath them, Thanos started:
“Mine or yours?”
Nam-gyu furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Thanos turned his gaze towards him and opened his mouth to answer, before Nam-gyu spoke up again.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” making Thanos focus back on the dark highway in front, the only thing giving them sight being the big, blue-tinted headlights.
“I thought you wanted to be together for the weekend,” Thanos replied, running his free hand through his slightly fading dyed hair, the other clasping the steering wheel.
“I do… I just wasn’t aware you already made that plan,” Nam-gyu expressed, reaching down in his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. “Do you have a lighter?”
Thanos withdrew his hand from his hair, gesturing at the compartment in the dashboard, which Nam-gyu proceeded to open, grabbing the lighter between all the junk Thanos never bothered to sort out. He took a cigarette out of the packet, bringing it up to his lips and lighting it between his fingers, taking a long puff.
“But to answer-” he started, before he felt the car speed up, slightly swerving. He looked to his side again, Thanos’ dilated pupils staring into nothingness.
“Thanos,” he called, snapping Thanos out of his trance, earning a hum in response.
It stayed silent for a while after that, but when Nam-gyu felt the car speeding up and starting to swerve again, this time more dangerously, he grabbed Thanos’ wrist.
“Park the car,” he demanded, putting out his cigarette under the window with his other hand.
“Why? I know how to drive, bro,” Thanos replied stubbornly, his right foot stepping even harder on the gaspedal.
“Thanos,” Nam-gyu said, this time more demanding. “Park the damn car.”
Thanos sighed in annoyance, parking the car on the side of the highway, engaging the handbrake. He leaned back in the driver’s seat, clenching his jaw.
“So, what now?” He shot Nam-gyu, “you just wanna wait here? ‘Cause if I’m not in the right state to simply drive this car, then neither are you. I wouldn’t be surprised if-”
He got cut off by Nam-gyu leaning in, pressing his lips against his, hand pressing on his thigh for support. Almost instinctively, Thanos’ hand shot up to Nam-gyu’s head, fingers tangling in his medium length, black hair, while he closed his eyes and returned the kiss.
When Nam-gyu broke the kiss, Thanos opened his eyes again, staring back into dark pupils, flooding with lust. His hand flew to the key behind the steering wheel, tugging at it to turn the car off, before climbing over to sit in Nam-gyu’s lap.
Nam-gyu’s hands quickly found themselves at Thanos’ waist, slightly pushing the blue hoodie up to massage the flesh under it, while Thanos was desperately grinding against his body, his breath heavy.
“Always so desperate,” Nam-gyu sighed out, kissing the man in front of him.
“Off,” he demanded as he tugged on the waistband of Thanos’ jeans. Thanos obeyed instantly, lifting himself off of Nam-gyu’s lap just enough to pull down his pants and his boxers, while Nam-gyu was struggling to loosen his belt. Noticing him fiddling with it, Thanos let out a small laugh, pressing a kiss on his cheek, pushing his hands away to do it for him. Nam-gyu felt a slight blush form on his face out of embarrassment, which was washed away quickly when he felt his pants getting yanked down, cold air hitting his hardening cock.
Thanos’ gaze instantly fell upon Nam-gyu’s erection. While it still wasn’t fully erect, it was still impressive and it caused Thanos’ own cock to throb at the thought of being inside him. A stupid grin played on Nam-gyu’s face, his right hand massaging Thanos’ nape, looking at his face.
“You like it?” He said sleazy, watching Thanos’ adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed.
“Shut up,” he replied, pressing his lips against Nam-gyu’s to silence him, feeling him smile in the kiss, stripping both of them completely after.
“Do you have condoms?” Nam-gyu breathed, which Thanos took the opportunity to push his tongue in, exploring every part of his mouth, biting on his bottom lip.
“Why?” Thanos asked, gasping for air. “Don’t need any, just fuck me raw,” hornily pressing his lips back, preventing Nam-gyu from answering.
Nam-gyu grabbed a fistful of Thanos’ hair, yanking his head back, making him let out a pathetic whine. He leaned in to kiss and bite his neck, leaving marks that would be hard to hide later, not that either of them cared right now.
“You wanna make a mess in the car?” Nam-gyu questioned, before biting down on Thanos’ collarbone, who winced out of surprise, whimpering at the sting. Thanos ended up reaching behind them, opening the drawer in the dashboard again, his hand searching for 2 condoms and a small bottle of lube.
After opening the cap with his teeth, Thanos took Nam-gyu’s hand and made sure to completely coat his fingers with the lube. Not long after, he felt his fingers circle around his entrance, teasing him by lightly brushing past it.
“Just put them in man, stop wasting time,” Thanos said eagerly, kissing Nam-gyu’s chest, sucking and biting like some kind of unruly animal. Normally, Nam-gyu would’ve teased him more, slowly dragging his fingertips against his hole, making him beg for it. However, because he was significantly turned on himself, he decided that this time he would give in to Thanos’ bratty behavior, pushing his first finger into his tight ass.
Thanos moaned at the intrusion, feeling himself get stretched open, sending a jolt down his spine. It didn’t take long for Nam-gyu to add a second finger, scissoring Thanos’ insides, making him whine and moan with just his fingers.
When Nam-gyu found his prostate, brushing against it ever so slightly, Thanos arched his back, throwing his head back and drawing a long, broken moan. Each touch against that spot inside him made him squirm and lose composure on long, thick fingers.
Nam-gyu chuckled, twisting and turning his fingers inside Thanos, murmuring in his ear.
“Look at you, losing yourself over just my fingers. Just wait until I thrust my cock inside you,” he whispered, accentuating the last sentence by pressing another finger inside the tight heat.
At this point, Thanos was fully riding Nam-gyu’s fingers, chasing the building orgasm in his stomach, each thrust prodding his prostate. When Nam-gyu suddenly pulled out all 3 fingers, Thanos was left with an empty feeling, his entrance closing around nothing, letting out another whine.
However, that feeling was quickly replaced by something bigger touching his hole, about to breach the rim. Thanos reached down to grab the lube and condoms, slipping one onto his own cock, rocking into his fist. He then turned to Nam-gyu, rolling it on excruciatingly slow, squeezing a bit tighter at the bottom of his shaft.
“Shit,” Nam-gyu groaned, a grin appearing on his lips. “You brat.”
While maintaining eye contact, Thanos guided Nam-gyu’s cock towards his entrance, lining it up. When he sank down on his cock, he let out a whine at the burning stretch, inner walls clenching around it. Nam-gyu’s hands were on his hips, steadily guiding him down at his own pace, rubbing gentle, reassuring circles on his skin.
When Thanos felt the sudden touch of skin on skin, he sighed, giving himself a moment to adjust to the fullness inside him. His hands found themselves on Nam-gyu’s shoulders, nails fracturing skin, leaving behind small, crescent moons. His right hand slithered up to tangle in black hair, massaging the back of Nam-gyu’s head as he started moving at a slow pace.
Nam-gyu groaned at the tight feeling around his cock, staring into Thanos’ dark eyes, noticing them becoming less dilated, the drugs he took at the party slightly wearing off. After retracting his hand from Nam-gyu’s hair, Thanos grabbed his chin, pulling him into another desperate kiss.
Both of them were breathing heavily, Thanos quickly picking up the pace, fully bouncing on Nam-gyu’s cock, while his hands were busy roaming his body. Every time Thanos roughly sat down, he felt the tip rubbing against his prostate, making him moan loudly, turning Nam-gyu on even more.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Nam-gyu mumbled under the kiss, his hands pulling Thanos even closer to his body, bruising his hips. The only response he got was a broken hum and a whine, being all he needed to know how Thanos was feeling. He felt him clench and twitch around his cock, while his thumbs were rubbing against his nipples, spurring Nam-gyu closer to orgasm each time.
One of Nam-gyu’s hands flew up to Thanos’ hair, roughly tugging, a burning sensation forming at his scalp. Then suddenly, he pulled Thanos off of his cock, whose face shifted into surprise, hole gaping at the loss of feeling full. Before he could question it, Nam-gyu quickly manhandled him, flipping him over and around, his cheek being met with the cold, leather seat.
Nam-gyu’s hand then proceeded to reach for the handle next to them, pushing the seat back for better access. Soon enough, Thanos felt Nam-gyu’s cock back at his ass, penetrating him and setting a rough pace.
“Shit- Fuck,” he moaned loudly, all the air in his lungs forcefully getting pushed out of him, their current position allowing Nam-gyu to hit his prostate even harder. Drool was leaking from the corner of Thanos’ mouth, staining the seat under him as he shamelessly moaned each time he felt Nam-gyu thrust inside him.
Nam-gyu groaned, his movements becoming erratic and uneven, signaling he was getting close.
“Thanos,” he called, making Thanos turn his head to look at him, moaning at the way Nam-gyu uttered his name.
“Touch yourself for me.”
Thanos didn’t think twice when he heard Nam-gyu say that, his hand reaching under him to jerk his abandoned cock at the same pace he felt Nam-gyu thrust inside, rearranging his insides. It only took a few tugs for his orgasm to hit him hard, releasing his semen into the condom, clenching around the cock inside him which was still plunging deep at a merciless pace.
The way Thanos was squeezing around him and the slutty moan he drew when he came made Nam-gyu reach his climax as well, spilling white, chasing after his release.
Nam-gyu then collapsed on top of Thanos, his body wrapping around him like a hot blanket, both of them breathing heavily. They laid there for a while, before Nam-gyu heard Thanos let out a laugh, his body shaking under him.
“What’s so funny?” He asked, pushing himself up from Thanos’ sweaty body.
“Nothing, nothing,” Thanos snickered, the same grin still plastered on his face. “I just didn’t know you wanted to fuck me so bad you couldn’t even wait until we got home.”
Nam-gyu rolled his eyes, moving to pull his softening cock out of the tight heat before answering his cocky boyfriend. Thanos whined slightly at the sudden loss, which was quickly interrupted when he got flipped over and turned around again, sitting back in Nam-gyu’s lap.
“You know that’s not how this started,” Nam-gyu replied, looking into Thanos’ eyes, holding him by his waist.
“Right,” Thanos said, making a move to kiss Nam-gyu, before halting an inch away from his face. “If that’s what you say, Nam-su.”
Normally, Nam-gyu would’ve turned this into an argument, correcting his boyfriend on his bratty behavior and getting his name wrong once again, but when he felt Thanos' lips against his own, he decided to let it slide this time.
Just this once.