A Beautiful Night 1/1
Author's Note: TOP...on top. :) FOR BRANDY!!! Sorry so late. Inspired by TOP and Big Bang's "Tonight" MV. lol idk. Just read.
They'd just finished shooting and had a penthouse suite on the top floor of the Mirage. Champagne flowed in streams down everyone's throats and music was blasting, shaking the walls with every hit of bass. Taeyang still had his shades on, but they were upside down and threatening to fall off with his sporadic bouncing around their Las Vegas pad. Daesung was gigglier than usual, drunk out of his mind and daring people to do random things.
"I bet you won't do it! ...do it! Do it!"
This particular dare involved Seungri drinking champagne out of one of his boots. Highly inebriated and not wanting to look like any less of a man, he took off his shoe. Ten minutes later he was bouncing around with Taeyang, kicking up his socked foot as he chugged out of his boot. G-Dragon was wearing one of the curtains like a cape and jumping off a bed in one of the rooms.
You walked by and heard and saw him bouncing, along with some of the girls from the shoot. Even in his drunken stupor, he was dancing and singing like a pro.
"High, high! I'm so high! High, high! Watch me fly...shit...up in the sky!"
Well, maybe not completely.
Various staff were in all of the rooms, laughing audibly and enjoying themselves after a long schedule. The only one that didn't follow suit was TOP, looking desperately sober and sitting in a chair in the living room. His eyes followed you as you walked around the room, you yourself checking the antics of the others. His lashes sat low over those leering pools of brown, seeming darker than usual, more keen on your movement. About an hour into the party, you leaned on a wall across from him, unable to look away from him. Neither could he. He clasped his glass and took a slow sip, running his tongue along the inside corner of one lip when it left his mouth again. Two, ringed fingers beckoned you over and you walked, smirking and curious as to what he needed.
"What is it?" you asked.
He got up and stood next to you, leaving only a breath of space between the both of you. In the busy space, the quiet moment went unnoticed by everyone else, but the look in his eyes was answer enough. He was close enough to hold, even kiss if you wanted to, but he just stood there. It was the quiet before a storm. He grabbed your hand and nodded toward the bedroom. You managed to keep your drink balanced as you teetered on your heels, now feeling the effects of the alcohol in your system. TOP led you to the room G-Dragon and a slurry of people were inhabiting before he downed the rest of his drink. He stopped at the open door with the empty glass dangling from his fingers, threatening to fall on the polished floors.
"Get out," he ordered.
The crowd simmered a bit, but G-Dragon was still moving slightly as he stopped his bouncing.
"TOP," he said, out of breath and a bit sweaty, "...hey what's up?"
"Everyone. Get out. Now."
"Why?" G-Dragon started bouncing again, "we're having fun-"
TOP suddenly threw his glass against a wall sending pieces of shattered glass everywhere as it hit. The people in the room went quiet and some of the girls went to shuffle out past him.
"Man, what the fu-"
"Out."
The hand clasping yours tightened and his jaw clenched, his urgency being felt as well as seen.
The door closed quietly and he came close again, backing you up against it. His hand around you, trailing at your hip before it dipped and touched a wall. There was a click and you knew he was locking the door.
"You look beautiful tonight."
He grabbed your lower back and walked backward toward the bed. It sat in the middle of the room, covered in shadow as you approached it with the left side bathed in neon paint. The city sparkled outside the windows and neither of you took care to shade them. As you moved forward, you pulled at his tie, breaking it's constraint on his neck. The buttons of his jacket and shirt were next, broken open and dashed to the floor and surrounding bed. He sat on the bed and let your knees settle around him as he ground up between them. Everything was painfully slow and his breathing was already deepening.
"I don't know what it is about tonight but..."
He only whispered these words out, but they had a depth to them, huskier than you'd imagined they'd be. TOP pulled you flush to him and held you, then let his fingers sink down. They dipped under the crevasse between your spread thighs and the tops of his and he hummed.
"...damn..."
His voice was full of want that he couldn't hold anymore and he rolled the two of you over. Your heels were still on, pierce the cotton beneath you and ruffling it further. A strap was pulled down and his pants were worked open until he was sliding into you and one of his hands was palming your chest. The digits were uncharacteristically soft for a man, but the rings were still on. Pressure that he bore down with couldn't make you deny was any less of one though, and neither could the shift of his hips and the pulse inside of you. His hands spread to settle on each side of you as your ankles linked behind his back. He angled and pushed, nearly shoving you off the bed as your head fell back in ecstasy.
You saw the lights of the city, a myriad of color and sparkle, as you gasped for him to 'keep going...keep going...
...fuck...'
Your neck strained and you could feel the moisture between you, sweat gathering on a now ruffled shirt and the stickiness that was on the back of your calves as your clenched your thighs around his form. He lowered to suckle on the dip between your breasts before languidly dragging his tongue until it stuck right below your chin. He pushed the tip at a pounding artery and your head stayed back to let him gain purchase as he moaned, trying to find completion.
He pulled a leg over his shoulder and you nearly fell off the bed at your odd angle, but you stayed tilted back. The city was becoming blurry with the rapid hits of his waist to yours. The walls still rumbled with the music amplified around it so that no one could fully hear his groaning...your screaming.
TOP pulled out and pulled you up into a fierce kiss with his ringed hand. The other dipped low, hooking into you as he swallowed each sound you made. He pulled his mouth off, and held your head back by the neck to keep you from pushing your tongue back into his mouth. He stared at you straight as his fingers continued to work and you bucked on them. A smirk came onto his face and sweat rolled down his chin. You wanted to lick it, taste him for just a moment more before you came, but your felt your stomach quelling and your legs shaking nonetheless.
His fingers were a wet mess, slick as he coated himself and pushed you back down so that he could finish what he started.
You were completely blind to the city after your orgasm and every touch and thrust was amplified. You stared out into the blur of light and your neck ached. You were nearly crying from the mixture of pleasure and pain, the strain on your neck unmatched to how he moved in you.
A twitch and a split second later, he was coming, filling you up and making you shake for the second time that night.
The two of you lay on top of the sheets, open and shamefully dirty. He stretched first, looking for the nearest restroom where he could clean himself. TOP approached the window and stared at the open city, clasping the top bottom of his shirt and smirking. It was pointless trying to look dapper in that moment, for he had the scent and remnants of sex all over the rest of his clothes and body.
"Tonight...is such a beautiful night," he said.
He turned back to the bed, eager to pull you to the bathroom and help clean you up.
They'd just finished shooting and had a penthouse suite on the top floor of the Mirage. Champagne flowed in streams down everyone's throats and music was blasting, shaking the walls with every hit of bass. Taeyang still had his shades on, but they were upside down and threatening to fall off with his sporadic bouncing around their Las Vegas pad. Daesung was gigglier than usual, drunk out of his mind and daring people to do random things.
"I bet you won't do it! ...do it! Do it!"
This particular dare involved Seungri drinking champagne out of one of his boots. Highly inebriated and not wanting to look like any less of a man, he took off his shoe. Ten minutes later he was bouncing around with Taeyang, kicking up his socked foot as he chugged out of his boot. G-Dragon was wearing one of the curtains like a cape and jumping off a bed in one of the rooms.
You walked by and heard and saw him bouncing, along with some of the girls from the shoot. Even in his drunken stupor, he was dancing and singing like a pro.
"High, high! I'm so high! High, high! Watch me fly...shit...up in the sky!"
Well, maybe not completely.
Various staff were in all of the rooms, laughing audibly and enjoying themselves after a long schedule. The only one that didn't follow suit was TOP, looking desperately sober and sitting in a chair in the living room. His eyes followed you as you walked around the room, you yourself checking the antics of the others. His lashes sat low over those leering pools of brown, seeming darker than usual, more keen on your movement. About an hour into the party, you leaned on a wall across from him, unable to look away from him. Neither could he. He clasped his glass and took a slow sip, running his tongue along the inside corner of one lip when it left his mouth again. Two, ringed fingers beckoned you over and you walked, smirking and curious as to what he needed.
"What is it?" you asked.
He got up and stood next to you, leaving only a breath of space between the both of you. In the busy space, the quiet moment went unnoticed by everyone else, but the look in his eyes was answer enough. He was close enough to hold, even kiss if you wanted to, but he just stood there. It was the quiet before a storm. He grabbed your hand and nodded toward the bedroom. You managed to keep your drink balanced as you teetered on your heels, now feeling the effects of the alcohol in your system. TOP led you to the room G-Dragon and a slurry of people were inhabiting before he downed the rest of his drink. He stopped at the open door with the empty glass dangling from his fingers, threatening to fall on the polished floors.
"Get out," he ordered.
The crowd simmered a bit, but G-Dragon was still moving slightly as he stopped his bouncing.
"TOP," he said, out of breath and a bit sweaty, "...hey what's up?"
"Everyone. Get out. Now."
"Why?" G-Dragon started bouncing again, "we're having fun-"
TOP suddenly threw his glass against a wall sending pieces of shattered glass everywhere as it hit. The people in the room went quiet and some of the girls went to shuffle out past him.
"Man, what the fu-"
"Out."
The hand clasping yours tightened and his jaw clenched, his urgency being felt as well as seen.
The door closed quietly and he came close again, backing you up against it. His hand around you, trailing at your hip before it dipped and touched a wall. There was a click and you knew he was locking the door.
"You look beautiful tonight."
He grabbed your lower back and walked backward toward the bed. It sat in the middle of the room, covered in shadow as you approached it with the left side bathed in neon paint. The city sparkled outside the windows and neither of you took care to shade them. As you moved forward, you pulled at his tie, breaking it's constraint on his neck. The buttons of his jacket and shirt were next, broken open and dashed to the floor and surrounding bed. He sat on the bed and let your knees settle around him as he ground up between them. Everything was painfully slow and his breathing was already deepening.
"I don't know what it is about tonight but..."
He only whispered these words out, but they had a depth to them, huskier than you'd imagined they'd be. TOP pulled you flush to him and held you, then let his fingers sink down. They dipped under the crevasse between your spread thighs and the tops of his and he hummed.
"...damn..."
His voice was full of want that he couldn't hold anymore and he rolled the two of you over. Your heels were still on, pierce the cotton beneath you and ruffling it further. A strap was pulled down and his pants were worked open until he was sliding into you and one of his hands was palming your chest. The digits were uncharacteristically soft for a man, but the rings were still on. Pressure that he bore down with couldn't make you deny was any less of one though, and neither could the shift of his hips and the pulse inside of you. His hands spread to settle on each side of you as your ankles linked behind his back. He angled and pushed, nearly shoving you off the bed as your head fell back in ecstasy.
You saw the lights of the city, a myriad of color and sparkle, as you gasped for him to 'keep going...keep going...
...fuck...'
Your neck strained and you could feel the moisture between you, sweat gathering on a now ruffled shirt and the stickiness that was on the back of your calves as your clenched your thighs around his form. He lowered to suckle on the dip between your breasts before languidly dragging his tongue until it stuck right below your chin. He pushed the tip at a pounding artery and your head stayed back to let him gain purchase as he moaned, trying to find completion.
He pulled a leg over his shoulder and you nearly fell off the bed at your odd angle, but you stayed tilted back. The city was becoming blurry with the rapid hits of his waist to yours. The walls still rumbled with the music amplified around it so that no one could fully hear his groaning...your screaming.
TOP pulled out and pulled you up into a fierce kiss with his ringed hand. The other dipped low, hooking into you as he swallowed each sound you made. He pulled his mouth off, and held your head back by the neck to keep you from pushing your tongue back into his mouth. He stared at you straight as his fingers continued to work and you bucked on them. A smirk came onto his face and sweat rolled down his chin. You wanted to lick it, taste him for just a moment more before you came, but your felt your stomach quelling and your legs shaking nonetheless.
His fingers were a wet mess, slick as he coated himself and pushed you back down so that he could finish what he started.
You were completely blind to the city after your orgasm and every touch and thrust was amplified. You stared out into the blur of light and your neck ached. You were nearly crying from the mixture of pleasure and pain, the strain on your neck unmatched to how he moved in you.
A twitch and a split second later, he was coming, filling you up and making you shake for the second time that night.
The two of you lay on top of the sheets, open and shamefully dirty. He stretched first, looking for the nearest restroom where he could clean himself. TOP approached the window and stared at the open city, clasping the top bottom of his shirt and smirking. It was pointless trying to look dapper in that moment, for he had the scent and remnants of sex all over the rest of his clothes and body.
"Tonight...is such a beautiful night," he said.
He turned back to the bed, eager to pull you to the bathroom and help clean you up.