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Nam-gyu always thought that Myung-gi was unfairly attractive.
It’s stupid, really, that a guy like that should be blessed with such a perfect face. Nam-gyu couldn’t tell what he hated him for more– the fact that he put him so far into debt, or the fact that he was so fucking hot it was almost easy to forget about it. Either way, once he joined the games, he figured that this would be his opportunity to not only settle his financial issues, but also get rid of MGCoin along the way.
Unfortunately, Thanos is dead, so is Gyeong-su, and, due to an admittedly ill thought out decision, so is Se-mi, thus leaving Nam-gyu with nothing but a necklace full of mystery drugs and a pathetic, useless Min-su. Survival was seeming like less of a possibility with each death in their poorly manufactured group, and Nam-gyu was certainly not going to leave his life in the hands of Min-su— especially now that he’s so badly spiralling over Se-mi’s death. Honestly, it only seemed like the most rational decision to partner up with Myung-gi, no matter how much the guy annoyed him.
Now, however, Nam-gyu is faced with probably the most shocking and disturbing thought he’s had in his entire life; Myung-gi looks so much sexier when he’s covered in blood.
It’s not helping to quell his hatred towards the guy. Nobody should look good covered in blood, and really, Nam-gyu didn’t think that MGCoin could look any better than he already did. But here he is, standing over a blue-vest player’s body, breathing heavily and covered in the dead woman’s blood.
It’s sprayed across his face, the droplets dripping down his perfect cheekbones and running in tracks down his neck. There are some even caught in his ridiculously long eyelashes, the bright red hue a contrast against his dark coloured eyes. It doesn’t help that he’s panting, physically exhausted and probably somewhat emotionally distraught after single handedly taking out a woman’s life for no good reason. He’s shaking and sweating from every pore, his knife still raised in a mid-stab motion like he’s frozen on the spot.
Curiously, it’s the first one he’s killed all on his own. They’ve only found a handful of scattered players around the maze in the short time they’ve been looking, but they've still been killing each one together. Whether that’s due simply to force of habit or because of something else, he’s not sure, but he liked it. He’s not sure what made Myung-gi snap and lunge for the woman with no warning, but Nam-gyu finds that he enjoys watching Myung-gi kill even more than he likes doing it with him.
Myung-gi breaks out of his trance then, blinking and letting out a huff before lowering his knife and wiping a hand down his bloodied face, smearing red marks down his jaw.
Nam-gyu has to bite his lip to hold in an actual groan.
Myung-gi pays him no mind, however, and continues off down the hallway– entirely silent and dead-eyed like he had been the entire time since Nam-gyu suggested that they continue taking out blue players. It’s seriously frustrating, especially since he’s still looking around every corner for that bitch 222.
So, Nam-gyu’s left with heat simmering low in his gut, the beginnings of a hard-on, and no choice but to simply trail along behind Myung-gi while being ignored entirely.
In a way, it makes him miss Thanos’ constant attention, even if it had been thoughtless and misguided. The guy couldn’t even remember his damn name half of the time, and sure, he was high off his ass, but so was Nam-gyu but he didn't get fucking amnesia because of it. Still, it was more entertaining to dance around Thanos while being called Nam-su than it is walking around with Myung-gi being called nothing because he refuses to even speak to him. Fuck, doesn’t he deserve a little recognition? Even if it’s just Myung-gi turning around, realizing how turned-on Nam-gyu is from watching him brutally murdering someone and calling him a freak for it. Maybe even stabbing him and getting them both eliminated. Anything would be better than this silent treatment bullshit.
Nam-gyu is barely even looking for blue players at this point. He’s too focused on directing his heated gaze into Myung-gi’s back as he opens every unlocked door in search of that stupid girl of his.
We were in love
We met and became a memory that can’t be erased
The song comes to mind again at the thought of the girl and he smirks, beginning to hum the tune softly to himself. Except, it’s not really just to himself, because his eyes are trained on the way the sound affects Myung-gi– the way his shoulders tense just slightly and his pace falters a little. Nam-gyu relishes in the attention, even if it’s only just the slightest bit of it.
It was a commendable melodrama
A pretty good ending
That’s all I need
I loved you
Myung-gi loves that girl. It’s not that he cares, really. Just because he thinks the guy is hot and his body is thrumming with the need to pounce on him right then and there doesn’t mean that he’s expecting a proposal– he’s had enough meaningless hookups with guys with girlfriends to not give a shit, and he’s never been a particularly possessive person. It’s just kind of annoying how insistent he is on finding her, even though from what Nam-gyu has pieced together from their interactions, she doesn’t really feel the same. At least not anymore.
Yet Nam-gyu is right there, willing and able, and Myung-gi won’t even spare him a glance. Fuck . What did he even do to this guy? Really, it was only Thanos who threatened him, and Myung-gi is the reason he landed in this place to begin with, so doesn’t he at least deserve some sort of compensation? Recognition, at least? He’s starting to sound like a broken record, even to himself, but it’s all he can think about. Maybe he’s needy, maybe he’s just high, maybe he is actually deranged and it isn’t just the drugs and the games that are doing it to him, but Nam-gyu doesn’t care– his body is pumping with energy and it’s almost like he can’t stop himself, like he can’t stop his cravings for Myung-gi’s attention anymore than he can stop his cravings for the drugs in Thanos’ stupid cross necklace.
“The love scenario that we created,
“Now the lights are off–” He starts singing now, only muttering the words under his breath as he swings his arms around carelessly. “And if we flip it to the last page, the curtains will quietly fall.”
He imagines Myung-gi’s face, all handsome and smeared with blood, brows furrowed in frustration as he forces himself not to bite at Nam-gyu’s bait.
He raises the knife in his hand to the wall beside him, letting the blade catch on the hard surface and make a scraping noise as he continues along. “I’m not really okay, going through this–”
“Can you shut up?”
Nam-gyu involuntarily snaps his mouth shut at the sound of Myung-gi’s voice. A reaction, finally. Some sort of way into a conversation that can break Nam-gyu out of his needy and pathetic train of thought.
“The amazing Myung-gi speaks? I was starting to doubt it.” Nam-gyu giggles to himself but feels a wave of annoyance wash over him when he looks to Myung-gi and he’s still not looking his way. He’s faced forward, barely sparing any effort into speaking to Nam-gyu. Nam-gyu groans. “How am I supposed to stop, huh? I’m bored, and you’re just standing there and ignoring me!”
Myung-gi sighs, opening a door with a stolen key and peering inside. “If I don’t ignore you, I might kill you, and then we’d both be eliminated.”
“Ha!” Nam-gyu barks out a laugh, giggling and covering his mouth with his hand. “I knew you had to have some sense of humour. Nobody gains that many followers without being somewhat charming, good looks can only get you so far.”
Myung-gi turns to him finally, narrowing his eyes at Nam-gyu who, upon being finally looked at, struggles to contain his grin by biting down hard on his lip. Myung-gi doesn’t seem all too impressed by this.
“Look, I have to find Jun-hee before some deranged psychopath like you can get their hands on her, so would you just shut up and help me? If that’s so hard, you can just fuck off.” He’s angry again, even though it was him who brought up the girl this time, not Nam-gyu.
Nam-gyu runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, MGCoin.”
His voice sounds dangerous, even to him, and fuck– when did he become so mad? Is it just because Myung-gi is talking down to him? Thanos used to do the same thing, but Myung-gi is different. He thinks he’s better than Nam-gyu because he thinks of him as nothing more than a desperate, loser junkie. Was it the mention of the chick? Fuck . He’s starting to hate that bitch, and he only just learnt her name. Jun-hee. Fuck that cunt.
Nam-gyu laughs manically. “Yeah, yeah. I don’t think that’s a good idea at all. I think if I went off on my own, I might just kill your little bitch myself. Fuck, yeah, that’d be good, huh? And then all this effort looking for her would be for nothing, and you’d probably wish that you just spent some god damn energy on me instead!”
He’s aware how insane he sounds, all of his strange and uncharacteristically possessive thoughts spilling from his mouth in rapid success, but he doesn’t really give a shit. His mind is too overloaded to care, and the way that Myung-gi’s eyes widen into near perfect circles is just too good.
“And, you know, you never even apologized for fucking up my life, or Thanos’ life. We were both only here because of you and your fucking trashy crypto bro shit, and still you haven’t apologized! It’s like you don’t even care. The least you could do is fucking talk to me, but no, you’re too caught up in your pathetic fucking pregnant girlfriend who doesn’t even–”
Nam-gyu feels the sharp pain in his back before he even registers Myung-gi shoving him against the wall as hard as he can for the second time since this game has started. Their bodies are lined up perfectly, Myung-gi putting all of his weight into keeping Nam-gyu pinned against the wall despite the fact that he isn’t struggling at all. Nam-gyu gasps and tilts his head backwards, an ache spreading through his spine and Myung-gi’s knife coming to rest dangerously at the curve of his neck.
“I told you, if you touch her, you’re fucking dead.” He practically growls out the words, and Nam-gyu feels an exciting thrill seep through his bones, his face heating up and his body shifting but not in discomfort.
It’s a little humiliating how obvious he’s being, and if he was sober he’d probably be embarrassed, but it hasn’t been long since he took his last pill and his head is still clouded enough for him to admit that he kind of enjoys it. He enjoys it even more when he sees the realization dawn on Myung-gi’s face, and really, Nam-gyu is surprised it’s taken him this long to figure it out.
“You freak, you’re getting off on this?” He asks, voice laced with disgust.
Ah, there it is again, humiliation. Nam-gyu lets out a shaky breath, grinning and pressing into the blade at his throat dangerously. That seems to be enough of an answer for Myung-gi, but curiously, he doesn’t pull away– instead, he simply glances between Nam-gyu’s face and the knife at his throat with an unreadable expression on his face.
Nam-gyu squeaks in surprise when Myung-gi experimentally leans into him, not enough to put pressure on anything important– namely, his dick– but enough to make the knife slip across his skin leaving a fresh, searing cut in its wake.
Nam-gyu lets out a noise halfway between a gasp and a groan as he watches Myung-gi pull the knife away and stare at the crimson blood left on its tip. Nam-gyu’s blood.
They’re suddenly interrupted by a blue-vest player running around the corner, freezing in fear when he spots the two of them against the wall. The three of them stare at each other for a moment. Player 197, as it says on his vest, frozen like a deer in headlights, and Myung-gi frozen like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Nam-gyu stares because he’s still stuck to the wall, unable to move against Myung-gi’s unrelenting hold.
Then, their careful stillness is broken as 197 breaks into a run, booking it down the hall in the direction he came from. Myung-gi is quicker, though, not held up by shaky nervousness, and he quickly catches up to him.
Nam-gyu watches in intrigue as Myung-gi tackles the boy to the ground, struggling to get his arms and legs pinned to the ground. He’s obviously distracted, though, and 197 is able to flip them over, straddling Myung-gi and knocking the knife out of his hand. The boy grabs it before Myung-gi can, and with shaky hands, he raises the blade above his chest.
He hesitates just long enough for Nam-gyu to slink behind him and slit his throat, his blood pouring out of the wound like a waterfall.
Nam-gyu grabs his hair before he falls over onto Myung-gi, and he drags the boy's body off of him.
Myung-gi stares up at him in shock. He’s covered in blood again, even more so than last time. His red-vest is even redder than before, the bit of his white shirt that’s peeking out from underneath his jacket is no longer white, and even his neck and the underneath of his jaw is completely and entirely coated with syrupy redness. He looks absolutely wrecked. shocked and sweaty, shaky and bloody. Nam-gyu can’t help it when his lips part and his breathing hitches.
He drops down then, crawling forward so he’s straddling Myung-gi just like player 197 had been.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Myung-gi snaps, but his voice doesn’t hold the edge that it did before. Instead, this time, it’s wobbly and cracking, almost scared although he’s not sure if that fear is directed at Nam-gyu or just residue from almost being killed.
Nam-gyu just ignores him, grabbing his vest still soaked in blood and twisting his fingers into the fabric. He yanks Myung-gi towards him and crashes their mouths together harshly.
It’s violent and messy and not even slightly reciprocated as Nam-gyu just takes and takes, moving his mouth against Myung-gi’s still and stunned lips. When Myung-gi does move, it’s to try to get away, but Nam-gyu just crashes them both into the dirty floor and pins him there, grabbing his jaw and forcing his mouth open. He licks into his open mouth, groaning at the bloody taste and biting down hard on Myung-gi’s lip as the other grips onto the collar of his jacket and tries to pull him off. Nam-gyu’s too lost in the sensation to even notice.
Then, Myung-gi bites down on his tongue, hard.
Nam-gyu yelps and pulls away, his hand flying to his mouth as pain washes over him. “ What ‘e fuck?!”
Myung-gi punches him in the face, pain blossoming across Nam-gyu’s jaw. Before he can recover from the blow, Myung-gi shoves him backwards, successfully pushing Nam-gyu off of him. Nam-gyu’s still aching back hits the ground and his head quickly follows, leaving him dizzy and blinking sluggishly.
“You’re fucking crazy.” Myung-gi sneers, scrambling to stand up before Nam-gyu can collect himself. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“You’re ‘o fucking ‘ramatic.” Nam-gyu rolls his eyes, his words slurring around his aching tongue. He spits blood out onto the ground. The taste isn’t so fun when it’s coming from him.
“ Dramatic? Seriously? Fuck you.” Myung-gi tries to kick him but Nam-gyu swerves out of the way at the last second.
“Hey! You’ll get us both fucking eliminated dumbass!”
That seems to snap Myung-gi out of it at least. He pauses, staring down at Nam-gyu with wide eyes. His hands are shaking uncontrollably.
Nam-gyu sighs, tucking his hands behind his head and laying flat on his back. “Don’t be like that. You were five seconds away from eating me alive before that guy showed up.”
Myung-gi looks at the dead man’s body before looking back at Nam-gyu, his stance hesitant like he’s thinking about denying it.
“You fucking killed that guy on top of me, you psycho. You don’t just do that shit.” Is what he ends up saying, and it’s nothing like what Nam-gyu expected. He expected him to cuss him out again for the kiss, maybe go for another kick– but that’s what he’s upset about?
Nam-gyu laughs, he laughs harder than he’s laughed since he showed up in this place.
“Are you for fucking real? Did you want me to just let him kill you?” Nam-gyu feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes from laughing so hard. “Don’t act all innocent, you prick, you killed Thanos while he was on top of you, you didn't seem to care about the mess then!”
Myung-gi’s face screws up, all cute and bloody. “You know what? Fuck you. I’m done with your bullshit. I don’t need your help, I don’t know why I agreed to work with you in the first place.”
He starts to walk away all defiantly, picking up his discarded knife as he does so. Nam-gyu scrambles to get up but he’s too dizzy and falls back down. He laughs at himself.
“Hey! Amazing Myung-gi– I was only joking! No need to take everything so seriously!”
He eventually catches up to Myung-gi just as he opens the door to another room. Nam-gyu takes his chance and shoves him inside, going in right behind him and shutting the door, making sure to lean on it heavily so he can’t shove past. Myung-gi tries grabbing his jacket to push him away but to no avail.
“I’m tired of this, I need to find Jun-hee and–”
Nam-gyu tries the same trick as last time– grabbing Myung-gi’s vest and pulling him forwards. Unfortunately, Myung-gi sees it coming this time and blocks him by holding his knife up to Nam-gyu’s lips, keeping him at a safe distance.
“Come on. You’re no fun.” Nam-gyu chuckles. The tip of the knife nudges at his mouth and he lets his lips part, his tongue darting out to taste the blood on it. The metallic taste isn’t as satisfying when it’s clouded by his own blood that’s trickling from the wound on his tongue, but the reaction from the man in front of him is enough to make it worth it.
Myung-gi’s breath hitches audibly, their faces close enough that Nam-gyu couldn’t miss it if he tried.
He smirks, his mouth twisting around the blade. “You’re into this too, huh? I fucking knew it. You’re too easy to read, MGCoin.”
But that’s not entirely true, because Nam-gyu isn’t even slightly prepared for it when Myung-gi takes a pause, and then, without any warning whatsoever, drops his knife and lunges forward, capturing his mouth with his own.
It starts out surprisingly soft– an eager, closed mouth kiss turning into gentle making out, Myung-gi’s hand travelling up his jaw and tilting his head to the side– but Nam-gyu isn’t looking for sweet, and once he gets over his shock, he digs his fingers into Myung-gi’s hair and tugs him closer so harshly that their teeth clink together. Myung-gi grunts in displeasure, but Nam-gyu supposes he’s only ever kissed sweet bitches like 222 before– supposes he’s always gone gentle in fear of marking up their soft girl-lips.
Nam-gyu isn’t so worried though, and he nibbles on Myung-gi’s lips as they sloppily make out. His fingers dig into the man’s hair harder and he tugs on the strands slightly at the base of his scalp.
Myung-gi cringes and wedges his hand between their mouths, pushing Nam-gyu back into the door behind him. “You’re a terrible kisser, you know?”
Nam-gyu licks his palm and Myung-gi pulls his hand back like he’s been burned despite having had that same tongue down his throat only moments ago. Nam-gyu bites his lip and graciously takes in the site before him– Myung-gi, covered in blood, mouth red from being bitten and pupils blown wide.
“Why don’t you find out what my mouth is good for, then?” He trails his fingers across Myung-gi’s waistband teasingly before hiking his shirt up slightly, letting his hands slide across the skin there. He’s so warm against Nam-gyu’s cold hands, and he has to fight himself not to jump ahead and grind into him right then and there.
“What makes you think I want that?” Myung-gi replies, his eyes darting between Nam-gyu’s eyes and his mouth.
Nam-gyu grabs onto Myung-gi’s waist and spins them around, pinning the other man to the door and no longer worried that he’s going to try to leave. He drops to his knees without hesitation, his hands sliding back down to Myung-gi’s waistband and shoving down his sweatpants and underwear in one push. Nam-gyu hears the sharp intake of breath above him and he makes a noise of his own when Myung-gi’s cock is exposed to him, half hard and, well, certainly not small.
It only makes sense that a man as hot as Myung-gi would be blessed with a nice cock, too. Fucking figures. He’s like a crappy present wrapped in the prettiest wrapping paper and topped with a bow. Perfect until you find out what’s inside.
Nam-gyu wraps a hand around his cock and Myung-gi’s hips twitch. Sensitive. Nam-gyu can only imagine how long it’s been since he’s had anything other than his own hand.
His hand slides up and down Myung-gi’s dick in slow, languid strokes, palming over the head teasingly each time. Myung-gi is breathing shakily and Nam-gyu watches as his cock fills in his hand, hardening to its full length and leaking into his palm.
“ Fuck– I thought you wanted to show me what your mouth can do?” Myung-gi says between heavy breaths.
Nam-gyu licks his lips and looks up at him, but Myung-gi isn’t looking back. His head is thrown back against the wall, his eyes screwed shut tightly. Clearly doesn’t want to look at Nam-gyu, and the thought that he could be imagining him as that bitch 222 flares hot anger through his veins. But he can be better than she ever could have been, that he knows for sure.
He takes Myung-gi’s full length into his mouth, pushing his face into his abdomen as the cock slides into his throat, making him gag slightly. A surprised, broken groan erupts from above him and he feels Myung-gi’s hand land on his head on instinct, scrambling to find something to hold onto. He doesn’t quite hold on, though– still too gentle, still acting like Nam-gyu is one of the cute, fragile girls he’s had in the past. Not good enough.
He bobs his head up and down, swallowing around his cock and hollowing his cheeks– using every cheap trick he’s ever learnt to have Myung-gi squirming above him, his hand clenching and unclenching in his hair. Drool runs down Nam-gyu’s chin as he takes Myung-gi to the base again, his throat fluttering around the intrusion.
“Fuck– fuck.” Myung-gi’s hips buck forward slightly but he stops himself before he pushes too far.
Nam-gyu grunts in annoyance, relishing in the string of saliva that follows his mouth when he pulls off Myung-gi's cock. He wipes his face and looks up at the other man, upset to find that he still won’t look at him.
“Hey, MGCoin, fucking stop that, you fucking pussy.”
“What?” Myung-gi asks, panting and rather dazed. After a moment of Nam-gyu not answering, he looks down at him with a frown. He seems to regret it instantly but Nam-gyu feels a flood of satisfaction trickle through him at the wrecked sight of him. Flushed, sweaty, still coated in blood that Nam-gyu wants to lick off his face.
“Look at me when I suck your cock, asshole, I’m not doing this for nothing.” He grins at the put-off look on Myung-gi’s face. “And stop treating me like a fucking girl and make me take it– we both know I can.”
When Myung-gi makes no immediate moves, Nam-gyu sighs and grabs his hand that’s gone lax upon his head, forcing his fingers to curl into his hair. Myung-gi understands what he’s trying to convey and finally takes a firm grip of his hair.
“Fuck my mouth like you hate me, because we both know that you do.”
Myung-gi narrows his eyes at him. “Is that really what you want?”
Fuck, Nam-gyu’s really getting tired of all this lovey dovey, caring bullshit. He just smiles before opening his mouth in preparation, urging Myung-gi to continue.
And he does, thank God, because Nam-gyu was starting to become turned-off by that conversation. He starts tentatively at first, thrusting shallowly into Nam-gyu’s mouth, slow enough that Nam-gyu is still able to apply some of his earlier tricks into the mix. He starts panting, then, and his thrusts become deeper, his desperation overriding whatever hesitation had held him back. And finally, he’s fucking Nam-gyu’s mouth like he means it– hitting the back of his throat and making him gag with every snap of his hips. He grips Nam-gyu’s hair like a lifeline, the tugging making his scalp burn and forcing a moan from his lips.
Myung-gi groans, probably due to the vibrations, and thrusts into his mouth even harder, leaking precum on his tongue. He’s so close– Nam-gyu can tell by the way his moans become more frequent and his dick twitches on his tongue. It’s fucking hot, and Nam-gyu wants nothing more than to feel his cum gush down his throat, but he needs more.
He forces himself off of Myung-gi who tries to push him back down on his cock. It’s good, he’s finally being rough the way he likes it. Still, Nam-gyu forces him to let go of his hair.
Myung-gi grunts in frustration. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Nam-gyu flushes at the commanding tone but brushes it off, springing to his feet and forcing Myung-gi into another bruising kiss. He’s allowed this for just a moment before Myung-gi pulls him back by the hair and spins the two of them around, crushing his body into Nam-gyu’s back and pinning him to the door.
“I asked you a question.”
Nam-gyu groans.
“I want– need– you to fuck me. Please?” He’s whining desperately into the door, voice muffled and chin soaked with spit. He’s been hard ever since he first saw Myung-gi kill that man and become soaked in his blood and ignoring it is becoming increasingly more difficult. That sweet, sweet sense of humiliation crawls up his spine again and he shivers in ecstasy,
He can’t see Myung-gi from this position, but he can feel the puffs of hot air let out onto his neck with every harsh breath he takes. He wonders what his face looks like right now as he watches Nam-gyu whine and writhe under his hands.
Without much of a warning, Myung-gi tugs down Nam-gyu’s pants. Nam-gyu whines again when his cock springs free, already hard and soaked from being left untouched and horny for so long. He digs his forehead into the door, twitching in sensitivity when Myung-gi gingerly grabs ahold of his hip.
Nam-gyu doesn’t even have to beg or demand this time– Myung-gi immediately takes initiative, curling his hand around to Nam-gyu’s face and shoving two of his fingers into his mouth.
Nam-gyu sucks fervently, trying to display his eagerness as much as possible, but Myung-gi is thrusting his fingers so harshly that it’s hard to keep up. The pace has Nam-gyu drooling again, but this time it doesn’t trail down his chin as Myung-gi works to collect as much of it as possible, ensuring that his fingers are satisfyingly spit-soaked by the time that he pulls them out of Nam-gyu’s mouth. Nam-gyu pants, his head dizzy and his lips glistening with saliva.
“There’s no lube in here, so this will have to do.” Myung-gi grumbles. He doesn’t sound too happy about it, but Nam-gyu just chuckles.
“Don’t worry, I’ve done it before.”
There’s a pause in movement behind him before Myung-gi mutters something, an edge to his voice that wasn’t there before. “Of course you have.”
Nam-gyu shivers, a thrill racing down his spine at the tone of Myung-gi’s voice. Then, gently, he feels a finger prod at his ass and slowly but surely, Myung-gi pushes his finger inside. Nam-gyu sighs contentedly, his fingers curling where they meet the door as the finger inside of him starts to move slowly in and out.
“More.” He demands after a moment, and Myung-gi delivers almost instantaneously, almost like he’s on autopilot. A second finger makes its intrusion, slipping in right beside the first one. The stretch burns slightly, especially when their only lube is quickly drying spit, but Nam-gyu would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the pain. He rocks his hips back, trying to speed up Myung-gi’s pace, but the other man’s grip on his hip tightens and holds him still, making Nam-gyu whine.
“You’re already getting more than you deserve from me, the least you can do is be patient.” Myung-gi says, scissoring his fingers outwards and making Nam-gyu gasp at the feeling of being stretched.
“F-fuck that, you’re way to gentle.” Nam-gyu protests between gasps when Myung-gi curls his fingers, looking for a certain spot within him. It almost seems like he’s done this before, and not with a girl. Maybe Nam-gyu would bring it up later, but he’s not stupid enough to do so in such a compromising position, and if Myung-gi stops now, he might just die on the spot.
Myung-gi doesn’t respond to him, and even if he did, Nam-gyu probably wouldn’t hear him because on a particularly deep thrust, Nam-gyu sees stars.
He’s not sure if he moans or how loudly he does– which is something he should probably keep control of considering where they are– and he’s not given a chance to recover and find out, because once Myung-gi finds that spot within him, every thrust of his fingers hits it with expert precision. Oh yeah, he’s done this before, that’s for sure. Nam-gyu whimpers and whines, his thighs shaking from the effort it takes to keep him upright while spikes of pleasure shoot through him.
Then, Myung-gi adds a third finger, and now it's harder for him to thrust deep enough to hit that spot but it doesn't matter anyway because the delicious burn of three fingers inside of him is enough to have Nam-gyu openly moaning into the wood of the door.
“Plea– please, I need more…” Nam-gyu stutters out between moans and whines. “Fucking need you inside of me.”
“Fuck. Can you shut up?” Myung-gi snaps, but his voice quivers and Nam-gyu can feel his still unclothed erection pressing up against his thigh. He needs it just as much.
“Mm, I will when you fuck me.” Nam-gyu says, matter-of-factly. He whines when Myung-gi pushes his fingers in as far as they’ll go, scissoring them out and stretching his hole further. “ Fuck.”
“Dammit. What the fuck.” Myung-gi curses so quietly that Nam-gyu wouldn’t have heard it if they weren’t pressed up against each other like they are. Then, he pulls his fingers out, making Nam-gyu whine at the emptiness. His hole flutters around nothing for a moment or two until he feels something larger and hotter than Myung-gi’s fingers push up against his entrance.
Nam-gyu’s hips buck forward on instinct but Myung-gi holds him steadily in place, pushing into him slowly inch by inch.
They both groan at the feeling, and when Myung-gi is fully sheathed inside of him, Nam-gyu has to stop himself from coming right then and there. He stops himself, though, because he’s had too much practice to be embarrassing himself like that.
One of Myung-gi’s arms circle around his waist, pulling them even more flush together. Nam-gyu flinches only slightly when Myung-gi’s head comes to rest in the crook of his shoulder, his hot pants of breath tickling the side of his neck.
It feels too domestic again– too cute for the people they are and the place that they’re in– but if Myung-gi has to do this, hell, if he has to pretend that Nam-gyu is 222, he really couldn’t care less anymore. He needs it so fucking bad, it doesn’t matter to him what Myung-gi is picturing while they fuck. What he does care about, though, is needing him to fucking move.
He pushes back against Myung-gi’s firm grip on his waist, circling his hips in an attempt to find some sort of relief. It doesn’t do much for him, but Myung-gi lets out a sharp breath, using the arm not circled around his waist to reach up and grab Nam-gyu’s hair. Then, he pulls out agonizingly slowly before snapping his hips forward harshly– harsh enough that Nam-gyu is crushed even further into the door. Nam-gyu whimpers from the pain and the need for more, and maybe Myung-gi isn’t picturing his girlfriend because he seems to like that and repeats the same motion, slamming into Nam-gyu so hard that pain and pleasure mix together beautifully.
His pace is brutal after that, thrusting into Nam-gyu without regard and using his hair as leverage. Nam-gyu moans unashamedly, not giving a fuck if there’s a player on the other side hearing him being fucked like a slut in the murder dungeon they’re trapped in. In fact, he hopes somebody hears it. He hopes somebody hears both of them and runs to tell poor little 222. Fuck, wouldn’t that be something?
Even if he were putting effort into being quiet, the lewd slap of skin on skin that bounces off the walls of the otherwise silent room would be enough to give away what they’re doing.
“ Shit. Fuck,” Nam-gyu curses, the slide of Myung-gi’s thick cock in him making his brain feel fuzzy. “That’s so fucking good… yeah, right there… shit.”
Myung-gi doesn’t tell him to shut up this time, just simply slaps the hand that was holding his hair over Nam-gyu’s mouth forcefully. But with Nam-gyu’s sounds muffled into the palm of his hand, Myung-gi’s own noises are left ringing around the room. He gasps and grunts, clearly putting effort into holding back, but fuck it’s hot. Nam-gyu moans low and pleased.
At a particularly loud moan from Myung-gi, Nam-gyu realizes how close he is. He’s close too, but his cock is still hanging there, neglected and dripping. He rips his hand away from the door and circles a hand around his cock, jerking himself in harsh, rushed movements as he feels his climax building inside of him and Myung-gi’s pace starts to become staggered and broken.
Then, Myung-gi shifts just slightly and Nam-gyu’s vision whites out as he hits his sweet spot with a rough thrust of his hips. Nam-gyu comes hard and all over his hand, his hips jerking forward desperately as every last drop is milked out of him. Myung-gi doesn’t let up, though, as if he’s lost in his own world of chasing his release. He relentlessly pounds into Nam-gyu, his moans and groans becoming more desperate with each drag of his cock.
Just as Nam-gyu starts feeling so overstimulated that it hurts, Myung-gi groans low and satisfied as he thrusts into him one last time and stays there, cock planted as deep as he could have possibly gone. Nam-gyu feels himself fill up with cum, the feeling of it washing an aftershock of pleasure through his body and making him gasp.
Myung-gi doesn’t pull out immediately. He just pants, his head coming to rest on Nam-gyu’s back once again. Nam-gyu allows it without question this time, relishing in the feeling of cum dripping down his thighs.
“...We didn't think about the clean up.” Myung-gi says after a long beat of silence.
Nam-gyu laughs. Yeah, it’s gonna be fucking gross playing the rest of the game in this state.
They aren’t left to dwell on it for too long, though, because the fucking door opens. Not the one Nam-gyu is still leaning on, thank God, but the one across the room from them.
The two of them look over in shock to find player 044 staring at them, her eyes wide in shock. And, ok, and maybe that’s a little too much humiliation, even for Nam-gyu, because now they just have to kill her.
They pause long enough for her to sheepishly close the door before Myung-gi is hurriedly pulling out and pulling his pants back up, so fast that Nam-gyu cringes at the sensation. He quickly does the same, though– rushedly getting redressed and picking his knife up from where he had dropped it at some point during their fun, and following Myung-gi out the door to ambush the group that 044 was with.
And yes, it is uncomfortable to play the rest of the game with a damp ass, but he can’t help but think that it was worth it.
Maybe he’ll pop a celebratory pill afterwards, just to congratulate himself.