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Thanos presses his palms into his face, grumbling softly as Myung-gi coaxes his thighs open.
“Are you sure you want to?” Myung-gi rubs along the softer flesh of Thanos’ thigh, his caring concern evident. Today had been especially rough for Thanos, with dysphoria plaguing him. Even so, he was the one who suggested having sex with the other, insisting on topping, and the idea didn’t seem so bad up until Thanos’ noticeable discomfort.
“I just want you to touch me. No fingering.” That last word was harsh, with Thanos’ grimacing at the thought. “I’ve felt bad today, I think seeing my strap in you would make me feel better.”
Myung-gi hums, drawing his lip to the side. “Okay—Just stop me if you need to.” A genial smile adorns his lips, his hand trailing to Thanos’ hip as he leans forward.
Pressing his lips to Thanos’, Myung-gi moans as Thanos forces his tongue into his mouth. It seems that he’s going to be aggressive today. Thanos weaves a hand into Myung-gi’s hair, gripping tight enough to elicit another groan. Then Myung-gi’s fingers travel up to dip between their tongues, collecting the fluid that they lapped on before pulling back.
Myung-gi presses his digits against Thanos’ clit, pinning it between his index and middle before stroking around the growth. He wasn’t fully erect yet, but he was getting there, and it seemed that Myung-gi’s affection was helping.
Thanos was sizable, large enough that Myung-gi was able to stroke him off a bit, earning a low noise. If anything, Myung-gi found it deeply attractive, especially considering that the extra growth made Thanos extra sensitive. He loved getting his boyfriend off, particularly with his mouth, though it was occupied for now. The sounds that would spew from Thanos while Myung-gi sucked him off enamored him, and typically he was louder when being fingered—that’s not in the plans tonight though.
As Myung-gi ran his finger along the underside of Thanos’ clit, Thanos sucked air in sharply, pulling back. He repeats the action and Thanos huffs a moan, his other hand holding onto Myung-gi’s shoulder.
“Can I suck you off?” Myung-gi’s language is intentional, careful, to address Thanos as if he had a dick.
Upon Thanos’ nod, Myung-gi shifts, settling back to lay down with his head between Thanos’ thighs. Resting a hand back into Myung-gi’s hair, Thanos sighs, placing his free palm behind his head and shutting his eyes—not to look away from Myung-gi, merely to look away from his cunt.
Myung-gi experiments with a lap of his tongue, earning a twitch, before clasping his plump lips around Thanos’ clit. Myung-gi could already feel Thanos’ wetness press against his chin as he forced himself down fully, suckling. The air around was warm and moist, though Myung-gi found it arousing.
Thanos groans as Myung-gi flicks his tongue along his growth, grinding up against the other’s face, his pubes tickling Myung-gi’s nose. Myung-gi circles his tongue along the underside in the way Thanos liked before breaking away, taking a moment to kiss Thanos’ thigh before nipping the soft skin. This stirs another sound from Thanos, only now louder, and he shudders.
“Harder.” Thanos demands, and Myung-gi follows through.
Sinking his teeth in, Myung-gi glides against the flesh, his rounded canines barely grazing Thanos. It’s still enough for a sharp, obscenely loud moan to come from him. The skin was already an irritated red hue, though Myung-gi knew that Thanos would complain if he stopped. So, he bites down again, this time harder, and Thanos can't help but shoot his eyes wide.
Shuffling up, Myung-gi presses a kiss along Thanos’ scarred thigh, carefully tender and loving. That simple act forced a smile on Thanos’ face, something so intimate, more than just sex, but showing true affection, that Myung-gi accepted him as he was.
Thanos sits up, now watching as Myung-gi laps his tongue from his inner-thigh back to his clit. Myung-gi locks eyes with Thanos, his tongue palpating generously along that sensitive spot, causing Thanos to sputter out breathy whines.
Thanos grabs a fistful of hair and forces Myung-gi down while thrusting against his lips. Myung-gi accepts this, bobbing his head along what length Thanos had.
“Fuck… Yes! Take it, take it!” Thanos exclaims, his excitement drowning out that lingering sense of discomfort. A grin forms on his mouth, his eyes shutting in an overwhelming euphoria. Harsh breaths puff up Thanos’ chest as he ruts into Myung-gi’s mouth.
Myung-gi switches back to flicking his tongue at a fast pace, causing Thanos to sharply gasp, his body twitching. Part of him wanted to get himself off too, a selfish desire he ended up giving into. A hand slithers down below his briefs, collecting the slick fluid that wept from his cunt and bringing it to his clit before rubbing in circles. The stimulation served him well, too well in fact. He pulls back, moaning while resting his cheek against Thanos’ thigh. Fluttering his eyes open, Myung-gi catches sight of Thanos, his breath heavy and cheeks flushed.
Running a hand along Myung-gi’s hair, Thanos chuckles. “Baby… You ready for me to fuck you?” This earns a fervent nod from Myung-gi, a hushed whimper spilling from his throat.
Thanos sits up, tugging at Myung-gi’s hair to nonverbally encourage him to come closer. As he does, Thanos presses a quick kiss against his lips before dipping his tongue into the other’s mouth. He tastes himself lingering on Myung-gi’s tongue, only slightly, though still enough to get a hint of his flavor. A soft whine drags from Myung-gi through the kiss, and Thanos matches him with a similar sound.
Drawing back almost hurts Thanos, though he needed to get his strap out to even begin. So, reaching into the drawer in the bedside table, he retrieved everything he needed. The harness, the toy, and, of course, a bullet vibrator. There was a small pocket between the back side of the strap designed to hold the vibrator in place, all to stimulate the wearer—and Thanos needed to cum after all of this.
Quickly, Thanos slides into the harness, preparing it before beckoning Myung-gi on. A genial grin contorts Myung-gi’s lips as he shuffles closer, just close enough to hover over the toy. He leans down, lightly suckling on it before taking the tip into his mouth and spreading the saliva he collected.
Once there was enough, Myung-gi pumps the spit along the entire length of the toy, lubricating it. As he pulls his hand back, he grimaces at the moist feeling, though wipes the spit off on his thigh. It’ll dry soon enough.
Myung-gi moves to mount Thanos quickly, lining up the toy with his near dripping cunt and looming over Thanos, pressing his hands down on the other’s shoulders. Thanos doesn’t pay any mind to this though, instead grabbing the length and rubbing the tip between Myung-gi’s slit. He drags it up to Myung-gi’s clit, teasing it by frotting it along the underside.
“Don’t tease.” Demanded Myung-gi, causing Thanos to snicker.
“C’monnn baby. I deserve some fun, don’t I?” Teasing was Thanos’ forte, especially during sex, so Myung-gi had expected this.
Without warning, Myung-gi lines himself back up and eases himself down, releasing a breathy moan as he does. Oh god, how good does it feel to be filled, and by Thanos no less.
It wasn’t often that Myung-gi was the one to bottom, considering how Thanos typically didn’t struggle with bottom dysphoria, but he forgot how good it could feel. Myung-gi did struggle with a bit of bottom dysphoria, though not enough to inhibit him. As long as it was with Thanos, it was acceptable.
Once Myung-gi reaches Thanos’ hilt, he sighs, jolting as Thanos rests a cold hand on his side. “Relax, I gotchu.” Thanos coos softly, his eyes fixated on Myung-gi’s features. Despite what Myung-gi thought, Thanos viewed the other as so handsome. Even his more feminine features retained a masculine aspect to them, something that Thanos felt the need to remind Myung-gi of often. He was pretty, in a boyish way.
Thanos’ hands run up and down, coaxing Myung-gi into a lax state and causing him to smile warmly. Reaching down, Myung-gi feels between the harness to turn on the vibrator, up to the highest setting. It’s still enough to cause Thanos to shudder, a raspy gasp coming from him. His eyes even blew wide in a way that Myung-gi adored.
Writhing around, Thanos huffs, and Myung-gi giggles. “So sensitive~” He croons, his light voice now low.
“Hh—Oh my god, just get yourself off.” Thanos mutters, his brows furrowing.
So, Myung-gi lifts himself up before pressing back down again, the vibrator pressing back against Thanos’ clit and earning a moan. Even with how gentle Myung-gi was, each thrust forced the vibrator to rut back against Thanos.
Up and down.
All it took was those motions to get the pair off. Myung-gi moves back, holding his palms against Thanos’ knees for support as he begins to bounce in grander strides, a slick sound emanating from his cunt. Thanos digs his digits into Myung-gi roughly, forcing his breath to strike into a groan. All the while, Thanos’ eyes were fixed on how the toy disappeared into Myung-gi. It was realistic, with faux veins that had blue peaking through and pinkish blushing along the tip, only helping alleviate Thanos’ dysphoria.
The sensation of the vibrator grinding against Thanos along with the sight of Myung-gi taking him was enough to give a sense. It was faint, though almost like he could actually feel himself inside of Myung-gi. He loved it, everything about it. Fluttering his lashes, Thanos could feel slight tears pricking in his eyes, the liquid wetting his eyelashes. Even if he wanted to, Thanos couldn’t drag his eyes away, and he ignored the urge to lull his head back.
Myung-gi was observing Thanos between ruts, soaking in the sight of his countenance. He was flushed, similar to Myung-gi, along with having a slacked jaw and those watery eyes. That last part concerned Myung-gi.
Slowing his thrusts, Myung-gi leans forward, hovering over Thanos and cupping his face. “Too much?” He questions, coming to a halt.
“No.” Thanos shakes his head, sniffling lightly. “Feels good.”
Myung-gi accepts that, his exhale being interrupted as Thanos ruts up. A sharp, shrill gasp racks his body, with a moan following as Thanos repeats it. “Su-bong…”
Resting back into his previous position, Myung-gi angles himself up, allowing for Thanos to fuck up into him. Fluid seeped from Myung-gi’s cunt, thick and white and coating both the toy and the base of the harness. This was common for Myung-gi, though it always surprised Thanos—not that he hated it.
“Fuck—” Thanos’ words are interrupted by a sharp gasp, his body quivering as the vibrator hits an especially sensitive spot. Again, Myung-gi takes over with the fucking as Thanos settles into writhing and humping up against it, his eyes finally shutting.
A strained moan spills from Thanos. “Holy shit, I love you!” He quickly yelps, his chipped nails now digging into Myung-gi’s thighs.
An airy whimper comes from Myung-gi at that, his torso craning forward. “I… love you too…” Through breaths, Myung-gi declares, his body twitching as he hits that right spot.
That angle shows a slight bump in Myung-gi’s lower abdomen, the sight making him ache even more. Just knowing that he was filled as much as he could take turned him on. The stretch alone told him that, with his walls straining in an erotically enjoyable way. His hand slithers to his clit, and he rubs in harsh circles.
“I’m so close.” Myung-gi breathes out, and Thanos responds by sitting up, holding onto Myung-gi’s waist, and forcing him onto his back. This causes him to gasp, both from surprise and pleasure.
Thanos is quick to lean over Myung-gi, his hips thrusting quickly, unrelenting in his pace. Oh, how good that felt for the pair. Myung-gi’s hand returns to his clit, now pinning it between his fingers and stroking fast enough that he shudders. Before Myung-gi knows it, he’s cumming, with Thanos following close behind. With spasms, Thanos continues to thrust, all to get through his orgasm as long as possible. The way Thanos fucked into Myung-gi forced him to moan, his body shaking as he hits the brink of overstimulation.
As they come to a stop, Thanos pulls out, turns off the vibrator, and settles on top of Myung-gi, his heaving chest weighing down the other. Myung-gi’s breath is full of slight moans, his cunt twitching and clenching around nothing as a reflex to his orgasm, though it dies down after a moment.
“Was… Was that good?” Thanos mutters, feeling Myung-gi’s hand weave into his hair.
“Perfect.” Myung-gi purrs, gently petting and stroking through the purple tufts.
They sit there silently, simply enjoying each other’s presence and basking in the warmth that they radiated. Then Thanos sits up, slowly stripping himself of the harness and flopping back onto the mattress. Only now does he realize how sweaty he was, though he is too worn to care. Myung-gi felt similar.
Crawling toward Thanos, Myung-gi rests against his chest, his breathing relaxing into its usual pace. “Fuck, I’m tired.” He comments through a chuckle, his eyes shutting.
Thanos hums in agreement, remaining silent for a beat. “Thank you… For doing that for me.” Finally speaking, he brings his hand up to run along the other’s shoulder, his index finger tracing over Myung-gi’s back. That skin was littered in beautiful moles and freckles, though it was smooth and clear beyond that. Part of Thanos envied it, given how he has a few acne scars on his back, but how could he hate Myung-gi for it? How could he hate Myung-gi for anything anymore?
Breathing in deep, Myung-gi melts against Thanos more, feeling himself drift off… Thanos follows suit, opting to just enjoy the moment. They’d clean up in the morning.