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The jingling sound of keys rings through Namgyu’s ears as he throws them haphazardly on the counter after a long day at work. Club Pentagon has never been filled with customers with particularly high IQs but today was something else, they’re acting like they’ve never left their goddamn house before. When he flops on the couch the bottom of his feet throb from being on his feet for ten hours, but he can at least be relieved that it’s over. He pulls out his phone from his pocket and is welcomed to a whopping zero notifications, which was routine at this point, doesn’t even know why he bothered to check when his own experience has shown him the same thing over and over again. There’s not one person in the world who can’t wait to be the first one to tell those two words to him, not even one member of his lame ass so-called family. While trying to ignore the sudden hollow feeling in his chest, he drops his phone on the coffee table and lets out a deep sigh. Which then turns into a groan after deciding not to get too comfortable and take a shower before heading to bed. He pulls himself off the couch with heavy feeling limbs and makes his way to the bathroom.
While initially not wanting to do it Namgyu is actually glad he did, the steam soothes his aching muscles and the water washes away all the sweat and grime that fills the club. He feels refreshed and ready to knock the fuck out. Before he does that though he wraps a towel around his waist and goes to grab his phone from where he left it in the living room. When he checks the time he’s surprised to see he’s actually received a message from Thanos of all people. With a shaky thumb he hastily puts in his passcode and clumsily swipes back and forth to find that message app. Once he does open it a two word message appears on his screen, not the two words Namgyu naively hopes for every year, no they’re nothing like those to words at all.
U up?
Namgyu chuckles at the unoriginality of it because if he were to scroll up he would see that exact same message repeated more than a couple of times. While it wasn't what he had expected Namgyu can’t say he’s too upset at the reality as he debates on responding back. Thanos and his relationship is what you would call. . . friends with benefits? Although he can’t really remember the last time they’ve hung out without hooking up. Something murky emerges in his stomach as he questions if they could even be called friends. Not that he cares, he likes having sex with Thanos, he doesn’t like to say it out loud because Thanos’ ego is already too inflated as is, but he. . . definitely knows what he’s doing. However Namgyu much prefers friends with benefits than what Thanos likes to call it. A booty call. You know you’re my favorite booty call, boy, he hears in Thanos’ voice and Namgyu even rolls his eyes at the memory. Fuck him! Namgyu thinks, yeah. . . fuck him, Namgyu thinks again as he realizes that maybe it can go both ways. Namgyu’s in it to get dicked down, Thanos is his booty call, how about that!
Anyways he has a decision to make. He can not be up right now or be up. It’s not as if he has work later tonight and well considering what today is, why not try to do something he knows he enjoys. So with clearly a ton of thought and deliberation Namgyu sends a very eloquent response back.
Yeah
Before Namgyu has the chance to put his phone to sleep he feels the phone vibrate in his hands and sees that Thanos has replied back. Quickly too. The corners of his mouth turn up at the thought of Thanos waiting for him to reply.
20 minutes 😈
Corny piece of shit, Namgyu thinks even if the way his stomach flutters in anticipation says another story.
The thought of just staying in his towel is tempting and he’s pretty sure Thanos would be into it. Taking him right on the spot. Yeah. . . very tempting, he thinks as his blood begins to rush south at the scenario he’s thought up, but Namgyu decides to have some decorum and gets dressed anyway. And by decorum he means a loose fitting shirt and a pair of sweatpants with no underwear, real classy stuff.
Thanos marks his arrival in the way he goes about everything, loud and unapologetic. He bangs his fist against Namgyu’s door so loudly that it reverberates throughout his and probably his neighbors apartment at ass o'clock in the morning. His neighbors are pieces of shit though, so Namgyu doesn’t feel any pity for them. Fuck those guys, Namgyu thinks as takes his time as Thanos pounds at his door.
“Open the fuck up, my boy!” Thanos shouts in English from the other side. The door rattles as Thanos continues to knock on it and now Namgyu’s getting a bit annoyed. He’s not made of fucking money, he can’t afford to get that shit fixed. Namgyu unlocked the door and swung it open.
“Trying to fucking knock my door down, man,” Namgyu complains to an unbothered Thanos, who is all eased shoulders and lazy smiles. Making it very hard for Namgyu to stay mad at the dickhead.
“Took you long enough,” Thanos replies as he allows himself into Namgyu’s apartment.
Namgyu lets out a scoff as he shuts his door. A scoff that does a pretty good job at stopping a grin from growing on his face. Thanos turns to face Namgyu, blocking him from seeing his back and seeing as he clearly has one arm hiding something behind him, Namgyu can’t help but be intrigued. Is it some new pills? Weed? After the night he had, he’d even take a pack of cigs.
“Gotcha something,” Thanos tells him.
For him? The grin he was fighting off earlier was impossible to stop now. Whatever it is, it has to be good, Ecstasy? Ketamine? Namgyu bites his bottom lip as he mentally lists off what it could possibly be. Before Namgyu can ask what it is Thanos shoves it into Namgyu's chest and sniffs his nose.
“Here you go,” he says and with that Namgyu looks down to see what he’s currently holding.
Inside the clear plastic container holds a cupcake. Huh? Namgyu thinks. Is this some sort of joke? Namgyu furrows his brows in confusion and when he looks back up at Thanos he sees him holding a candle.
“Happy Birthday, Namsu,” he says.
A chuckle forces its way out of Namgyu’s mouth, trying to laugh it off. . . because he doesn’t care about birthdays, he’s not some stupid ass kid, but hearing those words, even if that fucker got his name wrong again, it’s just that he said it so easily. It was so easy. So why couldn’t anyone have said it sooner, what is it about him that made it so impossible for so many years. He’s not some pussy who would cry over his birthday, those tears dried up when he was still in the single digits, but finally hearing it after all this time. . . it fills his lungs with a warm haze like when you take your first hit. The kind of hit that spreads from your lungs to your veins and completely takes over you.
He clears his throat as he rubs his thumbs over the smooth plastic.
“Namgyu,” he corrects, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
“Namgyu Namsu, Namsu Namgyu,” Thanos waves off.
“Thanks,” Namgyu says politely. Thanos tilts his head to the side as he looks proudly at Namgyu, probably more so pleased with himself than anything to do with Namgyu, but it’s a nice look on him either way. Thanos then leans into Namgyu’s space casually.
“C’mon, open it up,” Thanos tells him.
Namgyu should put up more of a fight at being told what to do, but he doesn’t want to. He walks over to the counter and when he’s peeling off the sticker he recognizes the logo as being the same one as the convenience store that’s down the street from his apartment. He wants to chide Thanos about how last minute this was, but not be lame, it’s just he. . . whatever. What do people always yammer on about, appreciating the thought, that lame shit. It’s bullshit, but well a broken clock is right twice a day, and he does appreciate it. Appreciates it to depths he fears to dive into.
Once open Thanos inserts the candle and pulls out a lighter from his pocket, when a question arises for Namgyu.
“How’d you know today was my birthday?” he asks Thanos.
“You told me, remember,” he says before using his index finger to press into the middle of Namgyu’s forehead. Namgyu does remember, but it’s Thanos, he doesn’t remember shit.
“You were actually listening,” Namgyu replies sarcastically, although a part of him does wonder if Thanos is actually tuning him out half the time.
“I listen to you sometimes, my boy,” he replies and well. . . at least he’s honest. Mad respect. “Make a wish,” he tells him as he finishes lighting up the candle. Namgyu rolls his eyes, finding it childish.
“Seriously,” he remarks.
“Free wish for me then,” he says crowding into Namgyu’s space to have the best candle blowing position.
“Fuck you, it’s my wish,” Namgyu says shoving Thanos away.
Thanos laughs and says, “Hurry up then.”
A wish, huh? Namgyu ponders, feeling kind of silly, he gave up on wishing a long time ago. Try wishing for something a little less expensive, his father’s gruff voice rings throughout his head. His family stopped celebrating his birthday when he was around eight or so, telling him he’s not some little boy anymore and to grow up already. Nothing he wished for ever came true, it’s all made up lies they tell children. Namgyu inhales before blowing out his candle, a wish unmade.
“What did you wish for?” Thanos asks.
“If I tell you it won’t come true,” Namgyu answers.
“You really believe that shit, Namgyu.”
Thanos is ridiculous. “You’re the one who told me to make a wish,” he reminds him.
The statement results in a shrug from the man with purple dyed hair.
What follows next is Thanos taking a step forward, crowding into Namgyu’s space once again, however Namgyu doesn’t seem to mind the lack of personal space this time. So he stays right where he is, welcomes the natural heat Thanos seems to naturally exude out.
“Any other requests, birthday boy?” Thanos asks with an arrogant grin.
The kind of grin that leaves Namgyu wanting to kiss it off, preferably by nipping his teeth onto Thanos’ bottom lip. Which leads him back to Thanos’ question. There has been one thing he’s been wanting to do for awhile. Has jerked off quite a few times at the thought of it.
Thanos takes in Namgyu’s reddening face, his thoughts clearly in the gutter, and really wants to know every dirty detail crossing Namgyu’s mind right now. He closes the distance even more and puts his hands on Namgyu’s waist. Namgyu turns his head away wanting to act shy all of a sudden. They’ve literally fucked in this kitchen before.
“Something super kinky huh? Roleplay?” he says, asking the last part in English. “I’m the teacher obviously and you’re my naughty student,” he throws out there and the way Namgyu nose scrunches before he laughs is truly a sight perfectly crafted for him. Namgyu shakes his head no, his silky black hair moving side to side with the head motion.
“No, man, nothing like that,” Namgyu answers. It’s nothing too kinky actually, it’s just he’s not sure if someone with the size of Thanos’ ginormous ego would agree to it. “I. . .” he starts to say, trying to think of the best way to say it, but there is no best way to say it, so he figures he should stop beating around the bush. He clears his throat, ready to try it again. “I want to cum on your face,” he finally says.
“That’s it?”
“Yeah, that’s it. I want you to blow me and I want to cum on your face,” he says frankly.
Thanos laughs, not in a mocking way, because of all the kinky things one could ask for that was it? It was kind of endearing of his longer haired friend to be worked up over something so tame.
A part of him wants to say no to see how Namgyu will react, he really has the best facial reactions. Like if Namgyu ever wants to quit working at the club, he should take some acting lessons, he acts fake as fuck during his job anyways, he’ll be a fucking natural. However, since it’s his boy’s birthday he won’t do that to him this time, he’ll play nice.
“Okay,” he agrees.
“Really?” Namgyu asks and the excited look on face more than makes up for the lack of seeing how he would have looked if Thanos said no. So worth it.
“I don’t do that shit for anyone,” Thanos tells him and Namgyu had a feeling, because there’s a lot you can say about Thanos but lacking pride is definitely not one of them. “But since it’s my favorite booty call’s special day,” he goes on to say and Namgyu is groaning before he can even finish the sentence. Thanos laughs, always loving how Namgyu reacts to being called a booty call. He really does mean it though, he definitely is his favorite one, they’re pretty much on the same wavelength when it comes to rolling around in or out of the sheets.
“Get on your knees,” Namgyu says snappishly, but clearly not annoyed enough to not want Thanos to suck his dick.
Surprisingly enough Thanos listens and Namgyu’s dick can’t help but harden at the sight. Usually Thanos is the one taking charge in these situations and Namgyu has never minded following, enjoys not having to think and let someone else control things, he really fucking likes it, has seen stars when he’s cum, but being on the other side things is pretty fucking hot too. Having Thanos on his knees looking up at him makes his shitty fucking day a thousand times better, he’d do it everyday if this is what he comes home too. It’s not as if Thanos hasn’t given him blow jobs in the past, he has, but maybe knowing what’s to come has Namgyu more excited than usual.
“You can do it, my boy,” Namgyu tells him, echoing the words Thanos has so often thrown his way. The smile on his face shows how much he revels in being the one to say it to him this time.
It takes Thanos a moment, enthralled by the new side he’s seeing from his Namsu, that’s not to say he doesn’t like it. He just hopes the guy knows he’s doing this because it’s his birthday and that he shouldn’t get too comfortable bossing him around. Yet it is still his boy’s birthday, so he can take it on chin or more like his face this time.
Thanos pulls down Namgyu’s sweatpants and is welcomed to the sight Namgyu’s hard cock so desperate to be touched, desperate for his touch.
“No underwear? Kind of slutty,” Thanos comments and he says slutty with no judgment. He’s a bit of a slut himself, he loves them.
“Didn’t see the point,” Namgyu replies.
“Fair enough.”
Now onto the main attraction, he wraps his around the base of Namgyu’s dick, which makes the standing man’s breath hitch already. Thanos smirks at how reactive the other is. Thanos would never say he’s lacking in the dick sucking department, but in comparison to Namgyu, well honestly Namgyu’s kind of a throat GOAT. A small laugh escapes him wondering how Namgyu would react to being called that, he’d either try to kill him or be extremely turned on, both options are pretty sexy. Anyways back to Namgyu’s S tier level dick sucking skills, he might be a little bit better, and only a little bit better at it than Thanos is. Flashes of images pleasantly replay in Thanos’ mind, his hand Namgyu’s pretty hair, Namgyu’s warm mouth surrounding his cock, Namgyu letting him throat fuck him and swallowing. Fuck, Thanos thinks as his own dick begs to experience it once again.
Namgyu gets a tight grip on Thanos' hair and pulls at it unsubtly reminding Thanos of his task.
Oh right Thanos’ point. Namgyu might be a smidge better at him in this department, but Namgyu’s so easy to read. So easy and nice only for him, it’s an easy gap to cross in the grand scheme of things.
Namgyu looks down at him and he has to wonder if Thanos is doing this on purpose. Taunting him. He prepares to tell him to hurry it up, but as if reading his mind Thanos finally does something. A noise gets caught in his throat as his dick finally is met with the warmth of Thanos' mouth. The feel of his tongue licking his head as Thanos pulls back. He needed this. It feels so good that he’s tempted to not bite back the moans threatening to leave his mouth. As Thanos bobs his head engulfing Namgyu’s cock in the heaven that is his mouth and using his hand to make up for the rest, Namgyu wonders what Thanos would sound like if Namgyu forced his head down further, fucked up into his mouth like his body so badly wants to. What choked up sounds would that deep voice make. A broken up moan escapes him at the thought. Thanos looks up at him his mouth full with Namgyu’s dick and he’s so fucking tempted to try it, would his eyes get glassy if he did it, would he tear up. Namgyu would bet he cries oh so prettily.
Thanos moans and the feeling of it reverberating around Namgyu’s cock and it makes Namgyu throw his head back with how good it feels. He feels so fucking good and Thanos is being so good. It makes it hard to think clearly, or at all, so his clouded mind thinks maybe he should try only a little bit.
He readjusts his grip into the purple hair and tugs Thanos a bit further and the head of cock his Thanos’ throat and Namgyu’s vision almost goes out with how good it feels. The way Thanos briefly sputters around it and it’s better than any noise Namgyu could ever conjure up. Namgyu loosens his hold and Thanos pulls back completely much to Namgyu’s dismay.
“Sorry,” Namgyu pants and Thanos doesn’t look like he believes Namgyu is all that apologetic about it.
“Warning next time, bro,” Thanos says and Namgyu quickly nods in response.
Thanos didn’t cry as Namgyu’s mind had thought, hadn’t done it long enough to, but his eyes are glassy. So pretty and shiny, like a doll.
“You wanna fuck my throat?” he asks while placing feather light kisses up Namgyu’s cock.
Namgyu eagerly nods. He wants to do everything with Thanos. A realization that’s almost sobering given the scenario, but it’s the fucking truth. Anything Thanos wants to do he wants to be by his side, He wants to fuck him and be fucked by him, he wants to cook dinner with him, he would help Thanos kills someone if he asked, he'll hold his hand, he’d help him shoot up heroin, he’d take care of him when he got sick, he wants all of it, all of him. Anytime. Anywhere.
“Another time, birthday boy,” he tells him and Namgyu can live with that. Preens at the thought that Thanos has no plans of stopping this with him.
It doesn’t take Thanos very long at all to get back to the pace he was going before Namgyu’s experimentation and it doesn’t take Namgyu very long to be overtaken by how perfect Thanos’ mouth feels.
Any semblance of control Namgyu had earlier is gone as wanton moans and whine come out of him. Too lost in pleasure to care anymore.
“Thanos,” Namyu moans brokenly. “So good,” he says and Thanos loves it, loves the praise. Shines under it and sends Namgyu into another orbit with how good he’s doing.
He feels himself quickly hurdling towards the edge, he’s about to cum.
“I’m gonna cum,” he tells Thanos, on the precipice of making his deepest fantasy a reality. Tries desperately to not cum right now to make it happen.
“Oh yeah?” Thanos asks as he pulls his mouth off of Namgyu’s cock and a string of his saliva is still connected to it. Sending Namgyu further to the edge.
“Yeah,” he says dumbly, Thanos could have been saying anything right now and he would agree.
“Didn’t you say you wanna cum on my face? C’mon then,” Thanos tells him as he sits on his knees.
“I am,” Namgyu says far from caring about how easily Thanos took back the reigns again, is super fucking into it actually as he jerks himself, him mind endless repeating I am, I am, I am, as he looks down at Thanos face presented so perfectly for him.
It takes everything in Namgyu not to close his eyes as he cums and fuck he cums so fucking hard. The voice echoing throughout the room sounding so unfamiliar to him for how far gone it sounds. But he wants to, no he needs to see every fucking second of it. The way his cum and spurts out and lands on Thanos’ perfect face. Marking him as his. White splotches decorating his face like stars in the sky. He’s not sure if he cums again or is still cumming, but either way it makes his toes curl as continues to unload onto the rapper.
By the time Namgyu’s finished he’s gasping for breath as he’s unable to look anywhere else but Thanos’ cum stained face. It’s fucking better than he ever imagined. He wished he hadn’t left his phone on the couch, he’d take a picture of this if he could. Keep it as keepsake on those lonely nights when Thanos is too far away at a performance to get him off.
“You should see yourself right now,” Thanos tells him, but with how wide his pupils are he must like however Namgyu is looking right now. “You’re really into this aren’t you?”
Namgyu nods and Thanos begins to wipe off his face feeling like Namgyu’s gotten to look long enough. “Wait,” Namgyu is quick to say and Thanos laughs at Namgyu’s urgency to stop him.
“Freak,” Thanos says, but that’s his favorite part of Namgyu.
He’s not as young as he used to be so he stands up, glad to be off his knees and Namgyu’s glad for it too, gets to see his work face to face. Namgyu wipes a splotch of cum that’s landed on Thanos’ cheek with his thumb and presents it in front of Thanos’ mouth. Obvious in what he wants the rapper to do.
“You’re pushing your luck, birthday boy,” he says before guiding Namgyu’s thumb into his mouth anyways and licking it clean. Leaving Namgyu wondering if he’s reached a new peak in how turned on he is.
Before Namgyu can attempt to do it again, Thanos crashes his mouth against Namgyu’s own, which Namgyu has no complaints about. When the clock had struck midnight at work he’d been prepared for another shitty day, so routine that the fact that today marked another year he managed to not die to go by unnoticed again. Yet Thanos managed to finally make it something for once, in the way he always manages to make Namgyu feel like something, like someone that actually fucking exists. Alive and not some forgotten being in a fucked up simulation.
He wouldn’t know how to put those into words out loud. Besides the reason their relationship works is because they avoid the mushy bullshit, but he is thankful for it, so he shows it in a way they’re both familiar with and he kisses Thanos back just as hungrily and with so many words left unsaid, but so fucking happy too.
Not a bad birthday after all.