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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:
      Frottage, Hand_Jobs, Exhibitionism, Power_Play, Power_Dynamics, Mating
      Cycles/In_Heat, Humiliation, Underage_-_Freeform
  Series:
      Part 2 of Hateship_Series
  Collections:
      Finished_Works
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-15 Words: 1669
****** Tarnished Dignity ******
by yugidementia
Summary
     Sequel to Unpolished Silver. Ciel has been caught watching Sebastian
     masturbate, how will it turn out?
Notes
     So this turned out different than expected. I think this might become
     a series the way it's going.
See the end of the work for more notes
“Did you enjoy the show, young master?” Sebastian said huskily. Ciel’s face
flushed as his demon smiled and licked his lips clean of his mess.
“I-I demand to know why this takes precedence over your duties!” He hoped his
voice was as commanding as it ever was, as if he wasn’t rattled at the moment.
Sebastian stood from the bed and purposefully slinked over to his crouched
master, kneeling down to speak to the boy directly. Ciel looked away, tracing
the patterns of the carpet with his eyes instead of tracing the lines of
Sebastian’s exposed torso.
“If you must know, young master, I do this in your best interest,” he said
lowly, tipping the boy’s chin up, looking into his eyes.
Ciel cocked an eyebrow of confusion and tried to avoid the smoldering red orbs.
“How is that, dog?”
Sebastian chuckled at the way his contractor always tried to appear more adult
in any situation- covering his embarrassment and bewilderment with venom. He
also chuckled in anticipation of the boy’s discomfort at the answer he’d asked
for. It was delicious to see his prey pretend he was the predator and then
embed himself deeper in the trap he’s been caught in.
“You see, my state is one I cannot control. Demons have a mating cycle, one I’m
in the midst of-” Ciel’s eyes widened and then looked anywhere but in front of
him. “-and I must alleviate myself on occasion to prevent a worse outcome.” He
was intentionally vague, wanting the earl to have to intentionally ask
questions with lecherous answers.
“Such as?”
“A particular instance would be this afternoon’s Latin lesson when you were
being defiant.” The boy looked again at his butler, newly established gaze to
indicate his acknowledgement and lack of shame for his behavior, that foolish
pride. “My frustration inclines me to remedy such behavior by less conventional
means.”
“Stop being so vague you damned demon. What are you trying to say?”
“I’d liked to have had you quieted by having you choking on my cock this
afternoon. Furthermore, if I didn’t control myself, I’d have ravished you a
hundred times by now,” he growled as he leaned just a little closer.
“Se-” Ciel was stunned into silence, a slight shiver ran down his spine.
“My little lord doesn’t seem so adverse to such suggestions,” the devil mused,
his fingers feeling the notches of Ciel’s spine through his night shirt. Ciel
sighed in surprise, leaning into Sebastian’s chest. Away from the touch or into
Sebastian’s arms, the demon was not sure, but he savored it.
“Won’t you help your poor devil?” Sebastian pleaded into the boy’s ear, teeth
ghosting along it. He had the boy straddled in his by now and he bucked his
hips to show how needy he’d become. The young Phantomhive buried his face into
the butler’s shoulder and one hand into his silken locks, trying to ride out
the shock of pleasure of Sebastian’s cock against his.
“Didn’t you just...?” Ciel mumbled into Sebastian’s shoulder. Sebastian
carefully shrugged off his opened dress shirt, the boy now prone against his
skin.
“While self-indulgence usually finds me relief for a day, the object of my
affections negates that truth,” he bucked up again, allowing his own moan to
join Ciel’s.
“Affections?” Sebastian wrapped the boy’s arms around his neck and coaxed his
head from his shoulder.
“Who do you think occupies such salacious thoughts, my lord?”
Ciel buried his head back into the naked shoulder, not ready to reply to such a
statement. He wasn’t sure if it was arousing, embarrassing, or disturbing. He
concluded that it was a mix of all three, but still refused to respond.
Sebastian’s hands slithered from the boy’s spine to his hips, firmly resting
there. Sebastian used his anchorage to begin tortuously rocking up into Ciel to
generate deliciously addictive friction. Ciel dug his nails into the base of
the demon’s neck, refusing to surrender to the pleasure and let the demon win
so easily. There were so many ways to give in but so few to resist, it was
quite unfair- Ciel’s instincts begged him to grind into that pressure or make
the demon go faster or to moan or do anything, just anything.
Sebastian chuckled into the boy’s ear as the nails drew blood from his neck. He
knew the boy would hold out like this, refuse to admit defeat readily.
Sebastian knew better, the pulsing of the contract mark becoming more steady
and intense than when the boy had been watching him. He knew the boy was
screaming for more touch, faster, harder. He’d give the boy exactly what he
wanted and watch him lose control.
Sebastian’s calculated movements had been pushing the boy’s night shirt up, now
bunched at his hips, leaving his erection bare. Ciel was startled by the change
in sensations, the feeling of cool air and rougher cotton than his shirt. He
allowed himself to glance between them to confirm his suspicions, pulling in a
breath at the sight of only Sebastian’s trousers separating them. He couldn’t
take his eyes off of where they met once he noticed the hard outline of
Sebastian straining against those trousers.
Sebastian leaned his head forward to also appreciate the view, their foreheads
meeting and breaths overlapping. “My my, the young master is dripping all over
me,” Sebastian breathed, his thrusts becoming a quicker pace, pushing up harder
each time. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to push the boy further or was
losing his own restraint, nor did he care.
They were rutting against each other like desperate animals now, sweat slicking
their brows and bangs plastered to their foreheads. Ciel was indeed dripping
all over Sebastian’s lap, though the demon himself was also leaking in earnest,
smearing along the head and the inside of his slacks. It was intoxicating and
maddening that this small creature could bring him to such a state, to almost
make him human in his want.
Ciel was panting practically into Sebastian’s mouth, his fingers digging into
the devil’s back for dear life as best as he could despite the sweat. He had
his eyes clenched, unable to watch himself shamelessly grind on Sebastian’s own
arousal any longer. He was fighting to keep his composure, having given in but
tenacious not to spend before Sebastian. It was the only control he had over
the situation, he was too far gone in sensation to do much else.
“S-Sebastian what did you do to me?” the boy groaned as his hips ground down to
meet a thrust.
“Young master I have done nothing to you. In fact, I might ask you the very
same question,” he spoke through gritted teeth, his claws emerging as he
gripped the boy’s hips harder. The boy cried out as the claws punctured the
sensitive skin.
“Bastard!”
“Shall I make it up to you with pleasure of equal intensity?” Sebastian
growled, a shadow of the sly suggestion that he’d intended.
Ciel’s eyes opened and clouded with confusion as he tried to read the demon’s
expression. The claws retracted from his new wounds and the hands on his hips
disappeared. Ciel whined as Sebastian stopped grinding into him, more concerned
about his pleasure than his dignity. Ciel watched Sebastian dip his gaze and
followed it, watching the demon wrap the marked hand around Ciel’s cock.
“Ah-Sebastian!” he cried as Sebastian started stroking him at a moderate pace,
nothing compared to the intense grinding, but the direct contact made up for
it. He could feel the heat of his own need radiate from the hand, knowing that
Sebastian was driven by both their lust now. It was almost too much for him to
fathom.
“That’s right, call out for me,” the butler whispered heated breath into the
boy’s lust slackened mouth. Ciel heard the unspoken part of that statement,
“Call out for me,and only me.” The possessiveness of his devil sent him
reeling, knowing he was so desired by this ancient, powerful creature was akin
to drunkenness.
Sebastian’s other hand palmed at his own need, rubbing in time with the strokes
he administered to his contractor. He heard the boy’s pants become heavier and
closer together, so close to the edge. He stopped palming himself and instead
began undoing his buttons on his pants, the boy’s attention caught.
“Wha-?”
“Don’t you agree it’d be better skin on skin?” the demon hissed.
The boy imagined the cock he had seen not an hour ago leaking desperately
pressed against his, feeling Sebastian’s thrumming pulse and heat against his
own. He imagined the demon wrapping that large hand around both their cocks and
stroking them to finish at the same time, both covered in-
“Sebastian! Ahh!” he shouted as he bucked into that hand and spent, coating
Sebastian’s almost-open trousers and the devil’s fingers. Ciel threw his head
back to breath, sucking in cool air and trying to regain his composure. He let
his arms slip from the butler’s neck and rest at his sides, aching from holding
so tight.
“I knew you were close, but I dare say that was sooner than I expected,”
Sebastian chuckled.
“Sh-shut up,” Ciel said between lung-fulls of air.
“To let yourself be had in a servant’s hallway, not even in my quarters...how
slatternly,” he laughed again, smugness in his voice.
Ciel felt the rage build inside him, he thought his devil had clearly done
something to him- tricked him or lured him into this only to mock him
afterward. It was a ruse to play with his food, to try and see if he could
tarnish the boy’s dignity permanently.
The boy stood abruptly and straightened his night shirt before setting his gaze
on his amused servant. “We’ll see if you’re so amused after this: I forbid you
to engage in any type of sexual acts, especially self indulgent ones. I will
not be toyed with or mocked, devil,” he spoke resolutely, turning heel and
leaving a stunned Sebastian.
End Notes
     The series will continue, stay tuned.
     In the meantime you can check out my kuro blog here -
     http://collapsardemon.tumblr.com/
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