Coward | kth

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33 | Breathing life

I think Taehyung needs a moment to process the fact that I gave him consent. He blinks, slightly widens his eyes, and blinks again.

The sexual tension is there, always. But right now, it drives both of us crazy.

The furniture in the back grows blurry, Frank Ocean's voice fades into the distance. From the corner of eye I see a lightening striking into a far away place. A loud growling thunder follows seconds later, stating the distance between us and the lightening. But Taehyung and I don't care. We just stare at each other with piercing glares.

It's only him and I.

And I can't put into words how much this togetherness excites me.

Taehyung leans in just a tiny bit more, his body doing all the right things. Our foreheads touch, we look at each other with desire in our irises.

And then, when his lips hesitantly touch mine, I have no other option than to kiss him back. Everything else I would regret for the rest of my life.

At first it is slow and soft, comforting in ways that words will never be. My hand rests below his ear, my thumb caressing his cheek as our breaths mingle. Taehyung runs his fingers down my spine, pulling me closer until there is no space left between us and I can feel the beating of his heart against my chest. In this exact moment, it feels like the world is falling away.

I feel Taehyung's body loosen in relief and can't help but smile into the kiss.

We pull away from each other and take shaky, shallow breaths. I stare into Taehyung coffee eyes and let out a laughter; It's short and hasty, as if I can't allow myself to lose time.

Unable to contain ourselves anymore, Taehyung puts both of his huge hands on the sides of my thighs and watches me with a contented grin when I climb onto his lap. My hands I tangle around his neck. And then I lean down into the most fiery and passionate kiss ever.

It's so different from all the other kisses we have shared in the past; it's full of need. We were craving each other for so long, we both knew it, but only now we get the long awaited satisfaction. I kiss Taehyung as if he is the last of my kind, as if we are walking on air.

My left hand works its way around his upper body, feeling each crevasse, each line along his perfect physique. My right hand runs through Taehyung's soft hair, ruining every effort he put into styling it.

Thunder cries out from the blackened sky, spreading out into the night like a prelude of a great song. The impetuous rumbling permeates every bit of the air as much as the rain shower.

However, the tiny bit of attention I pay to the storm vanishes as soon as Taehyung's grip tightens. He places his hands on my thighs right below my ass and lifts me up. I can't help but let out a little noise which sounds a lot like a squeal as I am taken by surprise.

Taehyung lips never leave mine while he carries me to the dining table, shoving everything standing on it to side. Some magazines I browsed through only an hour earlier fall to the ground with a loud impact, but neither of us care; We're way too invested in each other.

I lay on my back as Taehyung matches my body's form. His hands venture over my curved body, exploring. On every spot they arrive, his fingers leave a flame. Hot, intense and rapidly spreading itself to an enormous extent. I am burning; of passion and desire.

Taehyung slides his tongue into my mouth, marking the exact moment where every single one of my brain procedures shuts down. His groan of pleasure I swallow as his body moves against my own. My plump pink lips invite him, he can't resist the urge to slightly bite into my bottom lip as we both breathe hard. We're breathing life.