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It’s official, it was the hottest day of the year.
Korea had hit record-breaking temperatures, Seoul specifically, and everyone was paying the price. Due to the sudden heat wave and the number of air conditioners people had running, many buildings in the city lost power and were on generator backups. The residents were told not to use their AC whatsoever, so half the city was stuck using fans that blew the hot air around and as many cold showers as they could take.
Thanos was sprawled out across the L-shaped couch, one leg up against the back and the other dangling off the side. There was a fan positioned a few feet away, blowing air straight on him. He was in a pair of space boxers, clothes strewn across the living room haphazardly. The TV was playing some random cooking show that he was half paying attention to as he sipped his cold lemonade.
Nam-gyu, on the other hand, was laying on their daybed in the corner of the room. He had his black, sticker-covered water bottle on the floor beside him, book in hand, another fan blowing directly on him. He was wearing a baggy shirt, no pants, and a pair of bikini underwear because he found them to be more comfortable. Plus, Thanos liked when he wore them.
“Are you alive?” Nam-gyu asks the question like clockwork every fifteen minutes.
Thanos’ answers slowly get less and less wordy. He starts out with a yes, explaining some of the dishes he was watching on TV. But as the time ticked by, he paid less and less attention to the show and just mumbled to give Nam-gyu something to work with. Someone to let him know he hadn’t melted into a puddle on the couch.
“I think I’m going to die,” Thanos mutters, the longest answer in at least an hour. He sips on the straw till he can’t anymore, and it makes an obnoxious noise now that his cup is empty. “I’m out of lemonade.”
Nam-gyu snorts. “Well, why don’t you get up and get more, and bring me a glass while you’re at it.”
The man groans, throwing his head back against the plush couch. He runs his fingers through his hair, damp with sweat, and stretches his arms and legs out as far as he can. “In a second. My body needs to prepare.”
Thanos can’t see him, but he knows Nam-gyu has one of those adorable smiles on his face. Perhaps a cocked eyebrow too. “Prepare for what?”
“To walk through the wall of water in our place because of how humid it is,” he replies, still stretching. Once he had hyped himself up mentally, he rocks forward and sits up, the fan still blowing on him. He’s hit with a slight head rush, which he breathes through and then gets up and heads toward the kitchen.
He catches a glimpse of Nam-gyu on the day bed, curled on his side, book in hand. His glasses are falling down his nose, and his hair is tied back in as much of a ponytail as it could be. There are still plenty of strands against the back of his neck, damp from the heat, much like his hair. He shifts, and the large shirt rides up enough for him to catch a glimpse of the underwear he was wearing.
Thanos takes a shaky breath and tears his eyes away as he heads to the kitchen. It’s unbearably warm, and now he feels like he’s become even warmer. As he prepares two more glasses of instant lemonade with extra ice, he tries to will his brain not to think dirty thoughts. But the more he tries to push them away, the more they come to the front of his mind. The sounds, the expressions, the grip of Nam-gyu’s nails into his skin as Thanos fucked him just the way he liked.
“Shit.” Thanos stares down at the bulge in his boxers, mind spinning. It was way too hot to be having thoughts like this, let alone actually have sex, but,
“What did you do?” Nam-gyu calls from the living room. “Are we out of lemonade?”
Thanos grabs the two glasses in front of him, sweaty and cold, and hopes that it’s enough to bring down his current problem. “N-No, I’ll be right there!”
He closes his eyes, but all he can see is Nam-gyu squirming under him. Nam-gyu with tears running down his face. Nam-gyu with his mouth falling open more and more.
Fuck it. It was their day off.
Thanos brings the two glasses of lemonade over to the daybed and sits on the floor in front of it. He places one of the glasses down by Nam-gyu’s water bottle and keeps the other for himself. Nam-gyu puts his book down, slipping a plain piece of paper inside as a bookmark. He gives his boyfriend a small nod of thanks as he sits up, grabs the glass, and brings the straw to his lips.
Thanos lets his eyes roam over him now that he’s closer. He can see the beads of sweat glistening all over his body— smell them too. He’s suddenly so hard it borders on painful, and the glass of lemonade in his hand is doing little to help. His other arm is strewn across his lap, trying to hide the obvious pressing up against his boxers.
“You look like you’re about to pass out,” Nam-gyu brushes Thanos’ knee with his fingers. “Su-bong? Do you need to lie down?”
“What I need is to fuck you,” he blurts out, cheeks warm and red from both the heat, and how horny he was. “Please.”
Nam-gyu’s mouth falls open in what is probably disbelief. Thanos could be blunt, but this was not what he was expecting today. Nam-gyu’s eyes dart over him until they get down to his crotch. He flushes and brings his eyes up to look at him, laying his hand flat on Thanos’ knee. “It’s too hot for that. I’m all sweaty, you’re all sweaty, we’ll never make it through the whole thing.”
Thanos places his glass down on the floor. “I’ll make it quick,” he plucks the glass out of Nam-gyu’s hand and places it on the floor before crawling on top of him and pinning his hands down.
“Su-bong,” Nam-gyu squirms as Thanos’ head dips down to the junction where his neck meets his shoulders. He takes a deep whiff of the sweat, letting out a shaky breath in return. “Are you really this horny right now? And did you just smell me?”
“I’m always horny for you,” Thanos whispers, taking another deep inhale of the scent. He’s on his knees between Nam-gyu’s legs and he inches them forward until his legs are on his thighs and his bulge is pressed up against Nam-gyu’s ass. “You smell so good baby, fuck,” his tounge darts out to taste some of the sweat droplets and he moans. “Need you so bad.”
Nam-gyu lets out a soft breath, already starting to pant. He’s helpless under Thanos’ grip, but he wraps his legs around his waist. “Fine, but make it quick. I’m already sweating enough.”
“Gonna make you sweat even more,” Thanos trails wet kisses from his collarbones, up his neck, and then finally up to his lips. “Want you to scream my name so everyone knows it’s our day off.”
Nam-gyu chuckles through a small moan. “Our neighbors always know when it’s our day off.”
“Good, let’s make it known again.”
His lips meet Nam-gyu’s with a searing heat, wasting no time getting his tongue involved. Nam-gyu tastes like sweat and lemonade, sweet and salty, and it just makes Thanos feel even hotter. He releases his grip on Nam-gyu’s wrists to slide his hands under his body, pulling him closer as he grinds his hips forward. They both don’t need much foreplay, especially on their rare days off.
Nam-gyu moans into his mouth, hands flying up to their place on Thanos’ shoulders. Thanos can feel the way his body reacts under him, the familiar shake to his thighs, the grip of his nails, the wet spot forming in his underwear. He breaks their sloppy kiss, saliva running down his chin as he kisses down Nam-gyu’s neck. His hips grind forward against Nam-gyu’s ass an impossible warmth spreading between them, even more so than the heat of the sun
Nam-gyu is panting below him, moving his hips ever so slightly to meet his own. He whines when Thanos nips light marks into his neck, licking the sweat up as he goes. “ Hyung , hurry,”
In the next thirty seconds, both of their pairs of underwear had been tossed across the room along with Nam-gyu's shirt. He was still loose from the previous night, so Thanos had no issue sliding two fingers inside of him. They both groan, Nam-gyu a bit louder as Thanos fingers him open.
“Shit, faster,” Nam-gyu looks at him with wide pupils, gaped mouth, just like in Thanos’s fantasies earlier in the kitchen. “Don’t need much prep. You know I can take it—— can take you anytime.”
Thanos forces his fingers deeper, watching the shift in Nam-gyu’s expression as his mouth falls open with another moan. He takes his time opening him up, despite his earlier comment, while also kissing and licking all along Nam-gyu’s collarbones and chest. One of Nam-gyu’s hands is on his shoulder, the other glides down his sweat-soaked back.
“I-I thought you said this was going to… mhm, be quick?”
“What's the fun in that?” Thanos coos. “We’ll just get a little hotter, no big deal.”
If Nam-gyu had a second to think, he probably would have protested. But he was pliant under the long, slender fingers belonging to his boyfriend. “Mhm,” he brings the sweat-covered hand to his face and gives it a small sniff. Thanos watches him with interest, fingers still working him open. Nam-gyu rolls his eyes and darts his tongue out to taste the sweat he’d collected from Su-bong’s back. He can feel the moment his brain catches up to his body in the sudden realization. “Oh fuck me.”
He clenches around Su-bong's fingers as he places his palm directly against his lips. He laps up what was on his hand and lets his head fall to the side as he moans. Nam-gyu knew he was a freak; he knew his boyfriend was a freak, but he never knew it would be like this.
“Told you,” Thanos says teasingly. Nam-gyu opens his mouth to try and bite back, make some remark that would possibly save the embarrassment of the fact that he too, was getting hot and bothered over his boyfriend being sweaty. Before he can, Thanos is pulling his fingers out and replacing it with the head of his dick. “You good?”
“Ah, mhm, yeah. Maybe,” he props himself up on his elbows and grabs his water bottle. “Just give me a second,” he uncaps the bottle, and brings it to his lips. “You should drink some too.”
Thanos pulls back, holding his cock in one hand, the other under Nam-gyu’s back. “Yeah, good idea. We don’t need to actually have one of us passing out.”
Nam-gyu takes a long swig of the water and then holds the bottle up so Thanos can drink through the straw. Once they’ve both had their fill, Nam-gyu puts the bottle back off to the side and pulls Thanos down toward him by the back of his neck. Thanos meets his cold lips in a gentler kiss, the sweat and water allowing for an easy glide. There is something sweet about it, just for a second, before Thanos is sucking on his lip and fumbling to line his dick back up.
“Okay?” Thanos asks again for confirmation.
Nam-gyu grins against his lips. “Of course.”
Thanos slowly pushes himself inside, swallowing both his and Nam-gyu’s moans with another messy kiss. When he’s in all the way, he pulls back, one arm tucked under his boyfriend and the other next to his head. Nam-gyu is panting, face flushed and eyes lidded. He looks perfect like this, he always did, and he always would.
“I love you,” Thanos plants a kiss on his cheek, letting his lips glide across Nam-gyu’s cheek and down to the right side of his neck. He takes another inhale of the musk, groaning. “You’re so hot, and perfect, and I’m so lucky I get to have you. And hold you,” He squeezes Nam-gyu, inhaling again like he was doing a line of coke off of his neck. “And fuck you.”
Nam-gyu huffs a laugh, holding Thanos just as tightly. “ I love you, too. Why are you getting all sappy while you’re inside me?” He shoves his face into Thanoss’ shoulder and inhales just the same.
Thanos just hums. “Can I not love on my boyfriend on our day off? While fucking him?”
“After admitting you get off to the smell of my sweat?” Nam-gyu murmurs, as if he weren't doing the same thing with his nose buried in Thanos’ neck.
“You do too!”
Thanos moves his hips back slowly, pulling another moan from Nam-gyu’s lips. They hold eachother tight, a layer of sweat forming between them from the sheer intensity of it all, not to mention the heat of their apartment and from outside. The fan is blowing on them, but it doesn’t do much to cool them off at this point. Nam-gyu gives in to his rampant thoughts and licks up the side of Thanos’ neck, receiving a breathy moan in return.
“Fuck me why don’t you?” Nam-gyu bites Thanos’ pierced earlobe. “And make it quick.”
“Oh, I’ll make it quick if that's what you really want.”
Thanos buries his face into the crook of Nam-gyu’s neck as he drills his hips forward at a brutal pace. Immediate and loud noises fall from Nam-gyu’s mouth as he’s pounded into the daybed. All thoughts and grumpy feelings of being too warm are gone, replaced by the familiar warmth of pleasure, the familiar warmth of Thanos. He lets himself be as loud as he wants, gripping onto Thanos tightly.
“Fuu-uuuck, mhm,” Nam-gyu moans with his entire chest, struggling to breathe through the brutal thrusts and the way he was being jostled. His nails dig so deeply into his shoulder that he must have cut through the skin. “Good, so good, mhmm,”
“Yeah? You like that? Quick enough for you?” Thanos continues his pace, but his body is starting to shake. “Or do you want more?”
“H-Harder.” Nam-gyu manages, lapping at Thanos’ skin with his tongue. “Want to feel you more.”
Thanos presses a kiss below his ear. “I’ve got you.”
His thrusts become harder, and the sound of skin slapping fills the room. Nam-gyu moans louder, head falling back as the head of Thanos’ dick contually hits his g-spot in a way that makes his head spin, chest tight, and that familiar warmth in his lower abdomen. His eyes flutter open to meet Thanos’ watching the way he’d hyper-focused on pleasuring Nam-gyu. Watching him, but also looking down at the way he’s pistoning himself in and out.
Nam-gyu keeps one hand on his shoulder, brings the other to his neglected cock. He uses Thanos' sweat as lube mixed with his own precum as he jerks himself off in time with Thanos' rampant thrusts. He’s only using two fingers, but he’s just so damn senstive that it feels like it was too much. His heart thunders in his ears, and he urges Thanos back down to kiss him again, hard and without much finesse. Thanos just groans, going down to his elbow. His thrusts begin to grow sloppy as the kiss takes over his ability to think.
“I’m close.” Thanos murmurs, licking into Nam-gyu’s mouth. He grinds his hips in small circles as he thrusts, making Nam-gyu gasp for breath between moans. Thanos hasn’t given him a single break, from the ruthless pace, but he doesn’t care. Not when he was so close. “So are you.”
Nam-gyu gives him a short peck before pulling back from the kiss. “Turn me over, hm? Want you from the back when you cum.”
Thanos practically drools. “Uh-huh, yeah, course.”
There is a brief pause as they switch positions. Nam-gyu is shoved face down into one of the throw pillows, back arched and ass up, one arm folded in front of him gripping a stuffed animal they had been given as a moving in gift a few months ago. Thanos holds him down by his neck, keeping his other hand in place on his back as he pushes back in, thrusting with more purpose.
“I’m gonna make you cum,” he promises, thrusts hard and fast. “Gonna cum all over my cock, all over the bed, like you deserve.”
Nam-gyu moans in response, head to the side as he takes it, shifting his hips back against Thanos’ for added friction. From the new angle, the feeling of Thanos cock hitting his prostate is even better, so much so that pleased goosebumps are starting to spread all over his skin.
“Ah— mhm, Subong, Subong,” Nam-gyu can’t think of anything else to say. He’s much too overwhelmed. “Don’t stop, please,” his dick throbs, heavy between his legs, but the intent was clear. He was going to cum untouched all over the comforter, and that’s how things would be today. “M’ close. Wanna cum.”
Thanos keeps his pace, despite the obvious struggle. “God, me too, Nam. You’re so hot, so perfect, fuck I can’t wait for you to cum. I can’t want to fill you up.”
A few more thrusts and Nam-gyu cries out, clenching down on Thanos as thick ropes of white shoot from him and across the comforter. Thanos fucks him through it, keeping pace until he cums, burrying himself as deep as he can go inside of him. He folds over, pressing his nose to the nape of Nam-gyu’s neck in a mating press as he snaps his hips forward, small grunts coming from him until he’s had his fill.
“You still smell so good,” Thanos mutters after a minute or so. He kisses the nape of Nam-gyu’s neck, moving damp hair aside with his nose. “You did so good. Sorry I sprung that on you.”
“Never apologise for making me cum that hard,” Nam-gyu replies, attempting to catch his rapid breath. “Even if I complain about being sweaty and warm like a loser.”
Thanos laughs and presses a few more kisses to his back. “It was worth it, though, was it not?”
“Yeah,” Nam-gyu admits. Not like this was something he’d want to lie about. In fact,
“Round two in the shower?”
“Oh Nam-gyu, fuck yeah.”