He then snaked his hand inside his robe, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. Wooyun gasped as he felt his master's cold hand on top of his heated flesh. Without realizing it, he'd been grasping the hem of Junghwa's sheer robe, his grip tightening every time his hand got lower and lower until he felt his little nub being grazed by Junghwa's calloused hand.
"Ack!" He yelped before pressing his lips into a thin line.
Wooyun's heart rate dropped for a moment. He'd lost all ability to breathe. He wasn't sure what was going on, but whatever this was, he wasn't sure he was ready to explore it. Still, his touch was nice, and soon he, Wooyun, felt himself lean against Junghwa's touch.
His eyes lidded as he asked his disciple, "Is it alright if I touch you?"
Wooyun blinked before chuckling. "Isn't that what you're doing right now, master?"
"Is it?"
He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. "You're already touching me right now. Why bother asking for my permission?"
