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The first time Namgyu and Subong met, they both felt a strange connection to each other, even if they never spoke about it. Not that they spoke at all. It all started when The Legend Thanos came into the club for the first time, Namgyu had no idea who the guy was but he looked nice so he gifted him a drink, after that, Thanos came by every day, not because he wanted free drinks, he just wanted to see Namgyu again. Eventually he'd wait outside until his shift ended so he could watch him smoke. Namgyu thought he was just taking advantage of his kindness until he noticed how he'd try to start a conversation but Namgyu was just too busy to talk to him thoroughly so he'd just smile and go back to work.
This situation went on for months, Subong didn't want to bother him outside of his shift so he'd stay quiet, Namgyu didn't want to be a hoarder so he wouldn't engage in small talk. Both seemed to scared of fucking up. Until Namgyu built in the courage, he had no other option whatsoever. Both men were by the exit door smoking, avoiding each other's eyes, Namgyu cleared his throat and got ready to talk.
"Hey, got a lighter?" He said getting a bit closer, Su-bong hurried up and took it out of his pocket. After a couple of tries, the sparks wouldn't turn into flame, it was late at night and its freezing. Namgyu gave it another chance before giving it to the rapper. "Let me help." Subong got close with his own cigarette and pressed the tip against the other's one, Namgyu inhaled deeply, feeling the nicotine fill up his lungs and slowly exhaling, Subong still too close to him.
"Thanks." He muttered under his breath, turning his head away and hiding the light blush creeping up his face.
"It's the least I can do when you always get me free drinks, I owe you one." And with that sentence, Namgyu felt noticed, he thought it was all in vain and he was just embarrassing himself for someone who clearly wasn't interested in him.
"I was hoping you'd notice." He smiled, covering his mouth with his sweater sleeves, picking at his lips like he always did. Thanos smiled back and decided to actually talk to him more, interested in getting to know him better.
Thirty minutes passed, then an hour, then two. Every ten minutes Subong would notice how Namgyu couldn't stop twitching like a nervous wreck, biting his nails compulsively, after that he'd switch to the surrounding skin of his nails until he bleed, then he'd shove his hands inside of his hoodie sleeves, toying with them and biting at his already chapped lips. He also noticed how it was the first time he had seen him not chew gum in over their six months encounters. While he spoke, he'd be brushing his hair away from his face or twirling it in his fingers, cute.
"Can I get your number?" Namgyu brushed the hair out of his face once again and tucked it behind his ear, revealling three beautiful earrings covering his lobe. "Sure, give me your phone" He rushed to hand it to Subong, who typed his number into the contacts app and he added himself as "Subong", not just Thanos anymore. Namgyu toyed with the corner of the phone case while he saved his contact, tucking his hair behind his hair again.
"I have to get going but I'll see you tomorrow. Same place." Namgyu spoke shortly after checking his phone. 3.54 a.m.
"Yeah, sure... See you tomorrow."
"See you, Subong" And walked away. Subong smiled widely, not a lot of people called him by his first name, not a lot of people knew his real name either. It echoed through his mind and it was sounded beautiful in the other's lips.
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This went on for weeks, weeks turning into a month. They'd hang out every day, share a cigarette, a joint or a hit of Thanos' watermelon ice vape, speaking about themselves. Every day, Subong would notice Namgyu's behaviour. At first he thought it was him just being a tweaker from all the nicotine added to being shy and sharing his life with someone he was meeting for the 'first' time but as the weeks went by, that thought was discarded.
Mondays were Namgyu's free days, he woke up with a text that afternoon.
wnna come over?
sure, send me the address and ill be there in a bit.
okii ;)
Namgyu threw on a black hoodie, loose grey sweatpants, slipped into his designer shoes that Subong got him and left, pockets full of weed just in case. It was so weird that more than half a year, Namgyu never stepped foot into the other's house, they'd always meet outside of the club or at a café. He did not live far so he just asked himself how he had never seen him before.
Once he got there, his fingers were bitten to the core. He knocked on the door twice and it opened barely after. "Come on in! Don't mind the mess"
Namgyu smiled. "Brought you a little something" He said wiping out a plastic bag with 4 rolled joints inside. Subong grinned and with a hand on the ohter's waist, he guided him to his bedroom.
They didn't need to say much to feel comfortable with each other, they laid down on their backs very close to each other, head-to-head but facing opposite directions, Namgyu's eyes met with Subong's lips and vice versa. Lighting up a joint, they both smoked in silenced, ocasionally shotgunning to make the most out of the smoke coming out of their mouths. Their eyes getting redder and more tired as they smoked.
"Nam-su, can I ask you something?" Namgyu rolled over to face him. "Mhm... go ahead" He spoke, slightly curious.
"Why are you always biting your lips and fingers?"
"Well, I'm always nervous, I got to have my mouth busy all the time." He hesitantly answered, afraid of being seen as a weirdo in his best friend's eyes.
"Don't you know any other method to feel distracted?"
"Not really, nothing works anymore"
Subong felt his cheeks turn crimson at his own thoughts. He could not say it out loud or else Namgyu wouldn't talk to him ever again.
His mind wandered for a second, he closed his eyes. In his thoughts, Namgyu was on his knees, mouth filled up with his cock, sucking him off so good he could feel his pants tightening in real life. He shook his thoughts away from his mind.
"Do you have any advice?" Namgyu asked, his gaze softening, his sharp eyes did not look as intimidating as they had been looking for the past year.
"I... I don't know, I don't think it'll help at all" He muttered, suddenly he was the one covering his mouth while speaking, almost like he was keeping a secret.
"Fuck hyung, tell me" He rolled closer, hands pressing at his chest. "Come on"
"I don't know Namsu, you're not gonna like it and you're gonna hate me forever" Thanos explained.
"I'm too chill and too comfortable to hate you or your idea right now" Namgyu said.
Subong swallowed hard, he sat up, Namgyu followed shortly after. "So... I was thinking we could help each other, you keep your mouth busy sucking me off and..." He didn't finished his sentence, he just stared at the bulge in his sweatpants. Namgyu's eyes opened wide. Fucking huge.
Namgyu chuckled after processing what his friend had just suggested him. "You think that sucking you off will help me?" Yeah, pretty lame when said out loud.
Subong shrugged, this made Namgyu smile, it was a different smile than before, almost a smirk, he didn't say anything more. Next thing Subong can recall are a pair of lips leaving open mouthed kisses and biting into his neck, marking him, sucking at the skin of his neck until he left hickeys that slowly turned purple. "I could try..." He finally said.
They crashed into an eager kiss, tasting the weed in each other's mouth. Namgyu's hands moving along the rapper's body, drawing patterns haphazardly before reaching his hips, caressing the waistband of his pants and slipping one under the underwear, earning a low groan from the other. He teasingly lowered his kisses to his collarbones. Subong discarded his shirt and threw it to the floor, his bare chest made Namgyu's mouth water, he'd be lying if he said he didn't want this since the very first moment Thanos stepped into the club.
Finally he reached at his happy trail. Namgyu snorted and looked up at him. "Of course Thanos has a purple happy trail" He said mockinglyu as his eyes focused on what his hands were doing even if he couldn't see them. "They don't call me a legend for nothing, babe" And they both laughed. The rapper's hand lifted up Namgyu's chin and their lips collapsed again.
Subong shifted slightly and slowly released his cock from his fabric prison. His now free girth gently slapped Namgyu's cheek, who only licked his lips and started giving it kitten licks at the tip. He felt a hand caress the back of his head, playing with his black silky hair.
The younger finally shoved it into his warm mouth, it hit the back of his throat and his eyes watered causing him to close them. He adjusted to the length first, his gag reflex slowly giving in and letting him get to the base of it. Subong groaned and tugged at his hair, pulling him out. A string of spit still joined them."Is it good?"
"It helps" Namgyu looked at Subong with lust-filled eyes, the older released his hair and Namgyu went back to it, sucking him, the wet sounds, groans and heavy breathing filled the room.
Finally, Namgyu let the other take the lead, now his tattoed fingers ran both sides of his head and his hips started slamming into his mouth, the sounds became even more loud now as it hit the back of his throat with every thrust. Namgyu could only take it, his underwear was killing him but this was only a favour his friend was doing for him, he couldn't do anything more than just grind against the other's leg, finding his own release.
"Fuck Nam-su, your mouth feels fucking amazing" He said, slowing down, making every thrust even deeper. Even if Namgyu's eyes were watering, he kept them open, staring into the his eyes deeply, eventually rolling to the back of his head. The way his throat was being fucked sent shivers down his spine.
Both knew that Subong was close to cumming, the way his hands lost the rhythm and just thrusted sent the signal to Namgyu. None of them thought of pulling out.
"I'm gonna cum- fuck- Namsu...-" He didn't finished the sentence, his fluids were already down his throat, who swallowed everything. Namgyu pulled out and swirled his tongue one last time around his hyung's tip.
He had been feeling uncomfortably tight the whole time and the overwhelming feeling of having his best friend cumming down his throat and praising his cocksucking skills wasn't helping at all. Once the feeling of lust was gone, the post-nut clarity hit. He had come in his fucking pants. He felt sticky, wet, and probably Subong felt it too.
His whole face was red, he covered it with both hands hoping the older wouldn't notice, but the darker spot in his light sweatpants gave it away. "Fuck... you came too?" A low chuckle left his lips.
"Oh shut up Subong" He hid is face in his shoulder.
"It's fine, you're a fucking pro at sucking dick."
"I said shut up!" The embarrassment was noticeable in his voice as he snuggles up closer. Subong giggled and caressed his hair. Namgyu was finally calm, no twitching, no biting and not more toying with his sleeves. Mission accomplished.
"Let me borrow some pants please" Namgyu muttered under his breath.