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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, F/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive, Mey-Rin/Sebastian_Michaelis
  Character:
      Sebastian_Michaelis, Ciel_Phantomhive
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-01 Words: 4760
****** Devil's Lust ******
by incaseyoufic
Summary
     Sebastian is suffering from a certain physical issue, and is ordered
     by his master to fix it however possible. One-shot PWP.
Notes
     I do not own any characters associated with Black Butler/
     Kuroshitsuji.
     Enjoy~
Sebastian sighed and leaned his head back against the rails of his bed. He
trembled and suppressed another moan. Lust, pure and powerful and pulled
straight from the depths of Hell, had struck him. He breathed harshly through
his nose. It would be undignified of him as the Phantomhive butler to engage
himself in relief.
But oh, he was getting desperate. He had denied himself now for as long as he
could. It was humiliating, the way this human body of his had succumbed to such
sensations. It had never happened before, and Sebastian was none the wiser to
the trigger for it.
Just as Sebastian was about to unbutton his trousers, Ciel summoned him.
Sebastian’s eyes flashed red and he growled in frustration. Sometimes his Young
Master was annoyingly demanding.
Sebastian made his way to his Master’s office. He hoped Ciel would not notice
that his control was about to slip. Lust was catalyzing his darker Devil nature
to the surface.
Plastering his customary smile to his face, Sebastian entered the office.
“Yes my Lord?”
Ciel looked up from his paperwork. He rose an eyebrow at Sebastian’s
appearance. To any other eye, the butler would appear to be normal. To Ciel’s
trained eye, his butler appeared stressed.
“What’s the matter with you?”
Sebastian smirked. “As sharp as usual, Young Master.”
Ciel flicked his hand dismissively. “Ignore my question if you want, I don’t
care. Meirin needs to be checked on. She is in the third corridor in the West
Wing,” he said.
Ciel’s order fell on distracted attention. Sebastian could not look away from
the pulse at his Young Master’s neck. He resisted the urge to lick his lips.
Realizing he had not retained what his Master had just said, embarrassingly he
asked for a repeat.
“My Lord?”
Ciel glared again, wondering what Sebastian’s problem was. Usually he followed
orders without any questions. Something was obviously distracting him, he
thought. “I do not trust her clumsiness with the cleaning of the trophy room.”
Sebastian nodded and took a step towards the door, eager to exit the suddenly
stifling room.
“Sebastian,” Ciel said after a moment.
Sebastian paused, his hand on the door handle.
“Fix whatever the hell your problem is. Dogs shouldn’t be distracted from their
duties,”
A smile worthy of a Devil graced Sebastian’s face. “Yes my Lord,” he said.
As per his Young Master’s orders, Sebastian made his way to the West Wing’s
third corridor. He knew where the young maid was even before he saw her. The
loud crash of metal on carpeted floor was evidence enough.
“Oh, oh no!! Not again!”
A torrent of shiny metal trophies cascaded from the tall shelves, carrying
Meirin along for the tumble.
Sebastian was at her side in a flash, wearing an amused smile, and for a moment
he almost forgot about his own problems.
One last trophy fell down from the shelf and Meirin gasped and winced,
expecting it to fall on her head. Sebastian intercepted it.
“Mr Sebastian!” Meirin exclaimed, only now noticing the butler’s presence. “Th-
thank you! I, I don’t know what happened, they all just - ”
Sebastian knelt down and began removing trophies from the pile around Meirin.
“It is alright,” he said, interrupting her stuttering. It seemed his Young
Master’s order had been well placed.
Meirin shut her mouth, blushing. She adjusted her glasses, which surprisingly
remained undamaged. With Sebastian’s help they quickly placed all of the
trophies back to their shelves.
Meirin gasped suddenly and drew back her hand, cradling it to her bosom. “Oh!”
“What is wrong?” He leaned down close to Meirin, whose face flamed in a blush.
The maid revealed her hand, which was bleeding. “It must’ve got cut in the
fall,” she said, her voice trembling.
Sebastian inhaled sharply through his nose. His eyes flashed red. The lust he
had managed to control so far in the maid’s presence shot back full force. The
smell of the red blood pulsating from her pale skin flooded his nose, making
his mouth fill with saliva.
Did his Master not ask him to solve his problem? And, as far as Sebastian could
tell, the maid had always harboured her own lust for him.
Sebastian leaned in close and gently grasped Meirin’s bleeding hand. “It looks
painful,” he murmured.
Meirin’s eyes widened. Sebastian was acting extremely uncharacteristically! She
gasped when the butler made eye contact with her. His eyes were glowing red,
pupils turned to small black slits. And he was touching her!
“M-Mr Sebastian,” she said, her voice held in a gasp. “Your eyes…”
Sebastian smirked. This human amused him. The blood pooling in her cheeks
enticed him.
“Let me see your eyes,” he said, his voice taking on a rare husky tonality. He
slowly removed the glasses from Meirin’s face, revealing the maid’s beautiful
eyes. Sebastian recalled the evening he met the former sniper. That this small
human girl could kill with such dead accuracy had lured him to hire her into
the Phantomhive family. For the moment, the recollection it turned him on.
Luckily for them, this area of the mansion was relatively secluded. Bard was
busy in the kitchen and Finnian was outside, ensuring the privacy Sebastian
needed to relieve himself of the unwanted lust ravaging his body.
Meirin was mesmerized. Sebastian’s strangely red eyes seemed to pierce into her
very being. She had never seen such beautiful eyes. They were definitely not
human, she realized. The time for thinking was over – the lust beaming through
Sebastian’s eyes was contagious. The promise in Sebastian’s eyes reflected so
many of Meirin’s nocturnal fantasies. She was already wetter than she had ever
been.
“T-take me,” Meirin gasped, arching her bosom into Sebastian’s hand.
Sebastian chuckled darkly at Meirin’s perversion. “Oh I intend to do more than
that,”
Meirin didn’t know what had come over Sebastian, but she was glad it had.
Sebastian bent down and licked all of the blood from Meirin’s hand.
“Delicious,” Sebastian murmured.
In the blink of Meirin’s fluttering eyelids, Sebastian had her slammed up
against the wall. He pushed the heavy layers of her skirts up to her thighs.
She gasped and let her legs fall open.
“Yes, oh Mr Sebastian, yes,” Meirin moaned. Was this actually happening? The
feel of Sebastian’s white gloves against her thighs made her moan in pleasure.
It was all much too good to be true.
A woman’s legs were the most sexually enticing part of the body, and Meirin had
beautiful legs. He ran his hands farther up her inner thighs, bunching her
skirts thickly around her middle. He wanted to see her blood running down the
pale skin.
Sebastian leaned in against Meirin and pressed nose into her neck, inhaling
deeply. He licked and bit her neck, smirking as she moaned and writhed against
him. She hugged his body close to her. The smell of her desire for him ached in
his nostrils, sending him over the edge. His hands made quick work of untying
and lowering his pants.
Without warning Sebastian thrust into the maid in his arms, completely burying
his hard cock within her wet heat. He swallowed her scream of pleasure in a
vicious kiss. He seldom kissed humans, though at this point he was past caring.
Breaking the kiss, Meirin’s head fell back against the wall, her eyes closed
and mouth open in pleasure. Her hands restlessly moved against Sebastian’s back
and neck as he drove his lust in and out of her.
Sebastian knew it would never be enough. He would not be satisfied so easily.
The girl’s erratic breathing, warmer body temperature and flushed cheeks
signalled her impending climax. His own sense of satisfaction was teasingly out
of reach, denying him the ability to complete his Young Master’s request.
The sudden mental image of his Young Master sprawled on his bed, openly wanton
and begging for his attentions pulled that satisfaction into the realm of
possibility for Sebastian. He groaned and thrust into Meirin harder, faster.
“Mr – Mr Sebastian! Ah!”
Meirin’s lower back and head were going to be bruised, but she didn’t care. All
she knew was the raw pleasure of the butler inside of her. Hot pleasure coiled
in her stomach, throbbing around Sebastian’s cock. Her thighs quivered in their
grip around Sebastian. She cried out as he thrust into her with particular
force.
“I’m – I’m almost! Oh, Oh!” She announced her orgasm with a loud, high pitched
cry of pleasure. She had known her orgasm would be fast – she had been so wet
and aroused before he’d even began.
Sebastian groaned into Meirin’s sweaty neck. She grew impossibly hot around him
as she climaxed. He was sucked in to her folds deeper, squeezed into her
throbbing sex. The demon had not for a while experience something so raw.
Humans were certainly passionate beings.
Meirin moaned breathlessly as Sebastian licked salty sweat from her neck. Her
breaths came in gasps. Weak with rare post coital pleasure, her arms fell from
Sebastian’s shoulders and her thighs quivered. She gasped as she met
Sebastian’s eyes. The demonic glowing red was even more pronounced than before.
She dared not question the predatory gleam in his eyes.
Both groaned as Sebastian slowly removed himself from her body. Achingly, he
realized that he had been unable to fulfill Ciel’s last order. He was still
fully erect, and no less lustful.
“I am sorry Meirin, for defiling you,” Sebastian said, his voice simmering in a
growl. Of course he only offered these words for her sake. He was not sorry at
all.
Meirin flushed and shook her head. She had wanted every bit of Sebastian’s
attentions. She let her legs fall from Sebastian’s sides and lowered herself
down to the ground, still catching her breath. Her eyes fell to Sebastian’s
obvious erection, slick and covered in her fluids.
“You didn’t…”
“I did not finish, no. Though that is no fault of yours. You were magnificent,”
he said, leaning in close to Meirin.
She bit her lip. “I-I can take care of it for you,” she whispered. She leaned
in towards his erection, fully intending pay him back for his services. She
felt bad after all that he had not reached orgasm. She opened her mouth to kiss
the head, not minding that he was covered in her own fluids.
In a flash, Sebastian had fixed his pants, preventing Meirin from proceeding.
“That is quite alright. Such acts are not appropriate for a young lady,” he
said, smiling at her.
“But-”
His face grew very serious and he leaned in close. “I would very much
appreciate it if you were not to mention what has transpired here to the other
servants. Understandably, it would risk both of our positions in this family.”
Stuttering, Meirin nodded. “Y-yes, of course!” Her time with the butler was
only to be retold in the privacy of her dreams. Anyways, she thought, Bard and
Finny would never believe her if she chose to tell them.
After Sebastian left, Meirin sat against the wall for some time, wondering what
the hell had just happened and if it all had been real. She pinched her
quivering leg and winced. No, she was not in a dream. Meirin then wondered if
she would ever be able to withstand being in the same room as the butler ever
again without dying of embarrassment, or jumping the man in a fit of lust.
Sebastian winced. He had never known that walking with a full erection would be
so damned uncomfortable. His session with Meirin had not helped. In fact, the
sex had only made matters worse. The demon only craved more. He needed to feel
flesh on his flesh, to see cheeks flushed with blood, to elicit sounds of
unrestrained pleasure. He needed to see his cold, unflinching Young Master
unravel with the passion so famous to human beings. That, Sebastian thought,
would surely bring him the true satisfaction he so desperately craved.
Without hesitation, Sebastian made his way back to Ciel’s office. He hoped his
master would not be too disappointed that he had failed in fixing his problem.
Without knocking, Sebastian entered the office.
Ciel looked up from his desk and his eyes immediately went to the quite obvious
bulge in Sebastian’s trousers. His face turned beet red. Sebastian resisted the
urge to smirk.
Ciel cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly and tried to focus on his butler’s
face. “Er, d-did you find Meirin?”
Sebastian bowed slightly. “Yes My Lord. You were quite correct in sending me to
assist her. Had I not been there in time, the trophy room would be in a serious
state of disorder.”
“Right,” Ciel mumbled. Sebastian’s groin was like a magnet for his eyes. What
the hell?!
“Did you fix whatever the hell was wrong with you?” Ciel knew with an odd
feeling that Sebastian’s current physical state was answer enough.
Sebastian’s smirk grew wider. “I am sorry to say Young Master that I did not.
Though I did give it my best shot,” he answered. He was feeling very amused at
Ciel’s apparent growing distress and discomfort. His master really was so
adorable sometimes.
Ciel glared. “And did I not give you the order to do so?”
Sebastian put a finger to his chin and cocked his head thoughtfully. “As I
recall, Young Master, you specifically said to ‘fix whatever the hell my
problem is’ and that ‘dogs shouldn't be distracted from their duties’. Nowhere
in that demand was the word ‘order’. Now, if you were to explicitly give me an
order…” Sebastian trailed off, hoping his master would catch the bait.
“Tch,” Ciel said, irritated. He’s such a smart ass. If order him to deal with
thisnow… surely somethingbadwill happen. But if he’s left like this, he’ll be
useless.
Sebastian waited in apparent patience for his master to come to a decision. His
self control was slipping down a slope of unhinged lust.
Ciel lifted his chin with resolution. “Sebastian, I order you to completely fix
your current state of distress right now so that you may regain your competency
as my butler,”
Sebastian’s smirk grew impossibly wide. Ciel barely had time to blink before
the demon was behind his desk chair. Ciel turned a wide-eyed stare to
Sebastian, who merely chuckled darkly in response.
“Wh-what are you going to do?” the boy asked, anticipation rising off his tone.
“What kind of a butler would I be, if I did not follow Young Master’s orders?”
Sebastian replied, avoiding a specific answer. After all, he did not wish for
the order to be retracted just yet.
Another quick movement placed Sebastian between Ciel’s chair and the back of
his desk, so that Ciel’s thin legs were on either side of him. Sebastian leaned
over Ciel and placed one gloved hand upon one soft cheek. Red bloomed beneath
the white of his glove. He slipped two fingers beneath Ciel’s eye patch and in
a slow caress, pushed the silk garment up through the boy’s silky hair and off
his head. It fell delicately to the floor beside them.
Ciel hardly dared to breathe. The demon had never touched him like this before.
Nobody had ever touched him like this, not as far as he could remember. The
hand on his cheek, the fingers moving so delicately through is hair, felt both
pleasurable and dangerous at the same time. It rose goose bumps upon his skin.
Sebastian smirked as the glowing purple seal of the contract was revealed,
still glowing in the aftermath of Ciel’s order.
“Tell me Young Master,” Sebastian whispered, “do you have any idea what the
nature of my condition means?” He leaned in a bit closer to Ciel, bowing his
back.
Ciel’s answer took a second to form in his mind, so transfixed was he by the
demon’s hypnotizing red eyes. “I’ve seen what men do to women when in this
state…”
Sebastian’s eyes flashed in sudden anger. “What you’ve seen, my Lord, is the
vulgar passions of human men drunken with lust, mad with purely physical
commands,” he said. “Even a demon such as myself can be made sick from how
women were treated at the hands of human men. A demon, however, drunken with
lust, as I am now, has full capacity of his reason.”
Ciel wondered for a second if there was sincerity in Sebastian’s confession of
a moral conscious. He blushed and broke the intense stare with the demon. “I am
no woman,” he stated.
Sebastian chuckled and leaned another inch closer. “Ah, but your order has
negated that truth, has it not?”
Growing impatient with discussion, the demon buried his face in Ciel’s neck and
inhaled the boy’s sweet scent. He relieved his back by falling to his knees at
Ciel’s feet. The scent of his contractor catalyzed the lust within him and sent
his body in shivers.
Ciel turned his head to the side, allowing Sebastian greater access to his
neck. He clenched his hands into fists and tried to keep his breathing steady.
He wasn’t sure yet how to feel about the demon’s advances. Never before had an
order manifested so intimately for him. He had never actually ordered Sebastian
to remedy his situation with Ciel himself, but for some reason, he couldn’t
bring himself to banish the demon’s advances. A sudden realization dawned then
on Ciel.
“When you checked on Meirin…”
Sebastian rose from Ciel’s neck with a smirk on his face. “Yes?”
“Did you have sex with her?”
Sebastian’s eyes widened at the bluntness of his innocent Master’s question. He
could not recall Ciel ever using that word before. “Yes,” he replied honestly.
Is he jealous?
Quite far from feeling jealously, Ciel felt in his gut the stirrings of arousal
as his mind supplied him with thoughts and images of Sebastian doing… that with
the maid. No doubt the butler had executed that task like every other:
perfectly.
Sebastian immediately picked up on the minute shift in Ciel’s scent; anxiety
had changed to mild arousal. It was enough permission for the demon to let fall
his straining control.
Without warning Sebastian leaned in to steal Ciel’s first kiss. Kissing was an
act that humans recognized as affectionate, and as his butler, Sebastian deemed
it necessary to make Ciel comfortable, at least for a few moments, before he
completely ravaged him.
Ciel broke away, blushing and stuttering. “B-bastard! That wasn’t for you!”
Sebastian chuckled. “Your first kiss, my Lord? Should it have gone to Miss
Elizabeth instead?”
Ciel glared and looked away, embarrassed. “Shut up,” he snapped.
“I could not agree more, my Lord. Enough with talking,” the butler said, his
voice taking on a husky quality that only made Ciel want to squirm in his seat.
Sebastian was growing impatient himself to be rid of his current state of
unbearable and undignified lust. His erection throbbed with need. The brief
kiss with his contractor had already proved to the demon that his close bond
with Ciel was the missing ingredient – the element lacking from his tryst with
Meirin, the element so necessary for his complete satisfaction.
Sebastian captured Ciel’s lips again, cutting off whatever the boy had been
about to say. His hands dropped to loosely grip Ciel’s thin ankles. Without
breaking the kiss, he began undoing the buckles on Ciel’s shoes. Ciel’s lips
remained shut, whether by stubborn choice or lack of experience, Sebastian did
not know or care. He forced the boy’s mouth open with his tongue, feeling the
vibrations of Ciel’s moan against the muscle.
“Yes, that’s it Young Master,” the demon whispered against the boy’s mouth.
“Moan for me.”
The hot kiss resumed before Ciel could comment. Sebastian grew quickly addicted
to the taste of his Master’s mouth and used his tongue to experience every inch
of it. He removed the boy’s shoes and then slid his hands sensually up Ciel’s
thin calves, the same calves he had dressed every morning he could now touch in
this way so undignified for a servant.
Ciel was lost in the sensations of Sebastian’s kiss. It was the most
pleasurable act he had experienced in his short life. Hot flushes of arousal
seemed to flow directly from the man’s tongue down to his groin. Granted, the
young Earl had no prior experience being physically intimate with another
person before Sebastian, but he was not naive. He was also not a stranger to
indulging oneself in the privacy of their own bedroom. Turning fifteen had
brought to Ciel new and demanding urges, some of which had not been ignored.
Ciel shivered as Sebastian broke the kiss to lick his neck. Perhaps indulging
in those urges with someone so experienced and absolutely perfect as his demon
servant was nothing but fortuitous. He would just have to remember to order
said servant to never speak of said indulgence to anyone. Ever.
To Sebastian’s immense delight, Ciel let his legs fall open, physically
announcing his submission to the demon. Sebastian chuckled at the feeling of
déjà vu – just moments ago Meirin had let her legs fall open for him in the
same fashion. He wondered if his master was as innocent as he’d thought.
Sebastian would make damned sure Ciel lost his innocence within the hour.
In a quick series of movements and without breaking their intense kiss,
Sebastian had picked up Ciel, sat down in his master’s chair, and placed Ciel
in his lap. The boy broke from the kiss to gasp, the feeling of Sebastian’s
hard erection beneath him, nudging his ass, sending a hot bolt of pleasure
spiking through him. He felt his own cock twitch in his pants. Sebastian felt
so huge beneath him, and the younger boy felt a flicker of fearful
anticipation. But then he recalled that, moments before, Sebastian had been
pounding into Meirin, and Ciel was comparable in size to the maid, so if she
could take it, so could he.
Feeling a bit more confident, Ciel embraced his rapidly flaring arousal and
threaded his fingers roughly through his butler’s hair, resuming their heated
kiss. Sebastian’s large hands encased Ciel’s waist and forced down Ciel’s hips,
making them both groan as the demon’s erection rubbed against the boy’s bucking
groin. Ciel broke away from the kiss again and, with trembling fingers,
unbuttoned his butler’s coat. Taking the hint, the demon shrugged out of his
upper layers, leaving his bare chest exposed to his young master’s exploring
gaze. Sebastian smirked when Ciel licked his lips, clearly liking what he saw.
Those blue eyes fluttered close when the demon gripped hard at Ciel’s hips and
bucked into them, thrusting his clothed erection repeatedly into what he felt
was the boy’s ass. The demon could already anticipate that this sexual
encounter would be far more satisfying than his recent indulgence with the
female staff member.
Sebastian growled and, eyes flashing red with lust, ripped away at the
remainder of Ciel’s clothing, in no time leaving the breathless boy flushed and
naked on his lap. Oh hell he wanted this creature, this arrogant human in his
clutches. The lust Sebastian had suffered from earlier was nothing like the
intensity of his desire now, desire to rip his master apart with a ruthless
ferocity. He could not cause his master pain though; he would need to maintain
some ounce of control, just as he had with Meirin. Ciel’s body was more
fragile.
A low growl rumbled low in the demon’s throat as he scraping his nails down
Ciel’s naked back, making the boy shiver and moan. Sebastian dipped his head
down to sniff and lick at Ciel’s pale neck, making his way slowly up to nip at
a sensitive ear lobe. “I’m going to fuck you, master,” he whispered into the
boy’s ear. He felt his master’s throat muscles work as he swallowed past a dry
throat, felt small hands grip tightly at his exposed chest.
“D-do it then,” Ciel stuttered, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt.
“Yes, my lord,” Sebastian growled into Ciel’s ear. His hot tongue darted into
the boy’s ear, making him gasp and squirm, rubbing against the demon.
With quick movements of his hands Sebastian opened his trousers, freeing his
persistent erection. He was suddenly aware of the fact that, while the female
had been practically dripping with natural lubricant, Ciel’s entrance was only
moist with sweat. As Sebastian did not want to cause irreparable damage to his
young master, he would need to sacrifice precious control to adequately prepare
him. Sebastian spit onto two of his fingers, knowing that saliva was definitely
not an appropriate source of lubrication, but damnit, it would have to be
enough for now. Ciel squirmed as the demon eased two fingers into his tight
hole, stretching the hot cavern beyond anything it had felt before.
Ciel winced at the discomfort, eager for some kind of change, some pleasure
from the searching fingers. He trusted that his servant would not harm him, but
also knew that losing one’s virginity was not supposed to be completely
pleasurable, at least not at first. He willed his body to relax as Sebastian
opened him, knowing that much worse was coming. He leaned into Sebastian’s
chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the naked flesh. He grunted and whined
as a third finger joined the two in his ass, wondering how long this
preparation would last, or how much he could take.
“Sebastian,” Ciel moaned, distantly mortified at how wanton he sounded to his
own ears. “Do it now.”
The demon groaned in appreciation at the permission and lifted Ciel up to align
his opened entrance with his aching cock. Slowly, both of them panting, Ciel
eased himself down onto Sebastian’s hot organ. The demon growled and leaned
forward, biting and licking the boy’s sweaty neck, thrusting up into Ciel,
burying himself farther than he’d assumed was possible, and yes this was far
better than it had been with the maid. He panted and growled, losing himself in
the incredible pleasure, sucking at Ciel’s neck, hands squeezing into the boy’s
sides as he fucked him from below. The chair creaked and twitched with each
thrust, groaning against the floor and surely leaving scrapes.
Ciel’s gasped moans had turned from pained to erotic, music to Sebastian’s
ears, the pain of each thrust changing into hot, incredible pleasure. Each
slide of the hot, large organ inside of Ciel sent a delicious wave of pleasure
through his body. His fingers dug into Sebastian’s scalp, moaning as the
demon’s tongue ravished his sensitive neck. His own cock bounced in his lap
with each hard thrust.
“Harder, come on,” Ciel panted. “God, fuck me harder!”
“I will not last,” Sebastian breathed through clenched teeth. He did not think
it would bethis good, being so intimate with his contractor. It was almost too
intense, too good to be possible. Sebastian groaned aloud as he realized they
were changing their bond irrevocably, that he would most likely have a need to
regularly fuck his master, that it would become hopelessly addictive.
“I don’t care – just do it,” Ciel grunted, moving against him with reckless
abandon. Ciel grabbed at Sebastian’s sweaty face, engaging him in a forceful
kiss that was all tongues. With a loud groan, the boy broke away. “I – I think
I’m going to – aaah!” Ribbons of hot cum shot from Ciel’s cock, landing on both
their stomachs.
The feeling of his master’s seed against Sebastian’s naked skin sent him over
the edge. He cried out, his body stiffening as he exploded inside Ciel,
squeezing the boy’s hips with bruising strength. Ciel groaned at the sensation
of hot fluid filling him and he collapsed, breathing heavily, against the
demon’s sweaty chest.
They both sat there on the abused chair for a few minutes, sweaty and
entangled, regaining normal breathing. With a grunt, Sebastian lifted Ciel off
of him, making Ciel groan and grimace in discomfort.
“Disgusting,” the boy muttered, feeling Sebastian’s seed drip out of him.
The demon chuckled darkly, smirking at his master. “Incredible,” he corrected,
making Ciel blush.
“Are you fixed now, then?”
“Hm, I believe so. But I might suffer through another episode, so to speak,
later on in the day. Or every day hence forth.”
Ciel rolled his eyes, blushing even harder. Then he bit his lip and glared hard
at his butler. “You are not to go to anyone else for help with your problem.
Only me. Understand?”
Sebastian leaned in close to the red-faced Ciel, brushing their noses together.
“Yes, my Lord.”
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