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So this turned into a one-shot series as well :) It's unexpectedly mushy and fluffy at the end, be warned. <3
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The little master has taken up a few very odd hobbies over the many years since he had been turned – and even before, really. As a mortal boy, he had enjoyed playing with his cousin and his great hound, his passion had been the toys of the business empire his father had begun building. He’d liked stories and spending time with his gentle, beautiful mother and he had even enjoyed a party from then to then.
As Sebastian’s gruff, mortal little master, he had enjoyed crushing his enemies and those who opposed him. He had relished in ordering Sebastian around, the more degrading tasks the better and of course he retained his passion for games. They had merely grown a little darker over time.
Over the decades he had taken to travelling. Not that Sebastian minded being dragged around the globe; he quite enjoyed that as well after all. They had bought residences and clothing and once Ciel had developed a taste for human food somewhen in the middle of the 20^th century, he delighted in stuffing himself with as many high class sweets in as many countries as possible. Again, Sebastian had not minded. Between training the little master how to be a proper demon and trying to procure them both enough actual nourishment to survive, the new sights had proven a fresh breeze.
Sitting on the dark-chocolate colored couch in their Belgravia townhouse, Sebastian crosses his long legs, lowers the newspaper a little, and wonders what in the seven hells the little brat is doing now.
Ciel has come home half an hour ago, bundled up in his favorite navy pea coat – a different one than what he had worn as a mortal, of course, but similar enough that the reminder of earlier, easier times put a sweet ache into Sebastian’s chest – and the voluminous knitted scarf he preferred that wrapped from his shoulders all the way up to his ears, carrying a small paper bag. Bag put on the table, coat and scarf hung up, boots kicked along the hallway, Ciel had barely said a word to him before disappearing into the dining room. Sebastian can see him when he bends back and to the side just a little; his elbows and chest rest on the table, feet are spread hip-wide to secure a firm stance, that delightfully firm little ass is facing the doorway. Every now and then, the elder demon can spy the back of the boy’s neck, brushed by soft, slatecolored hair. It’s a position the brat frequently takes when it’s their special playtime, but Ciel doesn’t acknowledge his presence at all.
It’s puzzling. Sebastian doesn’t enjoy puzzles.
He folds his newspaper neatly, uncrosses his legs and goes to pick up Ciel’s shoes from the floor, putting them into the closet. He takes the hastily hung up coat and folds it over the hanger with care. The scarf goes in the box that houses such accessories. Only then, with order returned to his impeccable household, he goes to see what the brat is doing.
Ciel is folded over the table, frowning in complete concentration, his smartphone in his hand. In front of him, sitting innocuously on the polished table, is a white paper cup, a green stamp on one side, scribbled black lines Sebastian recognizes as master’s name on the other.
Sebastian stands and waits to be detected. He waits without success. He lifts his hand to his mouth and clears his throat genteelly. Ciel doesn’t react. Possibly something more crass is in order; the thought puts a dark smirk onto his beautifully carved mouth. Stepping behind the boy soundlessly, he raises a hand and sends it down swiftly. The sharp smack is followed by a surprised yip. Ciel shoots up and snaps his head around to stare at him, dark blue eyes shifting rapidly to garnet in shock. “What?! What happened?”
Sebastian doesn’t bother to hide his gleeful little smirk. “Young master was behaving oddly, I merely thought to see if he was indeed alright.”
“By smacking my ass?” Ciel asks him incredulously before realizing the elder demon is teasing him. “Ugh, I’m busy. I have to take a perfect picture of this Moccachino to post it.”
Sebastian stays silent with a raised brow, so the boy sighs as if the world’s troubles rest only on his delicate shoulders, and turns back to his task. “It’s coffee, Sebastian.”
“I see.” What he doesn’t see is why Ciel would take pictures of coffee paper cups. Or buy it, at all…his tiny master doesn’t drink coffee. Knowing him as well as he does, he can even see Ciel’s aristocratic little nose scrunching the slightest bit as the scent of sticky sweet syrup hits it. It takes eight and a half more minutes until Ciel deems one of the thirty-two pictures he had taken of the cup as perfect, presses a few buttons, and puts his phone away.
“I’m done, get rid of it.”
A perfect butler does not sigh at the insolence of his master. A guardian may roll his eyes at the antics of his ward, though. Sebastian gladly takes advantage of that little fact.
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In the evening, Ciel is curled up in his favorite corner of the L-shaped couch – the corner part in the middle. He battled Sebastian’s cat for it as he does every day, shooing and when that didn’t work bodily moving the sleek, black feline a foot to the side to curl up with his book. The cat taps right back over and lays down snug against his thigh, possibly in affection, more probably because she isn’t willing to give up her spot. It’s a neverending source of amusement to Sebastian.
He is sitting on his own favorite spot, on the long part of the couch where the perfectly places coffeetable doesn’t crowd his long legs, idly playing with his tablet. Finally giving in to Ciel, he has bought one and made accounts with all the popular websites Ciel likes so he can ‘follow’ him. Quite a few people follow the little master that way. Scrolling along the site, Sebastian finds the picture of the cup Ciel has taken earlier. It looks like a cup to him. Not so to the 17,365 people keeping close watch on Ciel’s profile. It’s apparently considered artsy nowadays. Sebastian once again misses times before technology.
“Ciel,” he says, garnering a small ‘hm’ that doesn’t even have the boy looking up from his book. “What the hell is a Dark decaf caf skim white chocolate macadamia nut toffee moccachino?”
“Coffee,” the brat replies simply.
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The next time Ciel is bent over something, it’s not the dining room table and he is not staring at his phone. He is staring at Sebastian, cheeks flushed, lips glossy and eyes hazy and flickering red and blue; Sebastian is staring back with a smirk, composed and happy on the couch while the boy is folded over the arm next to him. His chest is resting on one of the couch cushions and his incessant squirming is rucking up the shirt he wears – one of Sebastian’s that should cover him almost to the knee. It’s barely covering his cute little ass right now. Sebastian’s hands are busy; one is caressing the soft underside of Ciel’s chin, stroking him like he would a kitten, the other palms a small remote control. From beneath the long shirt Sebastian can hear a low, consistent buzzing, muted by that pale flesh he adores. Behind Ciel’s back, a silk tie clasps his fragile wrists together.
It’s not that he couldn’t rip it if he wanted to…but he doesn’t. Sebastian has gone and ordered something from the website they bought the sounds from, and Ciel is enjoying it quite a bit. The bulletshaped little device doesn’t look like much but Sebastian has pushed it right onto the perfect spot inside of him. The blunt pressure did feel good, but the low vibrations feel even better. His cock is pressing into the soft suede of the couch and his guardian’s fingers feel so good on his heated skin. They’re slightly cool as usual, bare without the gloves he prefers to hide his black nails and the seal of their contract that doesn’t glow anymore but is etched into the otherwise flawless skin like carved with a knife a long time ago.
“You look beautiful, kitten,” Sebastian praises him in one of those dark velvet coos that always just barely graze the edge of mocking, but never crosses it. It’s the tone Ciel has learned to associate with immediate pleasure and he mewls in return to the compliment, rocking against the couch. Sebastian tuts at him and taps the underside of his chin in gentle reprimand. “Don’t move.”
His cheeks flush deeper when the glossy dark nail of one elegant thumb flicks the remote and the vibrations come harder. Ciel gasps, dropping his face into the palm Sebastian has beneath his chin and the elder demon chuckles, caressing the flaming skin. Holding him, he pushes the other thumb past plush, parted lips and strokes Ciel’s tongue, which flicks up to wrap around the digit immediately. “Is that good?,” Sebastian asks him, meaning the toy deep inside him, and Ciel can’t answer around his thumb but moan. His eyes fall shut, lashes brushing high cheekbones. They’re wet with pleasure. Sebastian relishes the sight. Ciel is chastised and pliant and wanton, so different from what he displays over the day. All traces of the proud young Earl are gone, a being made up of ecstasy there in his stead.
When the finger vanish from Ciel’s mouth, there’s the beautiful cock he adores to replace it right in front of him. Obediently and without having to be bid, the demonling opens his mouth and wraps his pink lips around the head, uttering a deep, satisfied moan when his tongue rolls over the tip, tasting the first drops of proof how much Sebastian enjoys the show. The older one never thrusts into his mouth too deep or too quick, never rushes him, although Ciel knows just how badly Sebastian wants to just grab his hair and force himself down his throat until he gags and squirms. He could take it, too, his demonic body much more resilient. He suckles devotedly on the smooth flesh, drooling down the shaft just how Sebastian likes it, not that he can help it in this position. His reward is a deep growl from above and a hand stroking his ear and hair.
Although very pleasurable, the buzzing isn’t enough to make Ciel cum. He’s not allowed to rock against the couch, Sebastian holds him quiet steady and would punish him if he caught him, but the boy’s need builds until he breaks free of the thick mouthful. “Please…”
In a flurry of motion, Sebastian has picked him up and placed him on his lap, chest to back, the slick tip of his cock against the twitching little hole. A soft trembling makes the tight muscle nibble against his sensitive flesh and Sebastian realizes it’s the vibration from the bullet running through Ciel’s flesh. He chuckles and brushes his lips against a flush little ear. “Ciel,” he purrs, nuzzling him, “I think I’ll try this toy for myself.”
Before the boy can figure out what he means by that in his pleasure-wracked mind, the elder pushes inside, holding him firmly, until the head of his cock kisses the bullet deep inside him. The nudge shoves the toy more firmly onto his sweet spot and Ciel moans, throwing his head back against his guardian’s shoulder. Sebastian growls into his ear and kisses down his sweaty neck to nibble at the curve to his shoulder, sharp teeth scraping the alabaster skin. The young demon trembles atop him, speared on his cock to the hilt, neither moving until Ciel jerks his hips and Sebastian growls again, wrapping an arm around the boy’s slim middle and thrusting up into him firmly, again and again, each push jostling the buzzing bullet. A litany of gasps, cries and sobs leaves Ciel’s open mouth, fine hair sticking wetly to his forehead and neck. It takes less than two minutes for the boy to spill, against his belly and Sebastian’s forearm, the older demon growling and sinking his teeth into the delicate neck.
Warm blood tasting of a hint of the delectable soul he had lost splashes over his tongue and he fills the boy up, hips stuttering erratically in sudden ecstasy. When his tongue laps the pricked bitemarks, laving over the soft, warm skin with a purr deep in his chest, he finds he hasn’t really lost that soul after all.
Keeping Ciel, like this, warm and alive and willing, his company, his sharp mind, his odd little quirks – all that is suddenly worth much more than a perfect meal.
Sebastian smiles and kisses the panting boy’s temple, nuzzling his nose into the damp, fragrant hair, and flicks off the vibrations via the remote. His hand strokes the sticky cum from his flat belly tenderly and he lifts it to lap his fingers clean; a moment later, Ciel turns his head and helps, the pink little tongue mingling with his own through the fence of his fingers. It’s only half an inch more to the left that Sebastian captures the warm little mouth with his own, tasting the tang of blood and essence and the flavor that is innate to his beloved little imp.
He can’t help but feel that if he ‘posted’ this, there would be thousands of followers for him, but ultimately, all he wants to follow and following him is already here in his lap.
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