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When you're drunk off your ass or high out of your mind, it's pretty easy to pretend that Club Pentagon doesn't smell like straight-up mildew beneath the aroma of alcohol and sweat. It's most notable in the bathroom, where Nam-gyu splashes his face with cold water in an effort to sober up enough to not be stumbling over his own two feet anymore. It's a nice attempt. Doesn't work well, if his trembling hands are anything to go by, but it's fine.
He concentrates instead on his reflection. Part of his hair is flattened from sweat, which he tries—and fails—to fix with damp fingers. The brown in his eyes has been swallowed by the sheer swell of his pupils, and his cheeks are dusted pink, but those two are lesser concerns. Hair first.
At least, he would be focused on fixing his hair, if the bathroom door behind him didn't suddenly start violently shaking. The sound nearly rips a shrill scream from Nam-gyu's lips, but he bites it back and replaces it with an annoyed groan. "Occupied."
Another bang. "Open the fucking door."
To the sound of Thanos' voice, Nam-gyu can't help but laugh. Jesus, does this dude really think the entire fucking world revolves around him? Shoulders curling in, he catches himself steady on the edge of the sink. Thanos is so loud. Got that nasty little bark behind his voice to show the entire building that he means business. Nam-gyu knows better than to be afraid of him. He shuts the water off, rubbing the skin beneath his left eye.
"I'm serious," Thanos snaps on the other side. "I have to take a piss."
"You'll survive," Nam-gyu responds, running his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face.
"I'm gonna kick this fucking door down."
There's nothing for Nam-gyu to do except snort at that. Thanos is the walking embodiment of swagger and ego, and far too invested in the freebies he gets coming here to waste them via property damage. Even drunk out of his mind, though, he clearly holds onto his pride.
"You can hold it," Nam-gyu finally says.
"Nam-su."
The tone of his voice is obviously meant to sound intimidating, but any chance of Nam-gyu hastily opening the door has officially been swept away. For the last time, he smooths the length of his hair and prods at the bags beneath his eyes, thrn sways toward the door— slowly.
What the state of Thanos has become shouldn't really surprise him, realistically, but it does anyway. He's breathing hard, strands of hair sticking to his forehead, with this absolutely murderous look on his face. Or maybe just humiliated? Furious? When Nam-gyu's gaze trails down, it's easy to tell why.
A visible dark spot soaks from the zipper of his jeans downward, glossy beneath the hallway lights before disappearing between his inner thighs. Nam-gyu's mouth parts, jaw falling slack in a mix of shock and some level of awe.
"Holy shit."
"This isn't funny."
Which is a weird thing to say, given the fact that Nam-gyu isn't even close to laughing. An embarassingly heavy wave of heat rushes to his core, dizzying him even more than the drinks already had. There shouldn't be anything inherently arousing about the whole situation, except that there kind of is. Poor, helpless, Legend Thanos, pissing himself in the hallway. Specifically, because he was at Nam-gyu's mercy. Poor, poor thing.
"You're fucking kidding me."
Thanos' voice finally snaps Nam-gyu out of his trance. His gaze flicks up, pressing a hand to his own mouth to hide the grin curling at his lips. "What?" he asks, because it's all he can really manage with how sluggishly the gears in his brain are turning. All his mind's effort is being drawn by that single flare deep in his stomach.
"Are you into this?" Thanos asks, stepping forward. The fun's over. Nam-gyu's face falls flat, his head shaking, but the immediate denial only ends with him being pushed further back into the bathroom. "You're getting wet all 'cause I pissed my pants?"
Nam-gyu's mouth ooens around a gasp, Thanos' hands reaching for his hips and sending him face first over the sink. "No," he objects, but he's even worse a liar when intoxicated. When he looks up into the mirror, Thanos is towering behind him, looking over the expanse of his back.
"I knew you were weird, but I didn't know you were this weird." There's an almost evil sort of smile surfacing on his lips, moreso when Nam-gyu finally slumps into the countertop completely. "What were you doing in here, anyway? Pampering yourself?"
When he asks, Thanos reaches for a fistful of Nam-gyu's hair, forcing his head back. For once, for whatever reason, the fire in his belly isn't telling him to keep up with the bratty act. He does it anyway, though, because of course he does. "Why? Do I look so good that you wanna fuck me?"
Thanos scoffs, which means the answer is yes. It's always yes. He doesn't reach for Nam-gyu's pants though, and certainly doesn't let go of his hair. It's all fabric on fabric. He leans over Nam-gyu's back, all but pressing their cheeks together while he grinds into him, no doubt making a mess of his jeans too.
"You wish," Thanos says, and that's true too. Nam-gyu wishes Thanos would undress him already and split him open right here, right now. Make enough noise between the both of them that everyone on the entire block knows exactly what they're doing. He'll take what he can get though, his own dick swelling where it's pushed down into the granite, Thanos' hand trailing from his hip to slip up under his shirt. "You like that? Like watching?" he asks, jerking Namgyu's head to the side so he can mouth at the skin of his neck. "Bet you're just waiting for me to take you home now, aren't you?"
Teeth sink into his flesh first, ripping a cry from his throat, then fingers press down against his navel. Nam-gyu's eyelids go from squeezing shut to splitting wide open, the desire swollen in his stomach shifting elsewhere. "What the fuck are you doing?" he chokes out, even though he knows good and well exactly what he's doing. The mostly unfortunate part about it is that Nam-gyu has no intention of fighting back. Fuck, more than anything, he wants it. Thanos gets it, too, because his hips rock hard into Nam-gyu's, damn near pushing him onto the counter with the force of it.
"Why don't you let it go for me, baby?" Thanos purrs into his ear, nipping at the lobe. "Just like I did for you?"
Well, Nam-gyu's helpless. More than ever when warmth spills between his legs, soaking the front of him with a dampness far deeper than what Thanos has left along the back. It seeps down to his knees, his socks, puddling pitifully against the floor while he groans through gritted teeth. Fuck, he's so fucking hard too, so much so that he hisses in frustration when Thanos pulls away.
"Why'd you stop!?"
Before Nam-gyu can recover his dignity, Thanos steals it back with a kiss that knocks the breath from his lungs. Nam-gyu's hands go straight for his shirt, tugging and pulling while their teeth clack together between short breaths. It doesn't last long, with Thanos being the first to pull away again, though not without the buldge in his jeans too going unnoticed.
"Let me take you home, clean you up," Thanos says. Of course, the answer is always yes.