Suguru stepped into Tsutomu’s room and watched as his captive knelt in the middle of the floor, hands behind his back and eager gaze fixed on Suguru. Suguru felt a smirk tug at his lips as he crossed the room, Tsutomu’s attention never wavering. Suguru fit one finger against the bottom of Tsutomu’s chin and pressed upward, tilting his face up. Tsutomu shivered, fighting back his expectant wriggle. Suguru leaned over him to check the position of his hands, and found them in the same position Suguru had kept them tied in before he’d finally broken Tsutomu. Tsutomu’s body was just used to being in that position now. Suguru brought his free hand up to comb through Tsutomu’s hair, and Tsutomu tilted his head, leaning into the touch, a soft sigh of contentment parting his lips. Suguru’s smirk grew, and his curled his fingers into a fist, clutching a handful of Tsutomu’s hair. A whimper escaped Tsutomu’s lips, and his eyes watered as Suguru used his grip to wrench Tsutomu’s head back. “Have you been good, Tsutomu?” Suguru asked, twisting his hand. Tsutomu whined and craned his neck, trying to relieve the painful tension in his scalp. “Yes,” he gasped. “I’ve been good, Suguru, I promise.” Suguru studied him for a moment, then released his hair and gently rubbed over the sore spot on Tsutomu’s head from his hair being pulled on. Tsutomu’s body relaxed at the soothing touch, and a little sound halfway between a sigh and a hum rose in his throat. Suguru stepped back, and Tsutomu let out a soft noise of protest. Suguru raised one eyebrow, and Tsutomu fell silent, suddenly aware of the recent scars on his thighs from the last time he’d tried to protest Suguru leaving him alone. “Good,” Suguru praised, moving back until he was on the other side of the room. He sat, his back to the wall, his legs stretched out in front of him. “Come here,” he ordered, patting his thigh encouragingly. Tsutomu beamed and got to his feet, crossed the room, and sank down onto Suguru’s lap without moving his hands from their position behind his back, his knees on either side of Suguru’s hips. “You may speak, Tsutomu.” “Please,” Tsutomu pleaded, wriggling on his lap, trying to get even closer. Tsutomu ducked his head and nuzzled Suguru’s jaw, not daring to go for what he wanted. “Please what, Tsutomu?” Suguru prompted, settling his hands on Tsutomu’s hips possessively. “Please kiss me,” Tsutomu begged, shivering as one of Suguru’s hands left Tsutomu’s hip and came up to cup the back of his neck instead, bringing his captive’s head down so Suguru could tease him, his breath tickling across Tsutomu’s lips, but not quite kissing him. “Are you going to be good and not try to take more than I give you?” Suguru asked. Tsutomu whimpered, a full body shudder running down his spine in anticipation. “Yes, Suguru, I promise I’ll be good!” Tsutomu insisted. “You’d better. If you don’t, I’ll see how you like electric shocks, since you seem to be getting used to knives,” Suguru threatened. He didn’t give Tsutomu a chance to respond before he finally brought their mouths together, and Tsutomu melted in his hold.
When will we have a character who says “I don’t need a relationship” and then proceeds to NOT HAVE A RELATIONSHIP AND BE TOTALLY COOL WITHOUT ONE because honestly I’m so fed up with writers forcing romance on characters who clearly don’t want it/don’t care about it
What if—- I loved the idea of Prompto betraying his friends way more than I thought I would. A comic inspired by this comic over here! I took a crack at using screentones this time instead of just the standard black and white cell shadding and I fell in love with this! Man, one day, one day, I’ll take another crack and maybe write up a story board for some Promptis doujins.