Nocturnal Nightmare | By : Bloodysyren Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 2760 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Sebastian wandered slowly down to his room in the servant’s quarters, passing each room swiftly, making sure everyone was asleep, finally reaching his own door and pulled the key from his pocket. Setting the candle down on the bedside table, he pulled his gloves off with a heavy sigh. Today had been an extremely tasking one, with the new “butler” being quite a handful. The only thing that Sebastian really had a problem with was that he talked too much, and most of it was nonsense. Rubbing his temples, he drew the watch from his pocket and placed it beside the flickering candle.
He sat down on his bed to remove his shoes, massaging his feet a little. Being on them all day could really take its toll, even for a demon. Shedding his black jacket, he carefully hung it up in his wardrobe, doing the same with the crisp white shirt he wore everyday. Finally, he removed his pants, the stiff fabric crinkling beneath his fingers as he folded the cloth and hung it just the same behind those dark wooden doors.
Stretching naked behind his locked door, the lithe demon stared up at the ceiling, watching the shadows dance across the paint that was as white as his skin. He pondered over the Young Master’s situation and what was to come next for the heir of the Phantomhive estate and companies. Sebastian felt the cool fabric underneath his warm body, fingers twining and curling against the dark blue sheets, fisting in the sea of expensive threads. Tiredly, he crawled underneath the sheets, enveloping himself in the cool, comforting enclosure of sleep.
As the reel of dreams started to play, the young butler wandered into the rooms of his charge, finding no one, he knocked gently on the door and opened it with a creak, reminding himself to oil it later on. He instantly forgot that thought, staring dumbfounded at the surprising sight before him. An instantly recognizable man lay on the bed, his long red hair splayed beautifully across the crème colored pillows. He struggled as he heard the noise from the door and raised his blindfolded head a little, as if he could tell who it was.
Sebastian smiled a little and closed the door behind him, locking it. He slid up to the side of the bed and placed a finger to the lips of the bound Grell, hushing the instant, silent protest for release. The shinigami had a white cloth tied around his mouth, muting anything other than grunts or, soon to come, moans. The black-haired demon crawled up onto the tall bed, straddling Grell’s hips, tilting his head down to lap at the side of his neck, making those ribbons of blood red sway and twist with the oral ministrations being received. When Sebastian came up to survey his handiwork, there was a large hickey that rivaled the color of Grell’s hair, and his blush.
A muffled groan was forced from the bound death god as Sebastian ground his hips into the man below him, relishing in the sweet friction, that hot contact that sent an electric shock to his chest. He let a soft groan escape his lips, body still getting shivers from feeling that growing arousal spark flames of lust within his body, making him even harder. Sebastian could already feel the stifling heat from Grell’s body encompassing his own, fingers tracing the curves of muscles, pale and hard.
He continued to grind against the bound man below him, but soon, it was no longer enough. He wanted more. Glancing down, he noticed that he was already naked, as well as staring unabashedly at the exposed body below him, strong cock jutting between their bodies. He leaned forward to untie the sash from around Grell’s eyes, those amber shards boring right through his body. Sebastian leaned forward again and pressed Grell’s legs against his chest, sliding fingers into the tight entrance presented to him. The red-haired beauty struggled against the bonds holding him fast as his mouth opened around the cloth in a throaty moan, pushing back onto the fingers inside, whimpering uncontrollably, his body shaking with pure need.
The demon’s cock twitched against his stomach, wanting to feel what his fingers were, that tight, hot cavern, to be buried hilt-deep inside that writhing body below him. Sebastian could hear the shuddering cries for release. Finally, he pulled his fingers out slowly, pouring some oil on his fingers, he slicked his aching erection, reminding himself that there was something much better to come. He readied himself at Grell’s tight entrance and pushed in smoothly, the tight rings of muscle sliding apart easily, swallowing him whole, greedy for more.
He threw his head back, nails digging into the death god’s thighs, he could barely stand to move from the all-encompassing heat, that molten cavern twitched and pulsed around him. As he pulled out slowly, a low growl escaped him as he felt the low rumble of a moan being pulled from the man below him. With a sharp cry, he plunged back in, whimpering as the thighs shuddered under his harsh grip. He sped up the pace, his nails causing trails of blood to stain the crisp sheets below their coupling.
The demonic butler awoke with a start and a gasp, sitting bolt upright, feeling his arousal twitch in his tight fist. He collapsed back onto the dark sheets, lifting the hand to his lips, lapping at his knuckle, tasting himself. He smiled tiredly and sat up again, wandering to the bathroom in the dark, cursing inwardly that he had absentmindedly wasted a candle. After he had cleaned himself off, he stretched out again underneath the sheets and as he was falling back into the world of dreams, he mumbled,
“How disgraceful. What would the Young Master think?”
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