Insomniac (taekook)

Part 31

We stumble in to his room loudly. There will undoubtedly be noise complaints tomorrow , but both of us couldn't care less right now.
We frantically rip each others clothes off.

Any moment without my fingers on his skin feels like pure torture.
He claws desperately at my shirtless back , while I make myself busy by hungrily biting his neck and practically breaking the zipper on his jeans.

He pulls away for a second , as if coming up for air.

"Don't stop"

"No Tae no more please." I slur. As he pushes a new blue coloured concoction towards me.

"Big boy can't hold his drink eh?" He teases. God he's so beautiful..... and drunk , don't forget drunk Jungkook.

I take a few hasty gulps before nearly collapsing on the bar table.
I hear him choke with laughter behind me.

"Come on kook , I've been waiting all night to dance with you."

He pushes me on to the bed.
He's stronger than I thought , obviously not as ripped as me ,as I can now tell by the way he's practically showcasing his body in front of me.
But still , it's fucking stunning.

His skin is slightly tanned , but it suits him. His waist curves inwards perfectly and looks irresistibly smooth.
He's skinny and lean but not necessarily toned , he's fleshy and cute , in a way that makes you want to scoop him up and tell him how perfect he is.

Because he is
Oh god he is

Me and Taehyung both study dance.
We have classes at the same time but are in different groups so we rarely ever see each other.
Sometimes the groups come together to assess their dance pieces and if there's anything wrong that the group never picked up on.

So I've never really had the opportunity to see Taehyung dance.
Until now.

It's like I'm watching music.

His body dips , curves , swings at all the right times.
It's like he's taken the music and wound it around himself like a snake , but he's in control , manipulating it so it follows him.
Taehyung isn't following the music , the music is following him.

His head swings to the beat like it's an old favourite , but it's just some shitty DJ remix.
His legs look like they're about to fall over each other , but he stays completely grounded and doesn't fall over once.

It's at that point I notice other people taking an interest in him aswell.
I hold my head high and take a deep breath.

He sees the way I stare up at him in wonder , like some poor sinner bowing down to a god.

He smirks and let's out a giggle that might aswell have been a lovesong in itself.

He is unbelievable and he knows it.
He's a vain , self absorbed little cunt and god is it a massive turn on.

He doesn't even have to look down to know what he's doing to me.
He moves his hips like he did at the club. Slow , sensual and completely unteachable.

The panic in my eyes is obviously becoming more visible as his grin lengthens. Or it could just be the symphony of moans tumbling out my mouth as he grinds harder and harder.

He's not going to stop until he's got me begging for it.

It takes a lot of willpower not to just kiss him right there and then in the club.