#time(is)

thanks for the submission!

Then canon must be a lie

If plot points can do whatever

And still swim in the soup

.... I tried.

- Vox, fictive (Hazbin Hotel)

th. the year?

"Yes," Tommy whimpers back.

The razor catches an overhead light as Solomons picks it up. "Absolutely still. Understood?"

"Yes," he says again.

Solomons starts high, stroking the blade beneath Tommy's navel in smooth downward strokes. Tommy's eyes flick over to Chester, whose face is an unreadable blank. 

"Eyes on me," Solomons says, noticing his distraction.

Tommy looks down. He is frozen; mesmerised by the sight of the Dom on his knees and terrified of the blade that sweeps closer and closer to his cock, leaving a mass of black curls on the white towel like a slowly growing creature. He thinks of how he will look, truly naked, and a shudder runs through his body. Solomons snatches the blade away, fierce eyes snapping up. He looks cross, disappointed, and a tight little sorry sound escapes Tommy's throat. 

"I won't warn you again," Solomons says.