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Chapter 3: Revision
"Enough, Sebastian. That could have gone seriously wrong, and you know it."
"Not in the least, my lord. I had the situation well… in hand. Now if you'll pardon me..."
"One moment, Sebastian."
Sebastian paused, halfway to the door, and looked over his shoulder.
"Turn all the way around."
Sebastian obeyed, and Ciel felt a small burst of satisfaction.
"You appear to have a small problem, Sebastian…" Ciel eyed the obvious bulge between his butler's legs.
"I assure you, my lord, it is anything but small. However, you are very tired from your activities this morning. You must not concern yourself with such things. I will take care of it myself."
"Very well, Sebastian, please proceed. I am interested to see your technique."
Sebastian stopped again in the middle of turning towards the door. "Bocchan? Do you mean for me to…."
"You wanted to teach me the art of pleasuring myself, did you not? What better opportunity for a demonstration?"
Sebastian felt suddenly even more aroused, and also felt a spike of pure pride in his master's ability to turn a situation to his advantage. Or at least, what the master perceived as his advantage…
"You're correct, of course, bocchan. I'll begin at once."
Sebastian stepped closer to his master, crossing to stand to one side of his desk, so there was nothing separating the two of them. Very slowly, he unbuttoned his trousers and freed his engorged member. Ciel's eyes widened a little. The demon had been right - it was anything but small.
The demon's eyes seemed to darken as he matched Ciel's gaze insolently. Ciel could almost imagine, looking into those eyes, what his butler might be thinking of, the things the demon wanted to do to him... Sebastian's eyes darted down for a moment, and Ciel jumped as he realized he had never closed his trousers and his cock was still hanging out at rather a ridiculous angle. He blushed a beautiful shade of scarlet and scrambled to tuck in his shirt.
As he did so, Sebastian spread around the pre-cum from the tip of his member and began pumping it quickly up and down. His movements alternated, from slow to fast to slow and back to fast again, and as he thrust into his hand, his eyes never left his master. He seemed to be eating the master up with those lovely red eyes…
Without realizing what he was doing, Ciel stepped closer, fascinated by this lustful side to his butler which he had only imagined before today. "I would not advise coming… too close… just now… bocchan…" Sebastian began, but before Ciel could react, his butler let out a long, shuddering breath and released a hot jet of semen all over his young master's face and hair.
Ciel, rather dumbfounded, simply stood and stared at his butler for a moment. Then Sebastian was, again, back in control. "I did warn you, bocchan," he remarked with a velvety chuckle as he swabbed off some of the worse spots with a clean handkerchief. "Come along upstairs. I will draw your bath."
Sebastian didn't volunteer the information, but the sight of his bocchan covered in his semen had rather nullified the effects of pleasuring himself. He now was faced with the same problem he'd supposedly gotten rid of. He quickly tucked it into his trousers and did a better job of hiding it this time. It would not do to seem too eager.
***
As Sebastian sponged his master off, suddenly the implacably professional butler again in spite of his hidden arousal, Ciel tried to put his thoughts in order. He had enjoyed today's activities immensely, but somehow, nothing had quite gone as expected. He had not accounted, he supposed, for Sebastian's rather commanding personality.
He pondered with a mix of admiration and exasperation the way in which his butler had stayed unflappable and in control while performing two acts which seemed as though they should have been terribly demeaning.
He still had an undeniable attraction to his butler, but now he had another urge - the urge to win. The urge to, perhaps just once, see Sebastian brought down a peg, see him humiliated - see him lose control. Yes. Ciel could clearly see this was a game, and, as with all games, Ciel intended to win it.
A/N: For those more familiar with US English, "Revision" in the sense used for the chapter title means studying or reviewing material, usually for a test. I was going to name this chapter "Review" but (1) Revision sounds more British, and it is set in England after all, and (2) I didn't want people to think the title was demanding that they review my work or something :P - I am glad if y'all are finding and enjoying my stuff. That's all I ask!
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