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The scene in Thanos's luxurious apartment was one of debauchery and revelry. Thanos himself was sprawled languidly on one of his plush, deep grey couches, a bottle of expensive whiskey dangling loosely from his fingers that he was occasionally sipping from. Namgyu sat huddled beside him, nursing a glass of clear liquid that likely contained far more vodka than mixer. Gyeongsu and Minsu occupied the other couch, engaged in a heated debate that was growing increasingly slurred and incoherent with each passing minute and each empty shot glass added to the cluttered coffee table. The large windows offered a breathtaking view of the glittering city lights, but none of them seemed particularly interested in the scenery, too focused on the alcohol and each other.
In the midst of the drunken chaos, Minsu remained largely unaffected, his senses still sharp despite the group's best efforts to get him as intoxicated as the rest of them. They had managed to force at least one shot down his throat, but beyond that, he stubbornly refused to indulge further.
“Minsu-ah! You're wrong!” Gyeongsu launched into another inebriated tirade, his words slurring together in an incomprehensible mess. Minsu couldn't help but let out a small, amused giggle. “I'm not wrong, you're wrong,” he retorted, his voice clearer and more concise compared to the drunken ramblings.
Thanos slumped further into the cushions, his eyelids drooping as he mumbled, “M'bored…” His voice was thick with exhaustion and intoxication. He turned his head slightly, his lips curling into a lazy pout. “Namsu, m'boooooreddd,” he whined, dragging out the syllables like a child. Namgyu, still sitting curled up beside him, lazily tilted his head to the side, his eyes half-lidded and glazed over from the drinks. He gave a slow, crooked smirk, the kind that hinted at mischief and affection in equal measure. “Have another drink,” he suggested, lifting his own cup to his lips and taking a slow sip.
Thanos lifted his arm, holding up the nearly empty bottle of whiskey. “I already got a... whole freakin' bottle, man,” he informed him, his words slurred. “That's not empty,” the younger man pointed out, his voice tinged with amusement as he watched him. Thanos suddenly perked up, his grin wide and slightly unhinged. “Well why don't you help me then?” he demanded, gesturing at him imperiously with the bottle. Namgyu rolled his eyes, a wry smile playing on his lips. “That shit tastes like piss,” he declared, scrunching up his face in distaste.
Thanos laughed, a mocking, teasing sound. “You're so lame,” he hissed, taking another long swig directly from the bottle. Namgyu just giggled, watching him with an intensity that bordered on fascination. “Hm… Have Minsu help you,” he suggested after a moment, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the other couch where the other two were still engaged in their boisterous conversation and laughter.
Thanos's voice cut through the noise of the room as he called out, “Minsu-ah!” Both men on the other couch turned to look at him, Gyeongsu's face slack and glazed over with intoxication. Thanos levered himself up onto his elbows, the whiskey bottle held out invitingly. “Need your help finishing this,” he said, his words slightly slurred but still carrying an edge of demand. Gyeongsu just guffawed, clearly amused by the request, while Minsu shook his head vehemently, his protests coming out slightly mumbled. “I don't want any..”
Gyeongsu clapped a hand on Minsu's arm, tutting in disapproval. “Have some, bro!” he urged. He struggled to his feet, stumbling slightly before steadying himself. With a determined glint in his eye, he bent down to retrieve his own abandoned cup from the table and drained it in one long gulp. Then, weaving slightly, he made his way over to Thanos. “Gimme,” he said, reaching out a hand for the bottle. Namgyu burst out laughing at the sight, his own intoxication making him giggle uncontrollably. “You're gonna fall,” he teased, pointing at their friend's unsteady stance.
“Gimme the bottle, bro, c'monnnn,” Gyeongsu giggled out. Thanos just chuckled, handing it over with a knowing look. “You're crazy, my boy,” he said, his tone fond rather than critical. Gyeongsu grinned widely, his eyes shining with mischief as he accepted the bottle from Thanos. He eagerly made his way back to Minsu, plopping down beside him clumsily and attempting to bring the bottle to the smaller man's lips. “Have a sip,” he urged, his voice persuasive despite his own inebriation. But Minsu simply shook his head, his protests coming out as a whiny complaint. “Gyeongsu-ah, no, I don't want any,” he mumbled, clearly unwilling to indulge. He hated drinking - both the way it made him feel and the horrible, bitter taste.
As Namgyu watched Gyeongsu plead with Minsu, continuously trying to bring the bottle to their friend's mouth, an idea started forming in his head. Thanos had said that he was bored, right?... How about a game?... “Hey Minsu,” he chirped out. Everyone turned their heads to look at him. He had a devilish smirk plastered across his face. “I dare you to finish the bottle,” he said. In reality, there wasn't much left in the bottle, so it really wasn't much of a dare. But surely things would now spiral.
Both Gyeongsu and Thanos started giggling, extremely excited in their drunkenness. Minsu frowned. “I don't even like whiskey,” he whined. “Tough shit,” Namgyu said, his tone unyielding. “Don't be a pussy, my boy,” Thanos chimed in, his smile wild and bold. “C'monnnn!” Gyeongsu exclaimed, bouncing up and down in his seat. “Have a sip, have a sip, have a sip, sip, sip,” he started chanting in a playful, sing-song tone, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Minsu huffed as he reluctantly took the bottle. “You guys are mean,” he said, his voice tinged with annoyance. “Nah, man, we're fun!” Thanos replied, his grin never wavering. “Not our fault you didn't invite your girlfriend to save you,” Namgyu added, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he referred to Semi, their other friend. “She's not my girlfriend,” Minsu protested softly, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Just drink it!” Gyeongsu insisted, grabbing Minsu's hand and forcing the bottle up to his lips.
Minsu relented, putting his head back as he tilted the bottle up, gulping down the remaining liquid. The three other men watched with big, triumphant smiles, clearly pleased with themselves for convincing him to drink. When he finally finished, he brought the bottle down, his face all scrunched up as he swallowed. He winced, the liquor burning its way down his throat, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “How's it taste?” Namgyu asked teasingly, his voice laced with mock concern. “Shut up,” Minsu muttered in response, his tone grumpy but lacking real malice. Despite his dislike for the beverage, he seemed more annoyed by their antics than genuinely upset.
“So we're daring people to do shit, huh?” Thanos asked, his voice slurred but full of energy as he sat up a bit straighter, his purple hair falling into his eyes. “I'm not drinking anymore,” Minsu said, leaning forward to place the empty bottle on the table with a soft thud. “That's nasty,” he added, his face twisted in distaste as he shook his head. “I told you so,” Namgyu retorted, turning to Thanos with a smug expression, glad that someone agrees that the drink tastes gross. The older man responded with a theatrical, mocking ‘blah blah blah’ sound, sticking his tongue out at him.
“Wait, I wanna do one,” Gyeongsu said, his voice rising above the general chatter, his eyes alight with manic excitement. “One more shot, guys, c'mon!” He pushed himself off the couch and onto his knees in front of the coffee table, his movements clumsy but determined. With a greedy grin, he grabbed one of the bottles that still had liquor inside, his fingers fumbling slightly as he unscrewed it. He lined up three shot glasses, filling each one to the brim with amber liquid and pushing them toward the group. “C'mon!” he shouted, his enthusiasm infectious.
If it wasn't already obvious, Gyeongsu fucking loved to party. He and Thanos had become fast friends at Club Pentagon, where they'd both been loud, unpredictable, and completely untamed - crashing through the night like they owned it. And of course, Namgyu had been the one serving them drinks.
The three men clinked their glasses together, the sharp sound loud in the otherwise quiet room. Some of the potent liquid spilled out, leaving wet spots on the surface of the table. Then, in unison, they threw back the shots, their throats working as they swallowed the fiery liquor. All of them winced at the burn, Thanos letting out a strangled little cough as it hit the back of his throat. “Mm. I thought by ‘I wanna do one’ you meant you wanted to dare someone,” Thanos said as he put the glass down with a clunk, his voice strained and rough from the shot. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes watering slightly.
Gyeongsu looked over at him, his eyes glazed and unfocused, his jaw slack as he struggled to process the conversation. He was very clearly the most intoxicated of the group. “Oh,” he said, blinking slowly. “W-Well, yeah! Yeah, I can do one of those too!” he declared, hauling himself back up onto the couch with exaggerated effort. He swayed slightly as he sat, looking between his three friends, pondering who to target. After a moment, he settled on Namgyu, turning his body to face him with a lopsided grin. “Namgyu,” he said, his words running together slightly, “Truth or dare.” Namgyu giggled, shaking his head. “Dude, it's not truth or dare, you just tell me to do somethi-” He stopped himself short, taking a breath. It wasn't worth arguing over, he was too fucked up to realize his mistake. “Dare,” Namgyu responded, sniffling his nose.
Gyeongsu's intoxicated mind raced frantically, his glazed eyes darting around the room as he tried desperately to come up with a suitable dare. His tongue poked out slightly as he concentrated, brows furrowed. “Chop, chop, my boy,” Thanos urged, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. “Ummm…” Gyeongsu mumbled softly, his gaze landing on the table. Suddenly, inspiration struck. “Do... do a... um... do a shot! With no hands!” he declared, grinning proudly at his own cleverness. Namgyu raised his eyebrows, feeling a twinge of disappointment. He'd been hoping for something more challenging. Thanos tutted, cocking his head. “Bro. That's easy as fuck,” he commented.
Namgyu snickered as he clambered down onto his knees in front of the table, the alcohol making his movements clumsy. He refilled his shot glass with shaky hands, then clasped his hands together and placed them behind his lower back. Leaning down, he wrapped his lips around the rim of the glass, pursing them tightly. With a swift jerk of his head, he threw it back, the liquor pouring down his throat. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed convulsively, some of the liquid escaping the corners of his mouth to trickle down his chin. Thanos watched intently, his breath catching in his throat at the sight.
Gyeongsu let out a drunken little laugh, clapping his hands together excitedly. Minsu, however, just scrunched his eyebrows together, confusion evident on his face as he watched the proceedings. To him, this all seemed utterly ridiculous - grown men acting like idiots, like college freshmen on spring break. He couldn't fathom how they found this entertaining.
Thanos swallowed thickly as Namgyu started crawling back towards him, watching with rapt attention as he climbed back onto the couch with a soft grunt. He cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “Um. Who's next?” he asked, glancing around at the group. But before anyone else could respond, Namgyu immediately piped up. “Me,” he declared, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. He turned his gaze to Minsu, studying the clear discomfort and disapproval etched across his face. He reveled in it, loving the way they all could so easily rattle the smaller man. But instead of singling Minsu out, as everyone likely expected, he surprised them all by choosing… “Gyeongsu.”
The youngest member of the group, Gyeongsu, turned to face him with a dopey, happy grin plastered across his face. “Truth or dare?” Namgyu asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. Without hesitation, Gyeongsu blurted out, “Dare!” Namgyu's lips curled into a wicked smirk as he began to formulate his challenge. “I dare you to…” He paused dramatically, scanning the room for inspiration. His gaze landed on the large balcony doors to the right of the room and a silly, childish idea took shape in his brain. “...Take your clothes off and go stand on the balcony.”
Gyeongsu giggled drunkenly, eagerly standing up and starting to tug at his shirt, attempting to pull it up over his head. However, Minsu quickly intervened, rising to his feet and physically stopping Gyeongsu's efforts. “No, no, no. You're not doing that. You're gonna fall right over the ledge,” he stated firmly, concern etched on his face. Thanos, of course, found the whole situation hilarious, bursting into laughter. “C'monnnn, man, he'll be fine!” he cajoled. Gyeongsu, stubborn in his inebriated state, insisted, “M'not gonna fall!” As if to prove Minsu's point, he stumbled slightly, grabbing onto him for support.
“You just almost fell right here. Sit down,” Minsu said, keeping his voice soft. With a dramatic groan, Gyeongsu allowed him to guide him back down onto the couch, plopping down heavily. “Don't be such a party pooper,” Thanos chuckled, clearly amused by the whole exchange. Minsu stood his ground, his brow furrowed with worry. “He's gonna get hurt if he does that,” he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument. The tension in the air was palpable as Namgyu seized the opportunity to turn the tables, fixing Minsu with a piercing stare. “Fine. Your turn then. Truth or dare?” he challenged, a wicked gleam in his eye.
Minsu shook his head, his voice quiet as he muttered, “I'm not playing.” He sat back down next to Gyeongsu with a clenched jaw, trying to distance himself from the situation. “Minsu-ah. Truth or dare?” Namgyu called out again, mimicking a mock serious expression. Thanos draped his arm over Namgyu's shoulders and pulled him closer, flush against his side on the couch. “He's not gonna stop 'til you answer, bro,” he informed their friend amusedly. Namgyu melted into the contact, leaning into his touch, a smug smile playing on his lips as he drew out the words once more. “Truuuuth or daaaaare,” he exaggeratedly sang out, his eyes boring into Minsu's, daring him to refuse again.
Minsu let out a frustrated huff, clearly annoyed by the persistent demands. “Truth,” he relented, his voice tight with resignation. Gyeongsu, limp on the couch with his head thrown back, eyes closed, whispered, “Lame.” Minsu looked over at him with a simple, “Shut up,” while Thanos chimed in with his own assessment. “Boring,” he mumbled, nuzzling his nose into the side of Namgyu's head affectionately. Meanwhile, Namgyu's intoxicated mind was working overtime, a wicked gleam in his eye as he pondered the perfect question to ask.
He licked his lips slowly before he finally hissed the words out. “Are you a virgin?” Gyeongsu immediately perked up at that, lifting his head with sudden interest while Thanos snorted and chuckled into Namgyu's hair. Minsu's face flushed a delicate shade of pink as he shifted slightly in his seat, clearly flustered by the personal query. “No…” he mumbled softly, his voice barely audible. Namgyu pounced on his hesitation, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “It's called truth for a reason,” he teased, accusing him of fabricating his response.
Minsu's voice came out whiny and defensive as he protested, “I'm not lying!” Despite his insistence, it was clear to everyone present that he wasn't being entirely truthful. Namgyu seized upon this inconsistency, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he retorted, “People who aren't virgins don't take that long to answer.” Thanos leaned in closer, whispering “Be nice,” into Namgyu's ear. “Tell him to tell the truth,” Namgyu demanded, jabbing a finger in Minsu's direction. Gyeongsu, his head lolling to the side, fixed Minsu with a soft, nonjudgmental gaze and asked simply, “Are you?”
“I- I don't… I don't know..” Minsu stuttered, shaking his head in denial, but his words came out as a weak mumble. The implication was crystal clear to everyone present. Namgyu couldn't resist needling him further, a snicker escaping his lips as he quipped, “Semi's never given it up?” Thanos, ever the peacemaker, gently slapped his thigh, silently urging him to ease up. Curiosity getting the better of him, Namgyu continued to ask, “You ever even kissed anyone?” Minsu's face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson, embarrassment radiating off him in waves as he fidgeted nervously with his hands in his lap. “Stop,” he said, clearly uncomfortable with the line of questioning.
Namgyu's eyes widened with amusement and excitement at his dismissal, sitting up straighter on the couch. “Really?” he asked, his voice filled with disbelief and mirth at the revelation of his inexperience. Thanos gently chided his companion. “You're breaking ‘truth or dare’ rules, my boy. It's only supposed to be one question,” he pointed out, his tone patient yet firm. Namgyu, not wanting to push his luck, slumped back into the embrace of the older man with a dismissive, “Whatever,” his enthusiasm somewhat dampened.
Just as things seemed to settle down, Namgyu's expression suddenly lit up with renewed mischief and excitement. He turned his attention back to Gyeongsu, who had been quietly observing the exchange between them. “Gyeongsu!” he called out, his voice carrying a playful challenge. Gyeongsu, drawn out of his drunken sleepiness by the sound of his name, turned to face him with bleary eyes. “What?” he asked. Namgyu smiled widely, clearly reveling in the chance to take control once more. “Truth or dare?” he offered, knowing full well which option his inebriated friend would choose.
Gyeongsu's face lit up with unbridled joy as the spotlight returned to him, his alcohol-addled brain thrilled to be the center of attention once more. He sat up ramrod straight, chanting with childlike enthusiasm, “Dare, dare, dare, dare!” Namgyu's smile grew wider, a wicked glint in his eye. With a satisfied sigh, he declared with a smirk, “I dare you to kiss Minsu.” The words hung in the air, heavy with implications and the promise of awkwardness to come.
Gyeongsu and Minsu both whipped their heads around to stare at each other with wide eyed expressions. Minsu quickly muttered, “No,” his face the color of a tomato now. Thanos let out a soft, amused chuckle, planting a gentle kiss on the side of Namgyu's head in silent praise for orchestrating this delightfully awkward scenario. “Minsu-ah,” Gyeongsu slurred, scooting closer to his target with single minded determination fueled by liquid courage. “M'not backing down from a dare,” he declared, his words slightly garbled.
Minsu placed a gentle hand on Gyeongsu's chest, leaning back slightly as the other man drew near. Gyeongsu let out a petulant whine, his bottom lip jutting out into an adorable pout as he stared at Minsu with hazy, pleading eyes. “Please,” he breathed, his voice low and enticing despite the slight slur and strong smell of liquor on his breath. Minsu's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes wide with shock and uncertainty. His breath caught in his throat at the intensity of Gyeongsu's gaze and the breathy quality of his plea.
“Hyung.” Gyeongsu's voice took on a whining, pleading tone, using his puppy dog eyes. “Hyung, please. Don't make me lose,” he begged softly, his words filled with desperation. Minsu swallowed hard, his heart racing at the confusing mix of emotions that Gyeongsu's proximity and pleas were stirring within him. He didn't quite understand these new feelings, but they made his palms sweat and his stomach flutter.
Emboldened by the alcohol and his friend's hesitation, Gyeongsu leaned in even closer, his fists gripping the fabric of Minsu's shirt tightly. “Let me kiss you,” he murmured, his warm breath ghosting over Minsu's skin.
Minsu found himself nodding almost imperceptibly, barely even registering the action himself. In a flash, Gyeongsu closed the remaining distance, capturing his lips in a clumsy, but passionate kiss. Minsu's eyes remained wide open initially, his entire body stiffening in surprise and nervousness. But as Gyeongsu began to move his lips insistently against his, something inside him seemed to melt away. His eyes fluttered closed, long lashes brushing against his cheeks as he tentatively began to return the kiss. He moved his lips awkwardly at first, unsure of what he was doing, but gradually gained confidence as he mimicked Gyeongsu's movements. The kiss was far from perfect, but there was a certain sweet innocence to its clumsiness.
Namgyu let out a soft giggle, tilting his head back to look up at Thanos with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Look what you did,” the older man hissed playfully, grinning down at his companion. Namgyu's attention drifted back to the spectacle unfolding before them - Minsu and Gyeongsu locked in an awkward but heated liplock. A smile played across his lips as he observed the scene. “Good. That fucking loser needs some action,” he remarked teasingly, clearly amused and perhaps a touch envious of the unexpected romantic development.
Minsu's thoughts raced, his mind reeling from the overwhelming sensations and the sheer unexpectedness of the situation. Despite the acrid taste of alcohol that coated Gyeongsu's tongue, he found himself unable to pull away, craving more of this forbidden contact. Gyeongsu, lost in a haze of liquor and newfound desire, focused intently on the fuzzy warmth spreading through his body and the electric tingle of kissing someone so familiar, yet now so thrillingly unfamiliar. There was no skill or coordination to their kisses, just a messy, desperate mashing of lips and tongues as they both stumbled through this new territory, driven by primal instinct rather than technique.
Thanos chuckled lowly, his eyes roaming appreciatively over the sight on his sofa. “I bet he's already hard,” he mused, knowing the effect such a charged moment could have on a man's body, especially a virgin. Namgyu barked out a laugh in agreement, fully aware of the likelihood of Minsu's growing arousal. And of course they weren't wrong - Minsu could feel the stiffness beginning to strain against the confines of his pants as his mouth worked against Gyeongsu's.
Namgyu tilted his head back once more to gaze up at Thanos, a playful gleam in his eye. “Can I have one?” he asked boldly. Thanos quirked an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “One what, my boy?” Their relationship was complex - not quite dating, but certainly more than just friends. It was a grey area, a 'friends with benefits' situation that blurred the lines. “A kiss,” Namgyu answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Say please,” Thanos taunted lightly. The younger man huffed, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated manner, but the curve of his smile betrayed his amusement. “Please?”
“C'mere. Sit up,” Thanos beckoned, his voice soft. Namgyu immediately complied, straightening his posture and swiveling to face him directly, their faces mere inches apart. “Hey Namsu?” Thanos prompted, his voice low and playful. The smaller man just released a soft hum of curiosity. “Truth or dare?” Thanos proposed, his grin growing wider. Namgyu let out a light, melodic chuckle. “Dare,” he declared without any hesitation.
“I triple dog dare you to kiss me,” Thanos said, his tone playful and teasing, knowing full well that a direct challenge wasn't at all necessary to prompt such an act between them. Namgyu merely snorted softly, amusement dancing in his eyes as he leaned in, closing the remaining distance between them. Their lips met in a slow, tender kiss, one that spoke of familiarity and affection. Thanos hummed contentedly, tilting his head to deepen the connection as his large hands came up to cup Namgyu's face, his thumbs gently caressing the delicate skin of his cheekbones.
Gyeongsu and Minsu finally broke apart, their lips flushed and swollen, chests heaving as they fought to catch their breaths. For a moment, neither moved - just staring at each other in stunned silence, the air thick with unspoken tension and confusion. Minsu opened his mouth to speak, but no coherent words came out - only a choked, breathless sound as he struggled to process everything.
Gyeongsu inhaled raggedly, his eyes wide and vulnerable. “Do you…?” he whispered, trailing off. “Can I…?” His voice cracked, lost in a jumble of raw emotion and drunken fumbling. “..I wanna kiss you again,” he confessed, his voice hoarse and uneven, the words tumbling out in a rush. Minsu inhaled sharply, his heart pounding in his chest as his mind spun wildly. It felt good. It felt right. And despite the chaos, he knew, deep down, he wanted more. So he gave another small nod. And Gyeongsu didn't waste a second. With a sudden, almost desperate urgency, he lunged forward, pressing their mouths together again. Their lips met with a clumsy collision, their teeth clacking together in a brief, awkward clash.
Without breaking the kiss, Gyeongsu shifted, climbing onto Minsu's lap with a fluid, almost animalistic grace. Minsu let out a soft, surprised gasp as he settled against him, the other man's weight pressing into his thighs. His hands found their way to Gyeongsu's waist, fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring himself to the moment.
Gyeongsu groaned into the kiss, his body arching slightly as he pressed closer, their mouths moving with increasing desperation. The kiss became sloppy, messy - lips smearing against each other, tongues exploring in clumsy, inexperienced strokes. Saliva dripped from their mouths, pooling on Minsu's chin as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment, oblivious to anything else around them.
Gyeongsu shifted his hips, rocking subtly against Minsu in a sinuous, sensual grind. Minsu's response was immediate - a soft, breathy moan escaping his parted lips as he broke the kiss, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp. Gyeongsu panted harshly into his open mouth, his own hips rolling again, seeking friction, pleasure. He could feel the rigid outline of Minsu's erection pressing insistently against his ass, while his own hardness rubbed against the smaller man's stomach.
On the adjacent couch, Thanos and Namgyu pulled away from each other with soft, breathy laughter, their chests still heaving from the intensity of their own passionate encounter. They both turned their heads, gazes drifting lazily over to see what was going on with their friends. “Woah,” Thanos chuckled, his voice low and husky, a sly grin spreading across his face as he took in the erotic sight unfolding before them. Namgyu let out a tiny, delighted giggle, his pupils dilating with excitement as he drank in the sight of Gyeongsu and Minsu's intertwined bodies.
Both men's eyes roamed hungrily over the scene, tracking every subtle shift of their friends' hips, every nip and lick of lips locked in a heated embrace.
Thanos smirked at Namgyu, his dark eyes glinting with mischief and arousal. “You got 'em both all horny,” he teased, his voice low and seductive. Namgyu turned to face him, a goofy, pleased grin stretching across his features. “I didn't do anything,” he protested, creating an air of innocent naivety. “Mm. Sure you didn't,” Thanos drawled, leaning in close to press his lips to Namgyu's in another single, fleeting kiss before pulling back again.
Namgyu's eyes sparkled with intrigue as he posed his question. “Only the two of them?” he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity. “What?” Thanos replied, looking momentarily confused. “I only got the two of them horny? No one else?” the smaller man prodded, his voice all soft and deceivingly sweet.
Thanos smirked, his gaze never leaving Namgyu's as he ran his tongue along his lower lip, the gesture deliberately provocative. “Gotta work a little harder on me, my boy. M'not that easy,” he hissed, his voice low and rough. Namgyu's eyes widened in mock surprise, his eyebrows shooting up comically high on his forehead. “Really?” he asked, feigning disbelief.
“Really,” Thanos confirmed, his expression unreadable. “You're a fucking liar,” Namgyu giggled out. And then his next action hit home, and Thanos's mask immediately slipped. A low growl rumbled in his throat as the younger man leaned in, attaching his mouth to his neck in a slow, deliberate assault. Those skillful lips and tongue danced across the sensitive skin, suckling and kissing in a pattern he knew drove Thanos wild with lust.
With a swift, sharp bite, Namgyu sank his teeth into Thanos's skin hard enough to break the surface, drawing a bead of blood. He immediately soothed the wound with his tongue, swirling the crimson liquid around before releasing the puncture point. The resulting deep, guttural groan from Thanos was music to his ears.
As he continued to lavish attention on Thanos's neck, his hand crept down to the crotch of his pants, finding the unmistakable bulge of his erect cock. Namgyu pulled back just enough to flash a triumphant smirk up at him. “Thought you weren't easy,” he hissed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Thanos simply grinned, his eyes flashing with a mix of annoyance and desire. “Shut up,” he chuckled out.
Thanos leaned in to capture Namgyu's lips once more, his breath hitching in his throat as the younger man's skilled fingers began to squeeze and knead his growing erection through the fabric of his pants. Pulling back slightly, he whispered huskily, “Hey Namsu?” Namgyu just hummed in response, his expression curious. “Hm?”
“Truth or dare?” Thanos asked, his voice low and expectant. Namgyu's smirk grew wider, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. He was not about to give him the answer he was clearly hoping for. “Truth,” he declared instead, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Thanos let out a disappointed tut, cocking his head to the side as he studied his face.
“You dick,” he hissed, drinking in the sound of Namgyu's carefree laughter at having teased him. But then his expression turned thoughtful, trying to come up with a way to make this truth as enticing as the dare he'd initially wanted to suggest. After a moment, realization dawned on him - he didn't need to alter it at all. He just needed to make it a question. And with Namgyu, the answer was practically guaranteed. He always said yes.
Leaning in close, his voice dropped to a low, seductive murmur. “You wanna give me head?” he asked directly, his dark eyes locking onto Namgyu's. The younger man's gaze flickered briefly over to where Gyeongsu and Minsu were still going at it before focusing back on Thanos, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he pondered the proposition.
“With them right here?” he asked, his brows knitting together, a hint of uncertainty in his tone. Thanos chuckled lowly, attempting to soothe any apprehension. “I guarantee you Gyeongu'll be on his knees too in the next sixty seconds. They won't even notice.” Even as he spoke, he could see the continued doubt lingering in Namgyu's eyes. And so he continued: “And even if they do, who cares?” Namgyu couldn't help but smirk at the nonchalance, a familiar dynamic playing out between them. With Thanos, they always seemed to have eyes on them, scrutinizing their every move. What was the real difference here?
Namgyu nodded resolutely, a quiet affirmation spoken almost to himself. “Yeah,” he breathed, his eyes never leaving Thanos's as he began to slide off the couch. With deliberate slowness, he moved between Thanos's spread thighs, positioning himself directly in front of the older man's lap.
Gyeongsu pulled away from his and Minsu's kiss, his hand immediately moving to palm himself through his pants. Minsu's eyes tracked the motion, panting heavily. “Minsu-ah... I want you to... to touch me…” Gyeongsu slurred out. He attempted to guide Minsu's hand to his straining erection, but the other man suddenly yanked his hand back, panting harshly.
Gyeongsu let out a pathetic, needy whimper at his rejection, his face contorting with desperation. “Why not?” he whined, voice cracking. Minsu's response was hesitant, his words tumbling out in a soft, nervous rush. “I don't... I don't know…” Undeterred, Gyeongsu reached for his hand once more, his movements slow and deliberate as he attempted to guide it to his straining bulge for the second time. “Mmm- Minsu, you've touched yourself before... It's the same thing…” he pleaded, his words running together. Minsu just stared up at him, wide-eyed and panting heavily through parted lips. The urge to comply was clear in his expression, but fear of embarrassment and nervousness held him back.
This time though, he allowed him to lead his hand, taking in a shaky inhale as his fingers made contact with the younger man's clothed erection. Gyeongsu's instructions were simple and direct: “Just rub it,” he mumbled, his voice thick with desire. Minsu obliged, letting out a soft hum as he began to mimic the motions he'd use when pleasuring himself alone. His hand moved in gentle, kneading strokes, applying just the right amount of pressure to coax out a breathy moan from Gyeongsu's parted lips. “Feels good…” the intoxicated man slurred, his jaw dropping open in blissful surrender.
Minsu's eyes remained locked on Gyeongsu's face, devouring every detail of the man's desperate expressions and fluttering lashes. There was something undeniably erotic about the sight. Unbidden, images from the countless porn videos he'd watched flashed through his mind - scenes of men lost in pleasure, their faces contorted in ecstasy. The comparison was impossible to ignore, and a wave of heat washed over his cheeks as embarrassment flooded his body. Despite the discomfort, he found himself unable to tear his gaze away, his hand continuing its touches on Gyeongsu's twitching arousal.
A long, drawn-out moan escaped Gyeongsu's lips, his head lolling back. The sensation was incredible, stoking the flames of his lust higher with each passing second. His head spun, a dizzying cocktail of lust and liquor clouding his judgment. He craved more, grinding into his touch, needing something to calm the sensation consuming him from within.
Suddenly, the bubble surrounding them burst as an animalistic growl tore through the air, followed by obscene, wet noises. Both men's heads snapped towards the source of the disturbance, their eyes widening at the lewd scene unfolding. There, sprawled on the couch, was Thanos - pants pooled around his ankles, his impressive length disappearing into Namgyu's eager mouth.
Namgyu worked Thanos's cock with practiced ease, taking the entire length down his throat without a single gag or choke. His technique was flawless, a testament to countless previous encounters. As he bobbed his head, he let out pretty, muffled moans around the thick shaft filling his mouth, the vibrations adding an extra layer of stimulation for Thanos. Above him, the older man stared down with an open mouth, his expression a mix of awe and intense pleasure. One hand fisted gently in Namgyu's black hair, keeping the strands from falling into his face as he serviced him. Thanos's hips twitched involuntarily, fighting the urge to thrust into that warm, welcoming mouth.
Gyeongsu let out a tipsy, hiccupping giggle, his eyes glazed over with intoxication and arousal. Minsu's face burned beet red as he watched, knowing he shouldn't stare, shouldn't be watching them, but was unable to tear his gaze away. Gyeongsu's attention returned to him as he spoke up. “Can- can we do that?” he asked, a crooked, hopeful grin spreading across his flushed face. Minsu blinked, confused by the question. “What?” he replied, his own voice trembling slightly. Gyeongsu shifted clumsily, sliding off Minsu's lap to plop down beside him on the couch. His next words came out in a messy rush, punctuated by a hiccup. “Minsu, y- you… you copy Namgyu.”
Gyeongsu started fumbling with the button of his pants, his drunken coordination failing him. His fingers twitched and spasmed uselessly against the fabric, refusing to cooperate. Minsu's eyes widened in panic as he watched, his chest rising and falling rapidly with shallow breaths. When Gyeongsu reached for his zipper, Minsu finally acted, grabbing the younger man's wrists to halt his progress. “Gyeongsu, no,” he said, his voice strained and pleading. Gyeongsu turned to look at him, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt innocence. “Why?” he asked, his tone soft and sweet despite the slurring of his words. His bottom lip trembled slightly, a pout forming as he gazed at Minsu with wide, imploring eyes.
Minsu tried to articulate his hesitation, his words coming out in a jumbled, incoherent stream. “I don't... I can't... I've never…” he rambled softly, his inexperience plain for all to see. Gyeongsu, seemingly unfazed by his obvious lack of experience, offered a simple, matter-of-fact explanation. “You just put it in your mouth,” he said casually, as if sucking dick was the most natural and easy thing in the world. At the nonchalant advice, Minsu let out a breathless admission, “M'scared.”
Gyeongsu leaned in close, the intense scent of alcohol on his breath washing over Minsu's face as he whispered a reassurance. “Don't be scared,” he slurred. He attempted to press a kiss to Minsu's lips, his aim off kilter. The kiss landed clumsily, grazing Minsu's mouth rather than connecting properly. Undeterred, he continued his slurred instructions, “Jusss- just get on your knees..”
With trembling hands and a pounding heart, Minsu rose from the couch. He fidgeted nervously with the hem of his shirt, his palms sweaty and his breathing shallow. Slowly, hesitantly, he sank to his knees in front of Gyeongsu, the plush carpet cushioning his descent. His wide, anxious eyes remained fixed on the Gyeongsu's hands as he once again started struggling with the fastenings of his pants.
Namgyu released Thanos's throbbing member from his mouth with a lewd pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the glistening head. Panting heavily, he wrapped his fist around the slick shaft, stroking it firmly as he caught his breath. Drool spilled messily down his chin as he grinned up at Thanos, waiting for his praise. “Good fuckin' boy,” Thanos groaned, his voice dripping with satisfaction. Encouraged, Namgyu leaned in and planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss directly on the tip of his cock, maintaining eye contact as he did so, his expression one of pure, wanton desire.
Thanos inhaled sharply, sitting up straighter as he cradled Namgyu's face in his large hands. He leaned down, capturing the younger man's messy lips in a heated kiss. Even as their mouths moved together, Namgyu never ceased his ministrations, his fist pumping steadily along Thanos's rigid length. The obscene, wet sounds filled the room, mixing with the pair's heavy breathing and soft moans. “You make me feel so fuckin' good,” Thanos practically snarled against the younger man's lips, his voice rough. Namgyu simply smirked, his confidence unwavering even in this compromising position. “Yeah?” he cooed, his second hand joining the first. “Make some noise then.”
The cocky challenge hung in the air. He twisted and pumped his fists, alternating speeds and pressures to wring every ounce of pleasure that he could from the older man. Thanos's mouth fell open, a symphony of needy, lewd sounds pouring out. High-pitched whimpers mingled with low, guttural moans, each one sending a thrill down Namgyu's spine. He reveled in the knowledge that he was the cause of such exquisite agony, that he held Thanos's pleasure in the palm of his hands - quite literally. “That's it…” he purred, his voice dripping with sadistic glee.
Thanos's pleas started to spill out between hitching breaths, his body tensing up. “Slow down, slow down, s-” He cut himself off with a strangled gasp, overwhelmed by the intensity of his impending release. “You're gonna make me cum, boy, stop,” he growled out, his hands flying to Namgyu's wrists in a desperate attempt to still his movements. Namgyu paused instantly, looking up at him with a mock pout. His scowl was comically exaggerated, belying the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Don't look at me like that,” Thanos chuckled breathlessly, still riding the waves of his aborted climax.
The sound of Gyeongsu's moan cut through the charged atmosphere, immediately drawing both men's attention. They turned their heads in unison, their curiosity piqued. Gyeongsu had his pants pulled down to his knees. Between his spread legs knelt Minsu, his hands resting uncertainly on the younger man's legs as he tentatively worked his cock with his mouth. His technique was clumsy and hesitant, barely taking more than the tip past his lips as he bobbed his head in a slow, awkward rhythm. The sight was equal parts endearing and arousing, a stark contrast to the raw, carnal act Thanos had been receiving mere moments before.
Thanos barked out a surprised laugh, his eyebrows shooting up as he observed. Gyeongsu's head lolled back in pleasure, clearly enjoying Minsu's inexperienced but enthusiastic efforts. Namgyu's lips parted in fascination, his gaze darting between the two men. “He's not doing it right,” he commented softly. “Pfft. Give him a break, my boy. He's never sucked dick before,” Thanos chided gently. Namgyu looked up at him, a wicked gleam in his eye as an idea struck him. “So why don't we teach him?” he proposed, his voice low and full of salacious intent.
Minsu's eyes were squeezed tightly shut as he persevered, his nose wrinkling at the unfamiliar, intense, salty taste coating his tongue. Each slow, tentative bob of his head sent waves of unfamiliar sensations through him. The steady stream of Gyeongsu's moans above him served as encouragement - he was doing something right, even if it was likely more due to Gyeongsu's intense intoxication rather than his technique. His cheeks hollowed as he tried his best to please, his fingernails scratching at Gyeongsu's thighs for support.
Minsu suddenly gagged, the tip having gone too deep, his back lurching upwards as he pulled off his member with a gasp, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He panted harshly, trying to regain his composure. “Miiiinsuuu…” At the sound of his name, he looked over to see Namgyu crawling towards him, a predatory gleam in his eye. His face flushed with humiliation at the interruption. “Stop,” he mumbled, averting his gaze. But Namgyu persisted, climbing up beside him on his knees. He leaned in close to his face, his voice lowering conspiratorially. “I just wanna show you how to do it, bro.” Before Minsu could protest further, Namgyu called out, “Subong! C'mere!” Thanos promptly stood up, his hard cock in hand. He made his way over, sitting down beside Gyeongsu on the couch.
Minsu frowned, looking down at the floor in an attempt to avoid eye contact with all three of them. With a condescending sigh, Namgyu reached out and tilted his chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Minsu-ah,” he murmured, his tone patronizing yet seductive. “Look.” He demonstrated by lifting himself higher on his knees, his long fingers wrapping around Thanos's thick shaft. Minsu's eyes widened in shock, his gaze fixed on the scene in front of him. He looked almost terrified, frozen in place. “Fucking copy me, idiot,” Namgyu snapped impatiently, giving him a rough shove with his free hand.
Minsu took a shaky breath, his slender fingers wrapping hesitantly around the base of Gyeongsu's shaft. A soft moan escaped the intoxicated man at the renewed touch. “Drag up like this,” Namgyu instructed, gliding his hand upward in a deliberate, agonizingly slow stroke, his thumb teasing the sensitive underside. “When you get to the tip,” he instructed, pausing to swirl his thumb around the slick crown, “twist your hand like this.” He rotated his wrist, applying pressure as he circled the wet, throbbing head in his fist before dragging it back down in a practiced motion. “Do it like that.” His eyes flicked to Minsu expectantly, waiting for him to mimic the motions on Gyeongsu.
Minsu gulped audibly, his gaze drifting up to meet Gyeongsu's bleary, adoring stare. The younger man's words slurred as he spoke, his pupils blown wide. “Y'so cuuute…” he drawled, punctuated by a tipsy hiccup. He seemed genuinely enamored with Minsu's innocent, determined expression. Minsu felt his cheeks flush at the compliment. Tentatively, he began to stroke, his small hand gliding up the younger man's length. He paused at the weeping tip, twisting his wrist experimentally just as Namgyu had shown him. Gyeongsu exhaled shakily, the ragged sound serving as silent encouragement for Minsu's efforts, spurring him on as he slid his fist back down in a slow, sensual drag.
Thanos barked out a goofy, encouraging laugh. “That's it, my boy. You're a natural,” he praised, snickering to himself at his own teasing antics. Minsu whispered a flustered, “Shut up,” his voice lacking any real bite. Namgyu smirked, reveling in how upset he looked. “Put it in your mouth this time. Keep pumping your fist around what you can't fit.” Without waiting for a response, he turned his attention back to Thanos, wrapping his lips around the older man's thick shaft to demonstrate. He slurped obscenely as he took him deeper, his head bobbing in a steady rhythm. At the same time, his fist twisted and pumped along what he didn't have in his mouth, working in tandem with his oral ministrations. Of course, he didn't ever have to use this tactic, as he could easily take the whole thing inside his mouth. Thanos regularly referred to him as his ‘throat goat.’
Thanos's head fell back against the couch, his mouth parting in a soft, pleasured gasp. The younger man hummed around his thick length, the vibrations adding delicious friction as his tongue swirled continuously around the crown. Thanos's thighs tensed, jumping slightly at the intense sensation. His large hands came up to tangle in Namgyu's long hair, gripping lightly. “Easy, boy,” he rumbled, his voice husky with barely restrained desire. Meanwhile, Gyeongsu squirmed restlessly beside him, his hips twitching upwards, grinding against nothing but the open air. A needy, whimpering sound escaped his lips, his glassy eyes fixated on Minsu. “Minsu-ah… please?”
With a surge of newfound determination, Minsu swallowed down his embarrassment and hesitation. He straightened up on his knees, resolve burning in his eyes. Wanting to make Gyeongsu feel good, he decided not to let his nerves hold him back any longer. After one last glance over at Namgyu, taking in his form, he leaned forward. He took the swollen tip of Gyeongsu's cock back into his warm mouth. He pushed his head down gradually, inch by inch, until he felt the head bump the back of his mouth. Freezing there, he wrapped his small fist around the thick base, squeezing gently. Then, he began to suckle the tip while simultaneously pumping his hand along what he couldn't fit, his tongue swirling and lapping at the sensitive flesh.
Despite his repeated gagging and choking, Minsu kept at it steadily, his eyes screwed shut as he pushed himself to take more of Gyeongsu into his inexperienced throat. Drool leaked from the corners of his stretched lips, dripping down his chin, but he ignored it, focused solely on bringing him pleasure. Above him, Gyeongsu went boneless, melting into the couch cushions as waves of ecstasy crashed over him. His fingers curled into the fabric, white knuckled, as a litany of breathy, needy whimpers and moans spilled from his lips. They mingled with Thanos's deeper, more guttural groans, creating a debauched symphony of carnal bliss.
“Ah!” Gyeongsu moaned out sharply, his back arching away from his seat. “Feels good… Mm, feels- feels good..” he panted harshly.
Namgyu released Thanos from his mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the throbbing shaft. He instead wrapped both hands around the girth, twisting and pumping in tandem, his movements fluid and practiced. Turning his heated gaze to Minsu, he gave him an instruction. “Moan around him.” The command took a moment to penetrate the haze and fogginess of the smaller man's focus, but he obediently complied. Minsu moaned softly around the dick in his mouth, the vibrations intensifying the pleasurable sensations coursing through Gyeongsu's drunk body by tenfold. He gasped sharply, holding his breath as his mouth gaped open, face flushed with arousal.
Suddenly, Thanos gasped, grabbing onto Namgyu's wrists to halt his movements. The smaller man furrowed his brow, looking up at him with a mix of confusion and annoyance at having been stopped again. “You're a fucking baby,” he taunted playfully. “You feel too fuckin' good,” Thanos shot back, his voice strained. Just then, Gyeongsu abruptly sat up straighter on the couch, whimpering out a soft, “Minsu…”
They all caught Gyeongsu's breathing becoming erratic, his entire body quivering with impending release. Immediately, Namgyu barked out, “Pull off.” But Minsu, still caught in the haze of the moment, hadn't heard. Frustrated, Namgyu grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking him roughly away from Gyeongsu's cock with another, more demanding, “Pull off!” Minsu gasped, coughing wetly as he almost fell backwards, blinking rapidly, dazed and confused.
Gyeongsu let out a high-pitched, pitiful whine, reaching forward with desperate hands, trying to tug Minsu back toward him like a child denied a toy. “No, no—!” he cried, his voice cracking with frustration and need.
“Relax, my boy,” Thanos cooed, placing a large hand on Gyeongsu's chest and gently guiding him to sit back once more. “Can't cum yet, Gyeongsu-ah,” Namgyu chimed in, his tone laced with playful malice. “Don't you wanna have some fun?” Gyeongsu let out a soft, anguished cry, tears streaming freely down his flushed cheeks. His body trembled, overwhelmed by the conflicting desires of needing release and wanting to indulge in more depraved pleasures. Seeing his distress, Thanos reached over, his fingers tenderly petting his mussed hair. “Don't cry, big man, c'mon... Don't you wanna fuck him?”
Minsu's wide eyes darted frantically between the trio, his chest heaving with rapid, shallow breaths. Namgyu leaned in closer to him, his voice a seductive purr. “You're gonna let him fuck you, right?”
Thoughts swirled in Minsu's mind, a chaotic storm of emotions. Nervousness, horror, disgust, humiliation - the lines blurred as he grappled with the reality of the situation. Was he really about to lose his virginity tonight? To Gyeongsu, his best friend, with Thanos and Namgyu right here? “I d- I don't…” he stammered, his voice barely audible as he struggled to articulate everything.
“Please. Please, please... please,” Gyeongsu chanted, his voice a broken, trembling whisper. “Please, Minsu-ah, mmm'wanna... wanna feel good, please.” His words dissolved into soft cries, his face twisted in raw desperation. His cock throbbed painfully, rock hard and slick with precum, pulsing erratically from the orgasm he'd been denied. The combination of his drunken state and sheer need made him completely unhinged - he climbed off the couch and onto his knees in front of Minsu, gripping the hem of his shirt like a lifeline and pulling himself closer.
Their lips met again in a messy, wet kiss, Gyeongsu's tongue slipping past Minsu's lips with feverish urgency. He quickly pulled back just enough to murmur against Minsu's parted lips, “I wanna fuck you… Can I fuck you please?” Minsu let out a tiny, nervous whimper, his resolve crumbling under his friend's intense gaze. “C'mon, my boy. Let him,” Thanos coaxed, his deep voice sending shivers down their spines.
Unable to wait any longer, Gyeongsu reached out, boldly palming and squeezing at the bulge in Minsu's pants. The older man's eyes fluttered closed, a soft gasp escaping him as his head lolled forward to rest against Gyeongsu's shoulder.
“Let me,” Gyeongsu pleaded, tears pricking at his eyes. He's never wanted anything as bad as this in this moment. Minsu felt like he could cum just from the way Gyeongsu spoke, his hips rocking upwards against his palm. He inhaled sharply, clutching at Gyeongsu's wrist with a quiet, frustrated huff before lifting his head. His lips were wet and parted, trembling as he finally relented, whispering, “Okay…”
Gyeongsu groaned softly at the given permission, his legs unsteady as he tried to stand, stumbling slightly. Minsu immediately moved to support him, rising to his feet and gripping his upper arms with surprising strength. “On the couch. Get on the couch,” Gyeongsu rasped to him, his voice thick with need.
Minsu stumbled, his feet tangling awkwardly as he fell onto the couch cushions with a soft thud. He lay there, chest heaving, eyes glazed over with lust and apprehension. Gyeongsu wasted no time, crawling on top of him and settling between his spread legs. He immediately recaptured Minsu's lips in a heated kiss, all tongue and teeth as he ground his aching, dripping cock against the older man's clothed ass. The friction was intense, almost painful in its intensity.
Thanos watched the lewd display intently, his own arousal growing. He licked his lips slowly, savoring the sight. “They're gonna need the lube,” he said, looking down at Namgyu. “Go get it, boy,” he cooed, reaching out and petting his head. Namgyu scowled up at him, annoyance flashing across his sharp features. “Why do I have to?” he grumbled petulantly. Thanos simply smirked, arching an eyebrow. “Because I told you to.” Namgyu's scowl deepened, but he knew better than to argue. With a dramatic sigh, he began to rise to his feet, muttering under his breath, “You're annoying..”
Thanos just chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement and something darker, more possessive. “I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave,” he purred, his gaze raking appreciatively over Namgyu's form as he turned to walk towards the bedroom. “You're so fucking corny,” the younger man grumbled, scrunching his nose in distaste at the cringe statement.
As Namgyu disappeared around the corner, Thanos turned his full attention back to the other couple on the couch beside him. Gyeongsu had already begun tugging Minsu's jeans down his legs, the smaller man eagerly lifting his hips to assist. Thanos drank in the sight hungrily, his gaze lingering over Minsu's flushed face. He'd always found the man cute, but seeing him like this, cheeks stained a deep, rosy red and eyes glazed over? Fuck, he looked absolutely adorable.
With deft movements, Gyeongsu got Minsu fully out of both his pants and boxers, tossing them carelessly to the floor. In a flash, he'd finished shedding his own pants, leaving him half naked and wanton on top of Minsu. The smaller man's head spun, his vision blurring at the edges as Gyeongsu started to nip and kiss his way down his neck. Every time he rocked his hips forward, Minsu's breath hitched, their cocks grinding together in a slick mess. It felt amazing, but the fear was still there, gnawing away at him. Would it hurt when...? When he finally pushed inside? The thought made him tense, a shudder running through him.
Suddenly, Namgyu's sharp voice pierced the charged atmosphere. “Hey!” Minsu blinked, turning his head to see him approaching. Gyeongsu lifted his head, rising up onto his knees. He reached out, accepting the small, clear bottle Namgyu was holding out to him. “What's that?” Minsu asked, his voice small and submissive. Gyeongsu looked back down at him, a little grin tugging at their corner of his lips. “Lube,” he answered, unscrewing the cap and pouring some into his palm. He tossed the bottle aside, not caring where it landed. His hand wrapped around his cock, slicking it up as he began stroking himself. A low moan escaped him, his body twitching with pleasure. Minsu just watched, nervously nibbling at his lower lip as he brought his own hand down to touch himself. Gyeongsu's cock was larger than his own, thicker and longer. It was almost intimidating.
“Don't forget to prep him, boy,” Thanos reminded Gyeongsu, reaching out to pat his back. Gyeongsu nodded, “M'yeah, I got it.” Namgyu bent down to retrieve the lube they had tossed away and approached Thanos, who immediately sat up straighter, reaching out to start undoing the younger man's pants. He looked up at him with a smirk. “You want top or bottom?” he hissed out. “Top,” Namgyu answered instantly, his eyes flicking down to meet his gaze. He stepped closer, wiggling his hips to help free himself from his jeans.
With one last shake, Namgyu's jeans and boxers fell around his ankles, revealing his hard, dripping cock. He gripped onto Thanos's shoulders for balance as he stepped out of them. The older man snaked his arm around his waist and pulled him close, guiding him to straddle his lap. Namgyu giggled, excited by the sudden shift in position. He wrapped his hand gently around Thanos's throat, leaning in to capture his lips in a wet kiss.
“You wanna be prepped too or what?” Thanos asked, pulling back with a smirk. Namgyu just smirked back, his grip tightening around his throat. “Maybe I want it to hurt,” he hissed out, leaning in to nip at his lower lip. Thanos chuckled, nipping back at him. “That's why I asked,” he teased, giving his waist a playful squeeze.
“Fuck the prep,” Namgyu declared, clearly eager to feel the burn. “Get it wet then,” Thanos commanded, his voice low and smooth, cocking his head to the side. Namgyu chuckled, leaning in and pressing a single kiss to his lips, before shifting backwards. He lifted his hips, gripping the base of Thanos's thick shaft and bringing it in front of him. He then uncapped the lube and squirted a generous amount onto the swollen tip. Thanos shivered, a soft hiss escaping him as the cool liquid made contact with his heated skin. Namgyu wrapped both hands around him, spreading the slick substance along his length with slow, deliberate strokes. The older man bit down hard on his lower lip as he watched Namgyu work, utterly transfixed by the erotic sight.
A sharp hiss escaped Thanos's lips as Namgyu's thumb swiped over the sensitive head of his cock, smearing the remaining lube. Namgyu's eyes flicked up to him, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Yeah? You like that?” he purred, his voice low and seductive. Thanos could only moan softly in response, his hands sliding up and down Namgyu's smooth thighs. He squeezed and massaged the firm muscles, relishing the feeling of his soft skin beneath his palms. Namgyu's hands were pure magic, his grip tight and sure as he worked his length. He knew he would never tire of his touch, craving it like a drug.
Gyeongsu had maneuvered himself to lay nearly flat on top of Minsu. One of his hands had snaked its way down between their bodies. Minsu's eyes fluttered shut, a gasp catching in his throat as he felt Gyeongsu's slick fingers begin to circle his most intimate area. The pads rubbed gentle, teasing circles around his puckered entrance. “M'gonna make you feel good…” he mumbled against the skin of Minsu's neck, his warm breath ghosting over the rapidly flushing flesh. Minsu could only nod, his arms coming up to wrap tightly around Gyeongsu's neck, holding him close to ground himself.
Gyeongsu shushed him softly, trying to soothe him as he slowly pushed one finger past the tight ring of muscle. Minsu tensed immediately, a startled, uncertain little moan slipping past his lips. It was a strange sensation, foreign and intense. Gyeongsu whispered slurred reassurances, his voice low and gentle. “S'okay…” He pushed the digit in deeper, and Minsu couldn't hold back a whimper. There was a burn, a stretch that bordered on painful, but beneath it all, a spark of something good. Pleasure, maybe? He wasn't sure, overwhelmed by the newness of it all. Gyeongsu's free hand came up to stroke his hair, petting him like he was a skittish animal. “Y'so cute, shhh… S'okay..”
Minsu's breathing remained shaky as the finger began to move inside him, the movements slow and gentle, curling in careful little motions. It was an odd sensation. Gyeongsu lifted his head slightly, gazing down at him with hooded eyes darkened by lust. His voice was low and rough as he asked, “Feels good?” Minsu furrowed his brows, a soft moan escaping him. He gave a slight nod, then quickly shook his head, confusion evident on his flushed face. “Ye- no? I- I don't know..” he whimpered out, his voice small and uncertain. Gyeongsu let out a breathy, tipsy chuckle at his adorable bewilderment.
“Can you take another?” he hissed, his breath hot and reeking of liquor, mingling with the musky scent of sex that was filling the air. Minsu whined softly, fear evident on his face. The sounds of wet slaps, along with Namgyu's moans and Thanos's soft groans in the background only added to his growing anxiety. Were they already fucking? God, he couldn't focus on anything.
“You can take another,” Gyeongsu decided for him. He withdrew his first finger a little, making Minsu flinch, before pressing a second against his hole. The pressure increased, the burning ache intensifying as he worked the second digit into Minsu's tight heat. Minsu clenched involuntarily, a choked cry escaping him as he struggled to accommodate the added intrusion.
Gyeongsu's fingers just kept delving deeper, curling and thrusting skillfully within the clenching channel. Each movement hit a sensitive spot, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through the smaller man's body. The stretching, the fullness, the friction - it all combined to create an intoxicating sensation that left Minsu shaking and panting. “You're so tight,” Gyeongsu hissed, his own breath catching as he worked him open. His fingers slid in and out, scissoring to loosen the resistant muscles. Minsu's inner walls clenched greedily around the invading digits, drawing them in deeper with each desperate squeeze.
Gyeongsu's mouth returned to Minsu's, claiming his lips once more, but the smaller man was too far gone to return the kiss properly. His mouth hung slack, panting desperately as he struggled to draw air into his lungs. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” Gyeongsu mumbled against his mouth, his voice a husky growl. He increased the pace of his fingers, thrusting them in and out with urgent need. Minsu arched his back, a sharp moan tearing from his throat as pleasure crashed over him. Gyeongsu moaned softly in response, his lips trailing along his jawline, leaving a damp path of saliva in their wake.
“Good boy,” Thanos hissed, his grip on Namgyu's hips tightening as the younger man bounced eagerly in his lap. Namgyu's cock slapped wetly against his stomach with every downward plunge, precum dripping down freely to mix with the mess from their joining on Thanos's thighs. His hand was wrapped around Thanos's throat, squeezing slightly as he threw his head back with a long, drawn-out moan. “So fucking big…” he whined, his voice high and needy. Thanos chuckled breathlessly, his ego swelling with pride at the praise. “You take it so good,” he praised, his words dripping with arrogance. “So deep,” he added, punctuating his point with a particularly deep, upward thrust. Namgyu gasped, his body shuddering as the tip slammed against his prostate.
Thanos let out a low, rumbling growl as Namgyu's inner muscles clenched and rippled around his throbbing length. He tipped his head back, eyes squeezing shut as he savored the sensation. The lack of oxygen from Namgyu's grip only intensified the feeling, making everything feel more acute, more electric. “Don't stop moving, c'mon,” he urged softly, his voice strained with pleasure. “Take that dick,” he hissed, his hips snapping up again to meet Namgyu's frantic bounces. Namgyu moaned prettily, releasing his grip on Thanos's throat to nuzzle his face into the crook of his neck.
“M'gonna put it in,” Gyeongsu whispered, lifting his head to meet Minsu's gaze with bleary, intoxicated eyes. “'Kay?” he asked, seeking confirmation. Minsu swallowed hard, admitting quietly, “..M'nervous.” Gyeongsu's assurance was immediate and soothing. “Mm- I'll go slow,” he promised, his voice slurring slightly. “S'gonna hurt a little bit, but it'll feel good too,” he rambled on, trying to calm the other man's fears. Minsu just nodded slightly, his brow furrowed in apprehension. Then Gyeongsu pulled his fingers out with a slick sound, wrapping his hand around his shaft instead.
As soon as he pressed the tip of his erection against Minsu's tense entrance, he let out a low, guttural moan. He applied gentle pressure, watching the smaller man's contorted face with wide eyes. Minsu's features were scrunched up in discomfort, his short nails digging into Gyeongsu's shoulders as he fought against the intrusion. “Breathe, Minsu-ah... Gotta relax or I can't get in,” Gyeongsu mumbled, his voice thick with desire and concern. Minsu kept his eyes tightly shut, focusing on the younger man's words. He took a deep, calming breath, exhaling slowly as he tried to will his body to loosen up, to accept the thickness threatening to breach him.
The tip slipped past the initial resistance, making Minsu's eyes fly open with a sharp, pained gasp. It burned, it hurt, the unfamiliar stretch too much for his untried body to handle easily. Gyeongsu exhaled raggedly, overwhelmed by the exquisite tightness gripping him. “Fuck…” he groaned under his breath, staying perfectly still to allow Minsu a moment to adjust. After what felt like an eternity, he began to press forward again, sinking in a little deeper. Minsu's body went rigid, trembling with tension. “Stop, stop, stop, stop,” he whispered urgently, his voice cracking with distress. Gyeongsu blinked, momentarily confused by the sudden panic. “What?” he asked, concern lacing his tone.
“Hurts,” Minsu whimpered out sharply. Gyeongsu's expression softened with understanding and tenderness. “Shh, I know..” he soothed, his voice low and comforting. “Slow, baby, I promise.” He peppered gentle kisses along Minsu's flushed cheek, murmuring against his skin, “Y'feel so good though…” Gyeongsu held himself still, trying to allow Minsu's body time to acclimate to the foreign intrusion. His hands stroked soothingly up and down the smaller man's sides, a physical reminder of his presence and care.
He started to rock his hips gently, pulling out slightly before sinking back in. He was still drunk, obviously, his senses dulled and his focus primarily on chasing his own pleasure in the long run. Minsu let out soft, pained moans with each shallow thrust, unsure if the confusing mix of sensations could truly be called enjoyable yet. Emboldened by Minsu's relative silence, he pushed forward more insistently, his thick length sliding in deeper until nearly halfway inside the smaller man's resisting body. Minsu yelped sharply at the sudden increase in size and depth, tears springing to his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. The burning stretch was intense, bordering on unbearable as his untouched walls strained to accommodate Gyeongsu's girth.
Gyeongsu groaned, pressing his face against the side of Minsu's head as he breathed heavily into his ear. “S'okay…” he mumbled, his words slurred and unsteady. Minsu started to cry softly, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations and the pain. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he whimpered and whined, his body shaking with each deep thrust. “Oh my God-” he cried out, his voice high and desperate. But Gyeongsu seemed to ignore his distress, driven by his own lust and the tight heat enveloping him. He pushed deeper, faster, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. “You can take it,” he moaned, encouraging Minsu even as he used his body for his own pleasure.
His thick, veiny cock plunged into Minsu's tight, virgin hole with relentless fervor. Each brutal thrust sent shockwaves through the smaller man's slender frame. The obscene squelching sounds of flesh meeting flesh from all four men filled the room, punctuated by Minsu's high-pitched whimpers and choked sobs. His insides clamped down reflexively around Gyeongsu's pistoning member, the velvety heat of his channel gripping and milking the invading cock with each withdrawal. The intense friction and pressure made Gyeongsu's vision blur, his breath coming in harsh pants as he chased his climax.
Thanos suddenly grabbed a fistful of Namgyu's long black hair, yanking his head back to force eye contact. Namgyu continued to grind his hips forward and backward, the two men panting harshly into each other's mouths rather than engaging in a proper kiss. Minsu let out a pitiful, whiny shriek, prompting both Thanos and Namgyu to giggle breathlessly. “He sounds so fuckin' cute,” Thanos chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Sounds like a fucking baby,” Namgyu retorted, his gaze flicking over to the cushion where Gyeongsu was relentlessly pounding into Minsu.
Minsu's slim legs were clenched tightly around Gyeongsu's waist, his heels digging into the younger man's lower back as he was fucked mercilessly. His cries grew more desperate, his whines escalating into sharp moans. “Too much, too much-” he whimpered, his voice breaking on a sob. But Gyeongsu paid no attention to him, lost in the intoxicating sensation of his tight heat wrapped around his hard cock. “You feel so good,” he growled into Minsu's ear, his praise dripping with lust. Minsu just cried softly, his body trembling as Gyeongsu's thick length slammed into that sensitive spot within him over and over, driving him closer to the brink of something unknown.
“Look at me, my boy,” Thanos murmured, his voice soft and tender despite the circumstances. Namgyu paused his movements, stilling in his lap as his dark eyes met Thanos's piercing gaze once more. “Just listen,” Thanos added, a whisper barely audible above the lewd sounds. Both men fell silent then, their attention focused solely on listening to Minsu's moans fill the room and the wet squelching noise each time Gyeongsu thrust forward into his tight hole.
“Can I tell you something?” Namgyu asked softly after a moment. Thanos raised both eyebrows curiously, tilting his head slightly. “Hm?” he hummed out, his curiosity piqued. Then a small smile spread across Namgyu's lips and he confessed, “I like it when he cries.” The admission hung between them, stark and honest. Thanos couldn't help but smirk at the revelation, leaning in close to murmur, “That's not nice, Namsu.” The reprimand was delivered in a teasing tone, devoid of any actual censure. Namgyu's fingers curled into the fabric of Thanos's shirt. “It's not supposed to be,” he responded, his voice dropping to a low purr. There was a wicked glint in his eyes as he leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart.
“So... what?” Thanos prompted, an impish grin spreading across his face. “You wanna make him cry even more?” His words were accompanied by a strange, hopeful glint in his eyes. Namgyu blinked at him, confusion etched onto his features despite the lingering smile. “What do you mean?” he queried, genuinely perplexed. “Like... what if we join them?” Thanos proposed. Namgyu's face twisted in surprise, clearly taken aback by the suggestion. “You could make him suck you off while he's getting fucked. Make him choke, make him cry a little more,” Thanos explained matter-of-factly.
“He wouldn't like that,” Namgyu stated simply, his gaze flitting toward the other pair. Thanos snorted at his concern, a wry smile pulling at his lips. “When have you ever cared about what he likes?” he countered, his tone laced with playful mockery. At Namgyu's silence, Thanos moved in closer, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and cooing softly, “C'mon, baby…” his voice dropping to a cajoling whine. In truth, the idea of finally getting his hands on shy, pouty Minsu had been a fantasy of his for some time now. And the thought of watching Namgyu work him over too? It was almost enough to make him cum right then and there. “Let's go play with them,” Thanos urged softly.
Namgyu let out a contemplative little hum, considering the proposition. While the idea held some appeal, a twinge of jealousy surfaced as he imagined Thanos giving all of his attention to Minsu instead of him. Thanos seemed to sense his inner turmoil, cupping his face tenderly in his large hands. He captured the younger man's lips in a gentle, reassuring kiss, rocking his hips upwards slightly to elicit a soft, breathy moan from Namgyu. “I'm yours, boy. 'N you're mine,” he murmured softly as he pulled back. A small, intimate smile played at the corners of his mouth. “..Just wanna have some fun…” he whispered, his voice low and enticing, promising shared pleasures without diminishing the special bond between them at all.
“Just... don't ignore me…” Namgyu pleaded softly, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his demeanor. Thanos just laughed, the sound rich and full of mirth. “Are you fuckin' crazy, man?” he teased. “You're my baby,” he declared fiercely, smothering Namgyu's face with passionate kisses until the younger man dissolved into giggles. “Okay, fine,” Namgyu relented with a roll of his eyes, though the fondness in his expression belied any real annoyance. Thanos chuckled, giving his hip a firm tap to signal him to rise.
Namgyu lifted his hips carefully, Thanos's cock sliding free with a soft pop, leaving him feeling empty. He immediately took hold of Thanos's hands, pulling him upright with surprising strength. Thanos ran a hand through his messy purple hair, composing himself before sauntering toward the other pair. He draped himself over Gyeongsu's shoulder from behind, speaking in a singsweet voice: “Gyeongsu-ah~” he called out, drawing the other man's attention. Gyeongsu froze mid-thrust, blinking owlishly at the interruption. “What?” he asked blankly, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Minsu's chest heaved, looking like he was hyperventilating, his flushed face a testament to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. Wide, frightened eyes darted frantically between the three men above him, humiliation burning hot in his cheeks. The realization that they were witnessing his most vulnerable state only served to heighten his mortification. But amidst the chaos in his mind, one persistent thought dominated all else: the thick, pulsing cock buried deep inside of him, stretching him impossibly wide.
“We wanna play with you, yo,” Thanos announced cheerfully, his voice dripping with mischief. Gyeongsu blinked slowly at the sudden intrusion, staring at him with a blank expression, showcasing his confusion.
Namgyu flashed Minsu a wicked, devilish smile as he knelt down beside the trembling man, his eyes gleaming with unbridled excitement. He reached out a hand, brushing the sweat-dampened hair away from Minsu's forehead. “You feeling good, Minsu? Hm?” he inquired, his voice low and husky. Minsu remained mute, his wide eyes locked onto Namgyu's as if frozen in place, unable to look away or respond.
“Open your mouth,” Namgyu whispered urgently, shoving his fingers into Minsu's mouth with a forcefulness that made him gasp. He instinctively grabbed onto Namgyu's wrist, whimpering softly. “Suck on them,” Namgyu commanded insistently, his voice dripping with sensual authority. “C'mon. Show me how well I taught you,” he coaxed, his eyes glittering with pride and arousal. Minsu knew better than to defy him in such a situation, so he immediately began to suckle on the digits, his tongue swirling around and between them. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through Namgyu, causing him to inhale sharply.
“Keep going, my boy. Go 'head,” Thanos urged Gyeongsu, his voice thick with lust. Gyeongsu's response was slurred and drunk with pleasure. “I wanna fuck him,” he managed to get out, his grip on Minsu's hips tightening. “Then fuck him,” Thanos laughed out, the sound rich and full-bodied. “You kinda already are, big man,” he added with a smirk, his gaze raking over the scene before him. Gyeongsu refocused, looking back down at Minsu as he resumed his steady rhythm of thrusting. Minsu mewled around Namgyu's fingers, causing the latter to chuckle. “There we go…” Thanos breathed softly to himself as he stepped back a little, savoring the visual feast.
Minsu's body rocked with the force of the larger man's relentless thrusts. Neverending little sounds spilled from his lips, muffled by Namgyu's fingers, which were now plunging in and out of his mouth. Namgyu set a brutal pace, fucking Minsu's throat with his digits, occasionally twisting and curling them to hit that spot that made the younger man gag. Drool leaked from the corners of Minsu's stretched lips, coating his hand as he used his mouth roughly. Gyeongsu grunted above him, sweat dripping down his face as he chased his pleasure, his cock splitting Minsu open with every powerful snap of his hips.
Thanos exhaled unsteadily, moving closer to kneel between Namgyu. With a swift motion, he grabbed the hem of Minsu's shirt and yanked it up, exposing more of his slender torso. Leaning in, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the newly revealed skin, his tongue trailing upwards in a slow, deliberate path. When he reached Minsu's nipple, he circled the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue before switching tactics. Bringing both hands up, he grasped Minsu's nipples firmly, pinching and tugging at the hardened peaks. The sudden stimulation elicited a squeal from Minsu, his back arching as much as Gyeongsu's hold on his hips would allow.
Gyeongsu's eyes glazed over with lust as he watched Thanos and Namgyu lavish attention on Minsu's body, his own movements becoming increasingly erratic. The sight of Thanos kissing and teasing his sensitive nipples while Namgyu used his throat sent waves of intense arousal crashing through him. He could feel Minsu clenching tighter around his cock with each new stimulus, the added stimulation clearly affecting the smaller man's responses. Gyeongsu groaned, his head lolling back.
Namgyu glanced over at Gyeongsu, noting his heavier breathing and sloppy movements. “I think he's getting close again,” he observed. Thanos turned his attention to Gyeongsu as well, reaching out to pat the younger man's abdomen. “Gyeongsu,” he said, his tone commanding yet gentle. “You gotta slow down. Make it last.” Gyeongsu whined in protest, his hips continuing to piston frantically. “No,” he complained, the word coming out mumbled. “Yes,” Thanos insisted firmly, straightening up to his full height. “Pull out,” he instructed, grabbing onto Gyeongsu's waist. “Stop. Pull out.”
With a swift push, he moved Gyeongsu backwards, forcing his dick to slip out of Minsu's tight heat. Gyeongsu whined loudly at the loss, his body tensing as he instinctively tried to push back against Thanos. “Woah, boy, relax!” Thanos chuckled, easily catching his flailing arms. He held them securely, preventing further struggle. “C'mon. It's not gonna be any fun if you cum this quick,” he teased. Meanwhile, Minsu choked and sputtered around Namgyu's fingers, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. Namgyu simply smirked down at him. “Shhh,” he whispered, gently wiping away Minsu's tears with his thumb on his other hand.
Thanos gazed at Gyeongsu with a soft, almost pleading expression. “Can I have a turn?” he asked quietly. Gyeongsu blinked in confusion, taking a moment to process the request. “You...what?” he replied, his brow furrowing. A slow grin spread across Thanos' face as he continued, “I wanna fuck him,” he said, his voice low and enticing. He hummed softly, awaiting Gyeongsu's response. “Is he gonna let- let you do that?” Gyeongsu questioned, a hint of possessiveness creeping into his tone. “He likes me. Not you,” he stated bluntly. Thanos merely chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, he likes you, my boy. But I like him.”
Gyeongsu pouted, his lower lip jutting out as he considered Thanos's words. He looked utterly heartbroken at the prospect of giving up his position. “So- so what am I gonna do…?” he whined, his voice cracking slightly. Thanos just smiled. “He's got two hands, bro,” he pointed out, jerking his chin toward Minsu. “Namsu already took his mouth,” he added, glancing over at his partner who was still enthusiastically fingering Minsu's throat. Gyeongsu just sniffled, nodding as he drunkenly stumbled a few steps over towards Namgyu. The older man looked up at him, flashing a wicked grin. “You good?” he asked, his tone playful and encouraging.
Thanos climbed onto the couch, settling on his knees between Minsu's spread thighs, his large hands coming up to grab onto the smaller man's hips. As soon as he made contact, Minsu let out a muffled, panicked mewl around Namgyu's fingers, his body instinctively trying to squirm away. Namgyu just tutted softly, pulling his fingers from his mouth. He grabbed onto his flushed face, his thumbs pressing into his soft cheeks to hold him still, forcing him to look at him. “C'mon, Minsu,” he coaxed. The scent of liquor tinged his warm breath as he leaned in close, his nose nearly brushing Minsu's. “Just let him.”
Minsu shook his head frantically, trying to sit up, but Namgyu's firm grip kept him pinned in place. His voice lowered to sharp warning. “Minsu,” he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. “Look at Gyeongsu.” Minsu's gaze flickered over to the younger man, taking in his eager expression. Namgyu continued, his words carefully measured. “If you pussy out now, he's not gonna get to finish. And neither will you,” he pointed out. “You gonna let that happen?” he challenged, arching one eyebrow expectantly as he waited for a response.
Minsu's chest rose and fell rapidly as he breathed heavily, his mind racing. He glanced between Namgyu and Thanos, uncertainty clear in his wide eyes. Having Gyeongsu inside him felt amazing. Part of him was craving that sensation again, wanting to be filled up and used for pleasure. But Thanos... Minsu had never had thoughts of being intimate with him. It just didn't feel right. But right now, as horny as he was, he couldn't deny that the idea held some appeal. Surely it would still feel just as good, right? His head spun with indecision.
Thanos's deep, soothing voice cut through the haze of conflicting emotions. “My lil boy, Minsu,” he purred, drawing his gaze to him. “Let me make you feel good,” he murmured, his tone dripping with promise. “That's all I wanna do. Just like Gyeongsu was.”
And without a second thought, Minsu nodded. He didn't want to think about it anymore. He just wanted to feel good. Both Thanos and Namgyu's faces split into wide, triumphant grins. Thanos instantly shifted his position, hovering over Minsu's smaller frame, guiding the thick head of his cock to nudge insistently at Minsu's entrance. Namgyu pressed the side of his head against Minsu's so that he could watch Thanos, his hot breath ghosting over the shell of his ear as he teasingly whispered, “You're gonna take that big dick like a good boy, huh?” Minsu gasped softly as he felt the initial pressure, his body tensing slightly. Namgyu's gaze darted over to Gyeongsu, still standing there with a dumb, glazed expression on his face.
As Thanos slowly sank into Minsu, inch by thick, torturous inch, their synchronized moans and groans filled the room. Namgyu grabbed Gyeongsu's hand, yanking him closer until he was standing right beside the couch. Without preamble, he snatched Minsu's limp wrist, guiding his hand up to wrap around Gyeongsu's stiff, throbbing cock. “Stroke him,” he commanded sharply, his voice leaving no room for argument. Minsu was far too overwhelmed by the sheer girth stretching him open to process the order at first. His back arched off the cushions as he let out a broken, desperate sob, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the intense mix of pain and pleasure.
A deep, rumbling growl tore from Thanos's throat as he started to move, rocking his hips in a steady rhythm. Minsu squeaked out a high, thin sound, sucking in a sharp breath through gritted teeth. “Touch me, baby, please…” Gyeongsu begged, his hips twitching needily as he watched Minsu's hand remain still around his aching shaft. A pitiful whine escaped him. “Please…” As soon as Minsu's lust-addled brain registered the plea, his slender fingers curled tighter around his member, beginning to stroke him with clumsy, unpracticed movements.
Thanos picked up the pace, fucking into Minsu with increased force and speed. Each powerful thrust hit Minsu's prostate dead-on, making him see white hot sparks behind his eyelids. He could feel every thick vein and prominent ridge of Thanos's length dragging along his tight inner walls with delicious friction. His head lolled back limply with a whimper, coming to rest against Namgyu's as he focused on moving his hand forward and backward, stroking Gyeongsu's weeping cock with single-minded determination.
“Doesn't that dick feel so fucking good?” Namgyu whispered into his ear, his eyes raking over Thanos's form as he fucked into him. He knew exactly how fantastic it felt to be railed by him. But Minsu was too lost in sensation to respond, his panting coming out in harsh, ragged bursts through his slack mouth. Namgyu then turned to look over Gyeongsu's blissed-out expression, drinking in every flutter and clench of his features as Minsu's hand worked his sensitive flesh. The combined symphony of all three men's moans and the slick, filthy sounds of skin against skin was quickly pushing him to his limits. Unable to resist any longer, he reached his hand down to grab onto his own neglected erection, biting down onto his plump lower lip hard enough to leave an impression.
Minsu's lithe body bounced with each powerful thrust of Thanos's hips. His slim fingers pumped Gyeongsu's shaft with increasing urgency, the precum smearing over his palm and providing even more slick lubrication. “I can hear how fucking wet you are,” Namgyu whispered, his nimble fingers on his free hand finding Minsu's sensitive nipples, rolling and pinching the pebbled buds roughly. “Bet you like being used like this, huh? Stretched out while you jerk your little boyfriend off…”
Gyeongsu's breath hitched at Namgyu's casual use of the word ‘boyfriend,’ his heart fluttering at the implication. God, the idea of belonging to Minsu like that, of being his… it made his heart race and his cock throb even more painfully. “Go faster,” he urged breathlessly, taking another step closer until his knees were nearly pressed against Minsu's side. Minsu whimpered brokenly, trying his best to comply despite the awkward angle and his tiring arm. Then, with a particularly brutal thrust directly into his prostate, a scream ripped from Minsu's throat, obscenely loud in the room. Namgyu immediately clamped a hand over his mouth, muffling the shameless sound.
Thanos chuckled before cutting himself off with a deep groan, his hips stuttering as Minsu's velvety walls clenched around him like a vice. The exquisite pressure was bordering on painful, his thick length pulsing inside the tight heat. “Fuuuck…” he breathed out, large hands roaming possessively over Minsu's hips and tummy. Namgyu watched the intimate display with growing irritation, a scowl twisting his features. When Minsu wailed into his palm again, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, Namgyu suddenly released him and stood. Jealousy coiled hot and ugly in his gut as he stared at Thanos, feeling excluded and resentful of the pleasure Minsu was experiencing. His grip tightened around his shaft almost painfully.
But instead of lashing out aggressively as everyone anticipated, Namgyu surprised them by suddenly grabbing Gyeongsu and forcefully swapping their positions. With a firm grip on Minsu's hair, he barked out, “Open your mouth.” Minsu whimpered submissively but obeyed, parting his lips. Namgyu shoved Gyeongsu forward, the tip of his rigid cock pressing against Minsu's cheeks. “Stick it in,” he growled impatiently. “Shut him up.”
Gyeongsu gasped sharply as the warm, wet heat of Minsu's mouth engulfed his sensitive tip. As soon as Minsu closed his plush lips around him, he let out a choked moan, his hips rutting forward instinctively. “Oh f-fuck…” he whimpered. Minsu began to suck with eager desperation, his tongue swirling around the swollen head and lapping at the leaking slit. The vibrations of his moans around Gyeongsu's shaft sent shockwaves of pleasure through him.
Thanos gripped Minsu's hips tightly, holding him down as he began to thrust again with renewed vigor. Each deep, powerful stroke rocked Minsu, forcing him to take more of the thick length into his stretched mouth. “That's it, my boy. Take it,” Thanos growled, setting a relentless pace that had Minsu gagging and drooling around Gyeongsu. Minsu tried valiantly to bob his head, to set a steady rhythm, but Thanos's brutal fucking made it nearly impossible. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to breathe through his nose, completely overwhelmed by the dual stimulation.
Namgyu grabbed onto Minsu's hand again, bringing it up to wrap around his own throbbing erection. He guided Minsu's fingers to stroke him firmly, setting a fast pace. Minsu's mind reeled, struggling to process the surreal situation. Here he was, fully sober, on his back on Choi Subong's couch while he pounded into him mercilessly. And not only that, but Gyeongsu's cock was down his throat. Namgyu's shaft pulsed hot and hard in his fist, completing this twisted… orgy?.. Gangbang? What the actual fuck was happening?
Then something else happened. A hand wrapped around his erection, someone's hand - Whose hand? He has no idea, but it was stroking him with rough, demanding tugs. He let out a keening sound around Gyeongsu's cock. Sparks of intense pleasure shot up his spine at the harsh friction, being rutted into like a toy from both ends.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck- fucking-” Gyeongsu's voice cracked and broke off as his orgasm crashed over him without warning. “Cumming, Minsu-ah, m'cumming!” he slurred drunkenly. A broken cry filled the air as he thrusted forward erratically, spilling his release straight down Minsu's convulsing throat. Minsu gagged and sputtered, struggling to swallow it all as thick ropes of cum painted his tonsils. Tears streamed freely down his flushed cheeks, his eyes squeezing shut.
With a particularly brutal thrust, Thanos slammed into Minsu, making the smaller man's body convulse violently. The force of it caused Minsu to yank his mouth off Gyeongsu's spurting cock with an obscene pop, a strangled gasp escaping his raw throat. Thick globs of semen dripped from his chin, spit coating his lips as he lay there panting. His body went rigid, his back bowing off the couch as an intense climax tore through him. A hoarse, broken cry escaped his throat as he spasmed violently, his cock pulsing in fist wrapped around him. Jets of searing hot cum erupted from his tip, splattering over the hand and pooling on his stomach in sticky rivulets.
Thanos let out a low, breathy chuckle at the sight of his debauched state. The younger man lifted his head, dazed and disoriented, finally seeing whose hand was wrapped around his spent cock. It was Namgyu. And then he realized his own hand was still clutching Namgyu's twitching shaft. His thoughts felt heavy and uncoordinated. The clatter of Gyeongsu dropping to his knees beside him snapped him back to reality, crashing their mouths together in a sloppy, desperate kiss. Minsu's head spun, his thoughts fragmented and difficult to follow. He felt dizzy, drunk on sensation and pleasure.
Namgyu's gaze shifted to Thanos, his expression stern. “You're not cumming in him,” he stated flatly. “Pull out.” Thanos's brows furrowed in confusion. “Why can't I-?” he began to protest, but Namgyu cut him off with a scowl. “You're mine,” he declared, his voice low and slightly whiny, revealing a hint of insecurity beneath his dominant demeanor. Thanos snorted derisively, a hiss escaping his lips as Minsu's inner muscles continued to squeeze his cock. “What, you wanna finish me off?” he taunted, his grip on Minsu's hips tightening. Namgyu's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with a mix of possessiveness and agitation. “You're mine.”
Namgyu withdrew his hand from Minsu's slickened member, wiping the evidence of his pleasure onto Thanos's shirt. The older man simply tutted, tilting his head as he watched him do it. “I made him cum,” Namgyu said, shoving him back until he lost his balance and fell onto his ass on the couch, slipping free of Minsu's hole. “Now you make me cum,” he demanded, his tone brooking no argument. Thanos blinked up at him, a hint of amusement dancing in his dark eyes. “Um… I think I helped you make him cum,” he pointed out, a note of mild incredulity in his voice.
Namgyu silenced him with a curt, “Shut up,” before climbing into his lap. Gyeongsu moaned softly into Minsu's mouth. “You made me feel so good…” he murmured, his voice husky with satisfaction. “My Minsu,” he mumbled, his eyelids fluttering shut as he pressed his forehead against Minsu's. But Minsu quickly sat up, wincing slightly, his tender hole protesting the sudden movement. Despite the ache, he knew he couldn't leave Gyeongsu kneeling on the floor in such a vulnerable state. The other man was clearly still intoxicated, in need of care and attention.
Namgyu lifted his hips, sinking down onto Thanos's thick cock with a soft, needy gasp. “My cock…” he hissed, his voice tight with lust. “Yeah, yours. Take it, boy,” Thanos grumbled, his deep voice a low rumble of dominance. Namgyu didn't hesitate, immediately lifting himself up and slamming back down, taking him to the hilt once more. Thanos's hand grabbed onto Namgyu's shaft, gripping it firmly as he began to stroke in time with the younger man's frantic bounces.
Namgyu buried his face in the crook of his neck, mumbling incoherently. “I know I feel better than he does… I know I do it better, take it better…” he rambled, his voice a breathy whisper. “You're mine. Only mine.” His hips moved in a frenzied rhythm, impaling himself on Thanos's thick shaft over and over. The wet slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by Namgyu's ragged pants and moans. His hands braced against Thanos's chest, clawing at the fabric of his shirt as he chased his rapidly approaching climax.
Thanos increased the pace of his strokes, holding his breath as Namgyu's frantic bouncing intensified. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice low and husky with desire. “Make a mess. C'mon,” he cooed encouragingly, his fingers flying over Namgyu's sensitive shaft. “Show me I'm yours.” The words seemed to be what pushed Namgyu over the edge. He stilled in Thanos's lap, his body tensing up as he teetered on the brink of climax. "That's it. There you go,” Thanos panted, pumping Namgyu's cock harder. “Cum, baby. Let it out.” Namgyu's moan was sharp and guttural as he finally came undone, his release erupting in powerful spurts, painting his shirt.
Namgyu's inner walls clamped down around Thanos's throbbing cock, milking him for all he was worth. The velvety texture rippled and flexed, squeezing and releasing in a delicious rhythm. “Oh ffff... you're fuckin' tight,” Thanos breathed out, his voice strained with pleasure. “Oh…” he exhaled heavily, his arms wrapping around Namgyu in a tight embrace. “I'm gonna cum,” he mumbled into the younger man's ear, his hips bucking involuntarily. “Do it,” Namgyu growled back, his own hips starting to rock against Thanos's again despite his heightened sensitivity. Thanos let out a pitiful little sound, caught between ecstasy and discomfort as his orgasm built to a crescendo.
Thanos's entire body stiffened as his climax hit. His cock pulsed and throbbed, unleashing a torrent of hot, thick cum deep inside Namgyu's welcoming heat. Wave after wave of scorching seed filled the younger man to the brim. Namgyu moaned loudly, his own body shaking with the force of Thanos's release. They clung to each other desperately, panting harshly as they rode out the aftershocks together. Their hearts pounded in sync, chests heaving as they struggled to regain their breath.
After a moment, Namgyu let out a breathless little giggle, lifting his head to look at Thanos with a dazed, satisfied smile. A lazy smirk spread across Thanos's face, his dark eyes glinting with amusement and a hint of smugness. “Needy bitch,” the older man teased playfully. “Such a crybaby,” he added, chuckling low in his throat. Namgyu punched Thanos's chest lightly in mock annoyance. Slowly, he lifted his hips, breaking their intimate connection. A trickle of cum dribbled out, spilling onto Thanos's lap as Namgyu slid off his softened cock, leaving it wet and glistening.
As Namgyu stood up, his gaze drifted over to where Minsu and Gyeongsu were now situated on the far end of the couch. Gyeongsu was leaning heavily against Minsu, who was gently petting his head. The younger man appeared to have dozed off, his breathing slow and even. Minsu, despite having been used extensively himself, had somehow managed to get both of their pants back on, the two of them now dressed once more. “He okay?” Thanos asked. “I think so…” Minsu replied, his voice tired but reassuring. “I told him not to drink that much.”
Namgyu sauntered over to the other couch, snagging his discarded pants and beginning to redress himself. Thanos rose from his seat, following closely behind. “Are YOU okay?” he asked, casting another glance back at Minsu. The smaller man hesitated for a moment before nodding, though his expression remained subdued. Namgyu flashed a fierce grin. “You're not a loser virgin anymore,” he declared proudly. “Fucked two guys in one night, jerked a third one off. You're a whore now,” he sneered, his tone dripping with mockery and disdain. “Oh, shut up. Leave him alone,” Thanos chuckled, rolling his eyes at Namgyu's crude words.
“He doesn't gotta wait for that bitch Semi to give it up now though,” Namgyu quipped, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “If she was ever gonna in the first place,” he quickly added, making himself snicker. Oh shit. Speaking of Semi… Minsu suddenly piped up, asking, “What time is it?” Thanos just shrugged nonchalantly. “Uhh... Like midnight or something. Probably later.” Minsu's response was immediate as he informed them, “She should be picking me up soon.” And just then, there was a firm knock at the door, echoing through the apartment.
Thanos immediately began walking towards the apartment door, recognizing that it was likely Semi's arrival. As he reached for the knob, Minsu suddenly sat up, his voice cutting through the air with an urgent plea. “Wait,” he said, his voice sharp and nervous. Thanos immediately froze and turned to face him. “Don't... don't tell her. Please,” Minsu begged softly, his eyes wide and desperate. “Please,” he repeated, as if the repetition might make his words more convincing. Thanos glanced over at Namgyu, who was watching the exchange with a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You got it, my boy,” Thanos assured Minsu, his tone smooth as silk. “What happens in Thanos the Great's apartment stays in Thanos the Great's apartment,” he declared, then unlocked the door and pulled it open.
And there Semi was, standing there in her full black work uniform. She pushed past Thanos, striding confidently into the apartment as if she owned the place. Empty bottles and cups littered every surface, while the air reeked of sweat and booze. She wrinkled her nose in distaste, taking in the scene. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered under her breath. “It stinks in here,” she complained, her voice tinged with disgust.
Minsu shot a worried glance over at Namgyu, who was still chuckling to himself, clearly amused by the situation. Semi's attention turned to Minsu. “Did you drink too?” she asked. Minsu shook his head, his hands trembling slightly as he spoke. “No. No, but Gyeongsu... he's like... passed out,” he explained. Semi let out a soft chuckle, her gaze drifting to Gyeongsu draped over his lap. “I can see that,” she murmured. Then, her eyes met Thanos's, a question hanging in the air. “Am I taking him home too?” He waved a dismissive hand. “Nah. He's good here, señorita,” he responded.
Semi nodded, seemingly accepting the arrangement. Her gaze settled on Minsu once more. “You ready to go?” she asked, her voice gentle yet insistent. Minsu's breaths came in small, shaky gasps, his eyes darting erratically between Thanos and Namgyu. “Helloooo,” she cooed obnoxiously, drawing his attention back to her. After a moment, Minsu nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready,” he confirmed. With care, he lifted Gyeongsu's head and extricated himself from underneath the smaller man. For a fleeting instant, he paused, staring down at him and brushing his disheveled hair out of his face. At his touch, Gyeongsu stirred in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible. “Minsu… stay… me..” is all he could make out.
“I'll see you tomorrow,” Minsu murmured back to him, his fingers gently stroking the other man's hair one last time before turning to follow Semi towards the door. As they stepped out into the hallway, Namgyu called out to Minsu, his voice low and conspiratorial. “Minsu-ah,” he said, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. At the sound of his name, Minsu's heart skipped a beat. He stopped midstep and turned to face them again. Both Thanos and Namgyu made the same silent gesture, bringing their pointer fingers to their lips in a mocking imitation of secrecy.
Minsu's face flushed a deep crimson, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he hastily turned away from the leering pair. He hurried after Semi, following her down the hallway towards the elevator. The weight of this secret was already pressing heavily upon him, already feeling like a burden he knew he'd be carrying for the rest of his days. But amidst the shame and guilt, a tender warmth persisted within him whenever he thought back to his moments with Gyeongsu. That man captivated Minsu, stirring emotions he never knew he possessed. Though the night's events would forever be etched in his memory, Minsu clung to the moments he had shared with Gyeongsu specifically, finding solace in the knowledge that their connection felt real tonight… Maybe it was real.
As the elevator doors slid shut, sealing them inside, Semi turned her gaze to him. “You okay?” she asked, her voice soft but probing. Minsu nodded quickly, trying to appear composed despite the turmoil churning within him. “You sure? If they were mean to you, I'll go back in there and fuck 'em up,” she threatened playfully, but there was a hint of sincerity underlying her words - she would indeed stand up for him if necessary. Minsu shook his head emphatically. “No, they weren't mean to me,” he insisted, hoping his assertion would suffice.
It was quiet for a long moment, the only sound being the glide of the elevator and the soft music playing inside. “So what else did you guys do? Other than sit around and drink like a couple of idiots?” Semi asked, her curiosity piqued. “We just, like… talked and played games and stuff..” he responded. And with that, the elevator dinged, signaling their arrival at the ground floor. The doors opened, bathing them in the bright lights of the lobby. Minsu took a deep breath, steeling himself for the journey ahead, his secrets locked safely within him... for now.