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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive
  Character:
      Sebastian_Michaelis, Ciel_Phantomhive
  Additional Tags:
      Hand_Jobs, Bathing/Washing
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-19 Words: 2302
****** Cheeky little thing ******
by Saddith
Summary
     Oh, what a most delicious sight, seeing you in this vulnerable state;
     my merciless little master, craving to be touched by the devil in
     human form.
Notes
     Ciel is taking a bath and the oh so wicked Sebastian is holding the
     washcloth.
”I have prepared a bath for you, young master.”
The young Earl of Phantomhive glanced up from the stacks of papers resting on
the rather large mahogany desk. “Good,” he murmured in a quite ill-mannered
tone, waving his hand dismissively at the black-clad butler. “I’ll be right
there. Just wait for me in the bathroom.”
“Yes, my lord.” Sebastian complied, bowing down low before exiting the room. As
the demon closed the wooden door behind him, he muttered over his impudent
little master being so ungrateful. Sebastian had spent the last two days
catering to his every desire, as well as entertaining his every wish and whim;
he had even let that darn reaper flaunt around him for an entire afternoon,
just to satisfy that cheeky child.
The young master had surely been in some kind of foul mood these past few days,
there was no doubting that. There must be a reason, mustn’t there? Sebastian
pondered over the variety of possibilities that could be the cause of the young
Earl’s distress. Might he be stressing over Lady Elizabeth’s scheduled visit
tomorrow? No, that couldn’t be it…
Sebastian’s train of thought was cut off, as his young master entered the
slightly steamy washroom. The young boy had an almost uneasy expression, and
the demon noticed how his hands were fidgeting nervously, as if something was
bothering him.
Raising one dark eyebrow, Sebastian asked, “Is everything alright, my lord?”
The boy let out a snort and walked over to his servant and sat down on the
small stool in front of him. “Yes, everything is fine, and even if it wasn’t it
would be none of your business.”
Oh, how cheeky indeed.
The demon’s eyes flared up for a brief moment, before he narrowed them
slightly. “Is that so?”
“Just get on with your duties and undress me already, you foul creature,” the
boy commanded in a fiery tone.
Sebastian let out a barely audible chuckle as he began undressing the young
boy, going about it slowly, simply to see if he could elicit another fit from
the Earl; two could play this game. To the demon’s surprise, the young boy
averted his gaze as he worked his long, lean fingers over the buttons and
ribbons of his attire. A scarlet tint was spreading across the boy’s cheeks,
and the butler smiled devilishly to himself.
Ah, the young master seems to be embarrassed. How very unlike you, my ruthless
little lord.
They had gone over this procedure a thousand times, and he had memorized every
inch of the boy by now; Ciel had never been ashamed to show off his naked form
before. The demon wondered if it might not be the fact that he was undressing
in front of his butler that made the boy disconcerted, perhaps it was the
demon’s deliberately slow movements that bothered him.
With that thought, Sebastian went even slower, as he slid the pressed, white
shirt down his master’s shoulders. With just a slight hint of a smirk, he
brushed his cotton-clad fingertips over the boy’s arms as he did so, reveling
in the shiver that shook the small body in front of him as a result.
He proceeded by removing Ciel’s heeled boots, before teasingly lingering on the
garters that held up his black stockings. He unhooked the first one with great
care, sliding both the garter and the stocking down while tickling the boy with
one gloved finger over the fair skin of his calf on the way down.
He repeated the action with the boy’s other leg, before roughly grabbing his
hips and pushing the boy from the stool. The petulant boy was now standing in
front of the kneeling demon, who kept his hands on the narrow hips a few
seconds too long.
Sebastian was sure his young master would have complained by now, but instead
his small little ears turned beautifully crimson as he continued avoiding the
older male’s gaze. The demon went to unbutton the boy’s shorts, and slid his
fingertips down the hem just slightly before he did so, causing the Earl’s
breath to hitch.
“S-sebastian, are you done playing your little game?” the boy spewed in a
slightly shaky voice. “The water will surely get cold soon if you keep
stalling.”
“Yes, my lord.” The demon smirked, quite satisfied with the reaction he’d
managed to coax from his master. He slid the shorts down over his thin, pale
legs, leaving the boy standing in nothing but his undergarments.
“I can take those off myself, pervert,” the boy muttered patronizingly, but
Sebastian was sure he heard just a tiny hint of amusement in the boy’s voice.
Ciel turned around, removing his eyepatch and stepping out of the last garment
as he headed towards the elliptic claw foot tub; his supple backside bare and
glowing in the dimly lit room as the candlelight created dancing shadows over
his small form. The demon kept his distance until the boy had positioned
himself against the porcelain, sighing in content as the water heated his fair
skin and tired limbs.
Sebastian discarded of his black tailcoat and white gloves, folding them neatly
before placing them on the counter. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt
and strolled over to the relaxed little boy, a small smile tugging at the
corners of the butler’s lips. He picked up a cotton washcloth before kneeling
beside the tub, soaking it thoroughly before lathering it up with lavender-
scented soap.
Sebastian’s mind wandered as he rubbed circles with the cloth over the boy’s
front, wicked ideas forming as his young master’s face turned a shade darker as
his hand crept lower. The proud little Earl seemed to be in a very troubled
state; could it be that he was finally being plagued by the sinful desires that
young boys his age normally succumbed to at some point? Might that be the
source of his young master’s malaise?
The demon let out an almost musical chuckle at the sound of the little lord’s
breath getting caught in his throat when the cloth reached his sensitive inner-
thighs. Surely, his young master would agree that a small penance would be in
order, to atone for his wretched behavior? Oh, he would have to,the butler
thought to himself as he let out a barely audible purring sound.
Sharp, dark fingernails lightly grazed the soft skin right next to the cloth,
causing another breath to come out hitched, and the boy finally met the demon’s
gaze, whose eyes were faintly glowing with daunting hellfire. The butler smiled
wickedly when the boy parted his lips just slightly and breathed out his name
as he clutched the sides of the ebony tub with shivering little hands.
“S—se—bastian…”
Oh, what a most delicious sight, seeing you in this vulnerable state; my
merciless little master, craving to be touched by the devil in human form.
The demon moved over to the other thigh as he leaned in close enough to brush
his cruel lips against the shell of the boy’s ear, scratching softly at the
sensitive flesh below his hipbone. “Are you sure nothing is troubling you, my
lord?” The butler made sure to let a hot puff of air follow his words. “You can
tell me, young master. I just might be able to help you…” he purred teasingly
into the boy’s ear.
Ciel gasped and released his grip on the cold porcelain, using his hands to
push at the butler’s chest. “W-what are you implying, demon?” the boy spat,
face flushed in exasperation. Sebastian could hear his little master’s
heartbeat flutter in his chest, like the wings of a small bird.
The demon chuckled softly and locked his gaze with the young boy, entrapping
him in the fiery depths of his glowing, hellish orbs. My, my, you testy little
thing.“Whatever are you accusing me of, young master? I am simply offering to
relieve you of any distress, as is befitting of the butler of the Phantomhive
household,” he smirked, moving the washcloth slowly over the boy’s lean waist.
“I am not in any distre… ah!” The boy let out a surprised moan as Sebastian’s
fingers brushed over one pert nipple as he worked the washcloth over his
scrawny chest.
“My sincerest apologies, my lord,” the demon said with mock-remorse. “You were
saying?”
“You… you bastard!” the boy wailed, pursing his lips disapprovingly as he
resumed his clutching of the tubs edges.
The demon smirked teasingly as he deliberately trailed his index-finger over
the other pink bud, before he started rubbing it softly.
“S—seba… ooh… sto—ah!” The boy's head fell back against the hard material as he
sunk down further in the water. His eyes fluttering shut as pleasure sent
vibrant shivers up and down his spine.
Sebastian’s mouth fell open just slightly, showing of just a hint of two sharp
canines; he pushed a wicked tongue out, wetting his lips as he watched his
little master’s composure fall apart one touch at a time.
The demon kept on tending to the hard little nub for a little while longer,
before he let his fingers trail down his soft abdomen to rest just above the
hardening ridge between the boy’s legs. He watched the boy’s chest heave as he
opened his mismatched eyes and gazed at his servant with slight confusion and a
fair amount of lust.
“You really don’t look well, my lord,” the demon continued teasing in a velvety
voice. “I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better.”
Ciel gritted his teeth and inhaled swiftly before shakily growling at his
butler. “Y-you know w-what to do, you damned, wretched, malevole-“The boy’s
ranting was cut off and with a sharp breath, his eyes went wide. Sebastian
trailed one very soft fingertip over the boy’s twitching length; purring
through his teeth as he watched the Earl become even more vexed by the second.
“Tell me.” he commanded as he continued to torment the frustrated child,
trailing his finger all the way to the tip, before going back down again. Ciel
bucked his hips involuntarily, seeking more of the devil’s skilled hand.
 Sebastian managed to follow the boy’s movement, not letting the boy get what
he wanted until he heard him utter the words.
Ciel’s knuckles were turning white from his firm hold, his eyes were squeezed
shut, a squealing noise got trapped behind pursed lips before he finally opened
his mouth and breathed, “Touch me.” It wasn’t quite the full answer Sebastian
had hoped for, but the demon decided it would suffice. With an evil smile
curving the sides of his lips, he wrapped his fingers around the small, stiff
shaft and rubbed a gentle circle over the tip with his thumb. The boy
whimpered, the sound as delicious as a ripe soul, causing a shiver of pure lust
to course through the demon’s kneeling, human form.
As he began moving his hand up and down under the now lukewarm water, stroking
the little Earl with experience behind his movements, the young boy let out a
long breathy moan. As Sebastian increased the speed, more lust-filled sounds
flew past those pink, parted lips and the demon growled low in his throat.
What magnificent sounds you’re making, little one.
Ciel began rolling his hips, thrusting into the demon’s squeezing hand creating
small ripples in the bathwater. “Aah… S-seba… mmm…”
The demon moved his other hand to rest the boy’s chin between two fingers, and
leaned in until he was mere inches from the boy’s face. “Open your eyes.”
As the boy complied, sweltering exhales mixed together as the demon held his
position, hot fingers still moving against the boy in a steady rhythm. Glowing
violet and royal blue met the very core of hell and all that is sin, as the
devil touching him in this lewd way never averted his gaze.
Sebastian’s momentum increased, as did the boy’s sweet sounds, soft whimpers,
choked squeals and throaty groans left those angelic lips, until the slow
thrusting became more and more frantic and his pleasured sounds were replaced
by ragged breaths. His young master began trembling under his touch, and the
demon growled as he pressed their foreheads together before dragging his tongue
over those pink, un-sullied lips.
Ciel’s eyes went wide and his breath began to hitch, his small hands moved to
clutch the demon’s shoulders; the Faustian seal marking his right eye glowing
ever brighter as he crept closer to completion. With a sharp cry, the boy
arched his back as hot spurts of white liquid dirtied the cold water as he
reached his climax.
His whole body shook with tremoring sensations of utter bliss, wave after wave
of glorious pleasure crashed through the boy, who slumped back against the
porcelain, almost going under the surface had Sebastian not caught him.
“Sebastian…” the boy breathed, flushed and spent in the demon’s embrace. His
long lashes fluttered as he blinked rapidly a few times before hoisting himself
up into a sitting position. “The water is soiled.”
“Yes, you’re quite right,” Sebastian agreed in a slightly amused tone. “And
cold, as well. I will have to change it.”
“Yes, you will,” the boy muttered, his expression quickly becoming stern as he
composed himself. “You must never mention this to anyone; do you hear me,
Sebastian? That is an order!”
Sebastian let out a soft chuckle, and nodded his understanding. The sight of
his stoic young master’s proud face being thoroughly flushed, the glossy shine
coating his large eyes, making them sparkle in the light from the candles, was
at the very least, a delightful one. He let his tongue trace over one canine
before complying with the order in the proper manner. “Yes, my lord.”
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