**** A whole lot of sexual tension in this chapter. Sorry, not. A long ass chapter too damn. Don't read if you get uncomfortable with sexual stuff. I mostly listened to TVXQ!'s Mirotic, Exo's Playboy, the Weeknd's Earned It, and the 2014 (?) remix of Beyonce's Crazy In Love when I wrote this, to set the mood to write it.

Basorexia - the overwhelming urge and desire to kiss ****

I stared out at the scenery below, but I saw none of it. My sight was blinded by the sensation of Namjoon's ample lips pressing to my neck.

With each kiss it felt like my very skin was burning, fire bubbling beneath the surface, causing tremors of heat throughout my body.

He was under my skin, his very essence was pooling into my blood, but I wanted more, I craved more, needed more. This wasn't satisfying enough, it only left me desperate for more of his touch, more of him.

I closed my eyes, giving up on being able to see anything but blissful stars for a while. As long as he had his sights on my neck, there was no chance for me.

I struggled not to move against him, but I couldn't sit still while he used his devilishly supple lips on my neck, deviously biting every spot that sent my body into spasms of delight.

"Namjoon." My voice was thick and breathy, and he paused on my neck, pulling back as I turned to look at him, opening my eyes slightly.

I wanted to kiss him. More than anything I wanted to kiss him. I had never in my life experienced such an urge like this, no one had ever taken my attention so fully, but his lips were all I could see right now, and I wanted nothing more than to feel them on mine.

I turned around to face him and leaned back on the railing, looking up at Namjoon with heavy lids.

His lips pulled into a smirk, sinful intentions lighting his eyes with a devilish charm. The sight made me weak, and I slumped down on the railing to keep from falling into him.

"Something wrong, Sin?" Oh, he knew exactly what was wrong. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew exactly what I wanted too, I could tell that he could, I could see it in his eyes, in the way they sparked with the pleasure of my torment.

He wanted me to beg. I'd like to think of myself as a match for him, but a few more of his teasing kisses and I would be pleading with him, groveling on the floor if it would get me what I craved.

I would have to challenge him for as long as I could, but I don't think I can manage a few more moments without his touch.

"Depends. You seem to be fine with it." I tilted my head at him, licking my lips, my eyes never leaving his. "However, I find it more than problematic."

He took the slightest step towards me, and I sighed lightly, savoring the small triumph.

"And what is it that you find so," he moved forward with a speed that sent my heart jumping in surprise, his hands latching onto the railing beside me, his wrists now flushed against my hips. He leaned in until his face was close enough to count every mole on his neck, and he whispered, "problematic?"

"Well," I moved my hands up, starting with the collar of his shirt, "one, is that your lips are looking plump and soft," I trailed my hand down his shirt, slipping down to his chest, "but they seem to be lacking one thing."

Namjoon's smirk widens, and he stands taller, his body moving away from me again.

"And what is that?" Though he moved away from me again, his body seemed to lean into my hand as I trailed it down to his stomach, moving to brush against his waistband. I saw a dangerous spark in his eyes, like he was warning to watch what I was doing. Much like him, I knew exactly what I was doing.

"Well," I hooked my fingers into his belt loops and pulled him back to me, closer so that our legs were touching, and I tilted my head up so that I was eye-level with his lips. Like I hoped, he leaned his head down to look at me, bringing his lips that much closer to mine.

"Only the fact that they aren't touching mine." I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his, a feathers touch before he pulled back.

"That is problematic, isn't it?" His lips parted in a sly smile, and I could feel his breath against my lips. I'd rather have felt his lips.

"Yes, very," I agreed, keeping my hands firmly gripping his waistband to keep him close to me.

My breaths were coming out in pants now. Just standing this close to him was making me feel lightheaded with the intense feelings.

He was smirking at me, knowing he had me completely under his control without even having to try that hard. A few neck kisses and I was practically begging for him? I was embarrassed, and my pride was taking a harsh blow right now, but seeing his tongue poke out to lick those ample lips, I forgot my pride in my desperation.

"So would you mind?" I looked at him, trying to keep the deep desperation from my eyes, but it was reflected in my voice.

His hands slipped under my shirt, lightly tapping my sides, sending electric shocks to my skin, giving me the teasing pleasure that only added to my desire for him.

"Mind what?" He was playing dumb, he was playing me, and he was doing it so well I wanted to cry for more of his attention.

"Relieving us of this problematic situation?" His fingers on my sides were sending trembles of pleasure through my body, but it wasn't enough, nothing was enough, nothing that he was giving me at least.

"But as you said, it's not a problem for me." And he was laughing at me, reflected clearly in the blue hues of the moon.

I stood up abruptly, causing our bodies to press together, and I lifted one leg to press against his hips. As I had expected, and hoped, his hand quickly moved to grip my thigh and hold my leg up for me, and I took that opportunity to sneak my hands around his neck to hold his head down to mine.

"Are you sure? You must agree that this is much more enjoyable than standing apart." I smirked back at him as his hand tightened on my thigh, sending jolts of heated pleasure through me.

He didn't speak for a moment, and I trailed my thumb across his jawline while I waited for his response. Maybe I got the best of him, even if only for a moment.

"You're right, this is definitely better." Before I could celebrate the triumph, he was giving me a playful look, and I knew he was planning something.

"But this," His hands creeped to my butt and he promptly lifted me up to sit on the railing, opening my legs so that he could stand between them, "this is better."

I said nothing in response, just pulled him closer to press my lips against his before he could tease me more.

I played my cards right, because he returned the kiss, his lips quickly overtaking mine as I held my body close against his.

He held me tightly, and even though I knew I could fall off the railing, with his arms firmly laced around me I knew it wouldn't happen. Because of this, I had no problems with lifting my legs up, stretching them out before latching around his waist, sliding my body closer against his.

Apparently he had found something wrong, or right, with it, because he quickly separated his lips from mine, his voice breathless as he spoke.

"Shit, Sin, there's nobody else here...."

I pulled his head back down to mine, sliding my fingers through his hair. "Nobody to interrupt," I finished his thought, seeing the question in his eyes, the question he was too scared to ask.

"You better fucking take advantage of that Namjoon, I swear to god." At my words, his kiss turned fervent, his lips moving at different speeds, harsher against mine, more intoxicating than ever.

I could feel him against me, I could feel the firm pressure of his chest on mine, I could feel his waist against my thighs, I could feel every inch of his upper body against me.

My entire body covered in a hungry heat, I shimmied myself even closer to him, and he pressed his hands under my butt, lifting me up and carrying me back into the room.

It was dark, and as neither of us had been in this house before, there were more than a few occasions where Namjoon unknowingly slammed me into walls and doors, but he took advantage of these events, pushing me back and kissing me harder while we half-heartedly reached our hands out to find any indication of the right direction.

It was by a happy accident that we found the bed, as Namjoon walked us directly into it, sending us toppling over, onto the mattress.

My back stung from the various slams, but I reveled in the feeling, and when Namjoon's hands pressed against the now sensitive skin, I let out a light groan, arching my back and pressing myself closer to him.

I trailed my hands down his back. Finding the hem of his shirt, I quickly tugged it up to his shoulders, and he pulled it off the rest of the way while my hands traced to his front, fumbling with the button of his jeans.

His hands suddenly trapped mine, stopping me, and I let out a high whine, much to his delight and my embarrassment.

His hands were less careful than mine, and he roughly pulled my shirt up, tugging it over my head. I heard the distinctive sound of tearing fabric, but I paid no attention to it, instead focusing on latching my lips back onto Namjoon's as soon as my head was freed. I needed his constant attention.

His hands distracted in my hair, I trailed my hands down his bare chest, imagining the lean muscles that I had memorized.

Reaching his waistband, I once again found his button, this time easily slipping it undone without Namjoon's interruption.

He pulled away to slide the pants off, and I could see the outline of his body as he sat up over me. I couldn't see clearly, but I remembered seeing his legs in the car when he had not so kindly given me a show with the most unsatisfying ending I could imagine. If that's what I had to go through in order to get this, I could deal with that.

I felt his fingers at my waist, and I shivered as he smoothly undid the button and the zipper on my jeans. He slowly tugged the pants down, his strength pulling my body along with it.

He stopped when my waist was underneath his, and I wriggled the pants the rest of the way off, kicking them away as I felt Namjoon's body on mine once again, this blissful feeling.

He was enjoying this as much as I was, I could feel it, and the thought made me smile. I wasn't the only needy one, though I seemed to admit it earlier than he would.

His lips latched onto my neck, biting down in blinding, passionate pressures that had me making sounds that no one else should hear, much to Namjoon's obvious pleasure.

His lips made their way down to my collarbone, leaving a trail of stinging bites behind. His hands slipped behind my back while I was distracted by his lips, and soon he had pulled off my bra, his lips quickly moving down to press more bites into my freshly exposed skin as I squirmed beneath his blissful touch.

He hadn't left any marks here before, and he looked to be very eager to change that.

He left a trail of bites all the way down to my stomach, and I was panting heavily by the time his lips made their way back to mine. Greedily I took his lips, biting and tugging at them, eliciting reactions from both myself and him.

All the while he had begun to press his hips into mine, grinding them together in ways that made my vision go black.

I trailed my hands all over him, and whenever a bite got to be too good to resist reacting to, I would dig my nails into his skin, leaving scratches down his back. I could feel his skin burn beneath my nails, and I knew I was leaving angry red marks, but the groans that he let out when I did it made it all too enjoyable to resist.

He slipped his hands to my bare butt, squeezing it tightly and receiving a prolonged gutteral sound from me, which he seemed to like very much, as he kept his hands there, biting my lips harshly as I scratched up and down his back. The sounds, they were better than I could've imagined.

Continually he clashed our bodies together, but soon I wanted more than the heavy pressing.

"Namjoon, please, there's no one here, please-" he pressed his lips hard into mine, stalling my speech as my lips burned from blissful bites, his tongue flicking out to meet mine as I found out just what I had been missing out on with everyone else around us.

Here, blissfully alone, we can get everything that we want, everything we desire. There were no sounds of banging walls or yells, save for our own.

No one was here was no one to stop us, so we didn't stop.