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There he was.
Namgyu, bored out of his mind watching some random eyesore cartoon he didn’t care about, but Minsu had begged for him to put on. The constant sound of please please please getting stuck in his head for far too long.
Namgyu had essentially been forced to babysit his little brother, Minsu, since his mom and dad went out to some fancy hotel after dinner for their anniversary week.
Seven whole days with the little shit.
Since Namgyu was seventeen, it’s become an expectation for him to take care of his younger brother, which has only sparked a small hatred towards Minsu that would just explode whenever his anger issues got the better of him, despite Minsu being only four years old.
But of course, because of Namgyu’s pettiness and quickness to anger, he didn’t even realize how stupid he looked, getting pissed off so easily by a damn toddler.
But he didn’t care.
Didn't think he’d even want to care at this point.
No way in hell those cheapskates would actually hire a real babysitter, claiming that it was apparently too expensive, too dangerous, and a huge waste of time since Namgyu was right there.
Great.
Now, it’s not like this was the first time he’d been forced to babysit him. He’d even brought Thanos over a couple times before, sometimes because Thanos wanted to see his “lil boy Minsu,” and just so Namgyu could go out for some peace of mind.
Thanos had always been… weirdly obsessed with Minsu.
Giving him little nicknames and showing off his lame rapping skills were normal, yeah, anyone could say that. But he’d always stare for just a tad bit too long, kept tickling him in very… low areas, and once even asked if he could help Minsu bathe since he couldn’t do it alone and Namgyu’s mother was busy at the moment.
I mean, who does that?
But whatever, Namgyu brushed all of this off, simply deeming Thanos as an emergency babysitter whenever he got too tired of Minsu’s antics. And not trying to dig deeper into it.
Couldn’t get rid of his best friend and his dealer over Minsu’s potential safety. Even Namgyu himself felt small, very small, amounts of discomfort when Thanos would come over, but cutting him off completely? That was simply out of the question.
And of course, as if god himself were trying to punish Namgyu, Thanos just had to send him a quick apology that he couldn’t come over, and said that he’d be busy, and wishes he could see his “lil boy.”
Busy doing what exactly? Cocaine? Ecstasy? Popping random pills that neither of them even knew the name of? Thanos, that fucking junkie… whatever, it’s just one day. He can come over tomorrow.
Namgyu scoffed looking down at his phone, clearly not believing it. He stared back up at the random colorful cartoon Minsu had been watching, then back down at him, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
“Great going, Thanos.” Namgyu clicked his tongue, throwing a random pillow that was next to him at the back of Minsu’s head, joking, but still meant to hurt.
And it did.
“Ow! Why’d you do that…?” Minsu pouted, rubbing where the pillow had hit him.
Namgyu simply laughed, throwing another.
This time even harder.
Faster.
More… energy put into it now.
”S…Stop it…!” Minsu whined, shielding himself from any more hits.
“Damn, it’d be better watching a fucking dog than this crybaby.” Namgyu groaned, throwing one last pillow at Minsu’s head, causing the boy to start bursting into tears like he usually did when overwhelmed.
“Why are you so m…mean…!” Minsu sobbed, picking up the stuffed animal he’d been playing with and running off to his room. He kept trying and failing to slam his door because of the child safety mechanisms on it.
Namgyu laughed through his nose, changing the channel to some random horror movie that was currently playing.
He didn’t even like horror movies that much, but he knew Minsu hated them.
Probably the only reason he was even watching this crap.
Obviously, the wimp watched just one little scene of a jigsaw movie and had to sleep in his mom’s bed for a month straight.
A whole fucking month.
Namgyu couldn’t help but burst out laughing whenever Minsu ran off screaming after he’d started showing him even more clips of the movie.
Then when she got tired of Minsu’s nonstop whining and fidgeting in the bed, she sent him to go sleep in Namgyu’s room instead.
Now at first, Namgyu immediately refused. He started complaining about how Minsu would piss the bed or keep him up or something, but ultimately had no choice other than to agree, since his mom was just as petty and snappy as him.
It wasn’t… all that bad.
Okay no, it was actually a lot nicer than Namgyu had been expecting.
It felt good having a warm presence around him when he went to sleep again, plus the familiar scent of Minsu’s baby shampoo was oddly therapeutic. And whenever Namgyu had woken up before Minsu, he’d often find the younger boy clinging to his shirt, looking for some comfort too.
When that happened, he’d woken up with a boner on multiple of those nights, though he’d brushed it off, claiming it to just be morning wood or a natural reaction.
But he knew.
He knew.
Minsu, his little brother, the smug little bastard simply just going to sleep had somehow gotten him hard.
And he wasn’t ashamed.
Well, not as much as he should’ve been.
There was just something about that innocence in Minsu’s eyes Namgyu wanted so desperately to break. Those small smiles, the ways he’d randomly ask for help for things he was more than capable of doing himself,
That little sparkle of trust and curiosity inside of Minsu picked at Namgyu in ways he himself didn’t understand, and in ways nobody else could find out about.
“Ahh… how could something so cute be so goddamn annoying?” Namgyu sighed as he reminisced, scratching at his neck, then getting up to get a snack as a distraction.
He made his way to the fridge, picking up a sticky note his mother had written for him. Obviously, Minsu couldn’t reach that high on the fridge.
He probably couldn’t even read it anyway.
He read it out loud. Slowly. Mocking it in a high pitched voice.
“Hii! Dinner is in the fridge. Heat it up on the stove if you guys get hungry and promise that you’re being careful. Make sure Minsu eats his vegetables or he can’t have any candy. Don’t let him stay up too late.”
Namgyu rolled his eyes, most of this being obvious to him and didn’t have to be written. What was he, an idiot? And then, right at the bottom of the sticky note.
“Love, Mom.”
“God she’s so embarrassing...” He scoffed, crumpled the paper, and tossed it into the trash as he took out a big pot of spaghetti that he was assuming was supposed to be dinner. And he was right.
He set the stove to medium heat, taking out a smaller pot full of broccoli and other mixed vegetables, clearly meant for Minsu.
Oh right. Minsu.
Namgyu almost forgot he existed for a second.
Had he really been crying about the stupid pillow thing for all this time? Namgyu scoffed again, claiming that Minsu was just being way too sensitive again.
“Minsu-ya!” He called out, a little louder than he should’ve, already becoming somewhat annoyed.
“Look if you’re gonna be a total crybaby loser then I don’t care, but you’re not gonna go to bed hungry. I’m not getting in trouble because of you starving after having a little temper tantrum.
A beat of silence.
Then, slow, soft footsteps were heard making their way down the stairs. Minsu had his dinosaur blanket draped over his head, dragging behind him as he walked to the table.
“You’re… you’re not supposed to say those kinds of words.” Minsu looked up at him with puffy eyes. “Mommy said that… that they’re no no words.”
“What? I can’t say "loser?” Namgyu scoffed, occasionally stirring at the pots on the stove so they wouldn’t burn.
“No… I mean the… uhm, the F word.” Minsu mumbled.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He teased, then perked up. “You mean… fuck?” Namgyu raised his eyebrow, smirking at Minsu’s reaction.
Minsu frowned at that, then nodded.
“Well, mommy isn’t here now is she?” Namgyu said in a mocking tone, setting up the plates out on the table. “Now shut up already and eat your damn food.” He put what he deemed an okay amount of spaghetti on Minsu’s plate, and a heap of broccoli on the side, knowing how much he hated it.
Minsu pouted, then took a small bite of his food, chewing slowly with his head down.
“Don’t do that.” Namgyu said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with how sadly Minsu was looking at him.
“Don’t do what…?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Using your sad little baby face to make me feel guilty. Stop it.” Namgyu reached out, pinching one of Minsu’s cheeks much harder for someone as sensitive as him, not letting go until Minsu whined again.
“Ow! Okay okay.”
“Mmm… you say okay but you’re still doing it. Still using those big eyes to make me feel like I’m some sort of a monster.”
And he wouldn’t be all that wrong.
Namgyu then gave a soft, wet kiss to Minsu’s forehead, keeping his lips there for a few seconds longer than he should have before pulling away.
“You’re annoying.” Namgyu mumbled, unable to suppress the small grin from forming on his face as Minsu smiled back at him. “Finish your food, brush your teeth, and go to sleep. Got it?”
Minsu frowned again, then pouted. “But it’s the weekend… I don’t wanna go to sleep yet.”
“Fine stay up, I was about to watch a super duper scary movie anyway.” Namgyu teased, smiling as Minsu’s expression dropped instantly.
“What… What kind of scary movie…?” Minsu asked hesitantly, fidgeting with his dinosaur blanket again.
“A movie where little bitches with bowl cuts get sold to butchers and eaten by cannibals.” Namgyu moved in even closer, whispering directly into Minsu’s ear, making the younger boy shiver from his sensitivity. “And you know what else? I think it’s based on a true story too.”
Minsu’s face paled.
“Okay! Okay, I’ll go to sleep, I promise! Don’t say that...” Minsu began shoveling food into his mouth, occasionally choking and having Namgyu pat his back and yell at him not to rush. “I’m done.”
“No you’re not.” Namgyu looked at Minsu’s plate, a few strands of spaghetti and pieces of broccoli left over. “You think I was born yesterday or something?”
“Namgyu-hyung… I can’t finish this,” Minsu whined, pushing his plate away. “I’m full.”
Namgyu clicked his tongue again.
“Why do you have to be so goddamn annoying just when I’m actually starting to like you? It pisses me off.” Namgyu put his hand over his face. “Fine whatever, just… erm, just throw it away I guess. I won’t tell mom you wasted food again. You know how she gets.”
Minsu immediately started beaming at that, getting up to toss his leftovers in the trash, delivering a quick, small kiss to Namgyu’s cheek to show him his gratitude.
Fuck.
That quick little kiss on the cheek had sparked something deep inside of Namgyu that he’d been trying way too hard to repress. Something he knew he’d regret later on.
Namgyu stared at him for a moment, innocently putting his dishes away in the sink using the bright blue step stool his mother specifically bought for him.
Then, an idea.
“Minsu-ya? Can you come here for a second?”
Namgyu called innocently, getting up for a brief moment to grab something out of a cabinet Minsu couldn’t reach. A jar of assorted candies and gummies their mother had bought a few weeks ago.
Minsu’s eyes widened instantly, using his short legs to follow Namgyu as he made his way back to the living room, plopping down on the couch, patting the seat next to him.
“Yeah…? What is it?” Minsu said, staring more so at the candy on Namgyu’s lap than at Namgyu himself.
“You want to play a little game with me before you go to bed? Just like we used to.” Namgyu shook the candy jar with an uncomfortably big smile, Minsu nodded instantly. “Uh-uh, use your words.”
“Yes!” Minsu grinned. “Yes I wanna play!” Minsu said enthusiastically, reaching for a piece of candy, before getting a soft smack on his wrist. “Hey…!”
“I haven’t explained the rules yet. For every piece of candy that I give you, you have to give me… a kiss. Yeah, a kiss, does that sound fun?” Minsu stared at him for a bit, then giggled at that.
“That’s it?” Minsu asked after a few seconds.
“Mhm.” Namgyu then opened the jar of candy as a bigger incentive for Minsu to actually play.
Then, after a few seconds, Minsu crawled closer, giving a soft kiss to Namgyu’s cheek, excitedly reaching out for candy, only to be refused.
“Hey…!” Minsu pouted a bit, still trying to grab the jar of candy with his stubby little hands. “That’s cheating, I gave you the kiss, Namgyu!”
“Well yeah, but you have to give me a special kiss for this type of game.” Namgyu felt a little nervous for taking advantage of his little brother like this. Not in any way nervous from the disgustingness of it all, but nervousness of getting caught by someone. “You have to give me a kiss on the lips for this game, okay?”
Minsu blinked at him. “On the lips?” Namgyu nodded casually. “But… Mommy said that’s for grownups or couples or something, yuck!”
“Well, uhm… that’s just when they start using their tongue or something.” Namgyu’s face flushed slightly. “Besides, that’s how you play the game. It doesn’t actually mean anything, it just makes the other person feel good, while you get a piece of candy. It’s a win-win situation, right?”
He patted his lap, waiting for Minsu to sit down on it, biting back a groan after feeling Minsu’s small, warm body accidentally pressing down on his crotch as Minsu started adjusting himself.
Oh fuck, he was already getting hard.
Very hard.
“Too early for that.” Namgyu internally cursed, getting a confused look from Minsu, still on his lap.
He'd take care of it later when Minsu had gone to sleep and there was no one around to bother him. Minsu shifted around uncomfortably, turning then lifting his head up to face Namgyu.
“Namgyu, what is that?” Minsu giggled as he kept moving, only making Namgyu’s dick grow even harder from the friction. “It feels all weird and ticklish on my butt.”
“It’s, uhm… just the remote.” Namgyu lied, voice coming off a bit more breathlessly as he wanted it to. God, that innocence, the trust. Namgyu wanted to break it so badly it hurt. “Stop asking silly questions.”
“But the remote is right over—”
“Okay, back to the game!” Namgyu changed the subject much too cheerfully, pushing Minsu off of him and using a random pillow nearby to cover up his boner to avoid any further questions.
Minsu didn’t dwell on the “remote mystery” any longer, eagerly listening and waiting for a piece of candy.
“Minsu, you want your big brother to feel good right?” He said softly, holding up Minsu’s face with both hands, Minsu nodding hesitantly. “It’s just like you’re kissing me on the cheek, but you’re not, okay? You can close your eyes too. That makes it even more fun.”
After a couple more seconds of silence, Namgyu picked up and shook the candy jar again. “You know… I don’t have to watch a horror movie tonight. We can just stay up watching some dumb cartoons.”
And Minsu lit up at that. Instantly.
“So… I just have to give you a teeny tiny kiss for some candy?” Namgyu smiled, nodding his head. “That’s it?”
“Right.” Namgyu flicked the top of Minsu’s forehead, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep him focused. “But, this game is… special. Got that?”
“Special? How?” Minsu asked, still staring at the rainbow jar of candy, now resting on Namgyu’s lap.
“Well… this game is just for us, got it? A special game that only we know about, and only we get to play, okay?” Namgyu whispered despite the fact that they were alone, directly in Minsu’s ear. “Don’t tell anyone. Ever.”
“So it’s a secret? I’m good at keeping secrets, like my friend Youngmi from school told me she peed her pants one time and I haven’t told anyone about it!”
Namgyu stared, then laughed at that. He saw Minsu as someone so sweet, yet so… dumb. So trusting. So naive. Which made his temptations even stronger and harder to resist.
“Minsu-ya, this is a really special game. And if you tell anyone, then you and I will get in a lot of trouble, and we can’t play together anymore. You don’t want that to happen, right Minsu?” He nudged Minsu lightly. “Right Minsu, my lil boy?”
“I don’t want anyone to get in trouble!” Minsu pouted, crossing his arms. “I just wanna play with you.”
“Good, neither do I.” Namgyu finally opened the jar of candy, holding a colorful piece out, right in Minsu’s face and dropping it back into the jar. “Now come on, you want the candy don’t you? Let’s play.”
And then, after gaining a small amount of courage, Minsu leaned over, his small, soft lips giving a quick peck at Namgyu’s mouth.
That wasn’t enough.
Before the younger boy could fully pull away, Namgyu cupped the sides of Minsu’s face, giving a harder, wetter kiss back, being careful not to use any tongue. Yet.
Minsu pulled apart first, breathing heavily and sputtering, wiping at his mouth with a slight flush on his face. “Eww! That was all slimey and gross! I like when you give me cheek kisses better.”
“Yes it's “slimey,” he said in a high pitched tone, supposedly mocking Minsu. “But it was fun right?” Minsu shrugged at that. “Awh… you’ll get used to it. Now here, your reward.”
Namgyu then gestured to the jar of candy on his lap. “You can take a handful. A big one.” Minsu’s eyes widened again, smiling widely with those chubby cheeks Namgyu just wanted to bite into.
“Yay! Thank you!”
But, right before Minsu could put his hand even an inch closer, Namgyu spoke again, lightly swatting his hand away. “Just… uhm, wanna play that game again? Just one more time?” Minsu frowned slightly, Namgyu only smiled wider. “Come on, just one more game for your big bro?”
Minsu pulled his arm back, his smile faltering slightly. “I’ll get more candy if I do?” Namgyu nodded. “Can… uhm, can I do it on the cheek?” He mumbled hesitantly, Namgyu only scoffed in response.
“Anyone can give cheek kisses, Minsu. These kisses are… special, alright. Are you saying I’m not special? That I’m just super boring and you hate me?” Namgyu fake pouted, moving the candy jar around and shaking it.
“No no no! I didn’t say that!” Minsu said softly, looking up at Namgyu, with a glint of something in his eyes the younger boy didn’t quite understand, but knew he didn’t like. “It’s just… uhm… I don’t know. It made my tummy feel weird.”
“You sick or something? Haven’t even eaten any candy yet.”
“No. Not like a tummy-ache but it feels close to it.”
“Well yeah, that’s also a part of the game.” Namgyu scratched at his head, doubting such an obvious lie to the point where he wouldn’t be surprised if Minsu caught on.
Minsu looked up at him, confused. “It is…?”
“Yeah, that just means that you lost the game.”
“I don’t wanna lose!” Minsu whined.
“Then let’s just play one more round then, yeah? Then you and I can both win. Does that sound fun?” Minsu hesitated. “If we do, you can have candy for breakfast tomorrow morning.” Namgyu added affectionately, Minsu instantly looked up at him, that big smile on his face returning.
“Okay, if you say so.” Minsu stepped forward, Namgyu grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him closer. Just… just one more time then…?”
“Yup.”
“But… what if I get that tummy feeling again?”
“Then you can just say… err, gummy. Yeah, just say gummy, and I’ll stop immediately, give you your candy, and we’ll call it a night. Does that sound okay?”
Silence.
Namgyu didn’t like it.
“Minsu-ya…? Don’t ignore me! You know I hate the silent treatment.” Namgyu gave him a light head flick to the forehead again.
“If I say gummy, then… then we’ll stop playing?” Minsu looked up at him, reaching out to hold Namgyu’s much bigger hand.
Namgyu nodded, grabbing the sides of Minsu’s face before kissing him again. He started applying slow, careful kisses on Minsu’s soft lips that eventually made their way to becoming sloppy, rough ones that spread not only on Minsu’s mouth, but the rest of his face as well.
Minsu whined at this, the familiar uncomfortability making its way back into his small body after blooming in his gut. Minsu stayed still for a minute.
As young as he was, he knew that… something about this was wrong, just didn’t know what it was, and didn’t want to interrupt his brother's fun.
Then, Namgyu, clearly craving more, pinched the back of Minsu’s neck, hard enough to the point where his skin turned pink.
His plan was to elicit a soft whine so that Namgyu could finally stick his tongue inside Minsu’s mouth.
Which worked.
The way he’d been tasting and exploring Minsu’s small mouth with his own had felt like he’d somehow done this before.
Minsu froze instantly, his eyes widening as Namgyu closed his own eyes in pure bliss. Minsu didn’t want Namgyu to be upset if he pulled away too fast, but he needed this to stop. That “slimey” feeling came back, as well as the violent flips that his stomach had been doing in extreme discomfort.
“Nam- Namgyu… stop, I don’t want to play anymore!” Minsu whined, most of it being muffled and drowned out by Namgyu’s own mouth on his.
Namgyu obviously didn’t stop, intentionally pushing his tongue deeper inside, eliciting small choking sounds from Minsu since it was a struggle to even breathe properly.
Minsu panicked, his breathing growing rapidly, then remembered the safe-word Namgyu told him to stop the game.
“Gummy!” Minsu said, stuttering and struggling to breathe because of the sensation in his mouth. “Gummy, Namgyu, I- I said gummy!” Minsu then started crying, throwing weak pushes and slaps in Namgyu’s direction, telling him to stop.
Namgyu heard all of this. He felt it too. But he didn’t care.
Didn’t want to care.
At least not for now.
After what Namgyu deemed an appropriate amount of time passed, he pulled apart after hearing the sobbing and whining of the word gummy after what was around ten times.
Wow. He’d really gotten into it, huh? A small part of him intentionally wanted to keep going, but that would be too much for such a small boy like Minsu.
Can’t break him too early.
Maybe another day.
He pulled away with a thick string of saliva from their mouths, wiping away at Minsu’s face, which was now a red, teary eyed mess.
“Minsu-ya?” He breathed, looking down at Minsu, who was staring widely at nothing in particular, but still quiet.
Still shaken up.
“You did it, you won…” He teased, making Minsu finally look back up at him, but he still kept silent. “You want some more candy?” Namgyu picked up and shook the forgotten candy jar next to him, finally getting Minsu’s complete attention.
“Yes please…” Minsu mumbled, still slightly panting. He reached over to pick up some candy from the jar Namgyu had put on his lap, suddenly uncomfortable with the way Namgyu had bit his lip while watching him.
“I- I said gummy… and you didn’t stop.”
“Did you? I’m so sorry, I guess I just didn’t hear.” Namgyu patted the seat next to him on the couch, which Minsu hesitantly nodded, sitting next to him.
Not too far to avoid being mean, but not too close either. Namgyu noticed this, pulling Minsu closer as he changed the channel to some children’s TV show that they’d both watch.
They were too close for Minsu’s immediate comfort. Way too close. But Minsu felt bad for even thinking that, thinking he was being a bad brother.
Minsu thought for a moment.
This was completely normal for brothers to do. Like Namgyu said, it’s just a game.
Right…?
“Namgyu…” Minsu said quietly during a commercial break, fidgeting nervously with his hands like he usually did when nervous. “I don’t… uhm, I don’t think I wanna play that game anymore.” Namgyu looked at him, his face still flushed and his cheeks tear stained.
For a moment, Namgyu felt guilty about using his innocent little brother in such an obscene way, but pushed it aside like he usually did. It was always like this with Namgyu.
He was greedy.
Sick.
Fucked in the head and didn’t care.
Constantly putting his own needs, most of the time sexual and physical, ahead of his morals. Well, it wasn't really… all his fault anyway.
That son of a bitch Thanos was a bad influence on him, showing him these weird ass roleplay porn videos and putting these thoughts into his head.
This was all his fault anyway. Always talking about how lucky Namgyu had been to have a little brother as cute as Minsu, and the things he’d do if he had one.
Seemingly an innocent comment, but Thanos was just as much of a scumbag as Namgyu, so he knew, but continued on with this cursed friendship.
For pills, out of loneliness, and relatability. Two pieces of shit. God, it’s almost like they were really made for each other, aren’t they?
Once, when the two were together watching a cheap porno over at Thanos’s house, Namgyu wanted to kill him for making a “joke” about having a threesome with Minsu in the middle. Namgyu remembers smacking him a total of three times that day.
Once for the pure audacity of that sentence.
Another time for being so damn creepy.
And one final time because Namgyu didn’t exactly hate the idea of it.
Namgyu sometimes found himself thinking about it on his own time, then somehow getting a boner a few seconds later.
Namgyu claimed that all of this messed up thinking was Thanos’s fault, putting these weird scenarios and ideas in his head.
Okay, that was only a half lie, Namgyu indulged in these urges willingly and on his own account. Not proud, yet not quite ashamed, always having a Fuck are you gonna do about it mentality to back him up.
He looked back at Minsu after realizing he’d been zoning out.
“I’m sorry,” Namgyu said softly, using one hand to stroke Minsu’s hair and he delivered a softer, less… aggressive kiss to the top of Minsu’s head.
Minsu didn’t tense up this time. That was good.
“It was just your first time playing, and I just wanted to make sure that you won!” Namgyu lied, almost believing it himself. “Right buddy? My lil boy? Please don’t be mad at me.
Minsu gave a slow nod, but that clearly wasn’t enough. Namgyu then turned to the side, facing Minsu, and then began tickling him when faced with even more silence.
Minsu instantly started bursting out into unwarranted laughter, giggling to the point of crying as he frantically told Namgyu to stop.
“Hah! Okay, okay! I’m not mad! I swear, stop it!” Minsu gasped through his laughter, throwing more soft pushes at Namgyu, which were rendered completely useless with how much stronger the older boy was.
Namgyu then leaned forward, and gave a small kiss to the top of Minsu’s forehead, waiting for his reaction. Namgyu was pleased to see that Minsu didn’t complain or look upset this time, in fact, he was smiling.
“I like those ones.” Minsu whispered.
Namgyu raised an eyebrow, though he had a pretty good idea of what Minsu was talking about. “Hmm? Those what?”
“Those kisses. Not the bad ones from that game.” Minsu whispered with his eyes closed, starting to drift off to sleep.
Namgyu watched him for a bit, not thinking anything lewd… yet. Just watching. Then he spoke. His voice and sweet. Too sweet.
“You know… if we play that game again, I promise that we can both win. I can add a new part and you'll feel really good. I swear.” Namgyu then laid next to Minsu, hugging his smaller body like some sort of plushy. “You trust your brother, right Minsu-ya?” Namgyu whispered, awaiting Minsu’s response.
Minsu stayed quiet for a moment, then responded. Slowly, quietly, but still trusting.
So fucking trusting to the point Namgyu just wanted to sink his teeth into him until Minsu started to bleed. And maybe he would when he got the chance.
“I’ll feel… good?” Minsu repeated. “You promise?” Minsu looked at Namgyu, wanting to believe this. “It’s not gonna feel slimey and weird like that again?”
“You’ll get used to the slimey part, that feels nice later, trust me. But I promise, if we play this again tomorrow, I’ll make sure you feel so good that you want to play this every day.” Namgyu whispered again, tickling Minsu’s sensitive ear.
Minsu looked at him with those big eyes again, his curiosity getting the best of him. “You promise…?”
“Mhm.” Namgyu gave another kiss to Minsu’s forehead, brushing away any stray strands of hair clinging to his face. “I promise. And remember, this is our little secret.” Namgyu winked, waiting for Minsu to react. “Now go to sleep you little demon.” Namgyu laid like that for around ten minutes. Minsu finally fell asleep.
Namgyu carried him and placed him in his racing car bed, putting his blanket over him and making sure he was fast asleep.
Then, quick and unashamed, Namgyu gave one final kiss to Minsu’s lips, shutting off the lights in his bedroom and leaving him there, blissfully unaware.
Well, as unaware as he could be.
Well, with Minsu having gone off to sleep, Namgyu had finally gotten some alone time. He shut off all the lights and the TV, then made his way upstairs to his own room, his dick still painfully hard from earlier.
Well, Namgyu thought that at least with Minsu sleeping and nobody else home to bother him, it’d finally be time to take care of it.
“God damn it…”
Namgyu locked and closed the door behind him, booting up his computer after practically collapsing on the chair at his desk.
He began scrolling through the same porn site that Thanos had shown him how to access over some random shady group chat full of even bigger weirdos than the both of them.
“Holy shit.” Namgyu chuckled, his hand already inside of his boxers, making slow, steady pumps on his cock.
Namgyu visited this site every time he felt horny or depressed and just needed a quick dopamine rush, which was a lot, and then found it.
The video.
The video he’d choose to watch and finish himself off to.
Some random video that was titled “Sleeping pranks” with the camera man having raw, unprotected sex with a supposed young adult who looked way too young for a normal person to not be a little concerned about.
And Namgyu was anything but normal.
Shit, the dude barely looked out of high school. But it was too late, Namgyu already began watching it and wouldn’t back down now.
Being a horny teenager, Namgyu knew what somniphilia was, but never really got into that kind of stuff. But the pure vulnerability and lack of any kind of knowledge just… made him feel good in ways he didn’t know he liked.
Namgyu’s dick twitched again, spilling even more precum as he watched even more of the video, skipping to what he considered the good part which was when the guy sleeping had woken up and started whining and practicing screaming for the cameraman to stop.
Now, Namgyu wasn’t a complete idiot despite what many say.
He was what, ninety-nine percent sure that this wasn’t even some weird rape porn fantasy, and just genuine rape that was filmed and posted without permission. But he didn’t care.
In fact, it had turned him on a little more than he’d like to admit.
The thought of taking away another man’s innocence while they don’t even know and can’t do anything about it?
It reminded Namgyu of Minsu.
Again.
He shouldn’t be thinking about him like this.
He’s your four year old brother for fuck’s sake, Namgyu.
But he did.
And it felt so fucking good.
God, the more he watched the more the dude in it started to look like Minsu if he grew up to be some pornstar.
He had the same sad look in his big eyes, same chubby cheeks, same slightly overgrown bowl cut, and it couldn’t have turned him on even more, with even more precum spilling from Namgyu’s cock.
Each noise and pathetic attempt to fight back the guy in the video made sent small yet powerful shocks of pleasure through Namgyu’s entire body.
His stroking became much more sloppy and rushed, nearing his climax much quicker than he expected. His gut felt like it was on fire, stomach doing flips the longer he watched.
One firm squeeze on his dick, and a few more strokes, sloppy, fast, and nowhere near delicate. That’s how he liked it, and that was all it took.
“Shit…” Namgyu groaned, his body curling in on itself as he came all over his hands, body twitching slightly as he orgasmed.
Namgyu stared at his hand for a bit. Covered in semen, a light pinkish hue, and sweaty. He wasn’t disgusted. Maybe a little bit proud of it too. No, not maybe. The sick fuck was proud of it.
Post nut clarity really needed to hit this guy. Upside the head. With a metal baseball bat. Hard.
He shamelessly rubbed his hand clean against the same blanket he’d been using to sleep with at night. Then without missing a beat, Namgyu instantly picked up his phone, scrolling through his few contacts then calling Thanos.
One ring.
Then two.
Then, cutting the third ring off, the wannabe rap star finally picked up the phone.
Asshole probably let the phone ring for a bit to avoid looking like a bum and answering immediately.
“What do you want, Namsu? It’s like, midnight dude.” Thanos didn’t even sound tired, just… bored. Fitting for a dickhead like him. Didn’t try hiding anything, no matter how small or serious it was.
“Well you answered, didn’t you? So quit complaining.” Namgyu ignored the incorrect version of his name, biting his lip to suppress a grin.
“Okay what.” Thanos sighed, pouting in a satirical manner as if it could be seen from a voice call.
Namgyu smirked. He could practically already see the look on Thanos’s face before even saying anything. “My parents are out of town. For a whole week.”
That got Thanos intrigued. Of course it did. “Oh shit! You wanna come over? Get high as fuck, eat snacks, and watch dumb TV?”
Namgyu scoffed. Was this dude taunting him or something? “Damn it dude, I wish. My cheap ass parents won’t hire a damn babysitter and now I have to watch Minsu for the whole week.”
“You can’t come over?”
“No dumbass. Besides, I’m not allowed to bring him anywhere other than the park, other family members' houses, grocery shopping, or out to eat at some random restaurant.” Thanos let out a small hum of understanding.
“Why are you complaining? My lil boy is so cute I’d gladly take your place, any time, for free!” Thanos let out what sounded like a sigh of… content?
“Of course you would.” Namgyu clicked his tongue, dragging out the word you. “But… I am allowed to bring a friend over here, you know.”
“Ooh! Is it me?” Thanos asked excitedly.
“No dumbass, the Koolaid man.” Namgyu said, sarcasm dripping with each word. “Yes you, the hell?”
“Hehe, okay silly question. But hell yeah I can, hope the lil man doesn’t mind if I eat some of his food,”
“Huh…?”
“You know! Those little toddler cereal puffs? Damn those are so good… why can’t they make a version for like, older people like us, dude? They’d skyrocket in sales.”
“Are you high, starving, or just dumb?” Namgyu asked rhetorically, Thanos simply shrugged with a grin. “Okay whatever, you coming over tomorrow or am I dying of boredom.”
Thanos beamed behind the screen hearing that. “For my lil boy, Minsu? Hell yeah, I’ll come over as soon as I can tomorrow morning.”
Namgyu scoffed, picking at his nails. “Wow, great, but what about me? Oh I don’t know, your best friend?”
Thanos chuckled. “Yeah yeah love you too dude.” Namgyu groaned at that, cringing as Thanos made fake kissing sounds.
“Dude, don't make it weird…” As if anything about this wasn’t already weird.
“I’ll bring your stuff too so don’t start bitching about that, you’ll get your pills you little junkie.”
Thanos dragged each word out in a singsong voice. His mood changed, much happier than when he’d first picked up the phone.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” Namgyu asked one final time, eager for some real company as well as some random drug he could get off of Thanos.
“Yup.”
“Okay, good night then.” Namgyu didn’t get to finish, Thanos already hung up as soon as Namgyu said the word okay.
“Dickhead.” Namgyu muttered under his breath.
But whatever, who really cares about a stupid phone call? How could he? Tomorrow was about to be fun for both of them. With and without those stupid pills. Because they both would soon have something else to play around with.
No. Not something, someone.
And that someone was Minsu.
And that…?
That was better than some random drug or alcohol that Thanos could ever buy.