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The third game was brutal. They called it ‘Mingle’, and Thanos hated every second of it. To be quite frank here, he would’ve been tripping balls if he took a pill before participating. The spinning platform made him nauseous, forcing him to cling onto his buddy Nam-gyu whenever he felt like falling.
He stuck with his usual group, but kept an eye out for Dae-ho subconsciously. The frantic running around and screaming made him pretty goddamn nervous, but maybe that was actually just a natural reaction on his part.
In the end, he was left down one member from his little group. It wasn’t a huge loss, considering the guy was a total suck up to him. He was just relieved that the ones he actually gave a shit about made it out of there alive.
Which now brought them to the aftermath. Thanos was lying on his bed, fidgeting with his necklace as his ears honed in on a conversation between player 457 and 001. Something about the lights going out tomorrow? People fighting each other like rabid animals? Damn… if there’s gonna be a bloodbath approaching, he should probably at least mentally prepare for that, right? He would ask a few questions about it, if he wasn’t being such a pussy at the moment.
As everyone formed a line to grab their dinner for the night, Su-bong slouched his shoulders and dragged his feet, gripping the food wrapped in tinfoil with his right hand as he headed back to his bunk. The minute he plopped down, Nam-gyu lowers his head down from the top bunk, smiling at him. “Heeeyyyy… that shit was crazy, right?? We all nearly bit the dust!”
Su-bong made a noise of acknowledgement, sprawling out onto the bed with a huff, his hair sticking up in all directions. “Hell yeah that was crazy. I thought for sure I was gonna get pushed or knocked right off.”
There was a moment of silence, before he let out a shaky exhale, his fingers still toying with the cross necklace. “…God, this is so much harder to deal with sober. I don’t like it…”
His friend gave him a weird look, tilting his head slightly as his gaze narrowed. “Uh… sober? You’re going cold turkey or something??” Nam-gyu grinned, hopping off the bunk and landing on his feet with a thud. “That doesn’t sound like you at all, man.”
Su-bong made another noise of acknowledgement, a bitter sounding chuckle escaping his lips. “Yeah, you’re tellin’ me. But I kinda-… well… I kinda promised someone that I’d at least try to cut back on the drug usage. At least until we’re out of here.”
He paused to let out a shaky exhale, burying his face into his hands. “…and I’m already regretting it, lemme tell you-“
“Pfft, why bother? It’s just a few pills. Are you at least still gonna let me have some? I didn’t promise anyone shit.” Nam-gyu cackled, taking a step forward before unceremoniously flopping down onto the other man’s bed. Wouldn’t be the first time, of course.
Su-bong lifted his head out of his hands, giving his friend a light-hearted glare. “Yeah, yeah, of course I still wanna share with you, you idiot. I don’t give a damn, you can take whatever.”
He shifted over a little so they’d have enough room to sit together, picking at his tinfoil dinner while he spoke. “It’s just I… I dunno, I just feel like I should at least try to cut down for once, y’know? Not good for my body ‘n everything….”
Nam-gyu whistled lowly, a mischievous smirk settling on his face. “Wowww… are those anti-drug commercials finally getting to you or something? Or did you suddenly grow soft?”
The rapper scoffed and shoved him lightly, a hint of annoyance in his expression as he rolled his eyes. “God no, they’re not gettin’ to me, I’m not that weak-minded,” he said, before pausing to let out a shaky exhale, his gaze shifting downward.
“…And I haven’t gone soft , jackass. I just... I dunno… I made a damn promise, and I’m gonna keep it.”
Nam-gyu studied his expression for a long moment, taking in every detail. But Thanos doubted that he’d get anywhere with that drugged up brain of his. “God, you’re acting weird today….” Is what he eventually said, shaking his head in slight disapproval before eyeing the utensil in Su-bong’s hand. “…Woah, they’re finally giving us metal forks now?”
Su-bong made a noise of surprise, glancing down at the utensil in his hand. “Huh… damn, can’t believe I’ve only just noticed…..” He muttered before turning back to his friend with a smirk.
“Oh man, if only I thought about this earlier, I could’ve tried making a whole makeshift shiv or something… this metal’s probably pretty shitty, but it’s better than plastic.”
“Who the hell would die to a fork??” Nam-gyu scoffed, rolling his eyes before his attention is turned to the figure approaching their bunk.
Dae-ho strolled over to the two men, not bothering to hesitate for a moment before throwing himself down on the bed next to Su-bong as Nam-gyu squawked loudly after practically being pushed off the mattress.
“We got forks tonight.” He said, his tone slightly excited yet also a bit worried.
The sight of Dae-ho settled comfortably beside him made the rapper’s heart skip a beat, and he felt his stomach twist into nervous knots. He was just a little too close right now… but it was still nice all the same.
“Y-yeah, looks like we did.” He answered, his voice a little shaky. “I was just tellin’ Nam-gyu about it-“
“Hey wait a minute! Since when the hell did you start casually talking to this guy??” His friend cut him off abruptly, shooting a glare at the man in question after staggering to his feet.
Dae-ho seemed completely unbothered by his question and the look he was being given. He instead responded gleefully with a cheerful, slightly cocky tone. “I’ve been talking to him for awhile now, what do you care?”
Nam-gyu let out a scoff, his expression turning to one of disbelief. “For awhile now?? Bullshit! When did that start happening?” He paused, glancing back and forth between Su-bong and Dae-ho with a look of confusion. “…did I miss somethin’?”
The rapper’s expression faltered, and he silently cursed. That question was aimed at him, wasn’t it? He swallowed hard before finally speaking up, trying to sound casual enough.
“It…”
He paused, glancing at Dae-ho out of the corner of his eye
“….it’s been going on since last night…?” He mumbled, rubbing the nape of his neck nervously.
Nam-gyu’s face went slack for a moment, and his jaw hung open in disbelief. His gaze shifted from Su-bong, over to Dae-ho, and then back to Su-bong.
“Last night?” He nearly exclaimed incredulously. “Last night, and you didn’t think to tell me about it??”
Su-bong winced at the volume of his friend’s voice, and he rubbed his temple idly, wincing again. “Would you keep it down, you’re gonna make my head hurt, goddamnit…” He muttered under his breath, avoiding eye contact with the other man. “And I dunno, it’s… it’s not exactly significant, y’know? We just got to talking a little more, that’s all. Plus, it’s nice to have more allies.”
“Yeah, but he’s a chump! A goody two-shoes! Look at him!” Nam-gyu points a finger directly at Dae-ho’s face, nearly poking him in the nose.
Dae-ho’s eyes narrowed. He reached up to knock the finger away, frowning slightly at the accusation. “Hey, don’t say that.” He defended himself, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “I’ve got my own skills, I can protect myself.”
“What skills? Being a ‘helpful teammate’ or whatever?” Nam-gyu snorted, a condescending sneer appearing on his face. “What ‘skills’ do you possibly have that makes you worth protecting, huh? What can you do?” He said, his tone mocking.
“Hey, tone it down.” Su-bong warned, giving the man’s shoulder a slightly harsh shove. “He can do a lot of shit you can’t do, so maybe don’t keep poking the tiger, yeah?”
Nam-gyu grumbled loudly, folding his arms with a huff. “…I still don’t get it. I mean, seriously- you’ve only talked to him a handful of times , how in the hell do you trust him so much already?”
“Don’t question my life choices, bro. Go bother Se-mi or something.” Su-bong starts to wave a dismissive hand at him, shooing his friend away quickly.
“Hah! Right, what a good life choice, getting all nice and friendly with a dumbass do-gooder-“
Dae-ho’s face fell almost immediately, and he bristled with irritation at the insult. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, when Su-bong suddenly leaned forward and grasped Nam-gyu by the shoulder, his grip tight, almost forceful, even.
“Hey, listen , I said, quit it with the insults. You’re pissing me off.” He said lowly. “And you know what happens when people piss me off, Nam-gyu.”
His friend went still, an unsettling wave of goosebumps prickling at his skin, and he lowered his head slightly, averting his gaze.
“Alright, alright… sorry…” Nam-gyu muttered, shifting around in his seat uneasily. “…it’s just, y’know… I mean, I didn’t think you’d ever try to be friends with this dude, it’s a bit weird, right?”
“It’s not that weird.” Su-bong responds with a roll of his eyes, and his grip on the other man’s shoulder relaxes slightly. “I’m just expanding my alliances, okay? And I don’t wanna hear anymore bullshit coming out of your mouth about it, got it?”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” Nam-gyu finally gives in, waving a dismissive hand. “God, you get so damn pissy when you’re sober….” He leaned in to ruffle Su-bong’s hair, a smirk appearing on his face. “You really need to do something about these anger management issues, man.”
Dae-ho let out a nervous laugh, reaching out to brush the man’s hand away from Su-bong’s hair unexpectedly. “Perhaps he does, hehe. Anywho, I don’t wanna make enemies. So how about you just take his advice and go chat it up with someone else, hm?”
Nam-gyu let out a scoff, giving them both an unamused look. “Yeah, okay, I get it. You want me gone. I’ll go find Se-mi or whatever… I think the lights are about to go off, anyway…”
He shoved off the bed and slid down to the floor, his shoes making a loud thump when he landed. He shot one last look at the two other men, and then began to walk away, grumbling curses under his breath.
“Man, that guy is going to give me an aneurysm someday…” Su-bong muttered, shaking his head before turning his attention to Dae-ho. “Sorry about that, he’s usually not that bad, I swear.”
“It’s alright, I’m not bothered by him.” Dae-ho assured him, a gentle, half smile on his face. “He didn’t say anything I haven’t heard before.”
He tilted his head, his eyes studying the rapper curiously. “You’re… kind of scary when you get angry, you know. You almost made him crap his pants back there.”
Su-bong paused, folding his arms with a sigh. “ I’m not that scary, am I?” He asked, his expression shifting to one of mild concern. “…you’re not nervous around me, are you?”
“Of course I’m not nervous...” Dae-ho answered, his tone almost offended that Su-bong even thought that. “If anything I’m a bit intimidated, but not in a bad way. That scary and badass attitude of yours actually… kinda fits you, you know?”
“….You think so…? I mean-“ Thanos paused, trying to sound casual again. “Yeah… I guess I just have a knack for intimidation, huh?”
Dae-ho quickly nodded with a small hum of agreement, repositioning himself so that he’s lying on his stomach, lazily planking while his eyes were trained on him.
“You definitely do.” He said, before quietly clearing his throat. “Just uhh… just don’t turn you’re scary tendencies on me, alright? I’d rather not get yelled at or beat.”
“Hah, alright, I promise I won’t.” Su-bong responded lightly, a teasing grin playing on his lips. “Unless you do something to piss me off, of course. Then all bets are off.” He added jokingly, reaching out to pat his head. Almost naturally, his fingers slid down to gently scratch underneath Dae-ho’s chin.
Dae-ho made an unintentionally cute and soft sound as he leaned forward, nuzzling against the rapper’s hand while his back involuntarily arched slightly. “I won’t- I won’t…” his strained voice murmured.
A sense of surprise flickered through Thanos’s gaze for a brief moment, and his hand paused for a brief second. Dae-ho nuzzling against his hand like some kind of cat was a bit unexpected, but not at all unpleasant…
…and it sent that strange little twist in his gut once again. God… damn it…
Dae-ho’s eyes were half closed as he continued to nuzzle himself into Su-bong’s hand, making soft, pleased sounds as he did. He honestly looked more like some sort of needy animal more than a full-grown ass man.
“Fuuuck, that feels nice….” He slurred mindlessly, not even realizing he was speaking. “Can you just do that some more…. Please…? I’m behaving, see…“
Su-bong’s heart thumped loudly in his chest, and he swallowed hard, his mouth almost going dry.
“Yeah, of course I will…” He mumbled, trying to maintain his composure. He tried to keep his voice quiet as he began gently scratching the underside of Dae-ho’s chin once more, his fingers sliding lightly across his skin.
“You’re acting like a damn mutt again…”
Dae-ho whined helplessly, tilting his chin up slightly while making small, satisfied little noises. He looked so… vulnerable right now. “…Shut ittt… just keep going…” He mumbled back. “Feels good… your hands on my skin…”
Su-bong nearly choked on his own saliva, his face turning burning hot. “…You’re really enjoying this, huh…? You really are a mutt…” He muttered again, his fingers sliding from Dae-ho’s chin up to his jawline, his thumb brushing against the soft skin of his lips.
Dae-ho responded with a needy whimper, his tongue darting out for a second to almost instinctively lick Su-bong’s thumb. He then shamelessly opened his mouth a bit more, silently pleading for… something.
Su-bong’s brain completely shut down for a moment, all of his thoughts screeching to a halt. He stared at the man before him for a brief moment, his eyes wide, as another throb in his chest reminded him of the strange little flip-flop his stomach kept doing.
…ah, fuck. To hell with it.
Without hesitating any longer, he slowly slid his thumb down to Dae-ho’s tongue, his eyes watching intensely.
Dae-ho immediately closed his pink lips around it, his tongue swirling around it eagerly. His expression is so submissive and needy, practically demanding more. He let out a small moan at the taste, his eyes now fully closed, his eyelashes fluttering. To Thanos, it seemed like he was in his own little world.
To describe the sight as “hot” would be an understatement. It was something that was just downright sinful.
A shudder went up Su-bong’s spine, and he quickly tried to swallow the sudden dryness in his throat again, his head almost too light to think straight. He slowly pulled his thumb back and forth, his breath growing a little unsteady as he watched.
The taller man’s eyes seemed hazy, his half closed, his breath coming out in small pants against the digit. He looked completely blissed out, like a needy, desperate puppy being spoiled.
Su-bong’s mind was going a little hazy too, his thoughts starting to lose their usual focus.
His eyes drifted back up to Dae-ho’s face, watching his expression. The hazy look in his eyes, the needy whimpers, the pink flush on his cheeks…
He was definitely never going to be able to get that image out of his brain.
…he gently pulled his thumb out of Dae-ho’s mouth, wiping the excess saliva onto the man’s chin.
And yes, he was thankful that his bunk was in a more shadowy spot compared to the others.
There’s a second where Dae-ho almost looks like he’s going to protest the removal, like an upset puppy when it loses its favorite toy. He let out a small whine, his tongue still slightly sticking out.
When his brain finally seemed to kick back into place, his eyes slowly opened, his hazy thoughts suddenly clearing as he registered what just happened.
He quickly sat up, his face heating up furiously.
“O-Oh my GOD-“ he muttered, embarrassment and mortification quickly setting in.
At that point, a little more of Su-bong’s own thoughts came flooding back, and he quickly shifted a bit, making sure his growing… erection was less obvious.
“H-Heh, uhh…” He fumbled verbally, unsure of what to even say right now. “It- it’s fine, bro. We- We all get caught up in the moment sometimes, y’know?”
“W-We- We shouldn’t have-“ Dae-ho started to stammered, looking away from the man for a second to regain his composure. “Dammit….” He then glanced back, his eyes going to Su-bong’s shifting again.
Without thinking, Dae-ho’s hand quickly reached out to rest itself on Su-bong’s thigh, his palm pressing against the fabric.
Su-bong jumped a little, a strangled noise bubbling up in his throat. Dae-ho’s hand on his thigh- and on his dick - wasn’t helping the situation at all.
“Hnn, what the fuck are you doi- OI!” The wind was nearly pushed out of his lungs as the taller man suddenly began to straddle himself on his lap, arms wrapping around his neck. “Wh- Whoa-!”
Dae-ho made a sound that was supposed to be a hum of acknowledgement, but his throat was too dry and it ended up as more of a low rumble.
He shuffled himself so that his legs were resting on either side of Su-bong’s own, now sitting pretty much on his lap now. He then leaned a bit closer, his own breath hitching.
“You said… we’re getting… cough … caught up… in the moment… right?” He asked, his voice low and slightly raspy.
“I- I did say that, yeah…” Thanos managed to stammer out as he shakily placed his hands on the other’s hip to hold him in place, his breath coming out in soft huffs.
“Why-”
He couldn’t even finish his question before the other’s hips suddenly rolled against his. And the most adorable sound came from him after, while Su-bong felt his eyes threatening to cross.
Dae-ho’s eyes went back to being half-lidded as he rolled his hips again, this time purposefully grinding against the man’s lap like an excited puppy.
“Is this good….?” He murmured, his palms pressing slightly against Su-bong’s chest. “Feels good… right?” A tiny mewl escaped his lips as another unintentional shudder went through him. “I’ll be q-quiet… no one will know… i’ll be so good…”
Su-bong’s eyes were wide, and he barely contained a shudder, his fingers gripping Dae-ho’s hips a little harder as he kept grinding against him. His own breath was becoming increasingly shaky, the burning need pooling in his gut. The way Dae-ho was acting was just-
“M-Mngh, fuck …” The rapper managed to let out, his fingers nearly digging into the other’s hips to guide his movements. “Nng, you- you’re gonna kill me… you f-fucking mutt…”
“Fuuuuck…“ Dae-ho mumbled, his own nails pressing against the fabric of Su-bong’s shirt. His hips kept moving against the man’s lap with neediness, small mewls and whines escaping him.
“P-Please… please… more…“ he begged, his voice so quiet that it was barely heard. A low, frustrated moan escaped him.
Su-bong’s thoughts were in total turmoil right now, and he desperately tried to hold back the deep, guttural moan that tried to rumble from his chest as Dae-ho kept moving around on his crotch like he was trying to shove his way through his pants.
“Shhh, shh, shh… need to -nghh- be quiet… don’t want any of the other guys to h-hear us…“ He mumbled, his voice a hoarse whisper. “…Ngh, can you do that, mutt…?”
Dae-ho responded with an almost pitiful sounding whine, his head nodding while he slowly continued to slowly roll his hips against Su-bong’s lap. He desperately tried to smother any sounds that came from him. “Y-Yes… I can do th-that… I promise… I’ll be quiet…” He promised, his voice hitching as he involuntarily rocked his hips. “I’ll- hnn… I’ll be good…. For you…”
A low, guttural moan escaped Su-bong, his words almost making him see white. Dae-ho… being good… specifically for him …
“G-Good boy… nng, such a good boy…” Su-bong mumbled, his fingers gently sliding up to hook his shirt and pull it up a bit, while his other hand stayed on his hip to keep his movements constant.
He nearly jumped out of his own skin when the lights in the large room flickered off for the night, surrounding them both (and everyone else) in total darkness. On the plus side, no one can definitely see them now.
Dae-ho hummed softly, his half-lidded eyes staring down at the man’s face the best he could in the darkness. “Y’know… we should probably stop… before this gets too… too out of control…” He murmured, his own breathing starting to come out a bit more labored and shuddery. He swallowed thickly, still rolling his hips against the rapper’s lap, while his back arched and strained with the urge to make more noise.
Su-bong swallowed thickly, trying to keep what little sanity he had left. Dae-ho was right - they should stop what they’re doing and go to sleep, before either of them does anything they’ll regret.
However, the hand caressing his hip kept moving further up, under his shirt, his fingers slowly tracing along and feeling the contour of his muscles, while his other hand held him in place, their movements slowly grinding to a halt.
“…nng. Probably… we really, really should, y-yeah…”
“Y-Yeah…” Dae-ho mumbled, but made no attempt to move and stop what they’re doing, his breath coming out in small, shaky pants. “We really should… s-stop… we… we should st-top… but I… I don’t wanna… stop….”
Su-bong’s breath was equally shaky as he let his hands move around Dae-ho’s body… his skin was so warm, his muscles so firm to the touch…
His hands slowly and carefully slipped underneath the back of the other’s shirt, pulling him closer down towards him.
“…me neither…” He mumbled, his breath hitching as he felt Dae-ho’s weight on him again, his body’s heat against his skin, and the hardness in his lap still evident. “G-God, at least let me finish, man…”
“F-Finish?” Dae-ho mumbled, his hips starting to rock again, creating friction. “O-Oh… y-yeah… you can d-do that… please..?”
Su-bong’s only response was a groan, and he gently yet desperately reached up to grab the man by the chin, leaning down and pressing a needy kiss to the crook of his neck, while he bucked his own hips up into Dae-ho’s.
“God… oh my god…” Dae-ho muttered, his back arching, while his own hips began to roll more urgently against the man’s. Small, needy pants and moans escaped him, his head tilting against Su-bong’s so he had better access to more of his neck.
“Mnghh, y-yeah… you like that…?” Su-bong breathed into the crook of Dae-ho’s neck, his tongue gently dragging across the skin, while his hands started trailing up the his back, touching and tracing as much of the man’s skin as he could.
He almost wanted to bite him, to leave marks all over - make everyone see that he’s his , but he knew that was probably just the adrenaline talking…
“S-So good… I-“ Dae-ho started to respond, but was cut off by a small gasp. “Oh god… please… i’m gonna cum… ” The words were out of his mouth before he even realized he said them. “I’m gonna c-cum…” he repeated, babbling incoherently while Thanos feels him shove his face against his shoulder, silencing his noises as he bucks forward once… and then twice… and then a third before slowly coming to a stop.
“F-Fuck… oh, fuck …” Su-bong groaned into Dae-ho’s shoulder, his pants becoming heavier, more labored as his hands on the other’s back gripped him tighter. He was getting more and more worked up as he grinded against him, and it didn’t help his imagination to not make him think of all the things he’d like to do to the other, if there wasn’t a room full of people around them…
He didn’t even realize he had already came until a wave of exhaustion hit him square in the… everywhere. Damn.
Dae-ho was now just slumped against Su-bong, his arms lazily flopped around his neck, his chin resting on the man’s shoulder. The man was breathing heavy, his breaths slow and labored. He was struggling to keep his eyes open, exhaustion and sleep already setting in.
“Mnnhh… s’good…” he mumbled lazily, nuzzling his face against the side of Su-bong’s neck.
“D-Damn right it was… f-fuck…” Su-bong muttered back just as tired, his arms and legs like jelly while the man was slumped up against his chest. Despite their compromising position, he still had enough energy left to raise his left hand and run his fingers through Dae-ho’s hair. “…y’gotta get off me now, man. It’s getting stuffy, and my legs are getting cramped…”
Dae-ho hummed tiredly from Su-bong’s shoulder, making no attempt to move himself, though he did lean into the touch to his hair. “Mmmnnhh… don’t wanna… comfy….” He mumbled again, refusing to move.
“Yeah, comfy for you , because you’re not the guy who has all hundred kilos of your body weight sitting on him right now.” Su-bong huffed, gently shoving at his shoulder to get him to move. “Come on, get off. Or do you want me to shove you off?”
Dae-ho let out a whine, a pout forming on his face. “…Fiiine,” he mumbled, his tone childish, like that of a pouting puppy. He slowly pushed himself up and off of the rapper, though he remained on the bed next to him.
He then flopped down onto his back, the bed creaking from his weight as Su-bong’s dinner went rolling off the mattress. Not like either of them cared about that, though. “There. Satisfied?” He grumbled, still pouting. Thanos knew that he definitely wasn’t going to convince him to move back to his own bed, thats for damn sure.
He shook his head while he carefully pushed himself up a bit and leaned his back up against the wall, his legs spread out in front of him. It wasn’t the most ideal sleeping arrangement, but considering the situation, it would have to do.
Dae-ho then slid himself down and laid his head on Su-bong’s lap, his arms lazily wrapped around his waist in a loose hug.
“Comfy.” He mumbled again, nuzzling his face against the other man’s stomach. “Now we can both be comfy.”
Thanos shifted a little to make himself more comfortable, before his hand came up to pet the man’s head again, his fingers running through Dae-ho’s hair. “Sure… whatever you say, man…”
“Mnnhhh…” Dae-ho mumbled again, his eyes slowly closing, sleep slowly taking over. “’Night…”
Su-bong chuckled softly, his fingers still playing with his hair as the other fell asleep in his lap. It was a weird, but not exactly unpleasant feeling…
The rapper leaned his head against the wall behind him, sighing softly while he stared up at the ceiling. As tired as he was, he knew sleep probably wasn’t coming to him anytime soon…
God, what the fuck just happened…?