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The infamous, obnoxious duo walks into the bathroom. It was a quite peculiar time to suffice bladder needs, so Nam-gyu and Thanos were there alone.
“I flirted with a chick at a club once and we hooked up.” Thanos bragged, walking towards a urinal. From the end of the last game and up until now, the purple haired freak had been ranting about his experience with girls and whatnot. Nam-gyu didn't mind at first, but it slowly drove him insane as Thanos still kept going on about it.
“She wasn't all that. But she had a cute lil’ bob like yours, bro.” Thanos continued, unzipping his pants to do as intended; pee. Nam-gyu does the same, but his ears are caught on what Thanos last said. Nam-gyu could care less about what any of Thanos’ flings look like. But for Thanos to correlate a pretty common haircut back to Nam-gyu was a bit odd in his eyes. Especially since Thanos was talking about sex.
The thought of that kind of turned him on. Good thing he already pissed before getting hard. Nam-gyu swallowed dryly, all of his sexually impulsive thoughts blocked out any word of Thanos’ if it wasn't about sex with him. He zipped his pants up to try and conceal his growing erection. Which was dumb because it was clearly visible anyway.
He hadn't noticed that Thanos was making his way to the sink, his fly still down. “Fucking idiot.” Nam-gyu murmured. Thanos was washing his hands, still yapping and unaware that Nam-gyu was behind him.
“Yeah, and so–” Thanos quickly cut himself off, sensing that something was wrong with the way Nam-gyu was breathing behind me. He turned off the faucet, turned his head and saw Nam-gyu glaring directly at him.
“Wh–”
“Shut up, would you?” Nam-gyu says. It sounded more like an order and less of a request. In a swift, almost desperate movement, Nam-gyu bends Thanos’ over the sink counter.
“For the past hours, you've been talking about all the hoes you've fucked. And, dude, I honestly do not give a double fuck.” Nam-gyu's clothed erection unintentionally brushes against Thanos’ beautifully clothed butt cheeks, making Nam-gyu shift. Albeit all that friction, Nam-gyu takes a step back and sighs.
“With all the hookups you got, maybe you should be called the whore instead.” Nam-gyu berated, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
There was a brief moment of silence.
“Say… say that again.” Thanos finally spoke up. He was still leaned over the sink. Except the fact that he buried his face down and behind his sleeves.
“Say what? Whore?” Nam-gyu cocks an eyebrow, intrigued.
“Fuck yeah.” Shivers were visibly sent down Thanos’ spine as Nam-gyu repeats the derogatory word. Nam-gyu shifts his head slightly, noticing that Thanos was fully fucking hard.
Nam-gyu chuckles, stepping up forward again. He pressed his crotch against Thanos’ ass. Thanos whimpers in response.
“You like being called a whore?”
Nam-gyu knew what he was doing.
“Hell – Hell yeah.” Thanos giggles, facing his head up to look at Nam-gyu through the mirror. Nam-gyu just wants to wipe that shit eating grin off his face and turn him into a complete mess.
Putting his hands on Thanos’ waist. he grinds down. Eliciting a surprisingly lewd moan from the other.
“Damn, Su-bong. I didn't know you were such a freak.” nam-gyu grunts, rubbing his covered erection up and down on Thanos’ ass. Thanos looks at himself through the mirror, biting on his lower lip. Nam-gyu's right hand trails down to Thanos’ crotch, massaging his length.
“Fuck.” Thanos curses. “Can you go faster?” He says in English. Thanos looks down, embarassed to see himself in the mirror. Nam-gyu only smirks, leaning forward to whisper something into Thanos’ ear.
“Slut.”
He says smugly. Thanos’ dick throbs at the degradation and Nam-gyu can feel it in his hands. Nam-gyu takes Thanos dick out of his pants, teasing the tip with a thumb. Thanos was about to say something when Nam-gyu left hand leaves his waist and tugs on the purple strands of hair. Pulling his head back to make Thanos look at himself clearly in the mirror.
“-Gyu..~!” Thanos cried out, his dignity leaving his body with every stroke and thrust. Nam-gyu thought he was so pathetic. They haven't even gone onto anal and he's already losing it on dry humping.
Thanos tries to speak up but everything in his body fails to comply.
“Nghh…” He pants, cum slowly leaking from his tip. Nam-gyu swipes a finger over it, laughing at the sight.
“Who would've known that the great chick magnet rapper would be fucking squealing under a guy.” Nam-gyu comments with a sarcastic frown. He keeps pumping and grinding onto Thanos. Thanos quickly goes into overstimulation with his orgasm already washing over him.
Thanos’ back arches in doing so, ropes of sticky cum falling down onto his pants. Nam-gyu lets his hand go, focusing on his own climax this time.
He reaches his high and lets his body collapse over Thanos’. The two breathe loudly.
Creak.
The bathroom door opens.
Min-su?