Wooyun felt a little strange sharing a bed with his master. They were both men, and so it wouldn't be weird if they did, still, his face flushed, and his skin felt hot to the touch at the thought. Suppressing the feeling at the deepest pit of his stomach, he lay down.
The demon lord leaned over Wooyun, and heat rose up to his neck. His hair fell around him, like a drape, and he could smell nothing but him. The grain of his lips seemed to rest a hairsbreadth from his own.
"Good night, my little disciple," he whispered.
Wooyun had to force his racing heart to settle. Finding his voice, he let out barely a whisper in reply. "Good night, master."
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