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Nam-gyu was three drinks and eight shots deep when someone suggested seven minutes in heaven. If he was being honest, he had no idea who it had been. Not that he cared anyway. All that he cared about at the moment was getting as drunk as he possible could and avoid Thanos at all costs. That stupid fucker. Who did he think he was, showing up at their party. Who had even invited him?

All Nam-gyu knew was that he had suddenly stood before him, drink in his hand, demanding to talk. Well, Nam-gyu wasn’t in the mood for talking. They could have done talking. They could have talked all they wanted before Thanos had thought it to be a good idea to go out and cheat on him with some bitch. Thanos didn’t even remember her name, or so he said. But the story he had posted at 2 am, high and with some girl all up on him, lipstick smeared on his skin had told Nam-gyu all he had needed to know. That same night he had packed all his stuff and slammed the key to Thanos apartment on the kitchen table. Not before stuffing some raw meat into his pillow as revenge. 
And now he dared to show up here and wanted to talk? Fuck no.

So when they were all called into Se-mi’s living room, Nam-gyu made sure to sit as far away from her as possible. Instead, he lounged himself onto the couch next to Hyun-Ju and Young-Mi, who were quietly whispering and giggling, drinks in their hands. He sighed. He shouldn’t be here right now. He should be blackout drunk in Se-mi’s bed, moaning and whimpering with Thanos behind him. But no, the wanker had gone too far this time. Nam-gyu had forgiven him too much already. He should have broken up with that asshole months ago, but the drugs and the damn good sex had kept him there. It was bad, selfdestructive, fuelled his anxiety. He knew all that bullshit. But somehow, in some twisted, horny way, the ragged sound of Thanos’s breath next to his ear when he buried himself deep into Nam-gyu made it all worth it. He clenched his jaw and scoffed. He had to stop thinking about that. He was mad at Thanos. He had to remind himself he was mad at him, or he would pop a boner right then and there. 

“Alright”, Se-mi said as she finished the circle, an empty vodka bottle in her hand. “We will do this the old-fashioned way. I will spin the bottle twice, and whoever the top lands on will go into the closet for seven minutes. Everything clear?” Most people nodded, others already too drunk to do so. Nam-gyu just stared at Se-mi, ignoring the obnoxious way Thanos’ eyes burned into the side of his head. He wouldn’t look at him, and if he got into the closet with that fucker, he would use the chance to properly kick him in the nuts. There would be no sex with him today—or ever again. Nam-gyu had promised himself that.

Se-mi put the bottle in the middle of the circle, and spun it. Everyone watched as it lost momentum, the seconds ticking by awfully slowly. Ultimately, it stopped. Everyone looked at Dae-ho, who at there with his eyes wide, cheeks flushed, his soda in his hand. “No—I…”, he tried, but Se-mi had already picked the bottle up to spin it a second time. “Come on, Dae-ho, don’t be a chicken!”, Gyeong-su said, giving him a friendly slap on the back. It only seemed to worsen Dae-ho’s condition. Nam-gyu sighed. Gyeong-su had always been terrible at making people feel better. He leaned back on the couch, already close to pulling out his phone. The next seven minutes would be boring anyway. He had always disliked seven minutes in heaven. Sure, being in the closet was at least kind of fun, but being outside? You just sat there and waited—no fun. He sighed and looked up, just to find everyone staring at him. Not just Thanos, everyone. Slowly, his gaze descended on the bottle. It, it pointed on him. His eyes wandered to Se-mi, who looked just as shocked as he felt, over to Dae-ho, who looked more horrified than anything. The first couple would really be him—that guy? He didn’t even drink! What kind of fun would that be? Honestly, he should have just stayed at home and—oh. An idea sparked in his head. A good idea. He gave a sweet smile as he sat up and put his drink to the side. “Well, Dae-ho, looks like we’re in.” He got up, stretched just enough for a little bit of skin to peak out under his shirt, and nodded towards the small walk-in closet. “What’re you waiting for?” 

He could see Dae-ho swallow as he got on his feet, putting his drink to the side the way Nam-gyu had done, and slowly walked over to him. His discontent with the situation was obvious, but the red on his cheeks, that rose all the way to the tips of his ears made Nam-gyu feel like those seven minutes might at least be somewhat entertaining. And if he spent them just teasing that guy into oblivion, that would still be better than anything else. If he was thinking about it, out of the people present, Dae-ho was actually the best he could have ended up with. He grabbed Dae-ho by the arm and tore him straight towards the closet. Before he entered though, he looked back and sent a single, vicious glance towards Thanos. It was a beautiful sight. Thanos was on the edge of his seat, a thunderstorm clouding his face as he gripped the arm-rest of the chair he was in tightly enough for his knuckles to turn white. Nam-gyu loved every bit of the scene. 

Before Nam-gyu got to close the door, Se-mi waved her phone around. “I will put a timer on. Seven minutes sharp I will open that door, no matter what is going on.” She pulled a face, “And don’t leave too much of a mess, that’s really disgusting.” Dae-ho beside him was radiating heat. 

“We—we’re not gonna—“ 

“We will see about that.”, Nam-gyu interrupted and slammed the door shut. Then, they were alone. 

The closet was smaller than it had looked like from the outside. It wasn’t even that much of a closet, more like a tiny storage room. There were a few small cabinets against the walls that made the space even smaller, but it was enough for Nam-gyu to work with. He had done more in smaller spaces before. He turned to Dae-ho, who flinched the second Nam-gyu’s eyes landed on him. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Was this guy a fucking virgin? How pure could someone be? Fucking weirdo. “Okay, Dae-ho, we don’t have much time, so I won’t waste time talking much. Do you want to fuck or do you not?” 

Dae-ho looked at him like he had just asked something so scandalous he should be burned for it like some medieval witch. It annoyed Nam-gyu to the core. When he didn’t say anything else for another ten seconds, Nam-gyu took him by the shoulders and slammed him into the wall. Dae-ho yelped. “Look, there’s some fucking asshole out there I would love to piss off. And I need your help because I can’t give hickeys to myself. So either fuck me or don’t, but give me an answer.” Still, there was no reply. Dae-ho seemed to have short-circuted or somthing, because otherwise Nam-gyu couldn’t explain to himself why that idiot wasn’t doing anything. “You are into guys right?” 

Finally, Dae-ho opened his mouth, and in a voice that sounded like it hadn’t been used in hours, he muttered, “I—don’t really know.” Nam-gyu rolled his eyes. 

“What, never been with one?” Dae-ho shook his head, trying to get away from Nam-gyu who was still pressed against him. Great, he wanted to make Thanos jealous, but he was stuck with a confused virgin who couldn’t make up his mind whether he liked it up his ass or not. He sighed as Dae-ho continued to struggle against him. “Do you want to try, though?” Dae-ho stopped struggling. He could almost hear the gears turning inside Dae-ho’s head. Then, finally, he swallowed and Nam-gyu felt a hand on his waist. He grinned. He had won. Dae-ho closed his eyes, leaving them open just a tiny bit as he leaned down towards Nam-gyu. “You’re lucky I want this bad. No wonder no one wanted you before, you big softie.”, in one fluid motion, he wrapped his arms around Dae-ho’s neck and pulled him down into a sloppy kiss. He didn’t wait until he shoved his tongue into Dae-ho’s mouth and heard him gasp against him. For a moment, Nam-gyu basically kissed himself. Dae-ho was once again frozen into place. But after Nam-gyu punched him lightly into the side, Dae-ho melted. Literally. Nam-gyu felt the other man relax into the kiss, wrapping his arms tighter around his waist and moving his tongue against Nam-gyu’s. He pressed closer, and Dae-ho moaned lightly. God, he was easy. With his hands all up in Dae-ho’s hair, he pulled away from the kiss, leaving the other man panting and whimpering whenever Nam-gyu moved around. He went for his neck next. The skin on Dae-ho’s neck was soft, with the slightest of stubbles like he had forgotten to shave that morning. Dae-ho hissed and his hands tightened on Nam-gyu’s waist.

“Wait, Nam-gyu—”, he whispered, but Nam-gyu didn’t listen. Instead, he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh in front of him until Dae-ho quietly cried out and threw his head back. He let off, a thin line of spit connecting them still, and looked at his work. He could have counted his teeth in the bruise that was already turning purple. But that wasn’t the best sight. It was Dae-ho, undone, flushed, ready to get on his knees and choke on his dick. But they didn’t have the time for that. Maybe he should take him home with him that day? He chuckled as he gave Dae-ho’s hair a slight tug. He whimpered freely, not even trying to hide it now. 

“Fuck, I didn’t know you were such a slut.”, he chuckled and leaned back in to give his neck a long, wet lick. He dragged his tongue all the way from Dae-ho’s collarbone to the shell of his ear. The man shivered underneath him. “You wanna give it a go on my neck?” Dae-ho gulped, his lips trembling as they parted. 

“I’ve never—I mean, doing that was never really part of…” God, how vanilla could someone be? It was almost boring. On the other hand, it could be fun to break him, corrupt him, made him think of no one except of Nam-gyu when he rubbed one out. 

“It’s easy. Just push me against the wall and kiss my neck like you would by neck. You can suck it too, bite it, I don’t care. Just be rough.” Dae-ho swallowed again. He looked thoroughly overwhelmed, but when he turned them around, his hands still firmly on Nam-gyu’s waist, it almost knocked the air out of his lungs. Dae-ho was towering above him now, staring down at his neck with an expression he couldn’t make out. Was it hunger? Or did he just look for a good place to start? Nam-gyu snickered and leaned his head to the left, stroking his hair away from his neck. He had directed Dae-ho straight to the point where he liked it the most. It was almost impossible to fuck up now. Dae-ho leaned in, slowly, and then his lips pressed against Nam-gyu’s neck. Soft at first, soft enough to make him sigh. But soon, Dae-ho parted his lips, and Nam-gyu felt his tongue press against him. He bit his bottom lip and his hand wandered back into Dae-ho’s long hair almost on it’s own. Then he remembered something. Thanos was out there. He smirked. And when Dae-ho finally worked up the courage to suck on his neck, and Nam-gyu felt the slight pulsing of a boner forming between his legs, he let out a moan. Not loud enough to be overly fake, but loud enough that people outside definitely must have heard. He licked his lips, Dae-ho’s sweet taste still clinging to them, and hooked a leg behind one of Dae-ho’s, forcing it between his thighs. Dae-ho stiffened when his leg connected with Nam-gyu’s hard groin, but Nam-gyu was shameless. Dae-ho’s breath on his neck, his muscular arms around him, and now his leg between his own. If he was being honest with himself, he could get used to this. 

“Come on, Dae-ho. Just pretend I’m a girl.” Now it was Dae-ho who sighed. 

“You really are something, Nam-gyu. I didn’t know you were so—” Dae-ho was obviously struggling for the right words for just what Nam-gyu was, and he chuckles. 

“Stop talking now. We don’t have much time left and I would like some more of those pretty marks.” Dae-ho nodded against his neck and said nothing else. Instead, he dragged his tongue over Nam-gyu’s skin similar to how he had done to Dae-ho, and sucked on an especially sensitive part. He groaned and arched his back into Dae-ho, who let out a ragged breath and continued. He wasn’t quite as messy as Nam-gyu had been, but he’d had worse. If Dae-ho really was as innocent and inexperienced as he claimed to be, then he was a fucking natural. Good as he was with his mouth, Nam-gyu could only imagine what he would be able to do further down his body. 

Then, light hit them straight into the face. Both groaned and turned to where Se-mi leaned against the open door of the closet. He heard Dae-ho silently curse under his breath as curious faces peeked into where they were still all over each other. Wait, when had Dae-ho even slide his hands under his shirt? He only now grew aware the large, warm hand against his stomach. Had he really been that focused on his neck he hadn’t noticed? And just when he had noticed it, it was gone, leaving nothing but the rush of cold air behind. At the centre of the curious crowd, snickering and passing over small bills on bets they must have set, a mob of bright purple hair. The look on Thanos’ face was truly worth every single second of Dae-ho’s lips on his. He didn’t look angry anymore. Not really. It was something else, something he wasn’t used from Thanos. More like, hurt? While Nam-gyu was still contemplating, Dae-ho walked out of the closet like he had just commited a crime. And to Thanos, it must have been something like that, because the expression on his face changed the second he laid eyes on Dae-ho. The closest thing that Nam-gyu could describe it with was rage. Pure, hatred filled rage. And it satisfied Nam-gyu so much he strutted out of the closet like he had just won a prize, the tingling on his neck telling him that the remnants of their fun was on full display, and sat down right next to Thanos. There was an empty chair because no one had wanted to sit next to Thanos if he was in such a mood. And right there Nam-gyu sat down, not bothering to hide his hickeys or his boner like Dae-ho. 

“You will fucking pay for that.”, Thanos groaned next to him. And for the first time since their breakup, Nam-gyu answered. 

“We will see about that.”

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The next half an hour or so was terribly boring. Nam-gyu sat next to a raging Thanos, casted the occasional glances over to Dae-ho, but other than that, he had absolutley nohing to do but watch couple after couple sent into the closet. First, Hyun-Ju and Young-mi were sent in, and reappeared seven minutes later flushed and giggling. Nam-gyu didn’t expect more than hand-holding to have happened. Maybe a few kisses, if it came to it. On the cheek of course. Why in gods name were all his friends so boring? Unless Thanos, but he did not consider that guy a friend anymore. 

After those two, it was Gyeong-su and Se-mi, where nothing at all happened. They came out looking exactly the way they had before. That was what happened if a gay guy and a lesbian happen to be in the same room. Speaking of which, it was in that moment that he realised, holy shit, his entire friendgroup wasn’t just terribly boring and vanilla, they were also all gay. Was that why he had expected Dae-ho to be into guys immediately? Because he just assumded since everyone else was just as much of a fag as he was? He sighed and leaned back as Gyeong-su was selected again, this time matched with Min-su. And while Nam-gyu did not miss out on the blush that spreaded on Gyeong-su’s cheeks, he doubted anything would happen between the two. Gyeong-su was too caught up in his admiration for Thanos to realise his feelings, and Min-su had yet to discover said feelings. While Nam-gyu did believe they would make a cute pair, the closet wasn’t where they would discover their feelings for each other. No, he imagined something more romantic, something more cliché. Like the movies, where they both grabbed into the popcorn at the same time, or slurping the same spaghetti while sharing a portion on the beach during the sunset. Like a really oldfashioned version of the pocky game. 

Thanos beside him did not calm even after a whole 30 minutes. He was raving, clenching and unclenching his fists, and Nam-gyu was starting to think that maybe, just maybe he had done a mistake. Thanos, besides a giant asshole was definitely one thing—territorial. And Dae-ho  had just invaded his territory. Nam-gyu of course thought it was funny how he looked at the innocent boy still trying to hide his rather obvious erection. But perhaps he had put Dae-ho in danger. Well, that wasn’t his problem, was it? He had wanted to make Thanos jealous. That had definitely worked. He had never really liked Dae-ho anyway, so Thanos could do to him whatever the fuck he wanted. Then he remembered the way Dae-ho had pressed him against the wall. His breath against his neck, the stinging of hickeys. Nam-gyu scoffed quietly. Shit. 

Se-mi cleared her throat. She was holding the bottle, preparing for another spin. Nam-gyu wasn’t in the mood to play anymore. That goddamn bottle hated him. It had given him a boner in the beginning and now cursed him with sitting silent and doing nothing—or so he thought. Because when Se-mi sent it flying it scittered to a halt facing him. He stared down at it for a moment. That was—that meant… he glanced over to Dae-ho, who was staring back at him with a fresh wave of horror. No, he wouldn’t have that much luck again, right? If he got back in there with Dae-ho again, he might actually finally get some dick, but… Se-mi picked the bottle up again. It spun and spun and spun, and then, it slowed. It slowed, coming to a stop in front of Nam-gyu again. He scoffed. “What, does that mean I get to choose?”, he joked. 

“No…”, Min-su said. “It’s uhm, if we’re being strict about it, it’s not pointing at you.” Nam-gyu frowned and looked back down. Min-su was right. It wasn’t pointing at him. Not directly. More like—no. Nam-gyu felt his heart skip a beat, then pick up again at double the speed. Slowly, he turned his head. Thanos was staring down at the bottle like he couldn’t believe it actually pointed at him. Nam-gyu could not believe it either. He didn’t want to believe it either, because a split second later, there was a hand around his wrist and Thanos was pulling him into the closet. “No one open that damn door before the seven minutes are up.” Were the last words Nam-gyu heard before the door slammed shut and he was alone with Thanos.

Dae-ho stared at the closed closet door. If he was being honest with himself, he couldn’t remember the last time he had ever felt so conflicted. Yes, he wanted to burst through that door and drag Thanos out by the ear. But why? Because he couldn’t stand the thought of Nam-gyu being in there with Thanos? Because that meant they would do stuff? Because that meant that Nam-gyu was with another man? No, no definitely not that. It was because Thanos had looked so—insane while he had dragged Nam-gyu in there. He could sit still while he listened to Thanos doing gods what in there with Nam-gyu, right? What if he didn’t want that? Shit, what if Thanos touched him without him wanting it? No, he couldn’t possibly. He was already half-way on his feet when there was a hand on his arm. It was Se-mi, lightly shaking her head. “Don’t go in there.” 

Dae-ho frowned. Did none of these people want to help Nam-gyu? This game was supposed to be fun, not a group of people listening to a rape. “Why not? This is sick!”, he hissed, and everyone looked away. 

“You don’t know them—not like we do. Thanos and Nam-gyu… stuff like this has happened before, you know?”, a smile crept on her face. “They’ve always made up this way. And anyway, Thanos might look strong, but he’s actually just a big baby. If he tried to touch Nam-gyu without his consent, he would actually kick his ass.”

Dae-ho sunk back down on his chair. For now, it was quiet. But he swore to himself, if anything didn’t sound right, he would would personally beat Thanos to pulp. Nam-gyu deserved better than that guy. ‘Someone like me.’, he thought. No, he shook his head. He wasn’t even—he didn’t like Nam-gyu like that. Of course he didn’t. He wasn’t even actually into guys. Nam-gyu had been right, he had simply pretended Nam-gyu was a girl, nothing more. 

So why did he feel so damn hot when he remembered Nam-gyu’s soft moans in his ears? His hard-on pressed against him, his flat chest prove that he wasn’t that—a girl.

Thanos did not hesitate a singular second when they got into the closet. Instead, he slammed Nam-gyu against the wall so hard he gasped for air, though none was available. Thanos lips were already there, all over his own, claiming him, owning him, and for a second, he felt himself slip, felt himself wanting, needing to melt in and beg for more. But no, instead, he shoved roughly against Thanos chest, sending him tumbling backwards. Even in the little light available, it was impossible to miss the expression on Thanos’ face. Shock, anger, posessiveness that Nam-gyu could see as nothing short of pathetic. He wasn’t the cheater in this scenario. He wasn’t the guy who had ruined their relationship. He wasn’t the reason he had made out with Dae-ho. It was Thanos. Thanos was the problem, and still he dared to look at him like he was the one who had messed up? Fuck no. In two quick steps he was over where Thanos stood, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in close enough for their breaths to mingle. Thanos’s eyes widened in front of him, his lips parted like he was expecting a kiss. Nam-gyu just scoffed. “Don’t come in here thinking you can just kiss me like that.” 

Thanos opened his mouth, but Nam-gyu cut him off before he could say anything. “I saw your story, saw you with that fucking bitch. What, was it at least good? Was it worth it? Better than what I could give you?” 

“Nam-su…” 

“Don’t fucking ‘Nam-su’ me now. Did she make you all pathetic like I did? Was she able to make you all breathless and shaky? Could she made you whimper and beg for release?” Thanos looked to the side, an obvious blush on his cheeks. Nam-gyu smirked. “Didn’t think so.” He reached forwards and grabbed the heavy metal cross around Thanos’ neck. Thanos yelped and Nam-gyu pulled at it, opened it with quick, precise movements and popped a pill into his mouth. “If you want to fuck me in here, there’s a price you have to pay.” 

Thanos rolled his eyes, but then his hands were on his waist. Just like Dae-ho’s had been half an hour ago. “I will show you things that virgin couldn’t even dream of.” Then Nam-gyu was against the wall again, this time chest first. The wall was cold as his face pressed against it, and he chuckled. 

“Go right ahead.” 

Thanos smirked and crouched down behind Nam-gyu. His face blanched when he realised what Thanos was about to do. “Wait—you’re not seriously going to—” Thanos let out a deep chuckle that made Nam-gyu bite his lip. Fuck, music to his horny ears. In a swift movement, Thanos pulled down Nam-gyu’s trousers and pants, leaving him completely exposed from the naval down. Then, warm, large hands were on his ass. Kneading, spreading, making Nam-gyu curse out silently. “Oh come on, Nam-su. Let them hear you. You had no issue doing that when Dae-ho was in my place. Tell me though, how far did you get? Did you suck his dick?” 

He didn’t wait until Nam-gyu answered. A second later, he felt something warm and wet against his ass. First, leaving long lines of saliva on his cheeks then nearing his entrance. He couldn’t help it now. Just the imagination of what would happen next was enough to send him spiraling. He held on tightly to the creases in the closet wall, moaning through clenched teeth. His forehead creased as heat began to flow all through him, pumping blood into his dick. Thanos knew his body way too well. He knew all the reactions he gave, how long it took him to reach his high, how fast the drug would intensify everything he felt. A hand on his dick, and he cried out. He was slick already, Thanos using the chance mercilessly to jerk him off while cirlcing his entrance with his tongue. “You still didn’t tell me, Nam-su. How was he? What did you do?”

Nam-gyu whined. He didn’t want to talk right now. He just wanted to feel, to let Thanos’s hands roam his body, to him use his body however he pleased. It always felt best when he just let Thanos do what he was best at—making Nam-gyu feel good. 

As the time ticked by, Nam-gyu gradually got louder. Spasms shook his body, turning his legs into jelly, his head into mush. Thanos was pumping his tongue in and out of him by now. In, out, always in and out in that merciless pace that made Nam-gyu want to cry out for him to stop. That it was too much, that he couldn’t handle it, that he needed a break. But a break was exactly what would ruin him now. Thanos couldn’t stop, he just couldn’t. Stopping now would make him go mad, would force him to crawl into Thanos’ bed that night and continue to let that man use him in all the worst ways. And the terrible part—Nam-gyu would love it. 

He cried out Thanos name as he buried his entire face into Nam-gyu’s ass, his arms wrapped around his legs to pump his dick. He was so close. So damned close he couldn’t help himself anymore. He was a pathetic bundle of need, and he needed more. He reached up and began fiddling with his chest, choking himself as he used nothing but his forehead agaist the wall to keep him upright. He should have just sucked Thanos dick. He should have just sucked it like the slut he was and be done with it. Then he would get some boring vanilla sex with Dae-ho that he knew wouldn’t really satisfy him, but at least he wouldn’t go to bed alone, touching no one but himself as he imagined what Thanos could have been doing to him in that moment. 

He clenched his teeth, images spinning through his head, making his eyes roll back as he jerked forwards into Thanos’ hands, his tip brushing over rough fingers, sending him over the edge. His entire body tightened as he whimpered, fucking whimpered, and came all over Thanos’ hands, his tongue. It was too much for him to moan, moaning couldn’t even begin to express just how good he felt. He was hot, sweating, and the pulsing of his orgasm continued to come. It didn’t leave when he had run dry, or when Thanos stood up behind him, dressing him gently back to decency, then turning him around and shoving the cum stained fingers into his mouth. “Taste yourself.”, he grunted as he did so. Nam-gyu nodded and caressed his tongue over Thanos’ fingers, sucking away every bit of the mess he had made. Then, Thanos was against his neck. The fingers still wet with his saliva pulled and pushed at his neck, forcing it to one side so Thanos could mark the other. “I am not letting that cunt mark you as his own.”, he hissed. “You’re mine, Nam-su. Mine.”

When the door opened, Nam-gyu was sure Se-mi was an angel. He was so hot it might have been a fever. He was unsure if he could even walk, his mind a single mess. Every part of his body ached from hickeys and the spasms of when he had cum. His legs were jelly still, and his dick was rock hard once more. Thanos, however, was back to his ruthless self, giving Nam-gyu a push as he tried to get his legs to work. He tumbled forwards, managing to catch himself at the last second. He muttered something under his breath and wandered over to the couch where Hyun-Ju and Young-mi sat with faces bright red and mouths agape. He snarled over at them and they quickly looked away. 

Dae-ho was shocked when he saw the state in which Nam-gyu left the closet. He had never seen anyone look like that, except for some porn he had watched during his teens, that had left him confused and weirdly horny. And now, looking at Nam-gyu like that, there was something in him that wanted to make him look just like that. Thanos, who followed, a mix of anger and pride on his face, shot a disgusted look over to him. He cowered instinctively. The warning was clear. That boy was Thanos’ and if he dared to touch his property without permission, there would be consequences. Still, he felt his body grow hot, felt an ache between his legs, if he imaged what could have happened if he had been in that closet with them. Wait, no, with him. Just Nam-gyu. Thanos had nothing to do with that. It was bad enough that he had just discovered what a guy like Nam-gyu could do to him, he didn’t need Thanos to be in that mixture as well. Although he did have to admit that Thanos was a very attractive man. And somehow, that posessiveness over Nam-gyu made a determination stirr deep within Dae-ho. He wanted Nam-gyu, and if he would let him, he would fight for that. 

“Nam-gyu!”, it was two hours later, the party had ended, and Dae-ho had just caught up to the man in the driveway. He couldn’t seriously be planning to drive, right? He was clearly drunk, and the redness in his eyes told Dae-ho that there had definitely been other substances involved as well. He swallowed. Why did the first guy he fell for have to be like—that? Couldn’t it have been someone a little bit more stable than Nam-gyu? 

The man turned around to face him, brows raised. “What?” Immediately, Dae-ho’s throat was dry. This had been a bad idea. He couldn’t possibly go through with what he wanted, right? That was just too much. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out of it. “Well? I don’t have the whole night?”, he snapped. Dae-ho finally took a deep breath and asked, not exactly what he had wanted to, but it was as much as he could manage right now. “Should I drive you home? I uh—didn’t drink so I thought…” He trailed off as Nam-gyu’s face visually brightened. There was even the hint of a smile on his face, though Dae-ho couldn’t explain it’s origin. “Fuck yeah, sure! I wasn’t in the mood to get caught by police anyway, always sucks and I gotta fuck my way out of it, y’know?” 

Dae-ho, in fact, did not know. And he could only hope that Nam-gyu did not mean that literally, though he kind of feared he did. He walked over to his car. It wasn’t exactly fancy or anything, but enough. Or so he thought until Nam-gyu whistled and ran his hand along the red side. “My, my… didn’t know you drove such a nice thing.” With a smirk, he leaned against it, foot up against the door, face and chest towards Dae-ho. He swallowed as he tried to keep it friendly. 

“Oh, you know. It’s not new or something, been driving her for a while now and…”, he stopped when Nam-gyu’s eyes wandered away from Dae-ho and over his shoulder. With dread forming in his stomach, he already knew what that had to mean. 

“Hey, Nam-su! Don’t you wanna drive with me?”

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Nam-gyu hesitated. He honestly didn’t really know what he wanted. He could drive with Dae-ho, blow him in the car and be done for the night, or he drove with Thanos. Driving with Thanos meant all the worst things. All those terrible, horrible things that somehow managed to draw him in. 

Then an idea sparked in his head. A terrible idea, really. Set up for failure. It was such an idiotic idea that the second he thought of it, an audible chuckle escaped his throat. Both men, Dae-ho and Thanos, turned to him. They had different expressions on their face. Dae-ho looked shocked, like he couldn’t figure out why in gods name Nam-gyu was laughing, while Thanos looked amused, satisfied if anything. “You know, aren’t you like, way too drunk to drive, Thanos?” Thanos, still smiling, shrugged and opened his mouth like he wanted to argue, but Nam-gyu was over there in an instant, pressing his finger against Thanos’ lips. He recoiled, looking down at Nam-gyu with an expression that was now way closer to Dae-ho. And when he turned around to said man, his expression had shifted too. The lone fact that Nam-gyu was now within the radius of a metre of Thanos seemed to be enough to make Dae-ho frown with jealousy. It was beautiful, really. He could use that. “I think you are. Therefore, I believe Dae-ho should drive us both home. Don’t you think so too, Dae-ho?” 

Dae-ho opened and closed his mouth like a fish on land. Then, with a very much forced smile, he said, “Yeah, sure…”

And two minutes later, all three of them were in the car, in various stages of content. While Nam-gyu couldn’t be happier with himself, Thanos seemed to differ between liking to be in the backseat with Nam-gyu, and hating every second because he was in the same car as Dae-ho. Dae-ho looked like Gods worst punishment had just descended upon him. But it hadn’t even started yet. 

At the next red light, Nam-gyu nudged Thanos. He understood immediately and unbuckled his seatbelt. Nam-gyu followed along, and before Dae-ho had the chance to grasp at what was happening in the rear mirror, Nam-gyu had straddled Thanos’ lap and placed his ass firmly on the other man’s crotch. Thanos grinned up at him, his hands already exploring the sides of Nam-gyu’s waist. “Guys!”, Dae-ho yelled. Nam-gyu could see through the droplets of water on the windows that the light had switched to green, but the car wasn’t moving. At least there were no cars behind them. 

“Fucking drive, Dae-ho.”, Nam-gyu groaned as he unbuttoned the top of Thanos’ shirt. Dae-ho had enough good-guy in him to level out whatever Thanos could do to him. Their breakup? Irrelevant right now. He could go back to hating Thanos after he got what he wanted. 

“But—you guys—I mean…”, he stuttered, but when Thanos sent a rough kick to the drivers seat, a movement that sent Nam-gyu flying towards him, he finally pressed on the gas pedal and the car moved. Thanos and Nam-gyu both chuckled as their hands began to explore each other’s bodies. Soon, the backseat was a mess of hands, heavy breaths, tongues and moans. At some point, Nam-gyu’s pants were open, and his dick rubbed against Thanos’s bare chest as they kissed deeply. Thanos groaned, his hands squeezing Nam-gyu’s ass, forcing him to let out a gasp, taking Thanos’ tongue deeper into his mouth. His entire body was on fire. It felt so good to finally have Thanos’ hands on him. To have him touch every part of him, let him touch and grope and lick whatever he desired. 

At the front of the car, Dae-ho could not believe what he had gotten himself into. And worse, he could not believe how fucking hard it made him. He could hardly even concentrate on the road anymore, that was how badly the noises behind him made his head spin around. The wet squelches, the surprised gasps and pleasured groans. All of it forced him to take one hand off the steering wheel and slowly let it sink lower until he palmed his own erection through his pants. He could not believe he was doing this. He could not believe he had agreed to take Thanos in with him. 

He should have declined. Then maybe, it would be him that made Nam-gyu sound like that. His free hand tightened on the steering wheel. Another ten minutes, then he would tear Nam-gyu away from that asshole and get him in his bed. Then it would be just the two them. 

Slender, cold fingers gently caressed his neck. He shivered and flinched away. A chuckle. Nam-gyu. He had turned around on Thanos’ lap and judging by the sounds, he would have to deep-clean his car tomorrow. He sighed and wished it all to go away when the thought of Thanos buried deep into Nam-gyu made his dick twitch excitedly in his pants. How had the night ended up like this? If he had just pushed Nam-gyu away in that damned closet. Then—

Nam-gyu’s breath was hot on his neck before his lips connected to the sensitive flesh. Dae-ho groaned, his hand tightening on the bulge in his pants. The sounds Nam-gyu made while he was kissing and sucking on Dae-ho’s neck made him go crazy. He could hardly see anymore. The pleasure blurred his vision, and more than once did he have to roughly pull the steering wheel to one side to avoid crashing into oncoming traffic. When Nam-gyu moved from his neck to his ear, gently nibbling on it and then proceeding to loudly moan into it, Dae-ho decided that it was enough. He pulled over to the side next chance he got, shifted the gears into park and closed his eyes, letting Nam-gyu stretch his hands into the front seat to roughly grope around his chest while sucking on his neck. Lewd sounds came from behind, and it was all that Dae-ho needed as he freed his dick from the cage of his pants and began to stroke it roughly. He whimpered, biting his lip roughly to avoid any louder sounds. 

With his eyes shut tightly, he imagined his hand to be Nam-gyu’s instead. He wanted him to reach lower, to touch him where he wanted it most. Then there were the words in  his ear, so quiet he wondered for a second if he had imagined it. “Drive us home, Dae-ho, then we will make you feel things you could have only imagined before.” His hand slowed on his dick. He had already felt it building up. He had been fucking close. It was not fair. Thanos got to feel good. Nam-gyu got to feel good. It wasn’t fair. “That’s not fair.” His voice hiccuped as he spoke, and he only just then realised how wet his face was. 

Nam-gyu chuckled and leaned forwards even further. Dae-ho had to try his hardest to ignore the soft pop as he did so, and then his tongue skimmed over Dae-ho’s face, licking the tears of frustration off. “Come on, drive, Dae-ho. It will be worth it, I swear.” 

Reluctantly, yet too horny to feel embarassed, Dae-ho put himself back into his pants, wiped the wetness from his hand and shifted back into drive. It wasn’t a long drive anymore. He could do it. If he just didn’t—too late. He had looked up into the rear mirror. What he saw made his heart jump. Nam-gyu was pushed up and down by Thanos continuous pumps. His head was thrown back, a strong hand around his coloured throat. He was whining and whimpering, mumbling things that Dae-ho couldn’t understand. But even he, through the thick smell of sex and condensed sweat on the windows, felt the tension of an impending orgasm. “Fuck”, he mumbled to himself. His home was only about a third of a mile away now. If he sped up… it was evil, but hadn’t Nam-gyu done the same to him? 

He pushed down on the gas pedal. It would so be worth it. The look on Nam-gyu’s face would be enough for it all. So while Nam-gyu continued to get louder behind him, Dae-ho set his turn indicator to the left and pulled into his parking lot way too fast. As quickly as he could, he parked the car, turned off the engine and jumped out of the car. Nam-gyu and Thanos did not have seemed to realise the car was standing still. Or, if they did, then they simply didn’t care. 

Close. He was so fucking close. He had completely forgotten the magic that Thanos dick could do. Every single nerve in his body buzzed with energy, his breath heavy and uneven. Thanos was right there with him, holding and groping him in all the right places. He would do it. He would cum right there, together with Thanos. 

A cold gush of air tore him from whatever dark and dirty place his mind had wandered. Then there was a strong hand on his arm, another in his hair, pulling him out of the car and away from Thanos. Away from his sweet release. He groaned in frustration and pain when he hit the ground and slowly blinked up at Dae-ho, Dae-ho, pinning Thanos against the side of his car. What the fuck was going on now? He could have never imagined Dae-ho to behave like that. Had he teased him too much in the car? No, it couldn’t have been just that, right? Dae-ho whispered something to Thanos that Nam-gyu couldn’t hear. But he clearly saw the smirk forming on Thanos’ face and therefore he had a vague idea on what it must be. After the kiss they shared, Dae-ho had realised something about himself and now wanted Nam-gyu all to himself. Well, Thanos wasn’t that type of guy. But Nam-gyu knew that Thanos also didn’t mind sharing. So he couldn’t call himself surprised when instead of pushing Dae-ho away and going at him with all the fists and kicks he could offer, he instead held Dae-ho’s head in place and planted a fat kiss on his lips. 

Nam-gyu laughed at the absurdity of the situation. That was his ex-boyfriend and new found situationship sharing a deep kiss right in front of him. It almost looked like his plan had worked. 

Dae-ho visibly pulled back from the kiss, but Thanos just turned them around and it was Dae-ho against the car instead. Nam-gyu collected himself from the ground of the parking lot and snitched the car keys that Dae-ho had dropped to the ground. He locked the car and leaned against it just in time for Thanos to call the kiss finished. And no matter if Dae-ho wanted the kiss or not, he definitely was a lot more flushed than he had been before. “Can I ask you something, Dae-ho?”, Nam-gyu said with a chuckle. He didn’t wait for the man to reply before he continued, “I thought you wanted to drive us home?” 

Nam-gyu could see Dae-ho’s face fall as he realised. But again, he didn’t let him speak. Nam-gyu doubted he even could with Thanos on his neck, sucking and kissing his neck in a way that made the man squeeze his eyes shut from time to time to avoid making noise. “Because, this isn’t where I live. And it certainly isn’t where Thanos lives—way too nice. So, what? Did you drive us to your place? Want us to come in or something?” 

Dae-ho looked like he wanted to protest, but he could say nothing about the fact that he had driven them to his place and most literally dragged out of the car. And when Thanos made an especially vicious lick across a large bruise on Dae-ho’s neck, Nam-gyu saw the defeat spread on his face. The tension went from his entire body, and slowly, his hand travelled up Thanos body until his fingers vanished in between purple locks of hair. Then he reached over to Nam-gyu, who’s heart made a jump and grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. Nam-gyu groaned and planted his hands on Dae-ho’s chest as their lips connected. 

But as quickly as Dae-ho had pulled him in, he pushed him away again. “Not—not here…”, he stammered. Nam-gyu and Thanos grinned at each other, and Nam-gyu let his fingers caress over Dae-ho’s collarbones, causing the man to shiver. 

“If not here, where then?” The internal fight was obvious. Dae-ho was well aware what he committed himself to when he agreed to go inside with them, but the tent in his pants had to be painful by now. Nam-gyu knew, he felt the same. Dae-ho was quiet for a moment, and Nam-gyu noticed Thanos growing restless beside him. He wanted to hold him back, to tell him to let Dae-ho make his own decisions, that this was new for him, but he was also well aware that Thanos did not give a single shit about that. So when Thanos seized Dae-ho by the collar, Nam-gyu did nothing but let out an exhausted sigh. Dae-ho was a little exhausting. After all, it was just sex. Not a life-long commitment.

”Come on, you’re a fucking faggot just like we are. So either you let yourself get fucked in the ass or you don’t, but make up your fucking mind, alright?”, Thanos looked almost intimidating, and Dae-ho shrunk against the car, glancing over to Nam-gyu for help, but he just shrugged. “He’s right. Either you do it or you don't, but don’t expect us to make the choice for you. We’re not really into that whole rape-play thing.”

Dae-ho’s eyes widened at Nam-gyu’s words, even more than they had at Thanos. Then, finally, like it was so terribly hard to say, Dae-ho nodded. “Alright. We can go in. Just—let us talk before we do anything else, okay?” 

Thanos, although mumbling something about “Fucking vanillas” under his breath, released Dae-ho and stepped back with his arms crossed over his chest. 

Nam-gyu tossed his keys back to Dae-ho, and on visibly shaky legs and a shy glance over to to them, Dae-ho walked over to the door of his apartment block. 

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The inside of the building looked almost boringly generic. The walls were a faded white, almost yellow, and the steps all looked intact. There was no spray paint on the walls, no one passed out in some corner. It was nothing but the average apartment block. While Nam-gyu hadn’t known what to expect, this was definitely disappointing. Dae-ho was so simple in so many aspects, of course he wouldn’t live anywhere exciting. So when Dae-ho opened the door to his apartment, Nam-gyu was a little taken aback. It was surprisingly—artsy. The walls were hung full with all sorts of paintings. Behind him, Thanos whistled. “Not bad, man.”

Dae-ho sent a shy smile back and gestured to the couch before disappearing into what Nam-gyu supposed was the kitchen. He fell down on the soft cushions and let out a deep sigh. The night had already been a lot more exhausting than he had expected. Still, when Thanos fell down beside him with a smile that told him he was up to something, a small buzzing went through his body. Nam-gyu watched as Thanos pulled a small plastic bag from his back pocket, along with his wallet. “Dude!”, Nam-gyu hissed as Thanos tore the bag open. “We can’t snort a line in Dae-ho’s apartment!”

Thanos rolled his eyes, put the stuff on the coffee table and pulled Nam-gyu closer. “Come on, if we hurry, he won’t even know.”

Nam-gyu shook his head. “We could put him in serious trouble if we leave traces, man.” He didn’t like Dae-ho that much besides what he could give him in bed, but he really did not need to fuck him over like that. If the cops came searching his apartment for some goddamn reason, he could fly straight to jail for Nam-gyu and Thanos having some fun.

“Oh come, Nam-su. No one snorts a line as cleanly as you do.” But Nam-gyu stayed close to his word. He grabbed the bag and held it out of Thanos’ reach, even when his eyes widened and he reached for it.

“I’ll throw a pill with you, but put the powder away.”

Thanos agreed reluctantly and stuffed the cocaine back into his pockets, taking out his metal cross instead. Nam-gyu shivered at the sight of it. He could still remember the time Thanos had wrapped the chain around his throat and taken Nam-gyu so good from behind he had gotten a boner from just thinking about it for weeks. 

The pills had vanished in their throats the very second Dae-ho appeared in the doorway with drinks in his hand. His eye shifted from Thanos to Nam-gyu to the cross in Thanos hands and back to Nam-gyu and Thanos. But he said nothing and just sat down next to Nam-gyu, who promptly swung his legs across his lap. Dae-ho gave him a shocked glance, but accepted that too. It almost looked like he would let them do anything at this point. Good, he would. 

“So, what did you wanna talk about? I’m loosing my boner.”, Thanos said, leaned back and took a sip and scrunched his face. Nam-gyu followed along and drunk as well. He quickly realised why Thanos had made that face—it was non-alcoholic. Nam-gyu honestly couldn’t remember he had seen Thanos drink something non-alcoholic. 

“Right, uhm…”, Dae-ho put his drink down and started to fidget with his hands. “I thought we should maybe like—discuss safe words? And uh, stuff like that. I mean you two know each other, but I—” Suddenly, Nam-gyu felt something he wasn’t used to. When he looked at Dae-ho, sweet, innocent, vanilla Dae-ho, and he was just so cute. He wasn’t used to guys being sweet. He knew them to be dominant, demanding, using him for nothing but their pleasure. And honestly, Nam-gyu was fine with that, he did the same. But when he saw Dae-ho, his heart fluttered. Was this how someone who wanted sex could behave? Someone could want him like that?

He glanced over to Thanos, who looked like he wanted to gag. They had never had a talk like that. They had never used a safe word or discussed boundaries. And before Thanos could say anything, Nam-gyu nodded. “Sure, what do you suggest.”

Dae-ho looked relieved. “I uhm—I heart something about a traffic system before? Like uh, green for keep going, yellow for slow down and red for stop?” Nam-gyu did not look over to Thanos anymore. He knew the sight would make him want to punch him square in the jaw. Why did he suddenly feel the need to protect Dae-ho? He was a grown man, couldn’t he protect himself. No, not from Thanos. Only Nam-gyu could do that, force him on his knees and make him beg for his attention. Nam-gyu knew what buttons to push, Dae-ho didn’t. But he would quickly learn. 

“Sounds fair. What about boundaries? What do you want us to not do.” Dae-ho began to blush then. He opened his mouth, but no sounds came out. Was he embarrassed to say? He had been the one who had initiated this talk. “Okay, different question. Anything you want? Like, what do you like in the bedroom? What do you wanna be called, how do you like to be touched?” What he had meant to be a question to help Dae-ho only seemed to worsen the situation. Dae-ho completely malfunctioned, his head turning the darkest shade of red Nam-gyu had ever seen on him, and his head dropped so they couldn’t look at his face anymore. 

Thanos next to him let out an annoyed sigh. “Dude, it’s just sex. It’s really not that bad.” But Nam-gyu held up a hand. 

“You know what, how about we just start and try to figure out what you like. We can start slow, and you tell us if you think something feels good.” Dae-ho gave the tiniest nod, but it wasn’t enough for Nam-gyu. He got up from the couch, the pill he had taken making him sway slightly. Then he sat back down right on Dae-ho’s lap, ignoring Thanos’ protest. He hooked two fingers under Dae-ho’s chin, forcing him to look up at him. When he did, Nam-gyu almost laughed. He looked so damned pathetic. In a weird way, it was hot. He wasn’t used to topping except for when Thanos was in a special mood, and Thanos was very different from Dae-ho. “Tell me if you want that. Use your words.” 

“I want that.”, the words were hardly above a whisper, but they sent an electric spark down Nam-gyu’s spine. He bit his lip. 

“Should we go to the bedroom then?” A single nod from Dae-ho was enough. Nam-gyu got up, grabbed first Dae-ho then Thanos and pulled them down the corridor to where he suspected the bedroom might be. On the second door he pushed open, he landed correctly. He kept Thanos close by while Dae-ho was pushed on the bed. He closed the door with his heel and grinned. 

Dae-ho looked up at him, stunned. “That something you’re into?” When Dae-ho said nothing, he tugged at Thanos’ collar, which caused him to let out the quietest whimper. “Su-Bong right here really fucking likes it when you treat him like a goddamn dog. Like this.” He gave another pull, and immediately, Thanos dropped to his knees. His head now at hip-height, Nam-gyu grabbed a good handful of purple hair and pressed Thanos face against his crotch. “When he’s in this position I usually let him suck my dick and when he’s doing good, I praise him. When he’s not, however…” a slight movement of his foot, and Thanos flinched instinctively. Dae-ho stared at him like he had never witnessed anything like it before. 

“But I suppose that’s too far for you. So, we will start a little bit more easy.” He dropped Thanos and walked past him. “Stay”, he mumbled before he got on the bed. 

Nam-gyu pushed Dae-ho down on the bed and kissed him deeply. He did not wait long to press his tongue against the other one’s mouth, forcing his tongue inside when Dae-ho let out a surprised little gasp. He slid his hand under his shirt, and was pleasantly surprised when instead of a quiet groan, or some shifting, Dae-ho arched his back into the touch and pulled Nam-gyu closer. He was hardly caring about the noises he made anymore, just kissed Nam-gyu like it was the last thing he would ever do.

He let himself glance over to Thanos. He was sitting on the floor where Nam-gyu had left him, looking impatient and slightly annoyed, but he didn’t move. He let them have this.

When Nam-gyu’s hand reached Dae-ho’s chest, and he lightly grazed over one of the pink nubs, Dae-ho broke away from the kiss. He threw his head back and groaned, pushing his chest further into Nam-gyu’s hand.

Oh, he thought, that’s gonna be interesting.

With a smirk on his lips, he put his second hand on Dae-ho’s chest as well, pushing his shirt up until his entire torso was exposed, then put each thumb on one of Dae-ho’s nipples, gently rubbing over them. Dae-ho went crazy for it. He squirmed underneath his touch, bit his lip, came completely undone. Before Nam-gyu knew it, there was a bulge pressing against him from below. That had been enough to make him this hard? It excited him, made him wonder what other secrets he could discover about this body.

He was about to try something else, when he heard a small sound from beside him. He glanced over and saw Thanos. He looked like a goddamn lost puppy now, the bulge in his pants growing more obvious. He wanted to be touched like that, Nam-gyu knew it. Thanos had always liked it when Nam-gyu played with his body like that. But he would have to wait a little longer and watch the show. For now, it was Dae-ho’s turn to discover things about him. He shot Thanos a last, warning glare, then turned back to Dae-ho, who was still panting but had used the time Nam-gyu had been busy with Thanos to recover a little. 

“Colour?”, Nam-gyu mumbled as he thought about what to do next. He kind of wanted to continue with the nipples, Dae-ho really seemed to like it, but then again, they got boring quickly. He needed something else. Surely this guy didn’t have any toys to work with, right? 

“Green.”, Dae-ho breathed out, weak but sure. Nam-gyu nodded and traced a finger down Dae-ho’s abdomen towards his belly button. He shivered, goosebumps spreading along his flesh. 

“You know”, Nam-gyu said then, scooting back until he sat on Dae-ho’s thighs rather than his middle, the bulge now obvious between them. He stared shamelessly, causing Dae-ho to avert his gaze. “I have always liked to do it solo about as much as with other people. You have so many options, no one is there to shame you for what you really want. And a good jerking can be really effective to blow off some steam.” 

Dae-ho, who must have thought he knew what Nam-gyu wanted to do, already reached down to touch himself, but he caught his wrist and held it firmly. “No, not that. You don’t get to touch yourself.” He climbed off him, and nodded towards Thanos. “Sit down next to him, go.” Dae-ho looked unsure, but followed along, slowly sitting up, getting off the bed, and sinking down on the floor next to Thanos. 

Nam-gyu grinned as he watched, then seated himself on the corner of the bed. He crossed his legs and looked down at the two men in front of him. It was a perfect sight. Did they know how pathetic they looked down there, waiting for orders like fucking dogs? He uncrossed his legs again, unzipping his pants. Immediately, their eyes dropped down. Nam-gyu licked his lips as he pushed his underwear down and pulled his dick out. A glance up told him that he definitely had their attention now. Dae-ho looked like he had never seen such a sight before, while Thanos was practically drooling. 

He carefully caressed his fingers up and down his length, sighing as he did so. He wanted to go rough, to throw himself back on the bed and arch his back as he fucked into his fist, but he controlled himself. He needed to teach those men a little patience. He put his tongue between his teeth as he wrapped his hand tighter around his length and started to pump. Immediately, a quiet moan left his lips, and Dae-ho’s lower lip got sucked into his mouth. With the next moan, Thanos’ grip on the floor tightened. It felt good, knowing how bad they wanted him, how hard it was for them to control themselves at the sight of him pleasing himself. 

With his other hand, he pushed his shirt up, all the way until his toned stomach and half of his chest was visible. Thanos twitched, as if he wanted to jump up to touch him, but remembered at the last second that he wasn’t allowed to. Nam-gyu circled his nipple with his fingers, just like he had done with Dae-ho. He chuckled as he glanced down at their faces again. If they had tails, they would be wagging now. Like really obedient fucking dogs when looking at a treat they really fucking wanted. 

A little pinch, and Nam-gyu groaned. “That feels really good…”, he mumbled and watched as the blush on their faces darkened. Now he could hardly hold back anymore. He laid down on the bed, his bed aligned with the edge of the bed and threw his head back as his hand picked up speed, moaning their names. First Dae-ho, then Thanos, then Dae-ho again. He felt it coming. Like an ever growing wall of pleasure he was about to run into head first. His body felt hot and cold as he imagined his chest to be touched by someone else, not him. That the hand he mercilessly pounded into was in fact Dae-ho’s throat. He could imagine it so clearly. Teary-eyed and pathetic, right there on the floor, with a cute little hard-on in his pants he wasn’t allowed to touch. He would be choking and moaning, confused and turned on. The imagine was enough. Nam-gyu didn’t need anything else. He gasped, arched his back and squeezed as he came all over his stomach. He whimpered and moaned, fuelled by the eyes he felt fixed on him. The hands he knew wanted nothing more than to touch him. 

When it was over, Nam-gyu sank down on the bed, sweaty and satisfied, giddy with adrenaline and dopamine. 

He looked over to the men on the floor, brushed a strand of wet hair from his forehead and chuckled. Both looked ready to cum into their fucking pants. “Thanos.”, he said, his voice raspy and used up. “Clean this up.” 

Thanos was up immediately, on his feet, on the bed, on top of Nam-gyu. He looked so good there, between his legs, his tongue stroking over his hot skin, licking up every last drop of cum from his stomach, dick and hands. Nam-gyu let out little pants and whimpers whenever Thanos brushed against his sensitive areas. He felt how those sounds encouraged him, how they made his tongue linger on Nam-gyu’s tip a little longer that necessary in the hopes of getting more of his sounds. And it worked. 

When he was cleaned up and Thanos rested between his legs, waiting patiently for more orders, Nam-gyu decided to finally let Dae-ho join in again as well. His head rolled over to him, and with nothing more than a sign of his fingers, Dae-ho got up onto shaky legs and got onto the bed as well. They were in perfect position now, Nam-gyu thought. Thanos was between his legs, Dae-ho above his head. They could use him like a fucking toy now, fuck him senseless like he had always wished it would be. But he needed a little rest before he could go again. 

He pushed Thanos out from between his legs and turned around on his stomach, lifting his ass up in the air. He chuckled at the look on Dae-ho’s face. “How many times can you cum, sweetie?” 

Dae-ho blushed, looked to the side and shrugged. 

“Oh really? How many times in a row have you tried yet?”, as he asked, he extended a hand and let a finger or two trace over her bulge in Dae-ho’s pants. He didn’t get an answer except for a little yelp. Nam-gyu sighed. “Well, looks like we gotta find out then. But don’t pass out after one, alright?”

He didn’t give Dae-ho the chance to reply. Instead, he got his second hand to his pants as well and opened them. “Thanos, you can grind if you want.”, he mumbled as he wiggled his ass. Immediately, there were hands on him. “But don’t you dare put it in. I’ll fucking bite it off.” Who’s he would bite off, he didn’t clarify. He didn’t know himself for sure. As he felt his ass being exposed by Thanos pulling his trousers down to grind himself against his ass, Nam-gyu took his time with Dae-ho. He slowly caressed his fingers over his underwear, placing little kisses on it and even craning his neck to place a little hickey right below his navel. It gained him a little moan and a hand in his hair. Good, he liked it when his hair was pulled. 

Right before he pulled down Dae-ho’s pants as well, he hesitated. “Thanos, make sure his mouth is covered. He’ll like it.” And with no further clarification, he pulled Dae-ho out of his pants and gave him a good, long lick from the base to the top. Dae-ho immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth, but Thanos was faster. He leaned forwards, dick already nestled firmly between Nam-gyu’s cheeks, and placed a sloppy kiss on his lips. Dae-ho made a surprised sound, but didn’t get very far, because by then, Nam-gyu already had his dick buried deep inside his throat.

Nam-gyu groaned as he felt the length sliding in and out of his throat. Dae-ho was definitely larger than he had expected, maybe even larger than Thanos. He fucking loved it. He bobbed his head back and forth, hearing nothing but the wet making-out sounds, mingled with the pathetic whining of Dae-ho and low groaning of Thanos. Behind him, he could feel Thanos growing more and more eager. Good. It wouldn’t take much longer. He had felt it himself, how addicting Dae-ho’s soft lips were. The second he had tasted them, he had wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off and fuck him into oblivion. And he knew Thanos worked the same way he did. 

It wasn’t a surprise when there was suddenly no warm figure behind him, slicking his ass with pre-cum, and the foreign object vanished from his throat. Satisfied, Nam-gyu sat up. Thanos and Dae-ho were in front of him, all up in each other. He just sat back and watched. 

More. Dae-ho needed more. If anyone had told him even just hours ago he would be in his bed, with Thanos on top of him mentally begging for more, he wasn’t sure what he would have said to them. Probably would have told them to stop making jokes that weren’t funny. But now here he was, his hands all up in his ridiculous purple hair, his middle rising from the bed to meet his, desperate for friction, for touch, for his touch. 

“Thanos…”, he moaned against the other man’s lips, who used the chance to bite them roughly, then drive his tongue into Dae-ho’s mouth. He was so different from Nam-gyu. So much rougher, wilder, like he didn’t care if Dae-ho wanted what he did. As if he could just take whatever it was he desired. And if Dae-ho had had the mental capacity at that moment, he would have realised that he didn’t mind in the slightest. That he wanted nothing more than for Thanos to take whatever it was he wanted. 

Dae-ho had been with women before, multiple times even, but none of them had been remotely like Thanos or Nam-gyu. For them, sex had been something nice and sweet, somehow still forbidden. Like a piece of chocolate before bed. For these guys on the other hand, it was almost like a game. Like drinking a pornstar martini before breakfast. Now that he thought about it, pornstar martini fit those two perfectly. Especially the pornstar part. 

A hand slid in between them, and Dae-ho groaned. It wrapped itself around his dick, pumping a few times before he felt something else against it. Warm, large, and it took him a second to realise it was Thanos’ dick, pressed against his own. Thanos pushed his legs in between Dae-ho’s, and then he moved back and forth, pressing them together, their dicks sliding along each other, causing a delicious sensation that made Dae-ho tear away from the kiss and moan loudly. His hands found their way to Thanos’s back, where he clawed himself in as Thanos rocked his body mercilessly, huffing and panting into Dae-ho’s ear like an animal. 

“Fuck, Dae-ho…”, he groaned, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. They were less accurate, the sweaty slickness between them making it harder for their lengths to stay connected. But it didn’t even matter anymore. Dae-ho’s head was spinning, his thoughts a jumbled mess. There was nothing there but Thanos, his breaths and groans, his tensed body and muscled back that Dae-ho must have scratched bloody by now. Then, like a punch to the gut, his vision whitened out. He threw his head back and whimpered as his entire body shook with pleasure. He felt like he was on fire, like the moment had stopped completely, and when Thanos bit himself into his neck and they came together, Dae-ho wasn’t sure he had ever felt this good.

His breath came in ragged little bursts when Thanos sat up and admired the mess that was Dae-ho. He grinned widely, put a hand on his stomach and smeared their combined cum around. Then he lifted his hand to his mouth and gave it a lick. With a little chuckle, he leaned back down to him and whispered in his ear, “You taste so good, Dae-ho.”

Dae-ho was speechless. What even did one reply to that? Thanks, you too? Because if he was being honest, Thanos’ lips had tasted really fucking good. Almost addicting. Then he did something he couldn’t believe ten seconds later. He reached out, grabbed Thanos cum-stained hand and licked them clean. The expression on Thanos’ face was priceless. It went from a calm smugness to a flustered shock, and Dae-ho decided to give his middle finger a longer suck than would have been necessary. The effect was immediate. Thanos groaned and his eyes fluttered close for a moment. “Fuck, Dae-ho, don’t make me reconsider my plans for the night. I wanted to fuck Nam-su until he forgot his name, but now you make me want to shove my cock down your throat.” Oh, right. Nam-gyu. His head snapped around to where the guy was on the bed, a winning smile on his face. Shit, had he planned this? Because why did he want both of them now. 

Nam-gyu, who had seen Dae-ho look over, crawled over to them. “You know, Thanos, you can do both of those things. I’m pretty sure this big baby won’t last much longer, so you might as well use him while you still can.” He reached them, and with no hesitation at all, Nam-gyu shoved his thumb into Dae-ho’s mouth. “You can fuck me after you’re done with him.”

A fire lighted in Thanos eyes, and Dae-ho could not believe this guy had just cum. He looked ready to go again, like one orgasm was nothing for him. If Dae-ho was being honest, he had never done more than one in a day. But now it looked like he would beat that record. Thanos had already slipped from between his legs and instead, Nam-gyu took his place, while Thanos was now the one hovering above his head. “Eh—right, you can’t talk when we do that…”, he mumbled and sat back. Dae-ho felt queasy. Were they not gonna tell him what the plan was? He had a pretty good idea of course. With Nam-gyu between his legs and Thanos at his head, he could paint the picture. But, was he really ready for that? He had kind of expected that he wouldn’t be in this part of the position—more like Thanos’ or Nam-gyu’s. And yet, when he thought about it, how it might feel to have both Nam-gyu and Thanos inside of him, he felt an embarrassing rush of blood into his lower regions. He shouldn’t be so excited so soon after cumming. And yet…

“Pinching your leg three times.” Two pairs of eyes laid themselves on him, and he immediately regretted saying anything. He was so exposed, with his pants halfway down and his half-hard dick and shirt drawn over his chest. He felt like a whore, like a cam-girl ready for shooting. God, why did that excite him so much?

To his surprise, Thanos nodded. “Yeah, that should work.” He already sat up, but Nam-gyu stopped him by raising his hand. 

“Dae-ho, you’ve never had it up the ass, right?” He asked it so casually, like they were discussing their favourite coffee order. He shook his head, unable to answer that question with his voice. “Okay, but do you want it? I won’t do it if you don’t. You have to be honest with me.” Now, he nodded. He did, he really did want it. But a nod wasn’t enough for Nam-gyu. “You need to say it. I won’t do it unless you’re one-hundred per cent sure. I don’t want you regretting this night.” He gave Dae-ho’s thighs a little caress as he spoke, and it almost had Dae-ho screaming out “YES!” as loud as he could. Instead, he took a deep breath and looked Nam-gyu right in the face. “Yes—I want it. I really do.”, his voice got quieter to the end, but it was enough for Nam-gyu. He nodded, and slowly took of Dae-ho’s trousers. It made him swallow. “I will talk you through it at first, alright? I will tell you exactly what I am doing, and you can tell me yellow or red should you need it. Don’t be shy with it. But for starters—lube?” 

Dae-ho nodded. He really hadn’t expected for Nam-gyu to be so respectful after what had already happened tonight. It seemed like while he let Thanos do whatever with him, he really did seem to pay attention to other people’s boundaries. Dae-ho had just needed to say them. “Uhm—nightstand, lower drawer. Condoms are in there too.” Thanos snorted behind him, gaining an angry glance from Nam-gyu. 

“What? I just think we’re past the point of condoms, man? He literally licked my cum. And both literally tested for STD’s not that long ago ‘cus you wanted that.” Nam-gyu sighed deeply and looked at Dae-ho again. 

“Do you want us to wear them? We will.” But Dae-ho shook his head firmly. Thanos was right. He was a guy, so there was no chance for him to get pregnant, and if either of them had had something, then Dae-ho would have gotten that as well by now. Nam-gyu kept looking at him intently for some time, as if he wondered if Dae-ho would change his mind, then nodded and got off the bed. 

When he returned with the lube, he slowly spread Dae-ho’s legs. “I will start by prepping you. For that, I will put my fingers in and slowly stretch you out. It will feel weird at first, might even hurt, but it will feel good after some time. Just again, don’t be shy to tell me to slow down.” Dae-ho bit his lip and nodded. He watched as Nam-gyu squirted some of the clear substance onto his fingers and warmed it up. He gave one last questioning glance up at Dae-ho, who gave a final nod. His heart was fluttering in his chest in excitement. This was really happening. When he felt the first finger against his hole, he instinctively tensed up. Immediately, Nam-gyu’s other hand was drawing soothing circles on his thigh, his finger not moving. At the same time, the bed behind him moved, and there were soft lips against his neck. He let out a little gasp and slowly felt his body relax. Another ten seconds, then the finger moved and slowly pushed inside. Nam-gyu had been right. It did feel weird and foreign. But at the same time, he could not stop a little groan from escaping his lips. It did feel really good. And when he slowly began moving his finger back and forth, curling it inside of him and fucking him with it, his hands tightened on the sheets. If a single finger felt this good, then how would he feel when… he moaned. A second finger had slipped inside, stretching him further. It hurt, kind of. It burned a little, his insides being stretched out like that. But at the same time, he craved more of it. He bit his lip and reached up to pull Thanos closer to him.

The other man obeyed easily, letting himself be redirected to Dae-ho’s lips. He moaned against them as Nam-gyu continued to work on him. Then suddenly, nothing. Emptiness. Dae-hi huffed and loosened himself from Thanos. “What—”, he started, but didn’t get any further. Nam-gyu had sat up and directed Dae-ho’s legs over his shoulders. “If you tap out on Thanos, I will stop too.” 

He gave a little nod, unable to stop a little flutter in his chest. It was time. Behind him, Thanos sat up as well, but Nam-gyu shot him an angry glance. “Let him get used to me first.” 

Thanos scoffed, “You always get all the fun, dude.”

Nam-gyu ignored him, his focus back on Dae-ho. “I will go slow at first, okay?” Dae-ho shivered when he felt Nam-gyu against his hole, moaned when he slowly pushed in. At least he wasn’t alone. Nam-gyu too bit his lip, his grip on Dae-ho’s legs tightening. “Ah shit—you’re tight.” With a long drawn whine, he pushed himself in fully. Dae-ho gasped, his entire body on fire with the intensity of the sensation. He was still feeling sensitive from his orgasm, and when after a short moment, Nam-gyu began to move, he felt like his head was spinning. Through grunts and praises, Dae-ho was sure he wouldn’t last long. He was rock hard again already and a knot was forming in his stomach.

He had completely forgotten about Thanos at this point. There was just Nam-gyu. His ragged breaths, his little whines, his desperate thrusts. That was, until a rough hand grabbed him by the throat and his eyes shot open to meet a grinning Thanos. He looked wicked, and when his thumb brushed over Dae-ho’s lips, he opened his mouth almost instinctively. “Just stay exactly as you are, pretty boy.”, he mumbled, and then he had already shoved his dick deep into his throat. He choked, trying his hardest to breathe through his nose as Thanos groaned above him. “Shit I was right, his throat feels fucking amazing.” 

“Told you, man… he’s fucking awesome.”, Nam-gyu replied, though his voice was slightly shaky. Next thing he heard, Nam-gyu gasped and his thrusts came to a halt. There were wet slurping sounds, but Dae-ho could not make out where they were coming from. All he heard was Nam-gyu whimpering in an almost pathetic way.

Then Thanos began to move in his throat. Except he did not start slow and steady the way Nam-gyu had. Instead he was rough from the very first thrust. Dae-ho gagged every time Thanos hit the back of his throat, then slipped past even deeper. Soon, Nam-gyu began moving again as well and the pleasure from both ends brought tears to Dae-ho’s eyes. In his position, he could do absolutely nothing but hold onto Thanos’ thighs for dear life and pray they wouldn’t tear him in two. 

His release hurried closer with every single one of their sloppy thrusts, an ever growing pressure inside of him. His body burned, pleasure shaking him. He could hardly even breathe, had no chance for a break. For a second, he thought he might die, and it excited him. He arched his back, allowing Nam-gyu to slide even deeper inside him. He pounded against his prostate again and again, until Dae-ho saw stars, and then it was all too much. If he could have screamed, he would’ve. But the dick inside his throat only allowed for a pathetic gurgle as his body trembled and came all over his stomach. He tensed as the feeling persisted, and heard Nam-gyu hiss from the sudden tightness. But neither of them stopped. 

Even after Dae-ho came and sacked down on the mattress like a useless, sweaty piece of meat, neither Thanos nor Nam-gyu stopped. If anything, they got faster, harder, and now, Dae-ho was sure he would actually die. 

“Just—hold on… I’m almost there…”, as if he had listened to his thoughts, he heard Nam-gyu speak. His nails dug deeper into Thanos’ thigh, and then Nam-gyu made a sound that for sure would make Dae-ho go to hell. At the same time, he felt a pulsing inside his ass, and Nam-gyu whimpered a little, “Cumming…” 

Now should have been the time when he cuddled up with Nam-gyu and they told each other how well they had done. Except there was Thanos, and he was still buried inside Dae-ho’s throat. “Hey Nam-su… can I cum in his ass too? I wanna see his fucking face.” 

Nam-gyu did not say anything, but he pulled out, leaving an emptiness inside him that made Dae-ho wish for nothing more than for Thanos to hurry the fuck up and fill him again. 

The light that met his eyes when Thanos pulled out of his throat stung. He chocked and coughed, but just like he had wished even just seconds before, Thanos wasted no time. Instead, he was between Dae-ho’s legs and turned him around so he lay on stomach. “Now open up, you slut.”, he groaned, and Dae-ho bit his lip. With Thanos’ help, since his legs felt like jelly, he raised his ass in the air and Thanos pushed in without warning. Dae-ho let out a ragged moan as the sensation of a new dick spread through him. Then there was a fist in his hair, and he was pulled up until his back almost connected to to Thanos’ chest. “Do you even know how fucking hot you are, Dae-ho?” 

He couldn’t believe he was hard again, but the way Thanos spoke to him, with his lips right against Dae-ho’s ear and an arm sneaking around his waists for stability as he fucked into him mercilessly made him unfurl. It must have been the quickest orgasm of his life as Thanos threw them both back down on the mattress and fucked into him like an animal. And with Thanos’ last thrust, it overcame Dae-ho and whatever was left in him spurted out against the mattress. 

Hours later, Dae-ho woke up. They had cleaned up, changed the sheets and carefully wiped themselves off any fluids, but all three of them had been to shower. Now Dae-ho felt groggy and still tired, but he was also sweaty and sticky and desperately in need of a shower. He looked to the side, where Thanos and Nam-gyu slept. One of Thanos’ arms had been around Dae-ho’ the other held Nam-gyu close. They looked so cute, sleeping like that. Not at all like crazy drug addicts or sex freaks. Just peaceful. Dae-ho felt a sudden warmth of affection for both of them. 

But before he explored those feelings any further, he forced himself out of bed and into the bathroom. He wasn’t wearing any clothes anyway, so he just grabbed a towel and hopped straight under the lukewarm water. 

He was currently in the process of shampooing his hair, when he noticed the door open. It was Nam-gyu, who walked in. Quickly, he turned the water off and opened the shower door. “Hey”, he said with a smile. To his surprise, Nam-gyu smiled back. An actual, genuine smile. It was something he wasn’t used to from Nam-gyu. 

“Can I join you?” 

Dae-ho shrugged and stepped to the side. “Sure, just uhm… let’s not—” Nam-gyu snorted and got in with him. 

“Trust me, I have about as much energy for that as you do. None.” They showered in silence after that. Dae-ho helped him wash his hair, and when they were done, he handed him a towel. But the entire time, Dae-ho had the feeling that something was up. Nam-gyu avoided his eyes, only answered shortly, and blushed whenever Dae-ho touched him somewhere. In the end, he sighed and directed him to the living room instead of the bed. “I’ll get us something to drink, then we can have a talk, alright?” 

Nam-gyu agreed, and so he grabbed them some clothes and even went out of his way to make them both some hot chocolate. When he returned, Nam-gyu was on his phone, but looked up when he walked in. 

“Do you want to talk about this?”, he asked gently. Nam-gyu sighed, but nodded. 

“Here’s the thing… I think I like you, Dae-ho. Not just because we had some damn amazing sex earlier. I mean—that too, but I just really like you. But I also like Thanos. I don’t think I could be with you and not him. But I also don’t just want to be with you when I’m mad at Thanos. That just won’t work for any of us. Especially because Thanos gets jealous really fucking easily, and I don’t want you to get hurt because I fuck up.” Nam-gyu was on a roll now, the words falling from his mouth in a way that made hardly any sense. But Dae-ho let him. He needed to let all these confusing feelings out. 

When he was finally done, he sunk back against the couch, hands over his face. 

“So, you don’t want this to be just a one-time threesome, right? You want more than that.” 

“Dae-ho I genuinely think there won’t be a day in my life where I won’t think about today. Why did no one ever tell me how fucking amazing you are in bed?” Dae-ho blushed. Had he really been that good? Not that it mattered now. He knew what he was about to suggest would change everything in his life. But he knew he would regret it if he never asked. 

“So—why don’t we try to be in a relationship? You know—the three of us.” Nam-gyu’s head snapped around. He looked shocked, like he couldn’t believe Dae-ho was actually suggesting that. But then his face softened. “We could go on a couple dates, just to see how it works. If not, fine, but maybe—I mean…” 

But Nam-gyu nodded. “Let’s discuss this with Thanos tomorrow, but I hardly think he would mind. Just watch out, he will get protective of you, too.” 

“And the fight between you two? I mean… I heard some pretty bad things.” Nam-gyu sighed and took a sip from his drink. 

“I think having you there will help tame him a little.”, he said it with a smile, and Dae-ho’s heart jumped a little. Maybe this would actually work out. 

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A year had passed since the night Dae-ho had spent with Thanos and Nam-gyu. Now he was in the car, a massive weight off his shoulders. The morning after, they had confronted Thanos with their idea. He had been into his before they had even finished speaking, and ever since then, they had gone on dates whenever they had the time. A couple months ago then, they had made it official. 

Their circle had responded fairly well to it, although Se-mi had pulled him to the side afterwards and asked if he was really fine with it. She had mentioned the way they could be sometimes, and that he had to take care of himself too, that he shouldn’t be talked into taking drugs or doing something he wasn’t comfortable with, and he had promised her he would watch out. 

Over the time, he had found out that Thanos actually really loved conversation. While he might have looked an addict with a sex problem at first glance, and Dae-ho had been kind of nervous to be alone with him at first, he soon realised that when it came down to it, Thanos was actually really nice. They talked about their past, and Thanos revealed that on the day he had cheated on Nam-gyu, he had actually been pressured by the girl. She had also taken the picture of them and uploaded it on Thanos’ socials. But before he could talk to Nam-gyu about it, he had already left. And from there on, the fight had only escalated. Thanos also admitted that he had things in his life, to himself as well as Nam-gyu and others, that couldn’t be fixed in any way. 

“Let’s just hope I don’t mess up with you, right? You’re damn cool, Dae-ho.”, he had said then, and kissed him. 

Right now, though, Dae-ho was on his way back to his apartment after paying his parents a visit. He had been so nervous about telling them of his new relationship with not just one, but two guys at the same time, but just like their friends, they hadn’t minded it much. Of course, he had gotten the usual questions as well as some awkward moments of silence after telling them, but lots of explaining had settled most of it. In the end, his mother had hugged him tight and told him that no matter what he did, she would always be there for him and love him. The kind of substances his new boyfriends took he had left out, though. That would have been too much.

He smiled to himself as he pulled into the parking lot and turned his car off. Right here, their relationship had started months ago. With Thanos pushing him against the side of the car and asking him what the fuck his business was with Nam-gyu. Now they shared him every night. And while he still couldn’t get over the fact that Thanos had sampled both of their moans in one of his songs a couple weeks back, he had shrugged it off, calling it payback for that night and that he should be lucky he hadn’t used Dae-ho’s sex-face as the cover. 

When he arrived at the apartment, there was already talking inside. While they didn’t officially live together yet, Thanos and Nam-gyu spent most of their free time there anyway. They had said it was the biggest, and that most their clothes were there now anyway. Thanos even had one of his laptops and a shitty microphone there now. 

“Dude! Dae-ho will be home any minute now! Will you hurry the fuck up?”, as the first thing he heard when he pushed the door open. He had to suppress a sigh. What did the idiots do now? He closed the door behind him, the handle slipping from his hand. The door shut harder than he had intended it to, the voices dying down immediately. 

“Uhm, Nam-gyu? Thanos?”, he asked, unsure if he was actually interrupting something. Immediately, Thanos shot into his field of vision. He was wearing a suit. And while Dae-ho certainly didn’t mind, Thanos looked fucking amazing in a suit, there was definitely nothing more out of character for him. Even to their fancy dinners or important meetings Thanos wore sweatpants and some stupid graphic tee that got them stared at. So what could be important enough for him to put one on? 

Thanos grinned and pushed a kiss on Dae-ho’s lips, leaving him confused and flustered. “You look like you could use some relaxation, Dae-hyun.” He rolled his eyes. After some time, Thanos had started calling him Dae-hyun instead, just like he called Nam-gyu, Nam-su. Why, he had never explained.

”Yeah, uh, I could.”, he replied, his mind already going to whatever crazy sex toy these idiots might have ordered behind his back. But when he got to the livingroom, his mouth fell open. The entire room was dimly lit, a few candles here and there, and Nam-gyu sat at the table, his hands folded neatly on the surface. There was an envelope in the middle, which Thanos signalled for Dae-ho to open. He himself slid into the seat next to Nam-gyu, and they exchanged what might have been a nervous glance. He couldn’t believe it. What could be so important that even Thanos would be nervous? That guy was never nervous. Not even when he released new songs. So he sat down in front of them and picked up the envelope. “I can?”, he asked, and they nodded. 

He gulped, then carefully slid his finger between the paper, successfully opening the envelope. What he pulled out made his heart skip a beat. It was a receipt for the most beautiful, most expensive hotel he had ever seen. No wonder the actual price was blacked out. It was booked for three people. “Thanos wanted Vegas, but I thought Greece might be a better idea.”, Nam-gyu mumbled. Dae-ho understood absolutely nothing. A holiday for the three of them?

”But—why?”, he whispered, “I mean, yes, I would love to go on vacation with you two, but—”

A smile flashed across Thanos’ face. “Well, we need somewhere to go for our honeymoon, don’t we?” What happened next was something Dae-ho was sure he wouldn’t forget, even in death. The picture of both of them getting up, walking around the table, each pulling out a little jewellery box and going down on one knee in front of him. 

“We thought since you’re marrying two guys, you might need two rings, too.”