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Bloodcurdling screams filled the air, hot flames bright in the late autumn sky. Hues of red, orange and yellow illuminated the pair standing amidst the chaos, the stench of burning flesh filling their noses.
“That would be enough, Sebastian,” the earl commanded, not once taking his eyes off the horrifying scene playing out in front of him.
The raging fire subsided, revealing multiple charred corpses, their bodies laying lifeless in the ashes. One of the remaining survivors crawled towards the two, reaching out a trembling burnt hand. It was covered in angry red blisters.
“Queen’s Watchdog! Please spare me!” he wailed, eyes bulging from his skull. “I will owe you my life! Please, have mercy on my soul!”
Ciel looked down at him with disgust in his eyes. “Your life is worth nothing to me,” he scoffed, kicking away the outstretched hand. The man roared in pain, clutching his injuries.
“Finish him, Sebastian,” the earl spoke sternly, watching the building occupied by the criminal organisation burn to the ground. It brought him back to the night his father and mother met their untimely demise, the same foul scent of death surrounding him like it did back then. He shook off the thought; this was revenge after all.
The demon’s eyes glowed at the order, lips curling into a dangerous smile. “Yes, my Lord.”
-
“Young Master, I have readied the bath for you,” the servant bowed, bringing a gloved hand to his chest.
Ciel looked up from his unfinished and now cold meal, halfheartedly poking at some peas with his fork. “Thank you, Sebastian,” he murmured as he dropped the fork, the piece of silver clattering against white porcelain plate. He cared not for it.
Sebastian shook his head in disappointment, eyeing the half full dinner plate. “My Lord, you need to eat well for upcoming week. It is necessary you build up some reserves, your body will not be able to withstand—”
“I’m not hungry,” the earl grumbled, shoving the plate away from him. The events from a couple of hours earlier kept haunting his thoughts, ridding him of his appetite.
Sebastian bowed politely. “Very well, my Lord,” he responded and moved to stand behind the boy’s chair. He pulled back the seat back so his master could stand. Ciel stood slowly, supporting himself on the table while doing so. The fire’s smoke had gotten the best of him soon after the final member of the targeted organisation had been killed, and he still didn’t feel well. His knees buckled, causing the boy to curse loudly.
“Allow me, Young Master.” Sebastian offered the earl his hand and when given permission, he lifted the boy up in his arms, carrying him as if he were a bride. Normally he would have reprimanded his master for his language and though he loved to tease the little human, he knew now was not the time. “I would advise staying in for the following days, my Lord. It would be unwise to show yourself in public in such a state.”
The earl hummed indifferently, sighing as he leaned his head against the butlers shoulder. “I suppose,” he muttered and closed his eyes tiredly. He would never admit it aloud, but being in the demon’s arms always managed to calm him down somehow. It soothed something deep inside of him but he paid it no mind. He was not going to let Sebastian find out; the demon’s ego was big enough as it was.
Sebastian effortlessly carried the young boy down the dimly lit hallways of the mansion. It was mostly quiet, the only exceptions being his footsteps and the other servants tending to their tasks elsewhere in the building.
“I hope you do understand you are to remain in your own quarters for the majority of the week, my Lord,” he said, looking at the other from the corner of his eye. “It would be quite hazardous not to.”
It was true. Ciel knew he could not afford to be seen anyone outside of the Phantomhive manor when the time had finally come. Of course, the servants would have secured the estate by then, but staying holed up in his own bedchamber would be much wiser. No one to disturb or harm him. An attack on the mansion at this time would be disastrous.
Not that he needed to worry about that of course. He knows what he is, everyone does. As a man born into the Phantomhive family, his future had been decided before he had been born, his fate sealed years later. And yet.
“Young Master?” Sebastian coaxed him out of his thoughts. “Are you quite alright?”
Ciel gritted his teeth. “I’m fine, Sebastian.” He hated it when the demon saw through him so perfectly. “And yes, I do realise I am to remain locked up in my chamber for the coming week,” the boy replied, rolling his eyes in frustration. It wasn’t that he particularly minded staying inside the manor for extended periods of time, but not being allowed to leave his own quarters for days in a row was not something he looked forward to. He was the head of the household after all.
The butler suppressed a chuckle, opening the door to the bathroom with ease. He set the boy down, moving to undress him. “There is no need to be worried, my Lord,” he smiled politely, nimble fingers undoing the dainty buttons on the earl’s dress shirt.
“I’m not worried,” Ciel spoke harshly, glaring down at the man kneeling before him. “I’m the Earl of Phantomhive, things like this do not worry me.”
“Of course, my Lord. Although I must say you looked terribly out of sorts earlier this evening,” the demon stated, folding the white dress shirt and putting it away before continuing his work. “One would almost think they could take advantage of you in your current state…”
Ciel tightened his jaw at the servant’s audacity, resisting the urge to slap him right across his face. “I said, there is nothing to worry about, Sebastian,” the boy spat, balling his fists.
The butler disguised a grin at his temper, undoing his master of his trousers. “Of course, my Lord. We both know that, do we not?” he teased, a sly smirk gracing his features. That earned him a kick to the shins. Fair enough.
“Shut it, demon,” the earl hissed. How dare he test him like that? “Know your place.”
Sebastian’s grin didn’t falter, but he bowed in acknowledgement regardless. “I am well aware of my position, Young Master.” ‘Are you of yours?’ he thought to himself as he finished undressing him. He moved to undo the boy’s eyepatch, noting the way Ciel tensed up at his proximity. He deemed it best not to comment on it.
Instead he took off his own tailcoat, draping it over the wooden stool placed nearby to keep its sleeves from getting soaked. He took off his gloves as well, the seal of their contract stark against his pale skin.
“My Lord,” Sebastian started, and rolled up his sleeves. “may I advise you to make use of the chair when I ready you for the bath once the time has come? It would be much safer for you,” he spoke while helping the earl into the bath before retrieving a washcloth from the cabinet.
Ciel basked in the warmth of the soapy water, mulling over his butler’s suggestion for a moment. While the thought of busting his head open on the white marble tiles didn’t sound too appealing, neither did showing any signs of weakness, even though it was just in front of his most-trusted servant. Call it stubbornness or vanity, he hated the idea of not being in control over his body.
“Perhaps...” he muttered, turning his head away from the other pointedly. He really didn’t want to think about all that was about to come. Of course he knew he had nothing to be afraid of as a man of the Phantomhive family, but still. What if fate was cruel to him once again?
Sebastian sensed the inner turmoil of his master and set to gently wash him. He dipped the washcloth into the warm water, letting it soak before slowly running it over the boy’s back. The soft fabric glided over that delicate spine, his thin little shoulders and up a perfectly smooth neck.
Without really meaning to, Ciel let out an appreciative hum. It startled the both of them, the earl’s cheeks flushed a light pink and the butler’s eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise. “Young Master?” he questioned amusedly.
“Not a word, Sebastian!” the boy exclaimed, drawing up his knees to his chest in shame, water sloshing inside the porcelain tub as a result.
It was clear the conversation was over, so the devil continued his task of bathing his master, who proceeded to act as if nothing had happened. But Sebastian knew, he always did. His master had never been one for subtlety, not when it concerned his demon. The man’s lips quirked up into a smile.The rest of the bath was spent in silence.
-
The curtains were drawn, the door closed. It was dark in the earl’s bedchamber, a lone candelabra on the wooden desk providing some warm light in the otherwise bleak night. Coals smouldered in the hearth, the fire only just having died down. Ciel stared at them with bleary eyes, his mind returning to the scene of utter carnage mere hours ago.
“Be sure to get some rest, my Lord,” Sebastian spoke softly as he tucked the child in, who grumbled in response and turned on his side away from the butler, nestling himself in the soft bedding.
The boy knew was right. The upcoming week would be mentally and physically exhausting, and he wouldn’t be able to rest up all that much during the week. He started to regret not having finished his supper, but at the same time the mere thought of having to eat was enough to make him feel like he was going to be sick. He was too proud to mention it anyway, but the soft grumbling of his stomach betrayed him.
Sebastian chuckled softly, retrieving the candelabra from the desk. “Would you care for a warm cup of milk with honey, my Lord?” When the other shook his head stubbornly, Sebastian bowed with a hand over his empty heart. He turned to leave the room, but not before placing a steaming porcelain cup on the bedside table. “Sleep well, Young Master. Summon me if you require anything else,” he said with a smile, closing the door behind him.
Darkness enveloped Ciel immediately and he closed his weary eyes. He was completely worn out, legs aching and head pounding, yet sleep did not come over him. He sat up again, picking up his drink and taking little sips of it. As soon as he swallowed the sweetened liquid, he put the cup down dejectedly; it didn’t calm his nerves or lull him to sleep the way it always did.The boy huffed and crawled back under his covers, a restlessness deep in his bones keeping him from his much needed rest. He tossed and turned for a while before sighing deeply, wiping a drop of sweat from his brow with the long sleeve of his nightshirt. He eyed the fireplace from his position in bed, noting the ashes inside were still glowing weakly. Sebastian must have kept the fire going a bit longer than usual in preparation for the upcoming cold weather.
He threw back the blankets, the room’s chilly air relieving some of the warmth he was feeling but it wasn’t effective for long. Thin fingers fumbled clumsily at the buttons of the white shirt, trying desperately to get rid of this steadily rising fever. When he wasn’t successful, he just tugged the shirt up as high as the fabric would let him, which was about halfway up his chest.
He threw his head back against the pillows, whining softly as he realised this feeling would not pass on its own. Was it too soon to summon Sebastian? That blasted devil, who would no doubt pester him when given the chance. He knew the butler would take good care of him, tend to his every whim and answer his cries.
And just like that, it happened. As if someone had flipped a switch in his body, an intense surge of heat lit his entire body on fire, electricity coursing through his limbs. He gasped for air, tightly holding onto to the sheets underneath him. His breath was raspy, feeling as if he was slowly being choked to death.
He had never expected it to be like this. This wasn’t how he thought he would grow into his new identity. Not like this.
“S-Sebastian...” he choked out, gasping in as much air as his compromised lungs could hold. “Sebastian! H-Help me!”
-
On the other side of the mansion, Sebastian snapped his head up from where he was doing the dishes next to Bard, who jumped up with a shout at the sudden movement. Mey-Rin dropped the stack of plates she was holding, causing Finny to burst into the kitchen mere seconds later.
“Mister Sebastian, what’s wrong?!” the three of them exclaimed at the same time, eyes fixed to the butler clad in black.
“Ah, it would seem the Young Master is presenting,” he stated calmly, turning to look at the others. “We have known for a while that this day was approaching, so I expect each of you to know what needs to be done.”
“Y-Yes sir!” the servants nodded, running off to tend to their pre-assigned tasks.
Sebastian hastily made his way to the Earl’s bedchamber, his pace increasing with each little plea echoing in the back of his mind. The contract seal stung as he was summoned over and over again.
He reached the entrance to the Earl’s chamber, the youth’s strong smell seeping through the crack under the large wooden door. The man knocked twice, his other hand already on the doorknob. “Young Master?”
Ciel took in a shaky breath of relief, pulling his shirt back down to cover his dignity. “C-Come in, Sebastian.” God it hurt, his insides were on fire, his skin tingled with electricity and his mouth was dry as he struggled to breathe.
His butler was by his bedside in an instant, the rush of air he brought with him doing nothing to cool his ignited skin. If anything, it only made it worse. He uncomfortably thrashed on the bed, almost screaming out in pain. When would this torture end?
“Sebastian! W-What’s happening?!” the boy gasped, the heat in his core worsening with each passing second.
Sebastian had known this would happen; ever since the boy had contracted him he knew. But Ciel did not; he could only brace himself for what was to come. Stubborn little thing. The demon’s nostrils flared, greedily taking in his master’s distress. “It seems you’ve presented at last, my Lord,” he explained, clasping his hands together behind his back.
“So... I-I’m an alpha n-now?” Ciel asked with as much hope he could muster at the moment. Finally, his status would be solidified. No one would ever dare to look down on him again, as if he were a mere fragile boy. No, he would finally get the respect he deserved.
He saw the man shake his head however, smiling sympathetically, or as much as a demon could anyway. “Ah, quite the contrary, Young Master. If my nose does not betray me, you have just presented as omega.”
Ciel’s entire world shattered right in front of him, an icy cold feeling piercing his chest and seeping through his bones. No, this couldn’t be happening, Sebastian must’ve been wrong. He’s a Phantomhive, a strong man destined for great power. There’s no way he could be an omega.
“You’re lying!” Ciel screamed, angry tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He sat up, fists grasping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white. “You know you can’t ever lie to me, you bastard!”
“My Lord, I know this must come as quite the shock to you, but please do try to remain calm,” Sebastian said sternly, yet somewhat soothingly. The human’s panic, the anger, it enveloped the entire room, shrouding them in delicious negativity.
Though he wanted nothing more than to just tear into the human’s soul in that moment, he kept himself from doing so. He may have been a demon, but he was never one to break a contract.
Sebastian licked his lips, sharp fangs elongating at the irresistible scent the other was giving off. He drank it all up, his eyes glowing a deep red as his master started to emit his pheromones for the first time in his young life. The demon’s inner alpha reacted immediately, but he could control it for the time being. After all, what fun would it be to give what the boy needed right away? He could leave him squirming for a bit longer.
Still, he headed to the room’s door and locked it, safely tucking the key in his pocket. He turned around, seeing his master very clearly despite the darkness. A violet glow emanating from his right eye illuminated Ciel’s face, showcasing his wide blown pupils.
The young omega moved to sit on his knees and pressed his legs together tightly. Doing so violently punched a gasp out of him and he fell forward, vision blurred. He could barely hold himself up, his fingers digging into the mattress. His face was a vibrant red and he panted, eyes widening as he felt something wet between his thighs. “Is... Is this...” he started, looking down to his lap. He frowned and tore his eyes away from his lower half. He had never felt so embarrassed before.
Another wave of heat knocked the air from his lungs, causing his arms to give way and he bowed forward. He remained in that position, resting his weight on his knees and elbows while he struggled to catch his breath. “Seb... Sebastian!” he moaned miserably, pushing his forehead into the mattress to try and focus on anything but the sensation of something wet slowly running down his legs.
The demon bit back a groan, bringing a gloved hand up to cover his nose. “Young Master, please calm yourself,” he spoke sharply, his fangs poking against his lower lip. The other’s scent was slowly driving him insane, but he would not disgrace himself by letting his primal urges take hold of him. What kind of butler would he be if he could not handle a newly presented omega?
“B-Bastian, do something!” Ciel wailed, tugging at his own hair as his hips stuttered involuntarily. “H-help me!” It was too much, the fire in his core flaring up each time the other male exhaled, the unfamiliar feeling of utter emptiness deep inside of him, the excruciating pain as he prayed for some kind of release of this hell on earth he was experiencing.
Sebastian sighed, closing his eyes for a brief moment to collect himself before he could do anything foolish. He did not need to hear the boy’s words to know what his body needed, it was perfectly clear by the sickingly sweet fragrance hanging in the air. He could not do anything his master did not explicitly agree to, yet his gloves came off immediately. “Is that an order, My Lord?” he murmured, taking off his tailcoat.
“Just do something!” the boy begged, panting raggedly. He squeezed his teary eyes shut tightly, willing his body to just stop whatever it was doing. God, for how much longer did he gave to endure this?
The mattress dipped beside him, Sebastian’s increased proximity only spurring him on more. A bare hand was placed on the small of his back, igniting the skin under the thin shirt. He gasped at the shiver it sent running down his spine, causing his knees to buckle.
The demon caught him by wrapping an arm around the boy’s torso, pulling the back underneath him flush to his own chest. “My Lord...” he hummed contently, breathing in the alluring scent, indulging himself for a moment. He would have been lying if he said he had not waited for this exact moment; the promise of the Earl’s presentation had been weighing heavy in the air for weeks now.
And now that he had been given permission - even if it was out of panic and naiveté - he allowed himself to drown in it, crimson eyes brightening as the demonic alpha inside broke through his carefully put together façade of a human butler. He pushed the obstructive white fabric up to the boy’s shoulder blades, wasting no time in running his hands up and down that slim waist.
Ciel mewled at the contact, his pride lost somewhere along the way. All he knew was that he needed more. More of the lingering touches, more of Sebastian’s honeyed words, more of his divine scent. He unknowingly lifted his behind a bit higher, putting himself on display for the alpha.
It did not go unnoticed. Sebastian sat back to admire the breathtaking scene that his master gave him as he presented his ass to him. Perfect white skin flushed ever so slightly with heat, coltish legs trembled under the strain of their position, and sweet-smelling slick slid down those beautiful plump thighs.
The demon licked his lips at the lewd sight, all of his senses locked onto the omega right there in front of him. He laid his hands on the boy’s behind and spread him open. Sebastian inhaled deeply, felt his own body react to the other’s pheromones and started to give off his own. He had tried to hold it back but alas, a newly presented omega was always the most alluring of all. They did not yet reek of other Alphas, only the saccharine scent of purity, no matter how wicked the child’s soul.
Sebastian pressed an open-mouthed kiss to one of the soft cheeks before trailing his tongue to where he knew the earl desired him most. He slowly traced the puckered rim, humming softly at every little whine that left the other’s pink lips.
His tongue made his way inside, stretching the ring of muscle slowly. He sucked gently, the pure essence of Ciel hitting him with full force as warm slick collected on his tongue. It was undeniably omegan, so sweet and so incredibly intoxicating, Sebastian could not suppress the low groan that forced its way out.
If this was only a fraction of what that damned soul would taste like, he did not know how he could stop himself from prematurely ending their covenant.
“F-Fuck... Sebastian!” Ciel moaned, rocking his hips back to chase the other’s mouth. What would happen to him tonight, he knew not. But he knew he needed this, needed the slight sense of relief every lap of the devil’s tongue gave him, needed the man’s strong heady scent to keep him grounded.
Sebastian chuckled softly, pressing a wet kiss to the back of a milky thigh. “Language, Young Master,’ he reprimanded playfully, sharp teeth nipping the flesh of his contractor’s ass.
“Ah! Se... Sebastiannn,” Ciel mewled, gritting his teeth at the strange sensation. It was not necessarily painful, but it would take some getting used to. While all the attention his butler gave him was more than welcome, every single touch sent more and more slick dripping from his hole. He whimpered softly, taking a shaky breath as the natural lubricant cooled against his skin, which wasn’t very comfortable. It felt unhygienic, his bath from earlier gone to waste.
The man collected some of the liquid with his fingers, spreading it over the other’s entrance before gently pushing in his finger. He was sure to move slowly, pushing in and out a few times before moving the digit in to the third knuckle. Ciel was so wonderfully responsive. His breath caught in that tender throat at each movement inside him, no matter how slight. How wonderful he would look with his demon’s fingers tightened around it and grasping tightly, nails digging into the soft skin of the omega’s throat...
Sebastian relished in the mental image, grumbling deep in his chest. He did this, he had reduced the merciless Earl of Phantomhive to a writhing, panting mess. His inner alpha took pride in it, content that he was providing such pleasure to the omega.
Ciel moaned wantonly. This must have been what his body had been craving, but it wasn’t enough. He rocked back onto the finger inside of him to try and get more stimulation. He did not get what he wanted. The lone finger kept moving at the exact same pace for what felt like an eternity. He wasn’t sure if he could take much more of this, his body screaming for more.
“A-Ah, Sebastiannn!” he pleaded, mouth wide open and eyebrows knit together. “More...” he breathed out, fisting the soft bedding beneath him.
The demon chuckled lowly and abruptly pulled away. He watched a small stream of slick spill out of the boy’s hole, drenching the bedsheets below. Such a lovely sight.
“N-No!” Ciel protested, desperation apparent in his voice. He craved the alpha’s touch and he frantically pushed his body backwards to get Sebastian back to him. That earned him a swift slap across both cheeks, making him jolt forward. When the initial shock subsided, he cast a dark glare to the butler. That got him a harder smack in return.
“Manners, Young Master,” Sebastian reprimanded sternly, yet het did nothing to disguise the amused glint in his eyes. He loved teasing his little lord, pushing the limits to see how far he could go before the earl snapped and told him off.
“I’m.. I’m sorry... Please, Sebastian,” the boy pleaded softly, turning his head to meet the other with mismatched eyes. The demon’s eyes flashed with interest, something in the back of his mind contented by the boy’s uncharacteristic act of submission.
“Mhm, good boy,” the man praised, rubbing little circles into the reddened skin with his thumbs. He had not expected Ciel to be so compliant this early into his heat. This would prove to be very interesting indeed...
Two fingers were shoved back in, gently thrusting in scissoring motions. The intrusion went smoother with each and every movement, much to Sebastian’s delight. While it was true that he was a being of great age and had mastered the art of patience, he would not waste more time than absolutely necessary on frivolous things like foreplay right now. Though, it was very tempting to keep fingering the boy, pushing him closer and closer to the edge, but never granting him the release he craved.
Ciel gasped audibly, fingers grasping the sheets tightly. “Haah, Se-Sebastian!” he exclaimed, mouth falling wide open with every push inside. He did not have much time to get used to the rhythm, as the digits were once again retrieved from him. But before he could complain, the sound of rustling fabric reached his ears.
He whipped his head back, eyes wide as he watched Sebastian pull his black slacks halfway down his thighs. His drawers followed in one swift motion, allowing the demon’s growing erection to spring free. Ciel stared at it for a moment, before his eyes met the butler’s.
“Do you trust me, my Lord?” Sebastian spoke, sensing the other’s apprehension. If the omega did not feel a hundred percent comfortable in this situation, it was considered taboo if the alpha did not cease their activities right away. Many alphas cared not for these unspoken rules, instead taking what their instinct desired. Sebastian liked to think he was better than that.
The earl nodded, humming his confirmation in a voice pitched a bit too high for his liking. What was he, some kind of cheap prostitute? He took a deep breath and rested his forehead on the mattress in shame, trying to hide his face.
Sebastian chuckled quietly, as to not offend the earl. “Young Master,” the demon began, resting a hand on the boy’s lower back reassuringly. “I promise I will take good care of you tonight.”
Ciel felt himself relax at the promise, the man’s accompanying pheromones calming his nerves immediately. It felt as if he could faint with the sheer intensity of Sebastian’s scent flooding his nose, as if he was drifting away into a deep slumber.
But the heat coiling in his abdomen would not let him, all of his senses were extremely sensitive. His hips were grabbed by two strong hands, thumbs spreading his cheeks open, surely providing the Alpha with a clear view of the mess he had made. He huffed, bracing himself for whatever was in store for him.
“Take a deep breath, my Lord,” Sebastian instructed, waiting until the second he heard the boy inhale before he started to push his way inside. The ring of muscle fit snugly around the head of his cock, but did not put up any resistance when he pressed in further.
A chocked gasp escaped the earl at the blunt hardness inching into him, each second the alpha moved punching more air out of his lungs. “Se-Sebastian,” he managed breathlessly, and tightened his hands into fists, trimmed fingernails digging into his palms.
Sebastian sighed contently, the boy’s walls clenching around his cock so wonderfully. “Mmm, Young Master,” he groaned, leaning his full weight onto the frail body below.
“Ah! F-Fuck, Bastian!” he moaned loudly as his chest was roughly pushed down onto the bed, skin on fire where the Alpha’s clothed chest pressed against him. He wailed loudly when his demon shoved the remaining few inches of his dick inside, filling him completely. Tears gathered in his eyes, the feeling of being filled satisfying the nagging ache in the back of his mind.
The head rubbed against something deep inside of him, igniting stars behind his eyes and sending an overwhelming surge of pleasure throughout his entire body. “A-Again!” he exclaimed, “Do that again!”
His butler grinned, tugging on the lobe of his ear. “Like this, sir?” he whispered, breath hot on the earl’s neck. The man shoved his cock in forcefully, only to stop moving completely when he brushed against the bundle of nerves. He did not provide it with any more stimulation, the exasperated sounds Ciel made like music to his ears.
Even if all they did that night was lay there, his cock seated deep inside the omega’s tight ass, teasing him until he fell apart, Sebastian would enjoy himself thoroughly.
“H-Haah, pleeease,” Ciel begged, frustrated tears staining his rosy cheeks. Of course Sebastian was an insufferable demon, but why, why would he not help him? Was this punishment?
He sobbed as he realised the pressure in his gut would not subside at the pace things were going. “Sebastian,” he tried again, “H-Help me!”
The devil snorted, looking on amusedly. “Am I not, my Lord?” he chuckled, spanking the child’s ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Show your demon some gratitude,” the man spoke lightly, and pulled out slowly.
“No!” the boy nearly screamed, bringing a hand backwards and reaching blindly to get what his body yearned for. “Please, Sebastian! Sebastian!”
Sebastian tutted at the child, pulling him onto his hands and knees before wrapping his long fingers around the pubescent member. “Be quiet, Young Master. We would not want to cause a scene, now would we?” he grinned, swiping the pad of his thumb over the seeping slit. When the little earl hissed at the touch, the smell of his slick grew stronger, only spurring the alpha on.
Keeping his hand around Ciel’s shaft, he put his lips to the boy’s hole again. He lazily lapped at the tender skin, drinking in every last drop of the heavenly substance leaking from it.
Ciel ground his teeth together, trying with all his might to compose himself for his pride’s sake. It was a futile attempt, his last lingering shred of dignity pulled from him with sultry, sinful words.
“Look at the amount of lubricant you have produced, my Lord. One would almost deem it obscene,” Sebastian purred, circling his thumb around the flushed head. Pearly white drops gathered at the tip, and the demon smirked against the back of the boy’s thighs.
“You... Are the one being-- A-Ah! Obscene,” Ciel breathed, worrying his lower lip as his butler’s words echoed through his head, a cacophony of perfectly enunciated sin.
Sebastian grinned, exposing his elongated canines doing so. The way the boy bit back no matter the situation never ceased to surprise him.
“Am I now?” the devil replied. “I do not mean to offend, My Lord, but I am not the one kneeling down with my behind on full display, begging to be filled.”
Ciel winced slightly, hiding his face in the soft sheets. “Don’t! You can’t just... Say those things!” he sputtered, but it did nothing to mask the wave of pheromones wafting off of him.
“Ah, but they are true, are they not, My Lord?” the man spoke, a hint of amusement to his voice. He gently tugged at the hardened flesh, licking his lips as more slick seeped out the little pink hole. “The evidence is right here in front of me,” he purred, nipping the other’s ass cheek pointedly.
“Argh! S-Sebastian!” the boy yelped, and drew in a shaky breath. He rolled his hips into the man’s touch, chasing the feeling of satiety he felt before. He needed something, anything, to give him release. This wasn’t it, however. It wasn’t nearly enough.
But no matter how much he pleaded, the butler’s hand never left his member. He felt pressure building steadily, heating up his face and perspiration making his hair stick to his forehead.
And then it burst.
He gasped, vision turning white for a moment as his hips stuttered. “F-Fuck!” he cried out, almost choking on the sensation. “Se-Sebas-”
“Well then, Young Master, I do believe it is time for you to rest now,” The devil interrupted coolly, removing his hand from the spent cock. He licked the seed from his fingers and pulled the white shirt back in place before removing himself from the bed.
Ciel blinked sheepishly, eyes still a little blurry from his orgasm. “What? No! Y-You can’t just-”“Young Master, you must retire now. There is a long week ahead of you and I would advise you to prepare while you can. It will only escalate from here,” he stated as he put his pristine gloves back on.
The boy whined and reached out a weakened hand towards the butler. Sebastian smiled fondly, holding the small hand in his own and placed a chaste kiss on its soft skin. “I promise I will be here when you wake.”
With that, he took a step back, admiring the flushed beauty of his master. The boy yawned, struggling to keep his eyes open. Sebastian walked to the door, looking back at the boy already half asleep. He picked up the candelabra and closed the door behind him.
“Sleep well, Young Master,”