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Assistant: Title: Thank You
        Author: nyaragimiau nyaragimiau 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Myung-gi had saved Nam-gyu's life.He thinks a little something in return would only be fair.
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              Myung-gi had saved Nam-gyu's life.He thinks a little something in return would only be fair.
            
        

        
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          The door to the bathroom squeaks open. Nam-gyu walks in panting, hands shaking from the adrenaline of a near death experience. He trudges up to the sinks, turning one on and letting the water run for a moment, looking up in the mirror to be met with his sweaty and exhausted face. Small blood splatters make for grotesque freckles on his pale skin.After forcefully ripping his eyes away from the pathetic sight he bends at the waist, cupping some water into his still trembling hands and splashing it onto his face. Amidst the ‘face washing’ Nam-gyu fails to hear the sound of footsteps entering the bathroom, or how they stop right behind him.He throws one last handful of water at his face - breathes in, breathes out - and straightens up. Locking eyes with himself in the mirror, he analyses the sorry state of his face before noticing someone standing right behind him. Nam-gyu's eyes widened. Fingers white-knuckling the sink.“Myung-gi.” He breathes out, not yet turning around but holding eye contact through the reflection. The sound of heavy breathing echoes throughout the empty bathroom - his own heavy breathing making his head foggy. Nam-gyu shuffles on his feet, ready to turn around and face Myung-gi, before he feels the solid warmth of another body pressing up against his shaking back.Looking back in the mirror he can see Myung-gi settled behind him, his face not revealing any of what he's thinking. The other's hands slowly come to settle on his hips - face still blank even with the rather affectionate gesture. Nam-gyu can feel heat creeping onto his still-wet cheeks, can feel his heart thumping against his chest, mouth opening and closing with the intention of speaking yet nothing comes out.“Shouldn't you thank me?” Myung-gi's voice is close. It rings out in the defeating silence of the room. When Nam-gyu meets his eyes in the mirror he can see speckles of blood marring his glass-like skin, an urge to wipe them off washes over him like the tide.“What… ?” Nam-gyu asks, quite stupidly as he'd clearly heard what the other said. But one of Myung-gi's hands crawls up to his shoulder, settling atop like a weight has been balanced on it. Almost weighing Nam-gyu's currently weak body down if not for the sturdy sink beneath his hands.“You heard me.” The other states. Fingers gripping a little tighter onto his shoulder, curling more possessively around his hip. “You should thank me for saving your life back there. I didn't have to.”The words drench Nam-gyu like an ice bath, sending a shiver down his spine, a reminder of his complete inability to protect himself; a reminder of the favour that Myung-gi had done him. Because he didn't have to, probably didn't even want to considering the @ssh@l@ he'd been to him previously.“... How?” Nam-gyu asked, his mind running with possibilities. It was likely the man wanted Nam-gyu to grovel at his feet, humiliate himself with praise after praise for being so merciful, feel white hot shame consume him whole. And in this current state, Nam-gyu would. Unasked he would drop to his knees and beg and beg for forgiveness - apology after apology spilling past his chapped lips.Myung-gi makes a humming sound, thinking, while holding Nam-gyu's gaze in the mirror. In a seemingly subconscious manner his thumb circles slowly around Nam-gyu's hip, making a whole new wave of sensations swirl in Nam-gyu's stomach. Heat pools in his gut like lava, sweat beads against his neck in anticipation and his clothes feel much too tight on his alight body. Myung-gi's body is much too close, pressed up against his back, so each breath Nam-gyu takes feels constricting.“I think I know how.” And he tightens the hand on his shoulder, pushing Nam-gyu forward so he's bent over the sink. Unable to fight back from the suddeness of the action Nam-gyu is forced into the position the other wants, another shiver wracking down his frame from the display of strength. Embarrassingly, he can feel himself get wet inside his underwear, his cheeks heating up even more at the realization that he finds the d@ckh@@d who ruined his life arousing.Leaning down, the front of Myung-gi’s body is once again pressed up against Nam-gyu's back, his hips aligned with the curve of Nam-gyu's ass and Nam-gyu can feel a growing hardness against him. No f@ck@ng way.“How about you become my b@tch now?” His voice tickles Nam-gyu's ear, other hand still busy drawing mindless circles against his hip. “I saved your life. You owe me.” That possessive tone only serves to make Nam-gyu soak his underwear even more, now steadily dripping from how aroused he is by the situation. And, going by the hard c@ck being pressed against his ass, he'd be correct in assuming Myung-gi is equally as turned on as him.Weirdly enough, Thanos crosses his mind. Nam-gyu would've willingly bent over for him at any time had he asked, but instead that @ssh@l@ had opted for whoring himself out to any woman in the general vicinity like a pathetic dog. F@ck him. If that idiot was too blind to see the willing person in front of him then he'd missed his chance - clearly, given the fact that he was now dead. Plus, it would p@ss him off to hear MG Coin of all f@ck@rs got to have s@x with Nam-gyu.
  F@ck it.
Nam-gyu nods his head, bracing himself against the sink and spreading his legs wider, arching his back and looking back at Myung-gi. The other man smirks. Sliding his hand down his back after letting go of his shoulder, Myung-gi slips a thumb under the waistband of the turquoise pants. He begins pulling them down Nam-gyu's ass and lets them pool around his ankles.Next his fingers tease along the band of his underwear, slipping a finger underneath and again sliding them off Nam-gyu slowly. Once his dripping p@ssy is revealed to the chilly air in the bathroom Nam-gyu whimpers, wanting to close his legs but is unable to due to the pants threating to have him falling around his ankles.Myung-gi separates himself from Nam-gyu's back, taking a long look down his body, admiring the sight of his bare skin with a branding stare that Nam-gyu swears he can feel burning his skin. Under the scrutiny Nam-gyu whimpers again, a pathetic sound, willing the guy to just get on with it.“You seem used to this… Did Thanos wh@r@ you out like this when he wanted?” Myung-gi teasingly asks. Shame, shame, shame. Burning shame sets his whole body alight at the thought of others thinking he'd let Thanos f@ck him in the middle of a death game. But before he could even try to deny the claim a hand is thrust out in front of his face. “Suck.”
  Ridiculous.
Nam-gyu hesitantly opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out to lap shyly at the digits, then bringing his head forward a bit to take them into his mouth. They were salty - the taste making his mouth salivate and the slide of his tongue against them more easy. He can feel his p@ssy pulsing, slick dripping down the inside of his thigh from the thought of sucking the man's actual c@ck, feeling it block his airways or stuffing him full.He brings his lips down to the webbing of Myung-gi's fingers, hollowing his cheeks out on the way up and relishing in the small moan Myung-gi muffles. He continues the bobbing of his head until he hears the other man hiss and the digits are promptly pulled out of his mouth - a string of saliva snapping from the growing distance between.“That's enough.” Myung-gi's voice is strained, and Nam-gyu can see, from the corner of his eyes, the subtle flush on the apples of his cheeks.Nam-gyu smirks and wiggles his hips invitingly, “Come on…” He whines out, elongating the vowels, just itching to be stretched out already. And it seems as though Myung-gi feels the same, because the next moment he feels the soaked digits parting his p@ssy lips, dragging through the slick and gathering some of it on his fingers.“So wet…” The man says, inching his fingers closer to his cl@t and giving a short rub. His other hand grips Nam-gyu’s hip once again for stability. Nam-gyu suddenly mewls, legs shaking, slick pouring like a faucet; the tips of his fingers teasingly slip inside his c@nt but never enter fully. “Bet Thanos would've killed for this.”And with that Myung-gi shoves two fingers inside his c@nt, scissoring them apart and stretching out Nam-gyu's walls. Nam-gyu moans with his whole chest, gripping the cold porcelain beneath his hands tighter and breathing heavily with each pump of the long digits inside of him, “Ah! Aah! H-harder..” He pants out, spit already pooling in his mouth from the delicious way those fingers work him open.Without comment Myung-gi obeys, speeding up the pace of his thrusts and even slipping another finger inside, “Such a wh@r@, bending over for anyone to f@ck you.” And Nam-gyu doesn't even bother defending himself, continues to moan and pant like a b@tch in heat, because f@ck- he's gotten this far. There's nowhere to go but forward.Suddenly, Myung-gi curls his fingers upwards after a deep thrust. Nam-gyu screams - p@ssy tightening against the intrusion and squirting around his fingers. His chest heaves from the force of his @rg@sm, and Myung-gi's fingers haven't stopped pumping inside of him for even a second. The sensation borders on overstimulation but slick keeps on dripping, and Nam-gyu is left whining, “S-stop.. please! I can't-” And is cut off by another whine when Myung-gi's fingers curl right into that perfect spot again.“Just a little more…” Myung-gi whispers against the shell of his ear, and Nam-gyu hadn't even noticed when the man had draped himself on his back again, only knows now that the teeth scraped against his skin cause him to shudder. Another wave of slick pouring out of him and onto his thighs, coating Myung-gi's stilling digits. The man stops and pulls his fingers out, leaving him all empty.“Just put it in already..” Nam-gyu complains, voice weak and breathy, slightly scratchy from the endless moans that had poured out if him just a minute ago. He hears shuffling behind him then the sound of something dropping to the ground; craning his neck he can somewhat see Myung-gi undressing from the waist down. His pants off first followed by his own underwear.He uses his sullied hand to grasp around his erect c@ck, already leaking precome from the red tip, and spread the slick as a mock-lubricant. Nam-gyu feels the hand around his hip tighten then loosen which each stroke of the other's hand against his c@ck.Myung-gi unwraps his hand from his c@ck and grips the base, guiding it in between Nam-gyu's legs. He drags the tip between Nam-gyu's wet folds, teasing along his hole like he did with his fingers, and Nam-gyu is back to whining. Impatiently, Nam-gyu pushes his hips back in an attempt to get the c@ck inside him, crying a little everytime the tip presses inside then just as quickly comes out. There's tears gathering on his lashes making his vision blurry, spit looking in his mouth making his words garbled.“You're dripping for it…” Myung-gi notes, a slight rasp in his voice, and leans back down again over Nam-gyu's trembling frame to peer at his face. “To think Thanos didn't get to have this- but I do.” The tears freely slide down his cheeks now and Myung-gi licks them up, taking sick pleasure in having him like this at his mercy.Having decided that he's had enough Myung-gi presses the blunt head of his c@ck to Nam-gyu's c@nt and pushes. All of his length is enveloped by Nam-gyu's velvet walls in one fell swoop and he stills, hips flush to the other's ass and breathing deeply.“F@ck! You're still tight as f@ck even after all that stretching…” But Nam-gyu can't register anything beside the feeling of his thick c@ck parting his insides - what the man lacks in length he makes up for in girth, clearly. Whimper after whimper trembles past Nam-gyu's lips, a line of drool on the side of his face and down his chin, his p@ssy tightening around Myung-gi's c@ck begging for any kind of movement.Both of Myung-gi's hands are now tightened around his hips and he grips hard before pulling out slowly and pushing back inside at a leisurely pace. The man huffs out in pleasure with each stroke of Nam-gyu's walls around his c@ck.After a minute of slow pumps his hips pick up the pace, pistoning inside harder and harder so the sound of skin slapping echoes throughout the empty bathroom. “F@ck that's good…” He murmurs, “You like that, huh? F@ck@ng sl@t.” And all Nam-gyu can do is mewl uselessly, body spent and powerless - which it seems Myung-gi doesn't appreciate.Out of nowhere he winds a hand into his hair, gripping the black strands between his fingers before pulling Nam-gyu's head up from where it was lolled. He pulls it right in front of the mirror so Nam-gyu's debauched face is reflected back at him: spit soaked, tear stained, and flushed in arousal.“Imagine Thanos could see you right now. His little b@tch being f@ck@d by someone else.” He punctuates that sentence with a harsh thrust into him, angling it upwards so it hits directly into his sweet spot and Nam-gyu cries out. “Tell me… Am I better than him?”Between the fog permeating his mind Nam-gyu finds some words to string together a sentence, “He's never- uhn! - f@ck@d me…”Myung-gi's thrusts seem to pick up the pace once again with renewed vigor, now all of them hitting right where Nam-gyu needs it most. “Seems he's missing out, especially when you're so easy.” Myung-gi tugs on his hair again, arching his back and making his c@ck go in that much deeper inside Nam-gyu's c@nt. He's pouring around the length stuffed inside, shameful squelching noises ringing out each time Myung-gi buries himself back in. His inner thighs are drenched down to his feet where the tracksuit pants are darkening with wet spots too.“Let me ask again,” He groans lowly before continuing, “You like being f@ck@d like this? Like a wh@r@?”Nam-gyu is stuck in his own mind, body moving with each sharp thrust and he's all pliant to everything Myung-gi decides to do, no more than a toy to be used. “Y-yea.. your wh@r@…” He babbles out, tongue heavy in his mouth.“That's right, you're my b@tch now.” And Myung-gi leans forward, latches onto Nam-gyu's bared neck and bites, sucks the salty skin into his mouth and leaves behind a reddening hickey for anyone to see. Nam-gyu can see him smirk in the reflection, his own hair sweaty and stuck to his forehead; sees how his eyes crinckle in pleasure with each thrust inside.“I'm close…” Nam-gyu breathes out, his legs are shaking more than ever under the weight of his body and the only thing keeping him from face planting in the sink is Myung-gi's tight grip on his hair. His p@ssy tightens, @rg@sm impending.“Yeah?” Another thrust. “Who do you belong to?”“Y-you.. all yours! Ahn!” More drool dribbles past Nam-gyu's lips to slide past his chin and down his neck, “Let me come, please!”The hand in his hair tightens, dragging his whole body up to be flush with Myung-gi's back, “What do you say for sparing your life?” He rasps in Nam-gyu’s ear, a deep thrust accompanied by each word sending Nam-gyu closer and closer to the edge.“Thank you!” Nam-gyu groans, swallowing the spit in his mouth and sniffling, “Thank you, thank you for sparing me…”Myung-gi moans beside his ear, hot breath tickling it and causing Nam-gyu to shiver even more, sensation after sensation piled on top of one other for an amalgamation of pure, unadulterated pleasure.“Good boy. You can come.”As soon as he heard those words the cocktail of arousal brewing in his stomach explodes. His c@nt clenched impossibly tight around Myung-gi's girth, resulting in him forcefully having to slow down his thrusts, and a wet rush like a waterfall liberally coats his thighs, clothes and the floor beneath him.“Thank you, thank you…” Nam-gyu mindlessly whimpers, head still held up by Myung-gi's iron girl, “Come inside, please- ah..”“Ugh! Since you asked so nicely…” Myung-gi’s grip on his hip gets tighter, bruises already forming in the shape of his hands as an embarrassing reminder of what lengths Nam-gyu is willing to go to; he thrusts once, twice, then buries himself to the hilt inside Nam-gyu's c@nt with an animalistic shout.Spurts of hot come warm Nam-gyu up from the inside like a fire on a winter's day, settling in his stomach and creating an almost invisible bump on his abdomen from the sheer amount that's being pumped inside him. Myung-gi ruts his hips slowly into him, riding out the last waves of his @rg@sm, before completely stilling with a heavy sigh.He pulls out, Nam-gyu whimpers, taking all the warmth away with him and leaving Nam-gyu feeling emptier than ever. His gaping p@ssy clenches around nothing as ropes of come drip from his c@nt and down his thigh. Nam-gyu's knees shake uncontrollably as he catches his breath while holding onto the sink again.Unexpectedly, Myung-gi's hand weaves back into his hair and pulls his head back, “Clean yourself up, and don't speak of this.” He lets go and Nam-gyu's head drops forward.The sound of departing footsteps can be heard, followed by the door creaking open and immediately shutting once again.Nam-gyu is left bent over the sink, dirty and stuffed full of come, with nobody to help him. He sighs.Flinching when he feels a gust of cold air behind him, making goosebumps rise along his sweaty skin. But when he turns around there is nothing there…
  Weird.'
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