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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Ciel_Phantomhive/Arthur_Wordsmith
  Character:
      Ciel_Phantomhive, Arthur_Wordsmith
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Gay_Sex, Anal_Sex, Ciel_is_a_dirty_boy, Arthur_is_nervous, Underage
      -_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-14 Words: 1622
****** Off the Record ******
by sexylibrarian12
Summary
     a.k.a. What Arthur Didn't Report.
     Inserted (hur hur hur) into chapter 40/41 when Arthur and Ciel are
     chained together overnight. I mean, let's be honest, no one would be
     surprised if they actually hooked up that night, right?
     (I'm a dirty bird.)
“Uhhn…” Arthur groaned as he turned over onto his left side. “I can’t sleep...”
He gazed at the boy sleeping beside him and mused on the fact that he may be
shackled to a killer. But he couldn’t really bring himself to believe that Ciel
was capable of such a thing…
“The same age as my younger brother, so innocent…” he murmured.
Arthur propped himself up on his elbow to gaze upon Ciel more clearly.
“But… you are not my brother…”
He traced a slow finger down the side of Ciel’s long, pale neck. The boy
stirred and turned toward him and Arthur snatched his hand away, a look of
horrified guilt plastered to his face. Ciel reached up and took Arthur’s hand
in his own, calming the man, and brought it to rest lightly against his
heartbeat.
“And despite my few years and small stature I am certainly no longer a child. I
assure you I know more of the world than I ought, but there is nothing to be
done about it now. One cannot regain innocence; even if such a thing were
possible I would not want to. In fact, I endeavor to indulge in recently
discovered… pastimes.
I’ve been entranced by your work, Professor, excited by it, and now to meet you
and discover that you are fine to look upon as well? I could barely contain
myself.” Ciel’s voice was low and husky and he gently stroked his free hand
down Arthur’s face as he spoke. Arthur trembled, unable to resist this
lascivious little creature next to him.
Ciel’s uncovered eye was half-lidded and he drew Arthur closer to him until
their lips just met. Arthur was hesitant, afraid, but Ciel was confident and he
suddenly surged up to crash their lips together.
Their shackled hands were still clutched together over Ciel’s narrow chest and
Arthur quickly gained assurance in the eagerness of the boy’s mouth. He slid
his tongue over Ciel’s sweet lips and was immediately granted access. The Earl
tasted of tea and chocolate and Arthur kissed him deeper and Ciel started to
whimper with longing.
He clutched at Arthur’s nightshirt and wrapped a leg around the back of
Arthur’s thighs, pulling him closer so their bodies pressed together. Arthur
grasped the hair at the back of Ciel’s head and tugged so the tender expanse of
his throat was exposed. He swiped his tongue over Ciel’s flesh, causing the boy
to shudder and gasp.
“Professor… will you make love to me?” Ciel pleaded breathlessly. Arthur could
barely speak - barely think - but he nodded slowly before he started to kiss
the tantalizing bit of collarbone peeking out from Ciel’s nightshirt.
The chain that connected them lay tightly over Ciel’s stomach and Arthur
apologized profusely when he realized it.
“Don’t worry, Professor, I don’t mind a little bondage.” Ciel purred as Arthur
shifted the chain behind his own back. The man blushed deeply at Ciel’s words
and he could feel himself getting hard because of this lustful little beast.
They were in the middle of the bed and it was a bit awkward with their
restraints, but neither cared at the moment. Lost in passion, they touched each
other with mouth and hands wherever they could reach.
Ciel managed to wriggle out of his drawers and tossed them aside. Arthur moved
his hand up underneath Ciel’s nightshirt, sliding slowly up Ciel’s soft thigh.
He leaned in closer to the little Earl, breaths mingling as their lips touched.
Arthur’s hand reached Ciel’s stiff arousal and he was abruptly overcome with
shyness - he buried his face in the boy’s neck.
“Have you ever been with a man before?” Ciel asked gently as he ran a hand
through Arthur’s hair. Arthur responded with a silent shake of his head, though
he still lightly stroked Ciel. “You’re doing very well so far, and I promise
you I’m no virgin - you don’t have to worry about hurting me. Here, let me
just…”
Ciel’s words trailed off as he reached toward the bedside table. It was a bit
of a struggle, but after a moment he extracted a small jar from the drawer.
Arthur looked at him quizzically.
“It’s massage oil.” Ciel explained.
“Did… did you plan this, my lord?”
“Well, I - I thought just in case…” Ciel’s cheeks burned and he refused to meet
Arthur’s gaze.
“Don’t be ashamed, Earl, I am quite flattered.” Arthur reassured him as he
kissed Ciel soundly.
“Professor…” Ciel whispered when they broke apart. Arthur plucked the jar from
the boy’s grasp, but hesitated.
“Um, what should I do with it?” His expression was so endearingly innocent Ciel
couldn’t help but smile.
“It’s to ease the way of your fingers…” Ciel took up Arthur’s unoccupied hand
and brushed his lips over the fingertips. “…and then your cock.” He punctuated
his last word with an unexpected squeeze to Arthur’s throbbing member, causing
the man to jump a little and cry out at the touch.
“I-I-I see…” he stammered nervously.
“Start with two fingers, to get me ready. I’ll tell you when you can do more.”
Ciel was the picture of self-possession and Arthur found it contagious.
Sitting up as best he could, Arthur opened the jar with slightly shaking
fingers. He dipped two digits into the oil that was infused with lavender and
sandalwood, then gingerly set the still open jar on the table. He knelt over
the little Earl, who had pulled his nightshirt up to his chest, and ran one
slick finger down Ciel’s perky little cock.
The deep, impatient moan that action pulled from the boy encouraged Arthur to
keep going and he slipped his fingers even lower, teasing at Ciel’s eager
entrance. They both let out a gasp, Arthur’s surprised, Ciel’s pleasured, when
both fingers slid in with little resistance. Arthur may not have ever been with
a man before, but he’d had a dalliance or two in his day and he took a cue from
those experiences. Slowly, he pulled his fingers back out almost all the way
before thrusting them back in again, harder this time.
This seemed to be the exact right thing to do if the short cry of excitement
that Ciel gave was any indication. Mettle growing exponentially, Arthur
continued his ministrations until Ciel was a writhing, whimpering mess on the
bed. The Earl’s small fists were bunched tightly into the sheets and he was
panting uncontrollably. Arthur stared in wonder at the wanton monster he’d
created.
“C-curl your fingers up a bit, Professor.” Ciel instructed and let out a harsh
cry when Arthur complied. “Yes! Yes, right there! Can you feel that spot?”
Arthur nodded and kept rubbing against the hard knot he found under his
fingertips.
“Oh! S-stop, stop!” Ciel cried and Arthur ceased his movements immediately.
“Have I hurt you, lord” he asked, stricken.
“No, just the opposite, Professor.” Ciel replied with a lust-drunk smile. “I
want you inside me when I cum.” The look on his face became positively feral
and as realization dawned on Arthur his own mouth twisted into a heretofore
uncharacteristic smirk.
“I see, my lord. Then shall we proceed?”
Ciel nodded, chest still heaving as he tried to reign in his urges. Arthur
needed no instruction here; he lifted his nightshirt and tucked it under his
shackled arm to keep it out of the way, then he dipped back into the oil. He
pulled himself out of his drawers and slicked his cock; the combination of the
perfume and their own arousal made a heady scent that Arthur was sure he’d miss
later.
Ciel lifted his knees and spread his thighs to give Arthur complete access to
his body. Arthur did not hesitate now, he simply lined himself up with Ciel’s
entrance and slowly started to push in.
“Yessss!” Ciel hissed quietly as the thick cock breached him. It stung a bit,
as it always did for Ciel, but the exquisite feeling of fullness far outweighed
any discomfort.
Arthur let out a heavy breath when he was finally fully sheathed inside the
tight, hot cavern.
“Oh, Professor, you feel so good! Please, please fuck me!” Ciel begged
shamelessly. The vulgar entreaty drove Arthur’s desires to a nearly frenzied
state and he began to thrust into the heavenly heat beneath him.
“Yes, yes! Oh, Professor, you are magnificent!” Ciel praised. “Please, harder!”
By now Arthur was violating his little charge with wild abandon and the
salacious little devil couldn’t have been more pleased.
“I- I’m going to cum!” Ciel shouted unceremoniously and Arthur drove faster,
deeper, chasing his own release.
Almost simultaneously the lovers tipped over the edge; Ciel over his own
stomach and chest with a silent cry as his cock twitched and his body shook,
and Arthur filled the Earl nearly to the brim as he spent deep inside him with
a guttural groan.
Arthur stilled, both parties panting heavily and unable to move for a few
moments. Finally, Arthur rolled off of Ciel and laid by his side.
“It seems as though we’ve made a frightful mess.” Arthur commented with humor
lacing his words.
“Indeed.” Ciel responded with an exhausted laugh. “Hand me my drawers.”
Arthur did so and Ciel cleaned himself up as best he could. He tossed the
soiled undergarment to the floor and they both readjusted their nightshirts
before awkwardly covering themselves with the blankets, trying not to get
tangled in the chain.
“Did I live up to your… fantasies, my lord?” Arthur asked as he wrapped his
arms around his sleepy companion.
“Exceeded them, I would say.” Ciel replied as he snuggled close to the warm
embrace and tucked his head under Arthur’s chin.
Arthur chuckled quietly and before long they were both sound asleep.
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