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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive
  Character:
      Ciel_Phantomhive, Sebastian_Michaelis, William_T._Spears
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Rough_Sex, Underage_Sex, Coda, Circus_Arc
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-16 Words: 932
****** Burnt Floors, Bed's Unmade ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     A veritable circus of delights.
Notes
     Set during the circus arc. Because I couldn't help it.
See the end of the work for more notes
                "Really, bocchan?" Sebastian murmured, his voice dark and rich,
at one with the darkness of the tent. "Your timing is perhaps a little..."
                "Shut up." Ciel hissed, his eye a cruel blue slit in the night,
lit up brilliantly in the full moonlight as he glared balefully at Sebastian.
Sebastian huffed a brief laugh, before reaching down a hand, pulling Ciel
upwards and onto the bunk bed that predominated the room.
                "Did you really end up with the top bunk?" Ciel asked, crouched
easily over Sebastian. He pulled his ragged patch free with one hand, tossing
it tiredly to the side. "Did he beat you at cribbage?"
                "I chose the top bunk." Sebastian replied, his gloved hands
sliding upwards to rest on slim, boyish hips. As he watched, Ciel rolled with
his hands, the movement unexpectedly sensual. Another undulating roll of hips
and Sebastian took the hint, gloved hands slipping the top button on his pants
free, enough to tease the loose cloth down.
                "Why?" Ciel asked, his voice gone low, his body pressing
forward hungrily into Sebastian's hands. He stretched upwards, bracing himself
on the strong beams arcing over the canvas roof, allowing Sebastian to pull
cheap, worn trousers from his body, before dropping back down onto him. "In
case you needed to leave via the ceiling?"
                Sebastian laughed.
                "Don't you know all cats like heights?"
                Ciel rolled his eyes, the purple haze of the Tetragrammatons’
casting an eerie glow over his cheekbones. In this moment, body writhing with a
sexual anticipation far beyond his years, and Sebastian’s glowing mark carved
into his eye, Ciel looked like the demon. Crouched low over Sebastian's
sleeping body, ready to devour his dreams.
                Ciel's small fingers were cold and soft as they wormed open the
fastening of Sebastian's pants, easing him out into the warm space between
their bodies.
                "You aren't a cat." Ciel answered flatly, and then Sebastian
was sliding one glove off and tossing it to the floor, his fingers quickly
wetted in his mouth before slipping them into his master, the tightness and
warmth making his eyes go heavy and half-lidded. Ciel let out a low sigh at the
feel, before rolling his hips down. Sebastian could feel the soft weight of his
bottom rubbing against his wrist and the front of his pants.
                "I didn't say I was." Sebastian said, his voice perfectly
composed, even as Ciel let out a groan and arched his back, pressing more and
more of Sebastian's fingers into his body. His body begging, without his mouth
saying a word.
                Sebastian pulled his fingers out sharply, amusement spreading
over his features at the sharp twitch, and the glare Ciel had fixed in his
direction. Ciel rose up again, his thighs trembling slightly at the angle, as
he grasped Sebastian's cock firmly in one hand, and slowly angled it towards
himself. The slide down was rough, a little painful, but Ciel took it with
nothing more than a small wince, and the sight was too much.
                Sebastian rolled them over, listening to the weathered wood of
the bed creak at their motions.
                "Alright, bocchan, but we have to be quiet."
                Ciel didn't say anything, just watched him, an impatient frown
wrinkling his brow, and turning down his mouth. As though Sebastian had been
tardy with his sweets. Which, Sebastian contemplated with a saccharine smile
sure to unnerve, he rather had.
                "After all, our shinigami friend is currently residing in the
lower bunk."
                Ciel's eyes widened, but it was too late, Sebastian was bent
over him, his hips pumping furiously into the boy below him, enough to shake
the bed, a dizzying rocking motion. Ciel let out a single whimper, and then
crammed his fist into his mouth, desperate to keep silent. Ciel was barely
prepared, making each push and pull, a rough, grinding affair. Ciel was huffing
wet breaths from around his knuckles, his face a red, teary mess from the
feeling. Sebastian could feel the fluttering of his inner muscles, as he
clenched and tensed helplessly.
                Sebastian reached down with the hand still gloved, to wrap
around Ciel where he stood swollen and dripping, tightening his hand around the
hot length. Ciel let out a low wavering moan, and then clenched his eyes shut
in shame at the sound. His thighs were tense where they wrapped around
Sebastian's waist.
                “Hush, bocchan.” Sebastian whispered his voice unaffected, but
still low and dark like the rich chocolate Ciel liked to eat heated on cold
nights. “Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?”
                “Hurry up.” Ciel bit out before tossing his head to the side,
and clenching his eyes closed, pushing fiercely back into the hard thrust of
Sebastian’s cock. “Harder.”
                Sebastian grinned a fierce, wicked thing, and tucked his face
into Ciel’s neck, close enough to hear the thunderous rush of his pulse, to
taste the beads of sweat forming on his collarbone. His body formed a curved
bow over Ciel, his small body tucked, shaking, under him. Ciel’s cock was hot
and hard through the cloth of his remaining glove, leaking furiously and making
each movement smooth, slick, a sharp contrast to the friction of Sebastian’s
forceful thrusts.
                All of sudden, Ciel bucked sharply, and Sebastian could feel
his insides tighten around his cock, the thick wet spurts that coated his hand
and with a groan he was burying himself deeply and filling his young master
with hot evidence of his satisfaction.
:
                “Where are your gloves, demon?” William asked, his glasses
glinting brightly in the sunlight.
                “Ah.” Sebastian replied with a dark smile. “I got them dirty.”
End Notes
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