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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive, Sebastian_Michaelis_&_Ciel
      Phantomhive
  Character:
      Sebastian_Michaelis, Ciel_Phantomhive
  Additional Tags:
      Shota, Shotacon, SebaCiel_-_Freeform, Lemon, Smut, Yaoi, ciel_is_riding
      sebastian, ciel_is_a_teasing_little_shitter, sebastian_is_losing_his_shit
      slowly, Light_Bondage, Rough_Sex, sebastian_is_tied_up, Overstimulation,
      Rimming, light_comeplay, Back_Scratching, Mild_Gore
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-13 Completed: 2017-07-18 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 2659
****** games, games, games. ******
by whore
Summary
     ciel ties sebastian up and decides to ride him for a try at a
     torturous, torturous game.
     he gets a liittle more than he bargained for.
     basically just 2.6k words worth of porn and nothing more.
     --
     don't get pressed; this is merely a fictional ship.
***** Chapter 1 *****
''Nnn,''
My little one keens, rolling his darling hips.
Treacherousbrat.
''Ohhh, S-Sebastian,''
He has his frail hands planted on my lower abdomen; the little imp is slowly
suspending himself up and down my thick cock, grinding harshly every time he
sinks to my base.
''P-Please,''
His voice is a broken plea and my, I would relish in answering his calls - to
break free of the useless little bounds around my wrists and ankles and to
slide my girth into his tight heat, to fuck him until his pretty little hole is
weeping and gaping and gushing with my seed, to dip my sharp tongue between his
soft cheeks and lap and lick and bite at his weeping slit until he begs me to
stop, his face streaming with salty tears.
Oh, how I would love to ruin him. But alas, I mustn't disobey my vexing little
master.
''Ah!''
He releases a piercing moan when I buck my hips up into his prostate and I
clench my teeth and my fists when he clasps himself around me. His body is a
warm cavern that I yearn to explore from the inside out; that I yearn to
devastate and break down. I want to dig my disgusting talons into his flesh to
rip and make a pretty little mess of.
But alas, I mustn't disobey my vexing little master.
''Ngh-! Ohh, Sebastian, won't you do anything?''
Treacherous brat.
A rough growl tumbles from my lips and I strain against the weak roping; he and
I both know that I can break through any time if I truly wanted. And although I
crave him dirtily, heavily, foully; this torment is something that awakens me
from the inside; my eyes are blown wide with a heavy vermilion glow, my fangs
are seething whilst my nails have grown long and dark; they blacken my
fingertips with velvet.
He smirks.
''Haaah, haaaah,''
He's keening against me, his silky palms are straining against my chest whilst
he tortuously rolls and grinds and rocks his little hips; I bite out a low hiss
and thrust up involuntarily,  knocking the wind out his fragile lungs.
Let me touch you, little one. Let me run my slender hands all over your supple
body. Let me feel, caress, and violate you. Your words are shackles that bind
me to your orders and I struggle against them, biting out, wishing for a taste;
wishing for your corruption and unbecoming; wishing to create the beauty of
your destruction.
You see how I react to your slight graze; I am a rabid, caged animal that jerks
and gnaws for your touch. You see what you do to me, don't you, little one? Let
me ravage you utterly. Let me neglect you beautifully.
''Ahn! Ohhh, Sebastian, leaving your master to work himself like thi-Ah!''
I disobey. The roping around my wrists and ankles is no longer.
''B-Bad dog-Ngh!''
My, it appears that I've lost this treacherous little game of yours. How
pitiful.
''S-Shit, right there, right there, right there,''
Your little mouth is filthy and it spills with profanities and pleas and moans
of my name. Dirty wretch.
''Ah! Ah! Ah!''
You squirm beneath me; I have your soft head of grayed blue locked in my hand
with your eager little body secured below mine; I know your knees and elbows
will be raw by the time I am done with you.
''Brat. Brat. Brat.''
My thrusts enunciate each word and I grit my teeth, tightening the grip on your
hair. You are a ruthless little thing and you beg for more in that hoarse,
broken voice of yours, and my - I mustn't disobey.
I pound and I pound into your lissome vessel, relentless and brazen; my ashen
skin has grown icy and you cry irresistibly when I wrap a hand around your
little cock, and you wail and you wail when I stroke you roughly. What gorgeous
noises you release when I have stripped you of your pride and dignity.
"Little harlot. You love it when I handle you like this, don't you?"
"Only for me. Nobody else. Isn't that right, little one?"
"Filthy, filthy, filthy,"
Words spill from my mouth mindlessly; I am consumed by him, I am consumed by
the thought of him, I am consumed by the feel of him.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop,"
Oh, I can assure you - I will not. I will not stop until your tight little ass
is full and spurting with my essence; I will not stop until you've become a
blubbering, sobbing mess, your hips shivering, your lips kissed purple and your
vision clouded with tears; I will not stop until you've came and you've came,
begging for me to stop and begging for more although your abused little hole
aches and gushes.
And even after that, I'm afraid I still wouldn't be done with you, darling boy.
"I-gonnacomegonnacome,"
Then come, you little brat. Come with only me on your mind, come with the name
you've given me on your tongue.
"Come,"
I fist his little cock and grind slowly, digging into him, fucking into him.
"Sebastian!"
His climax is a beautiful sight and a beautiful feeling; the way his pulse
picks up as he nears, the way his slight hips push into me uncontrollably, the
way his back arches into me and the way I can feel his entire body shudder the
very moment he paints himself with his own semen is simply delectable. It's
even better when his sweet voice is broken and crying my name, begging for
nothing yet begging for everything.
Glorious. Delicious. Sinful. Corrupted.
I continue grinding into him, poking and prodding and teasing at his very core;
he cries out gorgeously.
"T-Too much, t-too-"
"Mhm, I'm not finished with you,"
I needn't say it, he already knows and his little ass quivers against me,
overstimulated and used.
Egging me on, aren't you? How bold.
I slowly pull out and thrust back in harshly; the yelp he chokes out is simply
adorable. And although he's pathetically begging for me to stop, his little
hips jerk and push against mine, rocking gingerly, chanting a plea of nothing
but moremoremore; I feel my climax approaching.
"No more, please, no-,"
He gets cut off by another harsh thrust into his prostate and he whines loudly;
I can see how his pink nails dig and dig into his palms to draw blood.
Stunning.
"G-Gah!"
I loom over him, pinning his hands down and rolling my hips, murmuring into his
ear.
"You can take it, can't you, little one?"
Another harsh thrust into his tight sheath; I nearly spend.
"I-I ha-Gah! I h-hate y-Ngh!"
"What a scandalous little thing you are,"
I roll my hips.
"Falling apart in the hands of a trivial servant?"
He jerks beneath me, panting heavily.
"Sh-Shut u-Ahn!"
I thrust once more, sliding a hand under to grope his sore, overstimulated
cock.
"What a wanton slattern,"
Thrust
"You're already hard,"
Thrust.
"And you're about to spend again, aren't you?"
Thrust.
"S-Sto-nnn"
I thumb the head of his member, toying his slit wider.
"J-Just c-ah! Come i-inside me, please, please, please,"
I reach my other hand down to his warmth to cup his testicles; I gently rub and
tug and prick them with my talons; he nearly climaxes once more.
"Th-Ah! Th-That's an o-order!"
I lock myself against his small body, completely burying myself in his even
smaller, tighter walls. A growl tears from my throat and I finally spend inside
him; he moans and wails and shoots his seed all over himself whilst I fill him
with mine.
My, what a greedy little thing he is.
I roughly fuck him through his second orgasm of the night and he is quivering
and quaking, although I must say, I am shaking myself; unsteadily pushing
myself in and out of his neglected hole, pressing bruises into his flawless
alabaster skin.
"F-Fuck,"
Our heavy panting and breathing is all that fills the room and I slowly pull
out of him; he whines and digs his nails further into his palms.
Gorgeous.
His hips shutter and he cries breathlessly, clenching his eyes shut.
I bite the groan that nearly escapes me when I properly look at him. His cheeks
are marred with soft shades of yellows, greens, purples, and blues; some of
them take the shape of my hand. His entire body is flushed a pale red and I can
see how his legs shake uncontrollably. Hell, the way I can see my semen
trickling out of his core makes me want to lick him open.
And so I do.
***** Chapter 2 *****
I bite the groan that nearly escapes me when I properly look at him. His cheeks
are marred with soft shades of yellows, greens, purples, and blues; some of
them take the shape of my hand. His entire body is flushed a pale red and I can
see how his legs shake uncontrollably. Hell, the way I can see my semen
trickling out of his core makes me want to lick him open. 
A soft chuckle slips past my lips. 
''Seba-Ah!''
He gasps and squirms when I run my slick, cool tongue along his little red hole
and down the cleft of his sack; my hands are grasping and prying his bruised
thighs open.
''T-Too much,''
''T-Too much!''
His cries merely encourage me and I slide my tongue into his gaping hole with
ease, flicking and lapping before pulling away with a slight bite, making my
little one yowl and writhe. 
Mm, you taste like honey, darling boy. 
I lock his eager, lithe hips in my arms whilst my hands force his used,
spurting ass open. The way he jerks and whines as he feels the cool air around
us violate his very core is rather ravishing; I dip and lick and lave at his
opening, digging and thrusting my wicked tongue in and out his weeping slit. I
taste myself inside him and my arousal gives a stark jerk. 
''Ahn-gh!''
He bucks into my tongue and gives a sharp cry when I drive my mouth further
into him, sucking and lapping and nipping at his apex; his velvety cheeks are
 tender, tender nectarines that I hunger to sink my revolting fangs into.
I latch my mouth onto the deliciously sensitive skin that embellishes his inner
thighs and I draw it between my desperate canines, gently sucking and biting at
the thin, thin material until it nearly breaks. 
''Please,'' 
I can hear the sob that breaks through his voice and he bucks once more,
rolling his skinny little hips in desperation of the foul organ that simply
adores violating his lithe little frame; that simply adores to ravage his
sweet, tight walls; that simply adores to leave him grasping at nothing with
his pleas choked and his little body in ruins.
I scrape and skim his delectable skin with my fangs and he twitches, stifling a
yelp.
''No more, please, n-no m-more-no-!''
My tongue dives into his wet core and I relish in his sweetness, jabbing at a
certain bundle of nerves that causes my young Lord to scream brokenly; I feel
his delicate hand grasp onto my hair and he pushes his scrawny pelvis even
farther, fucking himself on my tongue.
My, what a little liar you've come to be. 
 I graze his sack with my razor-edged talons and grip his purple-headed cock,
moving my hand up and down in coarse movements, forcing raw laments out of his
throat. 
''I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come,''
A sharp bite at his perineum sends him thrashing and jerking, shooting and
dirtying himself with his own cum for the third time now. 
I bite back a harsh laugh and turn him onto his back; he is nearly limp and he
whines softly, weakly clinging onto my neck to draw me closer to him. I
comply. 
''I h-hate you, I h-hate y-you, I-I h-hate you,'' 
His face is wet and slicked with his own tears and saliva; his eyes are stained
red and he struggles to even out his breaths. 
I skid a hand between his damp, reddened thighs and plunge two sharp fingers
into him, curling them to strike his prostate. He writhes and writhes under the
pain of my sharp talons but I can see the way his little cock twitches back to
life. The way his brows knit together and his jaw drops with his eyes rolling
to the back of his head whilst I sloppily thrust my digits in and out of his
raw, raw hole makes my arousal throb needily; I'm tempted to replace my
fingers. 
''Look at you. You're so used and loose,'' 
Another harsh jab at his prostate; he cries and wails, throwing his head back.
''Such a lewd little imp,''
I quickly remove my fingers from his core and grip onto his bony hips, slowly
working my thick cock into him. His sobs are exquisite and I pulsate within
him, bucking and grinding into his lax opening.
A strict growl forces itself through my gritted canines.
''No, no more! N-no mo-r-re, please,'' 
Pretty, pretty little minx. I have you right where I want you. Why would I stop
now?
I pump my hips tortuously slow, thrusting and filling him to the brim with my
girth before sliding nearly all the way out of his warm, welcome sheath just to
pound back into him in one smooth, cruel movement. 
He frees a locked scream of my name from his throat and jolts, digging his
pretty nails into my shoulder blades; he is a beautiful sobbing, quavering,
vibrating mess that weeps and weeps into the nape of my neck. 
''Call for me, little one,''
I wrap my frigid hand around his small, angry member and trace the veins that
threaten to burst with a blackened fingertip, languidly moving the rest of my
hand up and down; he gushes and gushes with pre-ejaculate.
I can hardly resist clasping my mouth onto his ivory neck to bite and suck and
dig; I slowly draw back the layers and layers of his skin until it is a faint,
faint material that breaks under the mere pressure of my immoral tongue. 
Another broken scream tears from his throat. 
''Please!''
I am uncontrollably snapping my hips into him and he is yelping and twisting
with every thrust, clenching his eyes shut and wailing and scratching at my
back until my spine and shoulder blades are besmirched with my own blood and
until everything that his nails search to tarnish is chafed and vexed. 
''I-I-Ngh!''
I pound directly at the delicious bundle of nerves that sends painful pleasure
coursing and pulsing all throughout his slight frame; I feel my own peak
approaching rather quickly.
''Do it. Call for me. Come for me,''
I bite at his neck, lightly sinking my fangs into his irritated skin.
''Sebastian!''
My young Lord bawls and cries, weakly clutching onto the back of my neck and
spending violently; his hips convulse, his nails are buried in my bloodied
flesh and he struggles to say anything but the name he's given me. He shudders
and dithers when I snarl and buck, releasing my semen into his needy orifice
for the second time this darling night. 
''S-Sebastian,'' He blubbers prettily, sniffling and swallowing and
spluttering. He is beautifully ruined.
''Yes, my Lord?''  My voice is doused in concern; what an utterly foolish
attempt to hide the disgusting desire to take him for the third time this
darling night. 
My delicate master is wordless and I do not need any; I give a soft smile and
wipe away his salty tears.
''You did very well, little one,'' I needn't say more; the prideful little
human would feel as though I'm mocking him. Even at this, he grumbles and
sniffles, turning his face away from mine. 
I chuckle deeply, turning his fine jaw roughly to lock his lips with mine. 
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