"My dinner with Noona" continues....
Yoochun gritted his teeth, his painful erection yearning to be set free from the confines of his pants. He propped himself up on his elbows as his Noona pulled his jeans over his hips and thighs. Yoochun kicked his pants off and they fell to the floor. He sighed deeply as if a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
Noona marveled at how magnificent her dong-seng was. His body was so lean and taut. He seemed so fragile and delicate to her as well He left her breathless. Yoochun was still so young. Too young for her really. It made her feel ashamed. He was not a boy anymore, and yet he was barely a man. It didn’t matter. Not now. It was too late to turn back. Too late to feel guilty. All these things were insignificant. All that mattered was their love for each other. A strange love. A forbidden love.
Her thoughts turned again to the divine creature before her. She set her lustful gaze upon Yoochun’s delectable body. His jet-black hair fell so naturally over his face. His dark, almond eyes stared deeply into her soul. His mouth was slightly parted now, showing a peek of his bright and even teeth. The shadows and lights streaming through the bedroom window played off of his porcelain skin. Then there was his prominent Adam’s apple.
“How could I not stare at that?”
Once more her mouth explored his chest and his belly. She planted delicate kisses on his pelvic bones, which barely held up his boxers. She dipped her tongue inside his belly button as if searching for something sweet. It tickled him yet made him shiver in delight.
“I wonder if it’s true what they say about Asian men,” she mocked him.
“Bitch,” he mumbled under his breath. She raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled sheepishly at her. Her fingers traced the fine line of hair beneath his belly button, stopping just at the top of her final destination.
“Don’t tease me Noona,” he begged her.
Gingerly, she pulled off his cotton boxers and tossed them off the bed. Yoochun grabbed handfuls of the satin sheets in anticipation of what was to follow.