"I'm not sure we should-"

"Why not noona?"

I have pulled back, startled into my senses by his lustful admission. He looks at me with clearly defined disappointment, and my heart sinks into my stomach.

"It's just that I really, really like you Guk. I don't want to push this relationship too quickly, because I don't want to mess it up."

He sighs, but by the look on his face it's one of relief, rather than exasperation.

"The last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable, " he murmurs softly, "but you know, I really like you too noona, and I don't think that being with each other intimately would mess that up."

"What if I do something wrong? Or what if my body doesn't live up to your expectations?"

"Noona, I'm a virgin, " he confesses, blushing brightly. "I don't have any expectations, and I highly doubt you could do anything wrong. If anything, I think I'm the one who should be worried about that, but I want to try, because it's you."

I smile, touched by his sincerity.

"I'm not gonna push you to do anything you're not ready for, " he continues, "just-"

I cut him off, leaning forward to place my lips against his. At first, I am shy. It's been such a long time since I did anything like this, and my nerves are absolutely shot. Jeonguk, it seems, is surprised, and for a moment I debate as to whether or not I should just pull away after all.

But then, I melt into the kiss once more as Jeonguk begins to return it. Before long, he has my brain fuzzy, swimming in the euphoria that is my lips connected to his. I smile into the kiss as I feel a set of tentative fingers pulling at the hem of my shirt.

Pulling away, I gaze into his eyes, and lift my arms, silently giving him permission to remove my top. He gulps nervously, adams apple bobbing as he runs his hands along my skin, removing the shirt in one fell swoop. Though nervous, his grin mirrors my own.

"Can I touch you?" He asks, fingers trembling against my waist in what I assume to be nervousness.

Though, to be fair, it could be anticipation.

I nod, blushing brightly and unable to make my tongue work. The thing is stuck to the roof of my mouth, suddenly dry and unwieldy. 

His touch is gentle, almost as if he is afraid that this moment is made of glass. As if he expects it to shatter an any moment. And there is such a powerful, awed look in his eyes. As if he is looking at a wonderous masterpiece, as of he is just as ensorcelled as I by this intense emotional connection.

It feels like something awakens inside of me, and I am possessed by a nature entirely unlike my own, but I simply can't seem to look away. Something heavy settled within my chest as I watch his face.

I take his hands in my own, applying pressure to his fingertips as I drag them across my skin, watching with glee as he bites his lower lip in response. There is a heat beginning to form behind those chocolate eyes, and I savor in it's appearance. 

Leaning forward once more, I sink my hands into his gorgeous hair, and claim his lips for my own. I feel as if I am claiming a prize, and the elation within doesn't seem to calm the raging desire that I am finding myself drowning in. 

If anything, it only fuels it.

Jeonguk groans beneath the onslaught of my kiss, hands suddenly digging into my hips nearly painfully as he attempts to rub the seat of his pants against my core. Discontented with the idea of being unable to feel his skin, I nimbly reach for, and undo his buttons.

He is all too eager to shuck his shirt away, even though it means we must momentarily part, though he immediately reaches for me afterwards. I, however, pull away entirely, equally as eager to get rid of a few articles myself.

There is no show, no striptease. Instead, I remove my bra, my pants, and my panties quickly and efficiently. There is no room for bashfullness, no awkward silence, because the way he looks at me makes me feel so incredibly beautiful, that I feel as if I could burst with happiness.

Frantically, he removes his own pants, and after a brief struggle caused by over enthusiasm, he is seated before me as entirely nude as I am.

Smiling, I get on my knees before him, licking my lips for show as I stare him directly in the eyes. And of course, the best part is how he slams his eyes shit, brow furrowing in unbridled pleasure as I sink my lips around his thick, swollen member.

The moan that spills from his lips is so delectable, that I moan myself. Once, and then twice as the first moan causes him to gasp and bury his fingers within my hair. His nails scrape against my scalp as I begin to move, working yet another breathy moan from his pink, kiss swollen lips.

"Noona..." He groans needily.

I pull back, releasing his cock with an audible pop and a surge of desire overcomes me when he whines in protest. His hips chase my lips as I withdraw, desperate, delirious sounds escaping from his parted lips. 

I've never felt more dangerous.

I pull his hands from my hair, gently coaxing them to rest upon my hips as I settle into his lap once more. I can feel the way his member twitches against my core and I bury my face into his neck for a moment, nearly overwhelmed by the sensation.

With one hand I reach down, searching for his cock as the other maintains my balance. Once my hand has closed around him, I guide him, and insert him carefully into my already dripping hole.

The sound that leaves his lips is so gutteral, so utterly animalistic, that I nearly cum on the spot.

I try to control the tempo at first, setting a slow and steady sort of rhythm. But this quickly fails to satisfy Jeonguk, and before long, I am bouncing upon his cock at a brutal pace set by Jeonguk himself.

His fingers dig into my waist, and his hips rise continuously from the couch as he pistons in and out.

I am left with no choice but to fall forth, and latch onto his neck, hanging on for dear life. I muffle the hoarse, passionate cries that erupt from within by burying my face against his neck, and bite down as he hits a spot so deep that I swear I see stars.

He curses, body tightening as his pace increases, thrusts now erratic as my walls flutter around him. His skin is not thick enough to silence the wails that I release as I come undone, and I shudder violently as he too finds his release with a broken cry.

"Noona, " he is breathless, chest rising and falling beneath me as I collapse upon his chest, but he continues to speak. "I love you."

A warm, joyful feeling comes over me, and I smile against his sweat-slicked skin.

"I love you too Guk."