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The only sound filling the otherwise quiet night were Thanos's footsteps on the bridge. This time, he was done with it. He was going to jump, and nobody could stop him. His music career failed, his drug addiction is getting worse, he's in debt, his family doesn't ever call him and his friends are all too high to give a fuck. He didn't have any more reasons to live. It was about time.
"Hey, dude! The fuck you think you're doing?"
Thanos turns around. 'There he is, my little savior,' He thought for a moment. Then he thought a bit more. Who does this guy think he is, coming up here to interrupt his plan? He lifts his foot and puts in on the bridge's wall.
Just before he couldn't lift his other foot and let himself fall into the water beneath, ready to drown to his sorry death, he finds himself pulled by the hem of his shirt, falling on the ground.
"Ow! That hurt, you know? Who do you think you are?" Yelling at him not to jump is one thing, but physically holding him back is another. Now Thanos is just pissed.
"That hurt, huh? And drowning to death wouldn't hurt, right? What were you trying to do?" The black haired man asks, and a moment later Thanos realizes it's the guy from the nightclub who'd sometimes give him free drinks and let him get away with taking all sorts of drugs, even though he'd be legally required to call the cops.
"What's it seem like I was trynna do? Why'd you intervene? You don't got any reason to do that, my boy. Just keep walking and let me do my thing, okay?"
"No way, dude. C'mon, you're Thanos! You can't let your fans down like that. You think a rapper like you deserves such a shitty death?" He said half-heartedly, as of he was poking fun at Thanos's failed career.
He was right though. If he's to die, he needs a great death, one that will mark people forever.
"Fine, I'm not jumping tonight. I'll die in a more fun way, like jumping out of an airplane and not opening my parachute or something. Happy?"
"Yeah, I guess. You remember me, right? From the club. I'd get you drinks and drugs, so you owe me. I don't need money though. Just promise you're not gonna kill yourself anytime soon, alright?
Whatever. Thanos nods. "Yeah, I know you. Namsu, right?"
"Namgyu," he corrects.
"Yeah, yeah, Namgyu. Okay, I'll try to keep alive but I'm not promising shit."
"Fine with me. Lets just get off the bridge, okay?"
And so they do. They sit down on the edge of the road, smoking cigarettes. Normally Thanos would prefer his vape, but he didn't bring it so he has to manage with Namgyu's shitty, strong and bitter cigarettes. Oh, how he misses his cotton candy sprinkles dream flavored vape.
"What was all that about?" Namgyu asks, which prompts Thanos to start yapping about every thing that went wrong in his life.
"And so, I asked myself: why keep living? You get me, my boy? So i thought I should just jump, end everything once and for all," Thanos finally finishes.
"Seems to me that you just need something to take the edge off."
"Like?"
"Let me suck you off, how about that?"
Thanos's breath catches in his throat. Well, who is he to deny a well-deserved blowjob.
"Alright, slut. Here, now?" Namgyu nods. Thanos shrugs and starts to rub himself through his underwear, closing his eyes and trying to recall all his favorite fantasies, all while attempting to ignore the loud sound of cars driving past them.
When he opens his eyes, Namgyu is on his knees, ready for whatever comes next. Thanos's lowers his pants just enough to let his half-hard dick come out and rest in front of Namgyu's face, to which he immediately opens his mouth and licks along its length, pressing a kiss when his mouth finds the tip.
Thanos whines a little, grabbing a handful of black hair and pulling him so that his cock is firmly in his mouth, the warm, wet feeling making his breath hitch. Finally, Namgyu starts going up and down the length of his dick, sucking him off like his life depends on it.
Thanos looks forward at the cars driving past them. Some drivers are looking straight ahead, some turn their head for just a second to get a better view of what was going on.
That excited Thanos so, so much. To finally be seen. All these people looking at him while he was getting sucked off, probably jealous that he's got a cute guy in his pants, sucking him off with such passion. Thanos felt so exposed. That just made him harder.
He looks down at Namgyu, pulling his hair again, looking straight into those black, beady eyes that filled with tears as his cock was filling his mouth and going down his throat, making him gag as he started thrusting in his mouth. And still, even through Thanos's harsh thrusts, Namgyu didn't hesitate circling his dick with his tongue — as well as he could, given the situation. Eventually, Thanos lets go of his hair, letting him breathe for a moment. When he looks down, Namgyu is stroking his own cock through his black jeans.
Thanos found that so hot. The way only sucking him off got Namgyu so horny. Gently, he cups Namgyu's cheek and drags him closer to his cock, which he slaps against his lips. Namgyu gets the message and opens his mouth, giving slow licks to the tip before flicking his tongue over it as fast as he could. Thanos whimpers, and Namgyu starts sucking on the tip, this time slow and steady, like he was trying to milk the cum out of Thanos's balls.
And god, was it working. Thanos felt his release approaching with every steady suck and every circle drawn with Namgyu's tongue over his tip. He grabs his hair and pulls him until his nose is on his belly, cumming straight down Namgyu's throat, not giving a shit about all the people watching.
When Namgyu pulls his head back, the cold night air straight against his once hot dick make him shiver uncomfortably as he pulls his pants back up. The sun was starting to rise. It was quite the beautiful view. Maybe he'll live one more day. Just maybe. After all, he needs to go to the club tonight and return the favor.