You couldn't remember the walk from his apartment to the pub being so long. It really wasn't... barely three blocks away. But every step forward felt like you were taking two steps back.
You shook your head every few moments, as if your vision had blurred before you and you were trying to get it back. Your breaths became quickened, like you had been running and not simply walking. Yoongi could sense the haze taking its hold on you, and he squeezed your hand reassuringly, reminding you that he had you, and it would be okay.
But you didn't fucking care if you would be okay. Your body felt like a hollow shell - the hollowness inside missing a fullness that was supposed to be there, and the shell coursing with enough electricity to power the entire grid.
Your hand in his was no longer a sweet gesture, it was a fucking tease. The tips of his fingers were calloused and rough, and painted a vivid picture of how they would scrape across your skin. His palm was warm and strong at the same time. All you wanted was it to be on your bare breast, while the other kneaded roughly on your naked ass.
You always enjoyed the thrill of this part. The part when someone was taking you home for the first time. Whether it was a one-night stand or someone who had been courting you for weeks. This was the suspense, the intensity that you lived for. The part where you felt giddy, nervous in a good way, and your heart would pound in your chest in hopeful excitement.
But this time, there was an edge of something more. The haze had twisted desire into a dark, innate need - a starving need that hope only made mockery of.
You did everything you could to maintain control, but your eyes darted up to him beside you, and all you could think about was climbing his body, pulling at his hair, and sitting on his beautiful face. His hand over yours... it wasn't enough. You needed him to touch you more - or do something more - anything.
He was looking forward, his eyes on the target in the distance. The vein in his neck was strained. He licked his lips once before you saw his shoulders rise and fall in a silent, unstable sigh. Then his eyes flitted to you, and caught yours watching him.
The way he looked at you - it was like taking a bullet. No one had ever looked at you like that before. The hunger for you, his fight to restrain himself, his need to debase you - it was written clear all over his face. You weren't the only one quivering with the need for more - he was too. His fingers laced their way through yours, and he squeezed hard.
Fuck, how far away was the Goddamn building?!
You looked ahead, your lungs beginning to work again now that you weren't looking at him anymore. His building was visible in the distance, not too far away now, but you couldn't see it. You saw something else that was going to serve you in the interim.
You paced ahead of Yoongi, dragging him behind you a few steps into a side alley, which acted as a parking space between two small apartment complexes. As soon as you both turned the corner off the main walk and into the darkened space, you wrapped an arm around his neck, crushed your mouth to his mouth, and slammed your body against his.
He seemed to anticipate it. Strong arms wrapped around you and he welcomed your violent kiss, parting his lips to let your tongues collide, breathing you into him.
A river of arousal pooled between your thighs - it was insane what this thing did to you. It was like being on ecstasy all the time - everything, even the simplest of touches felt so fucking good and rebounded through your whole body to illuminate every other nerve.
You walked him backward until his shoulders hit the building, pinning him against it as your heads bobbed back and forth in a fierce and wild battle of tongues and lips and teeth and limbs.
