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The earl’s body was sprawled in the middle of his bed, blanket kicked aside and laying half on the floor, pearls of sweat lingering on his collarbone and temples, gluing his fine, black hair to his pale skin.
This summer was especially warm, so it didn’t come as a surprise that Ciel yet again woke up from the suffocating, hot air in the room. It had barely cooled down, despite his butler leaving open all the windows before eventually wishing him a good night and leaving the room.
When he awoke, the moonlight fell through the windows, highlighting the naked skin on his stomach - it seemed his shirt became unbuttoned as he was twisting and turning between the sheets.
It took Ciel mere seconds to remember fragments of his dream - enough to be followed by the realization why he’d actually woken up: the uncomfortable pressure he’d felt in his groin and the throbbing of his cock against his undergarments. They were merely a thin, short piece of fabric, so even in the dim moonlight it was quite obvious what was hidden beneath them.
“This, again?” Ciel led his hand down, and groaned at the slightest contact. He wasn’t used to being this sensitive. At least this time, the earl knew what was happening, wasn’t as freaked out as the first time it happened, when he’d been too scared and anxious and embarrassed to call anyone for help, when he’d just sat up and wrapped his arms around his knees, rocking back and forth, waiting for this weird feeling to stop.
He’d ignored it. Even after he’d realized he was growing into a man and his hormones were the cause for all this, Ciel did not dare touch himself, to pleasure himself at the thought of—
He knew it was alright, normal even. He’d read many books in which men had desired women, pleasured them and cherished their bodies. The issue Ciel had was that his fantasies were not revolving around women. Not Elizabeth or renowned opera singer Irene Diaz, hell, even if it had been his own maid, Mey-Rin, he would have accepted it. Ciel understood the attraction a man felt towards a woman, but a woman was not who he desired.
No, the one that seemed to make him weak, haunting his dreams in every sleeping hour and beyond, was none other than Sebastian .
Sebastian, his butler.
Sebastian, the demon.
Sebastian, the one who’d end up eating his soul.
Objectively speaking, of course Sebastian was a desirable man. Ciel had observed several women swooning over him in the past and present.
Then again, he could not speak objectively, because he, himself, found Sebastian extremely attractive.
Ciel groaned again, his hand merely lingering on top of his erection. He fought the urge to lift his hips and hump his palm - just slightly, is what he thought, that would help to release the pressure.
The last time he’d awoken from a dream, the images in his head had been too vivid, the skin on his inner thighs burning from where Sebastian had kissed them in his dream. Of course he’d imagined it. Of course his skin couldn’t have been actually burning, but Ciel could’ve sworn he’d seen red marks of Sebastian’s fingers where they’d held on to his upper thighs in his dream. That night, he’d slid his hand down his undergarments and he’d released himself.
The next day, had Sebastian noticed any of the stains, hadn’t said anything as he washed the earl or took away his laundry.
Sebastian…
Sebastian was his butler.
His demon.
Ciel moaned as he wrapped his fingers around his length, eyes opening wide when he came to the realization.
His .
Sebastian was his .
For as long as the demon awaited to reap Ciel’s soul, he was to follow each and every one of his master’s orders.
His eyes wandered across the room. The service bell was mere inches from his head, he’d just need to reach out and- no. There was a chance one of the other servants would hear, he couldn’t risk having any of them see him like this .
The obvious did not strike Ciel’s mind. He could just call out to Sebastian. A whisper would’ve been enough to summon him into this room. But Ciel could not think of it.
Ciel buttoned up his shirt sitting on the edge of the bed before getting up, his naked feet meeting the surprisingly cold floor. It was a nice contrast to the warmth of the room and his body.
When he’d left the room he made sure no one was in the hallway before closing the door behind him and walking down the floor to find Sebastian’s room. He hadn’t been in there often, maybe once or twice since the butler had served him, Ciel was too used to calling out to him and having him right there when he wanted him.
In front of Sebastian’s door, he hesitated. Suddenly, this felt stupid, he felt stupid. He should’ve just turned on his heels, gone back to sleep and solved the problem all by -
“Why don’t you come in, my lord?”
Ciel gasped aloud. Of course Sebastian would sense his presence.
He inhaled deeply, then reached out for the handle of the door and entered the room, quickly letting the door fall shut behind him again.
Sebastian was sitting on a red armchair, one leg crossed over another, a cup of tea on a tray next to him, and a book in his hand that he’d lost interest in now that the earl had entered the room.
“Something the matter, my lord?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow, slightly smirking as he closed the book and put it on the tray next to the cup of tea.
Ciel swallowed thickly. He could’ve turned around now, pretending this never happened. Instead, he tiptoed towards Sebastian, only coming to a halt when his knees touched the demon’s shins.
“I need you to help me.”
Sebastian’s eyes were locked on his, yet Ciel couldn’t shake the feeling that his butler knew exactly what was happening. He was a demon, after all.
“Of course. What is it?” With his smirk turning into a grin, Sebastian awaited his master’s response.
At first, Ciel didn’t speak. He nudged Sebastian’s knee and waited until he’d put his leg on the ground, then climbed into the butler’s lap, placing his knees on each side of him. Growing embarrassed, Ciel buried his face in the fabric covering Sebastian’s chest.
“Please, help me.” Ciel’s voice was audibly shaking, luring a chuckle from Sebastian.
“My lord, I can not possibly help you if you do not tell me what it is that you need help with.”
Even without looking up, Ciel could hear the amusement in Sebastian’s voice and for a second, he’d tried to come up with an insult. But he’d kept quiet and just reached for the buttons of his own shirt, starting to undo them with quivering fingers.
As he did so, he looked up, and his entire body tensed and his length was throbbing against the butler’s groin when he’d seen the look on Sebastian’s face. The smile was gone, eyelids hooded, lips slightly parted, his eyes following every movement of Ciel’s fingers.
“My lord-“
“Shut up,” Ciel said as he’d undone the last button and dismissed the shirt. Both their eyes were now locked on the muscle that was now bulging through the slightly wet undergarments.”Don’t talk. Don’t ask questions. Just help me, please.” His last four words were merely a whisper.
For a second, Ciel wondered if Sebastian had any boundaries, if he’d gone too far this time. The demon had killed for him, corrupted and manipulated systems and people alike just so Ciel could get his way. But maybe this would draw the line, maybe Sebastian was not interested in fulfilling the sexual desires of a mere boy.
His doubts were soon dismissed as Sebastian leaned in and bit the skin on Ciel’s shoulder, then licked the spots where he’d left his mark. “What a grown man you are now, my lord.”
Of course Sebastian had no boundaries. He was an immoral being through and through.
The earl noticed he’d started humping against Sebastian as his head fell against his chest again, hoarse moans escaping from the back of his throat. “Sebastian, please.”
The butler chuckled. It was clear he enjoyed every moment of his master’s desperation.
Oh, if only Ciel would’ve taken care of this issue himself, then he’d be long back asleep.
But then… then he wouldn’t have experienced the sensation of someone else touching him as Sebastian did now, as he finally released Ciel’s cock from the fabric wrapped his fingers around it.
Ciel cried out loud - the feeling he’d had was almost too much to take. It was none like the sorts of feelings he’d ever had before. He looked down and he felt so small in Sebastian’s grip, the tip of his length merely visible through the butler’s closing hand, leaking substance that Ciel wasn’t unsure of what it was.
But he didn’t care.
Because when Sebastian finally started moving his hand, the world around the young earl began to spin. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but Sebastian’s firm grip on his cock and the warmth that filled his body as Ciel looked into his butler’s face and noticed saliva building on the tip of Sebastian’s tongue that was slightly peeking out from between his teeth.
He leaned in, moaning against Sebastian’s mouth as he opened his own and licked the saliva from Sebastian’s mouth. It wasn’t a kiss, but it felt intimate and Ciel loved having Sebastian’s taste in his mouth, the sourness spreading across his tongue and the insides of his cheeks.
He’d started rocking his hips into Sebastian’s hand, starting to feel the sensation he’d had the last time he released himself at the thought of his butler, knowing he was close to reaching sweet bliss.
Moments away.
And then Sebastian pulled away his hand with a chuckle and Ciel was humping thin air.
His hands grabbed for the fabric of Sebastian’s shirt. “W-why-“
“My lord, don’t you wish to get the most out of it? What kind of butler would I be if I would simply send you off like this?” Sebastian chuckled and gestured towards the bed.
Naturally, it seemed unused. Because Sebastian didn’t sleep.
“Please, my lord, free yourself of your clothes. We shall continue on the bed.”
Ciel was close to cursing at Sebastian, using all the insults in the universe. He’d thought of just grinding against his butler’s body until he’d finally felt release, but eventually, for once, he’d followed Sebastian’s orders. With shaking legs and an aching body, he climbed off and quickly freed himself of the undergarments before lowering his body on the edge of the bed.
He watched Sebastian closely as he got up and approached him. Ciel was anxious as to what came next. He could only trust Sebastian and hope for the best, as he always did.
“Lay down. On your back.” Sebastian smiled. “My lord.”
Ciel did as Sebastian asked and chose a comfortable spot on the pillow.
Sebastian kneeled beside the bed and reached for Ciel’s waist, pulling him back towards the bed, his bottom now uncomfortably laying on the hard wood of the edge. It took a few seconds before Sebastian had placed Ciel to his liking and the earl enjoyed every moment, he felt like a doll, with the ease in which Sebastian handled him.
“Are you alright?”
For a second, Ciel snapped out of his bliss and glared at Sebastian. “Just hurry up, I want to go back to sleep.”
Sebastian laughed, but didn’t counter his master’s words. Ciel assumed he knew better than that, but he didn’t have much time to think about that as the next second, Sebastian’s tongue was poking his entrance.
He immediately felt the wetness and warmth as well as the tingle on his skin. There was a lot of spit, Ciel was sure a normal human couldn’t produce as much in such a short amount of time. Sebastian retreated and reached for Ciel’s legs, positioning them so the earl’s feet rested on the wooden bed frame. He mumbled something that Ciel perceived as ‘much better’.
Without a warning, Sebastian bit into the tender skin of Ciel’s inner thigh and the young master moaned, his hands quickly finding the bedsheets and holding onto them for dear life. The pain that the bite inflicted shouldn’t have felt as good as it did and Ciel was sure he could see the heavens just from where he’d laid, with Sebastian’s teeth dug into his skin.
Sebastian withdrew and led his fingers to Ciel’s entrance. Before going further, he looked at his master whose face was flushed red, eyes closed and lips parted, then towards his leaking length. With a grin, Sebastian inserted his finger and closed his eyes as his master began to squirm and moan, cursing out his butler as if he wasn’t already promised hell.
Ciel was panting heavily, trying to suppress his moans as Sebastian began to move his finger.
Witchcraft , the earl thought, nothing but witchcraft could ever make me feel this good.
When Sebastian added another finger, Ciel was sure he’d heard the angels sing - or maybe it was a choir of grim reapers, he didn’t care. If death made him feel this blissful, he wouldn’t mind dying right on the spot.
The earl didn’t last long, there was no time for either of them to reach for his cock before he climaxed with a scream that was sure to wake up the entire manor. His stomach and chest were soon covered in come, and when Sebastian just kept going, didn’t stop, Ciel began to squirm, a charade of deadly curses slipping from his mouth in between moans and pleas and cries for Sebastian to stop.
And when the butler finally withdrew, Ciel wanted nothing more than to have him come back and go on, make him feel this way again, over and over and over, until he was physically unable to take any more.
But when Sebastian did come back, it was to let his tongue meet the skin on Ciel’s stomach and chest. He’d licked him clean until there were no traces left of what had just happened.
And Ciel let him.
He watched as Sebastian licked him clean, the sour spit leaving tingles on his skin that Ciel was sure he’d still feel for days to come.
Next thing he knew, Sebastian picked up the shirt from the floor and held it out to his master. “It’s time for you to go back to sleep, my lord.”
Ciel sat up, took the shirt with shaking hands and threw it on, not bothering to close the buttons this time.
Now that he’d gotten what he came for, he felt the shame and embarrassment come over him, he could barely manage to look at his butler when he got up.
But Sebastian wasn’t to let him go easily. “What kind of butler would I be if I didn’t tuck my master back into his sheets?”
Ciel did not fight back when Sebastian picked him up and pressed him close to his chest. He allowed himself to let his head fall against his butler’s chest as he was carried back to his room.
Ciel was half asleep when he was finally lowered onto his mattress, He barely noticed Sebastian covering him with the blanket.
Too tired, too exhausted, he couldn’t even open his eyes when Sebastian’s lips touched his ear, although Ciel’s heart was racing in his chest. “Feel free to find me whenever you need help, my lord. Or just call my name, that will do.”
The earl could merely manage a hum in response before drifting asleep.
He’d had no choice but to come back again.
And again.
And again.
Because after what he’d felt tonight, what Sebastian had made him feel, the dreams were guaranteed to never stop.
And Ciel would make good use of it.
Of Sebastian.
His Sebastian.