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It snowed more during the night and through the morning, so by Christmas afternoon the ground was covered in a healthy layer of fresh soft snow. Finny was itching to go outside, but Sebastian told him sternly that they had to wait first for Christmas lunch. He'd been working too hard for everyone to run off, and this was the one time of year where the servants and Earl would eat together.
Sebastian had outdone himself, he really had. The dining room was decorated in laurels from the garden, as well as numerous candles all around the room. The glassware was sparkling, and all plates were laid with Christmas crackers. He sat with the rest of the servants and Ciel as he served oysters, fried smelt, foie gras, potatoes in duck fat, sweet carrots, and a plump goose golden skin and tender flesh served with onion and sage stuffing. Then finally there was the Christmas pudding which he set alight and lit the room up in a blue glow.
After the Christmas lunch, the Phantomhive servants took their afternoon off to go outside and play in the snow. Ciel, however, was too exhausted after eating so much and just retired to the drawing room. He settled himself in a sofa by the window and watched his staff throwing snowballs at each other or making snowmen and snow angels. As he watched, Finny picked up a gigantic chunk of snow and hurled it across the lawn at Baldroy, only for Baldroy to pull a large pistol from somewhere on his person and shoot the snow with enough force that it exploded into fine powder. While he was distracted, he was hit in the back by a smaller snowball that had been thrown by Mei-Rin, who was hiding by the trees with a slingshot and a supply of snowballs.
The door to the drawing room opened and Sebastian entered with a small tray carrying a teapot and some light cakes. Ciel looked at the tray warily, his stomach still full from lunch.
"Camomile tea," Sebastian said as he set the tray down on the table. "To soothe the stomach and aid digestion."
"Mmn. Thank you." Ciel shifted round on the sofa and smiled sleepily. He accepted the tea when Sebastian offered it to him, sipping it with a grateful hum. "Tastes good."
"Thank you," Sebastian smiled. He moved around the room, stoking the fire and adjusting cushions on the couches as he talked. "Mei-Rin liked her new dress, but I'm afraid we miscalculated Finny's size so his new jacket will need to be altered."
"We can do that the next time we're in town," Ciel yawned.
"You're still tired? Did you have nightmares again?"
"No," Ciel lied. "I just ate too much."
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the food so much. What kind of butler would I be if I couldn't make a suitable Christmas dinner for you?"
"Mm. How like a demon to try and fatten me up."
That had Sebastian laughing softly, and he gave a small bow. "If there's nothing else you need, My Lord-"
"Wait," Ciel said, making Sebastian freeze mid-bow. Ciel shifted a little on the couch and he gave a tiny sniff. "It's Christmas, I don't want you to have to spend the day alone. Sit with me a bit."
The demon smiled and slipped onto the sofa besides Ciel, adjusting his master so his back was against the arm with a padding of cushions, and his feet on his butler's lap. Ciel leaned back into his cushions, sipping his tea as Sebastian undid the buttons on Ciel's shoes and gently pulled them off followed by his socks.
Sebastian's fingers were gentle as always on Ciel's feet, gently massaging his instep and sole, then up to Ciel's ankles and down to his toes. Ciel sighed and sank back into the cushions.
He'd had nightmares the previous night, yes, but it was surprisingly easy to forget them in that moment. He was lost in the smell of the camomile, the heat of the fire, the distant sound of his servants in the snow. And the gentle ministrations of his butler on his feet. Ciel had made this offer for Sebastian's own good, of course. He knew the demon had a fondness for his master's feet, letting him hold him like this was an adequate Christmas gift. The fact that Ciel also got pleasure from it was merely a side benefit.
Soon, Ciel felt his eyelids slide closed and he drifted off into a doze. Hardly noticed when the tea cup was taken from his fingers and placed on the table. He was tired, warm, content.
He felt Sebastian's gloved hands on his feet, massaging him and stroking over his skin. Then the soft gloves were gone and he felt Sebastian's bare skin, the gentle brush of fingernails teasing him and making him smile in his sleepy state. A thumb ran down Ciel's instep to his heel. Ciel could hear a gentle purring and half registered that it was him sighing in pleasure.
Then there was a new sensation, of something soft and warm pressing to his ankle. Light touches brushing over his ankle, his instep, his toes. Ciel's eyes fluttered open. Sebastian was holding Ciel's foot up to his mouth and was gently pressing kisses to his foot, his eyes hooded and glinting red. As Ciel watched, Sebastian's lips parted and his tongue pressed against the side of Ciel's foot, light and wet, licking softly up his foot to gently bite on his toe. He finished with a kiss on his toe that was almost tender. Sebastian's eyes closed and he seemed to shudder, breathing out with a long sigh.
Ciel's cheeks burned pink as his butler turned to face him, still holding his foot by his lips. He tried to find his tongue, but it took him a moment.
Finally, he managed to whisper, "That's rather inappropriate, Sebastian."
Sebastian smiled. His hands drifted down Ciel's ankle and up his calve to his knee, one hand stayed there and the other went to his other foot still resting on Sebastian's lap. "Would you like me to stop?"
Ciel blushed furiously. He looked away and closed his eyes with a huff. "I didn't say that."
He covered his face with his hands to try and hide the way his cheeks were burning as Sebastian pressed a kiss to his other foot. Bit his lip to keep from making any noise when Sebastian nipped at his toes again, sucking his pinky into his mouth in a delicate kiss. Then down to Ciel's ankle, kissing down the back of his calve to the back of his knee. Ciel shivered in pleasure at the sensation of Sebastian's hot breath on his skin.
"S- Sebastian," he whispered into his hands. He peered through his fingers and found the demon looking up at him from between his legs, himself slightly flushed and hungry. His lips were glistening and as Ciel watched, Sebastian pressed a kiss to the inside of Ciel's thigh just above his knee. His nose brushed against the fabric of Ciel's shorts, unable to go any higher. Not without permission. Ciel bit his lip. He spread his legs slightly, lifted his hips, whispered an order too quiet for anyone but a demon to hear.
Sebastian kissed higher up Ciel's thigh, hot and burning even through Ciel's clothes. Ciel bit his lip as his shorts and underwear were removed, leaving him in just his shirt and jacket. His cock was already hard from Sebastian's touches, and the demon didn't tease him any further. He sucked his master's cocklet easily into his mouth.
Ciel threw his head back in a cry of pleasure, his hands snaking back to grip the cushions at his head. His hips thrust upwards into Sebastian's mouth, so hot and wet and perfect. The demon's tongue swirled around him. Hands on Ciel's hips pulled him closer, massaging his delicate skin and soothing him.
"Sebastian," Ciel cried in pleasure, then bit his lip in fear someone outside would hear them. Sebastian reached up a hand, brushing over Ciel's cheek, then his thumb slipped into his master's mouth. Ciel sucked on it eagerly, his eyes screwed shut and drool soon dribbling down his cheeks onto the cushions. His thighs were shivering as he thrust up into Sebastian's mouth. His groans were muffled around Sebastian's thumb. Sebastian's other hand went to cup his master's behind and give him support as he thrust. Ciel was still small, not nearly able to thrust down his butler's throat, but he still fucked Sebastian's face with harsh quick thrusts.
When he came, he moaned his butler's name around the digit in his mouth. Sebastian kept sucking him through his orgasm, swallowing his cum easily. When he sat up, his cheeks were tinged slightly pink and his lower lip had just a drop of semen on it, which he wiped away with a finger.
"Sebastian," Ciel said. "Thank you."
"A pleasure, my Lord." He moved back on the couch as if to leave, but Ciel reached out and grabbed his suit coat with his toes. When Sebastian paused, Ciel let his toes run down over Sebastian's suit to his trousers, pushing his leg aside to reveal the obvious bulge in his clothes. When he pressed his toes against it, Sebastian bit his lip to hold back a groan.
"It's Christmas," Ciel said with a grin. "I think I'll spoil you, Sebastian."
"Young Master," Sebastian gasped.
He moved back onto the sofa, facing Ciel, spreading his legs to give the master better access to his cock. Ciel pressed his toes to it, massaging him through the fabric of his suit, his delicate toes running over his length and digging into the head. Sebastian gripped the couch and rocked his hips forward. His hair fell over his face and his eyes closed in lust. He ground against his master's foot eagerly. As Ciel watched, Sebastian's mouth fell open and he moaned in an otherworldly language. Ciel pressed his entire foot to Sebastian's cock. Toes to heel, he let Sebastian thrust against him. His other foot came down as well, toes reaching down to Sebastian's balls, making him shudder and moan in pleasure.
Then Sebastian was coming with a moan, his body shuddering in ecstasy and his cock twitching beneath Ciel's toes. He slumped back into the chair, staring down at his filthy suit.
Ciel removed his feet and curled over with another blush. "Don't expect a present like that every day," he said.
"Of course not," Sebastian agreed. He got up and found a blanket to cover the master up, pouring him another cup of tea. As he stood to leave, intending to get a change of clothes, Ciel took hold of his sleeve to stop him again. He bit his lip, a long pause before he made his final request.
"K- Kiss me."
The demon bent down, cupped his master's face in his hands, and kissed his delicate mouth. Softly. Tenderly. So that for a moment, Ciel could forget his fragility and his nightmares and the contract engraved on his eye and the fangs that lurked behind Sebastian's lips. Let himself believe just for an instant that the past week did not have any unsavoury or supernatural turns. Just a week in winter, nothing more to complain about than the rain and the snow.
For that brief moment, Ciel could just be a human.
