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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:
      Masturbation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Face-Fucking, Deepthroating,
      Power_Play, Power_Dynamics, Blow_Jobs, Underage_-_Freeform, Mating
      Cycles/In_Heat, Humiliation, most_are_Sebastian's_imagination, Come
      Eating, Facials, Come_Swallowing
  Series:
      Part 1 of Hateship_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-27 Words: 2267
****** Unpolished Silver ******
by yugidementia
Summary
     Ciel is displeased with Sebastian's work lately. Sebastian says he's
     been busy during the nights and Ciel wants to know what is so
     important. He gets more than he bargained for.
     //
     Sebastian's been trying to stifle the lust of his demon heat,
     thankfully he has a vivid imagination.
Notes
     I had this in my head and had to write it for two reasons:
     1) There's never enough Sebastian masturbating (and/or Ciel walking
     in on it)
     2) I think there needs to be more smut with their power dynamics in
     play because ugh yes
See the end of the work for more notes
Ciel inspected the fork that had been set out for his breakfast of biscuits and
sausage, his face souring. “Sebastian, I’m dissatisfied with the state of the
silver. It seems duller than usual and seems to have soap spots. What is the
meaning of this?”
“I typically polish the silverware after you’ve gone to bed, but I’ve had other
matters to attend to as of late,” he bowed apologetically and took the
imperfect fork, handing the boy a new one.
The earl glared at his butler, but pressed the issue no further; he knew he’d
only get evasive and omissive answers. He intended to investigate what was so
much more important to the demon than following the instructions he was given.
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Sebastian had laid himself above the covers on his bed, his coat and vest
neatly folded and placed on a chair with his shoes and socks on top. He’d just
finished bidding his master goodnight. He purposefully undid the buttons of his
shirt, untucking it and keeping it on but completely spread- he had no
intention of making more laundry for himself. He already had enough to do as
always, and now he knew he had to be more attentive to the silver despite his
time being cut short by these nightly indulgences.
He almost chuckled at the memory of the scolding he’d received this morning,
imagining the young earl knowing exactly what was taking precedence, knowing
he'd be embarrassed and at a loss for words. Sebastian couldn’t particularly
help himself, he was in the midst of heat. He never cared to keep track of how
often the cycle was, so it had snuck up on him.
His lithe fingers opened the single button on his slacks, then teasingly glided
across the skin where his pubic hair began down to where it peeked out over his
fly. He reveled in the deep sensitivity human bodies could experience as he
slid his pants low enough to unfetter his aching cock.
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Ciel had listlessly waited what seemed a reasonable amount of time before
getting out of bed to conduct his investigation. He reached under his bed for
his rarely used slippers and slid them on, both to warm his feet and quiet his
steps. He decided to first check the kitchen to see if his butler was polishing
as he should be and took slow, graceful steps down the stairs.
He silently advanced through the foyer and dining room, to the doors of the
kitchen. He gently turned the knob and opened it a sliver. All he made out was
darkness interrupted only by scant moonlight shining through a window.
Once he was confident the demon wasn’t there, he stepped into the room. He now
tried to find where the silver would be stored, cringing every time he shut a
cupboard too loudly. He finally found the glinting metal in a drawer next to
the pantry. He carefully selected a few random pieces from the set to inspect
them. Of the five pieces, the first three were as impeccably brilliant as
expected. The last two deeply disappointed him, mirroring the fork he’d held
this morning.
Irritated, he put each piece back in it’s place and shut the drawer. He was now
determined to find Sebastian and berate him for intentionally ignoring his
reminder, perhaps trying to play some kind of game with the boy since he did
love to get a rise out of his contractor.
Ciel heard something of Sebastian’s voice from the open doorway, toward the
stairs to the servants quarters. Ciel walked intently, knowing the butler was
in his room and made that his destination, the door clicking loudly behind him.
Ciel’s footsteps down the second set of stairs were less gentle than the last,
his irritation took away from his concentration on detail. He remembered
Sebastian’s room being at the furthest end of the hall, away from the other
three, his privilege as the head butler. Ciel approached it, only slowing when
he noticed it was cracked open about half way.
His steps slowed almost to a stop when he heard the butler’s voice again, but
not saying words but making some noise reminiscent of an animal. Ciel was a few
feet away, his curiosity piqued so much so he’d rather not be found before he’d
obtained his answer. He got down on his hands and knees and crawled, thankful
he’d had carpet installed in the servant hallways.
His heart beat a little faster when he heard a cry of- agony? He was right
outside the door, sitting back on his knees before he took in the sight before
him. Sebastian was splayed on his bed, shirt and pants parted, eyes squeezed
shut. Ciel’s gaze lingered on the most shocking part- the demon had his arousal
wrapped in his fingers, stroking it with abandon.
Ciel’s breath hitched in his throat as he fully understood the scene before
him, he’d allowed himself such pleasure on rare occasion but he’d never thought
Sebastian would be susceptible to such a thing. Especially not when Ciel
considered it a weakness, a human flaw.
He was jarred from his baffled thoughts when the demon made a noise caught
between a growl and a moan, his black nailed toes clutching the blanket and his
fangs peeking over his bottom lip, biting into it fiercely enough to draw
blood.
Ciel consciously recognized he shouldn’t be here for such a private moment, be
his curiosity was too strong. He wasn’t sure what knowledge he intended to gain
from watching, but any knowledge would be better than returning to his bed with
more questions. He’d never get to bed, torturing himself with the thoughts of
what he was seeing.
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Sebastian had harrowed his skin by dragging his sharpened nails along many
spots along his chest and pelvis, occasionally with enough force to make a thin
layer of blood bubble to the surface. He had also allowed teasing touches to
his nipples and thighs, dragging it out; he could restrain himself longer if he
allowed a decent amount of time, only needing to manage such a state every 24
hours.
His patience did have it’s limits though, and he finally gave in to start with
a reckless pace of stroking his cock. He could do this with ease as inhuman
stamina was much greater than that of humans. He first focused on the pleasure
of waiting the entire day to allow himself this relief from his forced constant
arousal, even though it had been difficult today.
His lust often translated into frustration and anger when he couldn’t outlet it
properly. He’d almost lost his temper a few times today: when Finny managed to
uproot several trees in front of the manor; when Bard had decided the sausage
this morning wasn’t cooked thoroughly and burnt them through with a
flamethrower; and Ciel’s mouthing off during his latin lesson today.
The latter had almost drove him to the edge, the boy’s attitude could really
drive him up a wall. He had chosen to ignore the reading assignment Sebastian
had given him and instead study words he could use to insult the demon. The
rough translations of such words included “asshole,” “son of a dog,” and
“fucker.”
Sebastian had thought at the time how nice it’d be to teach the boy a lesson;
spank him until he couldn’t sit, or more deliciously, shut him up by shoving
his thick cock into that cheeky mouth. He’d pushed the thoughts away, but now
he’d pander to it. He gave the first whimper of the night when he pictured it
vividly. He imagined shoving the proud Phantomhive boy to his knees and pushing
his aching length in his face and demanding to be sucked.
His young master would either be spiteful or bashful, in all likelihood both.
It’s what made him all the more alluring, the willingness to be hunted like
prey but never submitting like prey would, acting as if they were equals.
Though the boy would eventually see it as a challenge to his ability and pride
and cave in, somehow believing he was truly in control. He’d unabashedly
swallow Sebastian down as far as he could and begin moving as though he was an
expert, though unknowingly being clumsy in his manner.
Sebastian’s toes curled and he let out an inhuman cry of lust, the idea of
being the first to corrupt his young master so fully. He’d etch sin right into
that pure soul with his own hands, boasting ownership and debauchery. He
flicked his tongue to taste blood he’d spilt on his lips, imagining it to be
the boy’s. He’d be able to taste the exquisiteness of his soul even in the
smallest drops.
Sebastian paused his hand, bringing it to his mouth to lick the palm, covering
it in his blood and saliva and then once again gripping his shaft. The wet,
slick heat was reminiscent of a mouth, allowing his vivid fantasy to become
even more real to him. He saw the boy struggling to fit more than half of his
cock in that small mouth. He tightened his hand and bucked into it hard,
mimicking the movements he be making in his scenario; his hand had gripped the
back of the boy’s head by the hair and he was thrusting further in between
those innocent lips. He knew he’d be feeling the tightness of the boy’s throat
around the front half of his length, the boy struggling against his gag reflex,
tears welling at the corners of his eyes. He squeezed the head of his cock to
mimic it perfectly.
His jaw tightened and he keened up, his hips practically off the bed now. He
felt pre-cum ooze out of the slit and into his fingers as he groaned, imagining
it as Ciel’s slippery drool. As if Sebastian had a hand at his chin, the boy’s
drool coming out of the corners of his mouth into Sebastian’s fingers. It was
so perverse, the Queen’s Watchdog choking on a demon’s dick, completely falling
apart with drool and tears involuntarily happening. And despite all that he
knew if he looked down to admire the sight, he’d still see arrogance in that
blue eye. He sighed with pleasure and chuckled lowly, such would be expected of
the little earl.
In fact, that boy would eventually fist his hands into Sebastian’s waistcoat
and regain the control, sucking Sebastian faster than he’d been thrusting into
his mouth. He’d outdo the demon’s speed and try to take him even deeper, just
to best his butler, even if it meant he’d be a complete mess. He’d do anything
to win against his demon, no matter how far he had to go, he’d probably even
swallow Sebastian’s seed down greedily. Sebastian hissed and stroked himself
and thrusted into it at the same time. He wondered if the boy’s pride or need
to win the game would take precedence if he wanted to come on that unmarred
noble face. With enough taunting, he knew he be able to cover the boy with
semen at his leisure.
He moaned loudly, picturing the young master underneath him, face absolutely
covered in his seed. The boy would bear an expression of exasperation and
haughtiness, of pleasure and distaste. Such was his contradictory master’s
ways. He grunted lowly, so close to his release. He panted as he mentally saw
his contractor sweep a finger through the mess on his face and-
Sebastian- he heard the mental call of Ciel, the mark on his hand growing hot
with the boy’s demand. He felt how close the boy was, felt his call, the heat
of the mark on his hand as he was still using it to pleasure himself. It was
all too much, he knew the boy was watching him intently, unknowingly calling
out to him for something he probably wasn’t sure what. Sebastian’s thrusts up
into his stroking hand became erratic in their pace and he heard the boy’s
breath hitch. He imagined Ciel making the same noise after tasting the seed on
his face.
“Ah, young master!” Sebastian spilled over his marked hand in several hot
waves, his body shuddering through it. He took a moment to recover from the
intense pleasure, panting and feeling his mind steady itself. Once he was
stable enough, he swung his legs over the side of the bed to look directly at
his young master, crouched on the floor near his open door. Ciel’s eyes were
brimming with panic, confusion, and desire.
Sebastian buttoned his pants back up, careful not to smear his semen on the
fabric. He then cleaned his hand with generous sweeps of his tongue across his
palm and then the backside, taking his time cleaning the mark of their
contract; his eyes never left Ciel’s as he made such a lewd display.
“Did you enjoy the show, young master?” he said huskily, lust still running in
his veins. He smiled darkly, a smidgen of his own mess still on his lips. He
ran his tongue along his bottom lip, catching his own essence and dried blood.
Ciel flushed the color of pink wine, the master’s favorite, and stared into the
carpet below him. Sebastian snickered, the boy had fallen into this trap that
he’d set for himself. The butler had seen the brief flicker of determination in
his eyes this morning, intending to spy on Sebastian. Had the boy simply asked
for the full truth or just been less fussy about the state of silverware, he’d
never been caught like the prey he was.
End Notes
     Thanks for reading! A few things:
     -the Latin lesson part was inspired by Persona Non Grata by the
     talented Silverwing26 & soulless_lover
     -Due to the response a sequel is on it's way! And a few other things
     in the meantime.
     -as always, feel free to drop me prompts @
     existentialqueer.tumblr.com/ask
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