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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive, Sebastian_Michaelis_&_Ciel
      Phantomhive
  Character:
      Sebastian_Michaelis, Ciel_Phantomhive, mention_of_Elisabeth_Midford
  Additional Tags:
      Yaoi, Smut, Blow_Jobs, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Rimming, Anal
      Fingering, Anal_Sex, Introspection, (kind_of), Possibly_Unrequited_Love,
      Ciel_Phantomhive_is_a_Brat
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      Published: 2016-09-25 Completed: 2016-10-16 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 7563
****** Private Teacher ******
by AkuMadeFujoshiDesuKara
Summary
     After a ball in his mansion, Ciel is thinking very hard about a
     comment made by one of the guests and Sebastian is more than ready to
     help.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
The night was falling on the Phantomhive manor but the lights were still
bright. Most of the guests had gone home, but a few lingered in the ballroom,
comfortably sitting in little groups, talking about economics or gossiping.
Sometimes, some roaring laughs could be heard above the soft music played by
the orchestra. However, the owner of the house was absent. Judging that
everyone was enjoying each other's company, he left a moment ago to hide in his
office, pretexting to have some documents to check.
Under the dim light of the candle, Ciel Phantomhive was deep in thought, a
delicate hand supporting the weight of his head, eyes fixed on a shadow on the
wall. A tall and slim butler entered the room with a tray in his hands, but the
earl didn't move an inch.
"Young master, your chamomile tea is ready."
The black-clad man stopped in his tracks to observe the young man still staring
in front of him. Those little lips were drawn into a pout and a faint frown
wrinkled the thin eyebrows.
"Young master, you seem preoccupied. May I ask what could be bothering you?"
Ciel came out of his thoughts and looked at his butler with wary eyes.
"It's nothing you should know. Leave the cup on the desk and go take care of
the last guests, Sebastian."
"Yes, my Lord."
With these words, Sebastian Michaelis bowed, placed the cup of herb tea next to
his master's right hand and exited the room quietly.
Ciel Phantomhive took a sip and went back to his contemplation with a sigh. The
words of the Count of Norailles were playing in his head and he was still
trying to figure them out. He remembered vividly the shame to feel left out of
a conversation that occurred in his own mansion. The shame to feel like a kid
of whom adults could make fun, making suggestive comments with a smirk, knowing
very well that a child couldn't possibly understand. Anger piled up and the
earl stood abruptly.
Sebastian chose this moment to come back in the room and collect the empty cup.
"Is the Young master ready to sleep? The schedule is quite tight tomorrow and
we wouldn't want to have a sleepy earl during those important meetings."
Even Sebastian seemed to treat him like a child tonight, constantly glancing at
him to confirm that he was fine or providing special alcohol-free cocktails.
Already stung by the usual little stabs about his young age throughout the
evening, Ciel ended up feeling especially irritated.
"I'm not a child that you should put to bed as you please. I can manage my own
schedule just fine."
"My, my, you are in quite a foul mood tonight, which gives me another reason to
suggest you to rest. Do you need assistance in this matter, My Lord?"
"Don't you patronize me, Sebastian! I want to be alone a little more, and I
will go to sleep when I feel like it. You're dismissed."
Hiding a little twitch of his lips behind a nod, the butler decided to press
the matter a bit further.
"Don’t hesitate to ask assistance from me if I could be of any help, My Lord."
"Of course, one could trust you to be an expert in this field, demon."
That was it. Obviously, the problem tormenting the insufferable brat was either
of violent or sexual nature.
Sebastian left the room and repressed a chuckle when he closed the door.
Naturally, he eavesdropped on the conversation that occurred between the Count
and his master, and he understood immediately the salacious allusion about the
whipped cream stuck in the corner of Lady Austray's lips. He even saw by the
little frown on his master's forehead that the boy didn't catch the true
meaning underneath.
An hour later, the earl rang the bell to begin the preparation of his bath and
Sebastian went to the master's bathroom to draw water and bring his nightgown.
Ciel was sitting silently on his bed when the bath was ready and he let his
butler take off his clothes and guide him into the lukewarm water without a
word. While he was delicately massaging the scalp of his master, Sebastian
decided to break the awkward silence.
"May I ask if the Young Master is alright?"
The young boy was slowly drifting into sleep under the gentle touch on his hair
but he managed to answer, with a tone less angry than he would have wanted.
"Hmm, you can rinse and dry me, I cannot wait to go to bed."
Sebastian stopped his ministration and proceeded to the usual following steps
with careful gestures.
"Did the ball tire you, My Lord? I could postpone your first meeting tomorrow
morning and let you sleep a little longer."
"I can manage, Sebastian, I already told you that I'm not a child."
"You seem to be pretty preoccupied with your age this evening, I wonder what
happened. Maybe the conversations between your older guests were a bit
difficult to follow?"
A little blush appeared on the earl's cheeks and Ciel averted his gaze.
"You seem to be particularly impertinent this evening. Know you place, demon!"
With a flick of his wrist, the boy pushed the butler's arm, threw the towel on
the floor and rushed out of the room.
When Sebastian finished draining the tub and entered the bedroom, Ciel was
sitting on the bed, his slim body enveloped in his nightgown. His arms were
limp on his side and the buttons still undone. The tall man chuckled, kneeled
in front of his master and reached for the fabric.
"If I may say, it seems to me that you like being a child when it's
convenient."
No lashing retort occurred as the earl was now looking sheepishly on the floor.
In a sense, Sebastian was right, as he liked being pampered from time to time.
He felt suddenly too tired to keep playing this game and with a feeble voice,
he accepted the help of his butler.
"Sebastian, explain to me what you understood from the Count of Norailles'
choice of words. It would be rather bothersome if I went to sleep without
having a clue."
"My Lord, the Count did a lascivious joke, you shouldn't mull over his crude
words."
"I could tell already, but explain nonetheless."
"I'm afraid it's a delicate subject that I didn't address yet in your biology
lessons, and I wasn't planning to talk about it until you're reaching your
majority."
Trust this bastard to be evasive as hell now that he was blatantly admitting
defeat and seeking his help.
"Yes, but in the meantime, I don't want to feel ridiculous not knowing what's
funny with a bloody Saint-Honoré."
Sebastian sighed and stood, throwing the upper corner of the bed sheet away to
coerce Ciel in a lying position, but the boy stayed firmly in place, refusing
to drop the matter.
"My Lord, it wasn't the Saint-Honoré which was source of fun, but the whipped
cream, as it reminds for some ill-minded people...a much more...private fluid."
The dumbfounded look on Ciel could have been hilarious if it wasn't
infuriating. How dense could the boy be... Do I have to explain all of it with
details?
"Young Master, for the Count, Lady Austere's stained lips mimicked the
aftermath of a fellatio, a sexual act in which a partner uses one's mouth to
pleasure the other's genitals."
The young boy gasped at that crudeness and a deep red stained his usually pale
cheeks. The more he tried to think about his butler's words, the hotter he
felt.
The first image that invaded his brain was Elisabeth, on her knees, her hands
on his thighs, bringing her lips near his crotch.
How could this kind of thing be pleasurable? The simple idea of having his
genitals near one's face was disgusting, let alone in one's mouth. So why did
he somehow seem curious to know how it felt?
And then, instead of Elisabeth, he imagined red eyes looking up to seek his
blue and purple ones, the demon's wet and hot mouth on his groin, his sinful
tongue moving along his shaft skillfully. He repressed a moan at the mere
thought.
Had Sebastian ever participated in such an act before? Was he the one giving
pleasure or was he the receiver? Lewd images of his butler's ever-so-stoic face
contorted in pleasure flashed before his eyes and Ciel felt a strange stirring
setting inside of him.
"As I thought, Young Master, you shouldn't think too hard about it and go to
sleep."
As Sebastian watched Ciel's unmoving figure to check if his last sentence was
well heard, he saw the unease written all over the earl's face and he sensed
the tension suddenly filling the room. With an understanding smile, he reached
a delicate cheek with his gloved fingers.
"You still have plenty of time to grow accustomed to the idea, there is no need
to grab the whole notion yet, My Lord."
Red eyes widened as the boy abruptly grasped and opened the zipper of the
butler's slacks before yanking the fabric down.
"Wait, you don't have to... Nnngh..."
Sebastian's words died on his lips as a wet mouth engulfed his shaft in one
swift move, eliciting an electric shockwave in all of his body. Despite the
surprise, he felt his cock quickly hardening under the little tongue's licks
and a gloved hand slid by rote in soft bluish hair, guiding the earl's mouth
along the length.
Ciel wrapped his left hand around the base of the cock where his lips couldn't
reach, stroking softly in time with the movements of his mouth. The little
gasps and sighs that Sebastian was making were very arousing and he kept
licking and sucking to hear more. Instead of being disgusted by the act, he
felt the need to reach with his right hand between his thighs to alleviate the
pressure in his groin.
The image of his master pleasuring himself while sucking lewdly his cock, his
plump lips stretched around the girth of it was driving Sebastian mad with
pleasure, and to his greatest shame, he was quickly reaching his peak. With
gloved hands on each side of the earl's head, he pushed him gently off his
shaft. His voice was hoarse and he felt utterly out of breath.
"Young Master...I'm afraid that...if we continue like this...you will find
yourself...in Lady Austere's position."
To hear his eloquent butler fight with words was the best treat possible, and
the young boy wanted to feel more of this sweet power, see his demon fall apart
in front of him, because of him.
"That's the point, show me!"
Ciel's look was scorching, his eyes blazed, a deep crimson color splayed on his
cheeks, his wet lips slightly open, the little tongue's tip twitching.
Sebastian desired nothing more than to plunge his hard cock into this waiting
mouth and ravish the boy, but he feared the reaction of his little tyrant when
forced to taste a treat which wasn't as sweet and sugary as he liked.
"My Lord, I could show you the other way around, since it would be most
pleasurable for you this way."
In spite of his aroused and foggy state, Ciel glared at his butler and took the
best haughty voice he could.
"Don't make me order you, demon, do as I said!"
The sentence was just barely finished that the lord's lips were gliding along
the raven's length again.
Because of the fierce sucking, the void made by hollowed cheeks on the way
back, the occasional little gagging sounds and the way his master's eyes were
looking at him with a pleading undertone, Sebastian felt that he couldn't take
it anymore. You could trust the boy to be a fast and pugnacious learner when
faced with a challenge.
In an attempt to regain control, he gripped the back of the earl's head,
forcing his cock a little further into his throat and released with a feral
growl. Amongst the post orgasmic waves of pleasure still racking his body, he
could sense the back of the boy's mouth constricting as he struggled to
swallow.
When he let his length slip past the abused lips, thick droplets slid along his
master's chin. He collected the spilt fluid with his gloved fingers and lifted
them at eye level.
Seeing the surprised look on Ciel's face, it dawned on him that the boy might
never have seen semen before.
"Young Master, don't you usually ejaculate when you pleasure yourself?"
"What? No, I..."
Sebastian smiled fondly and reached a cheek with his clean hand, stroking the
fair skin with his thumb.
"You don't have to be ashamed to play with yourself when you're alone in you
bed. In fact, I already knew."
The boy's face turned scarlet and he looked at the floor. In spite of his
efforts to be quiet, Sebastian knew... It must have been because when he was
drowning in pleasure, the only name coming on his lips was his. The bastard
must have felt the pull of their contract and therefore was aware of the
lecherous act his master was performing. It didn't matter that Ciel compelled
himself to stop as soon as the name of his butler passed his lips, he somehow
knew, of course he knew.
"I... I never had the luxury to go till the end, so how would I know?"
Sebastian kept ardent eyes on his master as he slowly pulled out his tongue and
licked his moist fingers, smearing some of the fluid on his lower lip while
stroking Ciel's mouth with his other hand for emphasis.
"Well, at least now you can fully understand the Count's bad joke."
With a swift motion, little fists grabbed the front of the butler's white shirt
and pulled him forward to bring their faces close.
"Sebastian, from now on, you will show me everything there is to know, so that
I won't fool myself anymore in front of idiots!"
The tall man bent forward, placed his lips near the earl's ear and smiled.
"But of course, My Lord."
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Roles are reversed...
"Young Master, the journey will be long enough for you to take a nap if you
feel tired. We'll arrive at the manor just in time for dinner."
"Hm."
Ciel looked at the landscape outside and considered his butler's words. The day
had indeed been exhausting and his thigh muscles were strained by all the
stairs they had to climb in order to find the witnesses of the latest London
crimes. Yet the earl felt restless and unable to stop his scheming brain.
He kept staring out for half an hour and in the end he still felt bored.
Sebastian was furtively observing him, sensing the nervous state his master was
in by the jolting of his fingers and the twitching of his leg.
He extended a hand to touch the earl's shoulder and squeezed gently.
"What do you think you're doing? Don't touch me so freely!"
"My apologies, I thought you could benefit from a massage, considering that the
day was harsh and your body is all tense."
Ciel considered his words and shrugged.
"Sure, you could start with my neck."
"My Lord, in order to be comfortable, could you turn a little and put your legs
on the bench?"
The young boy did as told and Sebastian sat behind him. He placed his gloved
hands on the earl's shoulders and brought them at the base of the slender neck.
With a light pressure, fingers slid up till the edge of his hair and went down
again, applying a bit more pressure to soothe the tension in those muscles.
After four or five movements, the boy began to visibly loosen up. Sebastian
slid his hands along the shoulders, massaging the stiff zone with deft thumbs.
When he saw the boy's head rolling backwards and the little earl's eyes
fluttering closed, he ventured across the sides of the fine body sitting in
front of him and finally splayed his fingers on lithe thighs, going along them
in soothing motions.
The massage felt like heaven, and this thought made Ciel chuckle, as the
creature procuring such bliss came from the pits of Hell.
"What is it, My Lord?"
The little earl kept silent. As if I'm going to tell this cocky bastard that I
enjoy his care.
"Is the Young Master pleased with the massage ?"
"Hm."
Ciel seemed to keep his mouth shut to avoid any strange sound of delight, but
Sebastian could hear the little heart speeding up each time his fingers brushed
the clothed groin. He kept kneading the taut flesh with care and probed a
little further with each passage.
When his master's head softly thumped against the side of his neck, he pressed
his chin against the top of the soft hair and inhaled quietly. The little earl
smelled of fine bergamot and chocolate, as his latest meal was a cake to
complement his afternoon tea.
In time with his fingers' move, he could sense the small body pressed against
him squirm and quiver. As he heard the boy's breathing quicken, he spoke in his
ear with a velvet tone while brushing bluntly against the boy's erection.
"I can feel that the Young Master do enjoy his massage, and I think that it is
the perfect time to reciprocate last time's action."
He punctuated his words with a gentle squeeze.
The deep and rich voice of Sebastian resonated in all of the boy's body and
Ciel couldn't suppress a moan. He nodded, still stubbornly refusing to talk.
Sebastian gently placed his master with his back against the wall of the
carriage and knelt between supple thighs. His gloved hands caressed elegant
boots and went up under the fabric of a knee-length short.
"Take off your gloves."
The butler lifted a hand to his lips, stuck the tip of the cloth between his
teeth and pulled, locking his burning eyes on his master's. Then he stroked the
creamy skin with his bare fingers while taking off the other glove. As soon as
the two garments touched the floor, he slipped under the hem of Ciel's shorts
and grabbed handfuls of flesh.
The earl closed his eyes and leant his head on the wall, focusing on the
unusual feeling of bare fingers on his skin. Little shivers were raising in the
dexterous hands' trail and the boy unconsciously opened his legs to give more
access.
Sebastian took advantage and unbuttoned the top of the velvet short before
pushing the underpants out of the way to free the throbbing hard-on underneath.
"Now I can confirm with my own eyes that you really enjoyed the massage, Young
Master."
Glazed eyes shot open and the earl snarled.
"Shut up."
"You're right, I could use my mouth for other purposes, My Lord. But I
wonder... What should I do?"
Ciel whined and snapped.
"You very well know what to do, so do it!"
Sebastian smirked and brought his mouth juste above the tip of his master's
length, producing little puffs of hot breath while he talked.
"Please indulge me, my sweet Master... Say freely what it is that you want from
me. Give me your orders."
Ciel shivered from the feeling of moist air on his throbbing skin but he
scoffed.
"It's not like you to be so deferent. I bet it is one of your little sick games
and I won't fall for it."
Sebastian smiled and sighed. "Ah, what a proud and clever little Master.
However, if you refuse to guide me, I will be free to wander and do as I
please..."
To punctuate those words, the tall man pulled the short down, licked his
master's inner thighs and ran his tongue close to where the boy wanted him the
most, but he stayed far enough to rouse frustration.
Then he raised a hand and brushed a nipple through the silken shirt before
pinching lightly. With his other hand, he slid his fingers under the thigh to
stroke a firm cheek.
This was too much for Ciel, who was wiggling and whimpering under the sensual
touches. But at the same time, this was not enough, and he wanted this teasing
to stop and to be engulfed in Sebastian's mouth already, to be properly licked
and sucked.
"Sebastian..."
"What is it, My Lord?"
The question was accompanied by a little nip on the inside of a knee, and long
fingers rubbed a perked nipple.
"Hmm, Sebastian..."
"Yes, Young Master?"
A soft hand slid smoothly on Ciel's ass and brushed its cleft suggestively, as
a wet tongue traced the edge of his navel.
"Agh, Sebastian, take me in your mouth already!"
"Yes, My Lord."
With a smile and a piercing look, the demon ostentatiously stuck his tongue out
and slowly licked his master's cock from base to tip, wrapped his lips around
it and took the whole length in his mouth. Ciel quivered and moaned loudly,
before quickly biting the back of his hand to stifle the sounds.
Sebastian withdrew from his feast and chuckled.
"Indeed, you have to be quiet, as we can't have the coachman hear what a filthy
little Master he's driving."
Ciel's protest was lost on his lips when his cock was once more sucked and
licked all the way down.
His little fists curled on the bench while Sebastian fondled his backside and
growled around his dick. The vibrations made the earl yelp and he had to remind
himself to hold back his voice.
A burning sensation was already growing in the pit of his stomach and a great
pressure was welling until he felt he would explode.
"Se...Sebastian, I'm going to..."
The demon didn't say a word and kept on fiercely sucking while looking up at
his master. The boy's face was covered in a thin layer of sweat, a deep blush
was spreading on his cheeks, his lower lip was squeezed under little white
teeth and in his right half-closed eye, he could see the demonic mark
shimmering. His mark. His left hand was scorching as his own mark was also
ablaze.
Ciel suddenly whined and came with hot spurts inside his butler's mouth. He saw
red eyes shining with an eerie glow as Sebastian gulped and licked his lips. A
dazzling ecstasy filled the boy's brain and his body slumped on the bench,
utterly satisfied.
Sebastian got up and sat near his little master. He caught the boy in his arms
and placed him on his lap, back pressed against him. He fumbled then with the
drowsy earl on his knees to put back the undergarment and the short.
A feeble and sleepy voice rose in the comfortable silence.
"Sebastian, you seem to find my... private fluid... pleasurable. Why is that?"
"Indeed, My Lord, it is for me like tasting a forbidden treat."
Ciel thought about the deep hunger he knew his demon was feeling.
"Describe how it is, for me to truly understand."
"For my Young Master to better apprehend it, it feels like knowing at every
second that you own the most exquisite cake while being ravenous for years...
And suddenly being allowed to take one big and only lick from the delicious
icing."
Ciel closed his eyes and couldn't suppress a yawn.
"I really don't know how you can bear such a torture."
The demon didn't answer immediately, and when he voiced his reply with a tender
kiss on the boy's head, the little earl was already sleeping soundly.
"But it's exactly what is interesting and certainly exciting, my sweet Master.
Taking my time and increasing my hunger by seasoning the best meal ever with
utmost care."
***** Chapter 3 *****
Ciel tossed the bedsheets and sat up abruptly. It was 4am and the earl was
experiencing another sleepless night. But unlike previous insomnia, it wasn't
induced by dreadful nightmares. This time, the boy's brain was restless because
of a few words his butler said in a casual tone, while tucking him in bed after
their memorable trip back to London. Since then, he kept hearing the soft and
velvet voice whispering blasphemous projects about licking him through and
through, and his cheeks kept glowing deeply each time his brain supplied him
with the vivid memory. As a result, his body became once more aroused and at
the same time he felt ashamed.
The day after tomorrow would be a busy and tiring day full of appointments, so
the little earl decided to stop this torment and find some relief before then.
Little footsteps resonated on the soft wooden floor of the mansion as Ciel went
straight to his butler's room. Since the day he attributed the place to
Sebastian, he only came in his quarters once or twice, but when he softly
opened the door, he noticed that everything was still bare, as if nobody had
been living here for the past years.
The handsome man was lying on his back on the bed and as soon as Ciel crossed
the threshold he spoke in his calm voice.
"Young Master, why did you take the trouble to come here, when you could have
called me? Are you plagued by nightmares?"
Ciel flinched as he had believed his butler was sleeping. But of course, demons
never sleep unless they want to.
He stared for a minute at the tall male lying on his back, head facing the
ceiling, reddish-brown eyes staring in front of him. His handsome face was
still and calm, like a beautiful white mask framed by dark and long hair. His
mouth was now closed and Ciel craved to caress and kiss those velvet lips. He
considered the butler words again and blushed a little at the thought of this
perfect mouth all over his body.
"Sebastian, I think I need to unwind some pressure before tomorrow... And I
think you know a good way to do so."
A tiny smile grew on thin lips.
"Ah? I do know indeed what could help you to relax, but I bet warm milk is not
what's on your mind anymore..."
The little earl blushed deeper and stuttered. "S-Sebastian, y-you know very
well...th-that I'm thinking of your proposition...from that night..."
A dark chuckle echoed in the room and the butler stood up and walked to his
master. He reached for the door-handle but the earl didn't move.
"N-no, I don't want to go back in my room."
Strong hands wrapped themselves around small shoulders and Sebastian closed the
door and locked it before guiding his little charge to his bed.
"Pardon me, My Lord, but I only have a small bed, so this will have to do."
With inhuman speed, he changed the cotton sheets to replace them by silk ones.
"There, you can sit now."
Ciel hesitated a little and decided on a whim to frankly lie down on his back,
which earned him another chuckle.
"Look who seems impatient. Do you want me to go straight to the point, My Lord?
Though I would suggest a little bit of foreplay."
Like a child tempted by a jar of cookies before dinner, Ciel was curious to
learn what the word "foreplay" could entail, so he nodded silently.
Sebastian smiled gently to put his master at ease and sat next to the boy.
His gloved hands unbuttoned the upper part of the nightgown and his mouth
latched on to the earl's neck. A hot tongue licked the underside of his chin
and climbed up to one ear, soft lips nipping at the lobe, adding little pants
and gasps for the show. The moist trail brought by Sebastian's tongue went
slowly further south, where he traced and kissed the delicate collarbone and
finally elicited a soft moan from his master.
White gloves were promptly discarded and a bare hand swiftly got rid of the
rest of the buttons and stroked the frail chest while the other one gathered
the earl's wrists and wrung them over the boy's head. As the tongue circled a
perked nipple, Ciel was panting and whimpering, half-heartedly wriggling to
escape the strong hold and the wicked licks. The demon's tongue kept working in
large strokes on the earl's chest until a trembling voice rose.
"Hng... Stop, it's tickling."
With a grin, Sebastian released his master's hands and shifted both of them to
situate himself between milky legs. He grabbed the underside of the boy's knees
and lifted him to gain access to his crotch, and before the little earl had
time to protest, a moist tongue lapped his cleft with passionate strokes.
A strangled cry erupted from Ciel's mouth, spurring Sebastian further. His wet
muscle circled the little hole and probed around it before sliding slowly
inside, causing more moans from the boy.
"Hmm, Seba-..., oh my God, do you know where you're..."
The idea of what his butler was exactly doing was at the same time outright
shameful and fully arousing. The tongue seemed to enjoy his feverish body
thoroughly and this silent worship enthralled the little earl. As Sebastian's
mouth triggered deeper shivers of pleasure, the embarrassment gave slowly way
to blinding pleasure.
"Hmm... More."
Ciel was shocked by his own boldness and covered his mouth with a trembling
hand to avoid blurting out shameful words again. He tensed when he felt the
moist tongue go away, soon replaced by a wet finger prodding at his entrance.
The perfect butler had indeed obeyed his master as soon as the words were out.
He had summoned a little oil bottle from thin air and coated his fingers,
waiting for the liquid to warm up before pushing slowly his middle finger
inside the puckered hole. He heard a little surprised gasp which was now
turning into muffled moans and he felt the muscles twitching against his
finger. He thrusted gently in and out, massaging the soft walls until the boy
loosened. A deeper move provoked a jolt and a cry, and he knew that he found
the right place to stimulate. Each time his finger brushed the bundle of
nerves, the little earl whimpered loudly. Loving the beautiful meows going out
of his master's mouth, Sebastian bent forward and licked the twitching hole.
The fingering and licking became suddenly too much for Ciel. He could see stars
with each deep press of Sebastian's finger and his heart was pounding wildly in
his chest. He didn't last long and came hard in white ribbons coating his
stomach.
While he was comfortably drifting in afterglow, he vaguely noticed that
Sebastian released his hips and was licking the semen with a purr.
For the little earl, this new experience felt so much better than all the
sweets he could gather in this world, and he wondered if he could possibly live
without experiencing this astounding ecstasy again. He felt completely relaxed
for the first time in days.
"This is way more efficient than warm milk."
Sebastian chuckled at the words and said in a whisper "Indeed, My Lord."
After a moment of peaceful silence, Ciel get up with the intention to go back
in his room, but trembling legs gave way under him and Sebastian rushed to
catch the boy in his fall.
"Please be careful, Young Master. I will bring you back to your quarters."
The butler carried his young charge bride-style to his room and deposited the
boy on the huge bed with precaution, sliding the covers up to tuck him in.
The demon froze when he locked eyes with his master. There was a soft
tenderness in the boy's traits, unlike his usual sour face, and his eyes were
shining in the candle light. How beautiful you are, Master.
As the earl closed his eyes, the flame of the candle died and the tall and dark
silhouette vanished in the shadows.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
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Chapter Notes
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Ciel was pissed. Very pissed. After that night when he went in his butler's
room, how could Sebastian act every day as if nothing happened? Meanwhile, the
young boy was flustered every time the demon was in the same room.
Dressing time and bath time were the worst, his heart thumping madly whenever
gloved fingers brushed his skin. He was avoiding Sebastian's eyes each time
their heads were close because he feared that the man could see his thoughts
filled of lust. He didn't want the butler to tease him or laugh.
He didn't want to order him either, because a new feeling was emerging since
their previous night together, a feeling he wanted to extinguish, a feeling so
silly that he had to get rid of it. It was not fitting for an earl to have a
crush like this one, especially on a servant. And it was outright scandalous
and foolish to harbor feelings toward the man who will be his demise. Yet he
wanted this absurdity to be returned, even a little. That's why he didn't want
to take advantage of the contract and use Sebastian as a mere puppet.
But the impassive face of his butler was angering him. Sebastian was the first
to suffer his ire during lessons and meals. The boy was more insolent than
usual, complaining about anything, mocking each gesture and exasperating all of
his servants. The annoyed maid, chef and gardener complained to the head butler
one morning, who excused his master and assured them that he would do something
about it soon.
Sebastian was indeed exhausted by the tyrant's fits and each new outburst was
giving him the irrepressible desire to eat the insufferable boy's soul already
and be done with it.
On Sunday afternoon, after the visit of Lady Elisabeth, Sebastian found his
master locked in his study. He had noticed that the young lady had returned to
her manor in quite a hurry compared to the awfully long dinners she usually
planned when she came to visit. Maybe the silence in the earl's room could be
linked to this peculiar departure. The butler knocked and was welcomed by a
harsh answer.
"Leave me alone."
As Sebastian was going to turn away, he sensed a strange aura emitting from the
room.
Focusing on the link between them, he could feel that the boy was upset. But
this time, anger was mixed with a strong taste of sorrow. Determined to finally
stop the numerous outbursts as soon as possible, he ignored his master's
privacy and unlocked the door.
When he entered the room, Ciel was facing the window and his left cheek seemed
wetted by tears. How unusual. I almost never saw the boy cry.
"Young Master, I'm deeply sorry to interrupt, but I do think that you need
help."
Ciel jumped and quickly rubbed his cheek with his sleeve, staying silent as
Sebastian slowly came closer. Better let the brat hide his tears and pretend
he's in control, otherwise I would not be able to hear the end of it.
"Help for what?" bit the boy, covering whatever feeling he was experiencing
with anger.
"May I ask why Lady Elisabeth went home so fast today? Did you do something to
upset her?"
"Why would you think that I'm the one responsible for this? Elisabeth was pushy
and deserved fully well the repulse she encountered."
The tall man hid a chuckle and asked. "What on earth did she do to make you act
so violently? Surely she didn't attack you."
"It's none of your business, Sebastian, I said leave me alone."
The butler moved fast and firmly took the delicate wrist waving him away. He
brought his face near Ciel's and said with a low and menacing tone.
"Enough of your bad behavior, young one. Explain fully what has been annoying
you these past days."
Ciel whimpered and kept silent, but the tall man tightened his grip and jerked
the thin arm with a terrifying glare.
"Elisabeth tried to kiss me and I pushed her away, that's all."
"That's not all, and you know it very well. You're upset since a week."
The boy pressed his lips together as to choke back a sob and said in a whisper.
"I think I realized lately that I'm not quite...normal."
Sebastian suddenly deflated when he understood what issue his master was
facing. Of course, humans are deeply attached to social norms, even in their
private life.
His grip on the younger's wrist loosened and he gently held the earl's hand in
his gloved ones. His tone was soft when he answered.
"My Lord, the day I met you, you were set free, and this freedom includes every
aspects of your life, even your privacy, for I am here to protect you no matter
what. So fear no more and accept your desires thoroughly."
"But..."
Ciel couldn't go on without confessing his reprovable feeling, so he stood up,
hoping that his gesture would put an end to this conversation. He was stunned
to be unexpectedly embraced in tall arms, his face pressed against a strong
chest.
The flash of distress in the boy's mind when he had stood up had pushed
Sebastian to comfort him. It was a foreign feeling for him, far beyond simple
hunger, and he was confused. He knew that his eyes were glowing and he hid his
face and his puzzlement by squeezing the young lord in his clasp and murmuring
soft reassuring words.
"It's okay to feel what you're feeling. Until you find someone worthy of your
attentions, you can order me if you need anything, you know I won't tell a
thing."
Ciel tensed up and pushed away brutally, stepping outside the warm embrace.
"But I don't want to order you, that's the point." That, and the fact that I
don't want another...Well. "Okay, let's leave it to that, obviously, you don't
underst..."
Ciel came to a halt as he saw Sebastian's face. The perfect mouth agape,
handsome brows slightly furrowed, the kind look in his eyes, tangled with hurt.
It was close to the enamored look he sported that night, and at the ridiculous
thought that his feelings may be reciprocated, Ciel's heart beamed.
After a moment, the young earl sighed and tried to ask about the matter that
was bothering him.
"Do you feel something pleasurable when we..."
Luckily, Sebastian guessed and help his master.
"...When we have an intercourse? It is indeed most enjoyable for me."
"Because you can have a taste of my soul."
"Not only that, as we demons do enjoy carnal pleasures from time to time."
Ciel inhaled deeply to calm his heart and decided to settle for this kind of
reciprocation. At least, he didn't have to force his butler to act against his
will. He shyly took back Sebastian's hand and guided him silently to his
bedroom. Maybe it would be sufficient to embrace the man from time to time and
rein in whatever feelings he had. Time would surely clear the torment in his
mind. For the time being, he craved Sebastian's touch and the man said it was
okay to ask for it.
In a short outburst of boldness, the earl stripped and pushed the handsome man
on the bed before straddling his groin. As to verify the demon's words, he
slowly rubbed his ass against the clothed member and immediately felt a throb.
"You do know I never lie, Young Master" said Sebastian with a playful smile,
before adding "If you're worried about pleasing me, I could think of a nice way
to do so... Touch yourself for me. Show me how you do it."
Despite his previous burst of audacity, the boy was now deeply uneasy and he
was feeling very hot because of the blunt statement.
Seeing his hesitation, Sebastian took off his gloves, wrapped a hand around one
of his wrists and guided him along the thin torso, making him stroke the smooth
skin, caress the pink nipples, going down to brush the hardening length, coming
back up to touch plump lips and then push little fingers into the wet and hot
mouth.
Ciel followed the lead and licked his own fingers, and when they were
sufficiently coated in saliva, the butler brought the moist hand near the
earl's ass and whispered.
"Go on, open yourself up for me."
The act seemed foreign and filthy but the boy pushed the tip of a finger
against his hole and slowly slid inside. This felt like when Sebastian did it
the last time, but the burning gaze of the demon made the earl self-conscious.
As a second finger was added, Sebastian shifted to gain access to his pants'
fly and opened it, freeing his engorged cock, and lazily pumped a few times
while watching with ravenous eyes the beautiful creature displayed in front of
him.
The view of his butler jerking off fueled Ciel and he whined from frustration.
The pleasure brought by his fingers was definitely not as good as the bliss he
felt when Sebastian did it, so he withdrew his hand and ordered shortly "Do
it."
As soon as the first word was uttered, the earl was flipped on his knees, his
shoulders pushed down by a strong hand to place his head on the bed and his
fingers replaced by long and slicked ones.
"We have to use at least three to prepare you enough for me, Young Master."
At the thought of his little ass pounded by the glorious cock, Ciel's length
throbbed and drops of precum leaked on the bed. He turned his head to muffle
his high-pitched moans in the pillow but Sebastian's hand put him back in
place.
"Don't hide, I want to hear your pretty voice. Call for me, My Lord."
"Hmm, Seb-Sebastian, ngh."
Sebastian stretched and scissored his fingers into the tiny channel, pressing
into the boy's sweet spot when the whines were signaling a slight discomfort.
He reached under the thin body and wrapped a hand around the earl's erection to
jerk him off in time with his fingering.
Ciel was rapidly reaching his peak, but he wanted to taste the main course so
he urged his butler to stop, turned to lie on his back and took a few deep
breaths to delay his impending orgasm.
Sebastian moved slender legs apart and placed the tip of his oiled cock against
the stretched hole. He sensed a flash of fear coming from the boy and without
thinking, he pressed his lips on the quivering mouth.
Surprised by the gesture, Ciel stopped breathing and closed his eyes to
concentrate on the awkward sensation. The soft and warm lips of Sebastian were
gently brushing his own and then soft pecks were reverently delivered. The tip
of a tongue licked along the earl's lips and pushed inside, wetting the
entrance and going deeper to graze the boy's muscle with fervor. Ciel abandoned
himself in the kiss, was lost in this delicate dance, warmed up by the deep
intimacy of it.
That's the moment Sebastian chose to push firmly and sheathe himself in one go.
A loud moan fled out of Ciel's mouth, soon muffled by hot lips growing more and
more passionate. The stretching was a bit prickling but not painful, and as
Sebastian withdrew to slam his cock back to the hilt, hitting the prostate dead
on, the discomfort disappeared and Ciel openly shouted his pleasure.
The thrusts grew faster, accompanied by low grunts coming from the demon. The
hard member slammed from time to time straight on the boy's sweet spot, each
time provoking a jolt in all of his body.
The mouth of his butler wasn't on his lips anymore, but Ciel could feel the
scraping of sharp fangs along his neck. Sebastian was growling and panting, hot
breath caressing the earl's skin. Black smoky tendrils seemed to emanate from
his body, plunging the room in a dark atmosphere. It was demoniac and marvelous
at the same time.
Lost in his wonder, Ciel didn't see his orgasm coming and he was surprised to
spasm and spurt suddenly, coating his abdomen in sticky white.
Sebastian kept thrusting during the boy's climax and he growled with an
otherworldly voice when his cock was milked by the last pulsations of Ciel's
walls.
The little earl closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them, his
butler was back to his normal self, withdrawing gently from his body and
cleaning his stomach with a wet towel.
Ciel shifted to lean sideways and grimaced for he felt the demon's seed leaking
out of his hole.
"Arg, it's trickling, Sebastian, do something."
The meticulous butler bowed and parted Ciel's buttocks, dipping his hot tongue
inside and delving into the softened hole like he saw his master do countless
times in the homemade cream puffs he sometimes cooked for him.
When most of the semen was collected by the skilled tongue, Sebastian dressed
the boy with his nightgown, put his own clothes back and prepared to leave, but
a weak voice asked "Could you sleep here? Please...".
To hear the haughty earl politely asking for a favor was a first, and the demon
complied, pulled by a desire to keep building this new link he was creating
with his prey.
"Yes, my..." He slid his body under the covers, threw an arm around the boy and
squeezed.
"Yes, Ciel."
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