My Master
Chapter 2
I can't help but notice how perfect Tino actually is. His eyes are a delicious chocolate brown, and make my heart melt every time he looks into my own dull, blue ones. When he smiles, I feel like the most special person in the world.
However, when he looks at me, I can see a minute bit of fear enter his eyes. And it makes me sad. I want to be loved by my wife, not feared by him. I've decided; I'm going to try what I wanted to try a while ago... and hopefully, it will benifit both if us.
I-
Three sound knocks came from the door, and Berwald closed his notebook.
"Come in." He mumbled, hiding it under his pillow.
Tino entered, smiling nervously, and closed the door slowly afterwards.
"Hi, Sve."
The blond looked up awkwardly and then back at the floor, twiddling his thumbs.
"Hej, wife, what is it?"
Silence followed, and Berwald sat up on his bed, ajusting his glasses, and frowned slightly.
"Come and sit next to me."
Tino kept his head down, and shuffled over to the Swede, his eyebrows upturned.
"Well, it's just, Berwald, I don't really think that, uh 'punishing' and hurting you is a good way to show you that I love you...I mean, we could-"
The younger of the two inspected the bedsheet below them- a murky, dark blue.
The room was dim, the curtains closed.
"-Kiss, if you like.."
He moved forward slightly, but was stopped gently with a firm hand against his chest.
"Nej. I want to taste your eyes th's time."
"What!?" The Finn jumped away slightly, but was dragged back down by the Swede's other hand.
"Sve, stop it! You're being very scary, this is very morbid, Sve!"
A thumb pulled down on the younger's lower eyelid, and, despite the situation he was in, he didn't panic, or do anything as bad as Berwald would have imagined he would have done.
"Don't eat me, Sve!"
The hand from Tino's chest came up to steady his face instead, and Berwald opened his mouth slightly, showing a bit of his pink tongue.
"Sve..!"
And he look one deep, wet lick across Tino's eyeball.
"Uh.." The Finn shivered, and exhaled slowly.
After a few more slow swipes with his tongue, he pulled away, still holding the other's eye open.
"Do you like this sort of thing, wife?"
No reply came, and he looked down, an alarming shade of red on his cheeks.
The Swede moved away and let go of Tino completely.
"See, wife? You can do lots of things... that are weird. Like this. And you can torture me. Activities like this can be enjoyable. If you make them."
The Finn looked up, and nodded slowly.
"Tino."
"Y-yes?"
"Meet me here at 9 'o'clock-ish."
"Yes."
To be continued~
Don't worry, I'mma make Finny way less submissive across the next couple of chapters.. but I'm not going to make him completely OOC, so don't worry about that. ^^""
Anyway, I hope you're enjoying this story.. like I said, feedback is greatly appreciated.
I know my writing style isn't amazingly descriptive, but I write more for action, and I try my best, damnit. . xD
New chapters shall hopefully be up soon. ^^
