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Morning Wood	By : phoeyay Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 7154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: As implied by the title, this piece is not to be taken too seriously. This is epic-length PWP with some angst. I will warn you copiously when the water sports are about to happen. (It's Chapter 6).
Characters are slightly more OOC compared to most of my other works. I prefer to think I stretched them rather than breaking them. This is probably not as severely kinky as it would sound from all the warnings (BDSM is very light, etc.).
This story is already finished, just not edited, and the whole thing will eventually go up on AFF, but sticking to a schedule annoys me, so I'll just say I'll probably publish at least one chapter per week, or more if the chapters are short.
As always, enjoy my fangirl fantasy! xoxo phoeyay

Chapter 1: Play the Game
Sebastian could not look away. He was mesmerized, tantalized, and paralyzed. His bocchan was asleep, completely unaware of his very visible arousal beneath the sheets, which was causing a small tent to form. The master stirred slightly in his sleep, emitting a slight moan, and thrust the little bulge upward. The demon butler smiled in spite of himself. His bocchan…. he was so… cute.
The demon would not touch his master without permission, other than in the performance of his duties as a butler. Luckily, those duties provided for a lot of opportunities to touch quite intimately. Sebastian had begun to harbor an intense lust for the tainted little soul that had given itself into his care. Being a demon, lust was within his nature, but was usually quite indiscriminate in its object. This was more… focused, somehow. Sebastian gloried in the new experience of torment that it brought upon him to desire someone who did not appear to desire him - who possibly did not even understand desire. Oh, but his body understands desire all too well...
Bocchan's … problem … looked as if it were not going away anytime soon. Sebastian had been standing there staring for at least fifteen minutes, and realized he may have lingered too long. One of his little master's eyes cracked open slightly. He rubbed his face sleepily. " … bastian … wuh …."
"My lord appears … tense … this morning." Sebastian regarded the adorable sleepy young earl critically. He's not quite awake. "Perhaps a massage would help to ease the strain?"
Ciel looked up at his butler with bleary eyes, blinking slowly, still not ready to leave the comfort of his bed. Sebastian was being unusually kind not to throw open the blinds as normal this morning.
"… Ver' wll… " mumbled the young lord, and attempted to turn on his stomach, gasped in pain, and turned onto his back again. "mmph…" The boy's eyes drifted closed again. Sebastian could not keep a quiet chuckle from bubbling up inside him. His master was indeed adorable when he was half-awake. The butler leaned over his small charge, and began to lightly massage the earl's temples with his capable fingers, rewarded for his actions by a soft sigh of pleasure from his master.
Sebastian would play the game now. The game of touch, touch, and almost caress, but not quite. The game of leaning close enough to kiss but never crossing the line. The game of brushing casually against the most sensitive areas, but never acknowledging it had happened.
The game was exquisite agony for a demon, and just pure agony for a man. Luckily, Sebastian was more demon than man. The very male reaction which happened between his legs as his capable hands traveled oh-so-discreetly across his lord's midsection, just grazing the hard little nipples on the way down, was a quiet torment that most humans would want to relieve as soon as possible, but that Sebastian preferred to savor for as long as he could.
Sebastian leaned closer to his master in order to massage his shoulders. The posture would have been awkward for a human, but Sebastian managed to make it look elegant… and managed to casually brush against his bocchan's arousal in the process.
Suddenly, CIel arched up, thrusting out his hard-on even more. "Ah… Sebastian…"
The demon's eyes widened. To hear bocchan speak his name with such unencumbered lust… He doubted his young lord was entirely awake. Perhaps he did not even know Sebastian was there. Sebastian was not sure which he preferred to believe, but he knew that hearing his name spoken in such a way had ignited a fresh passion within him. …Delicious…
Sebastian moved silently toward the end of the bed and took hold of his master's delicate foot, poking out from beneath the sheet. He held it in his hands like a priceless treasure, lightly stroking the sole with both this thumbs. A small shudder went through the boy's frame as he felt the gentle caress. His butler moved up his calf, digging into the taut muscles, lingering just on the edge of pain.
Ciel was coming awake now, but did not see any reason to stop his butler's odd ministrations. He simply relaxed back and enjoyed the feel of Sebastian's strong hands gliding over his thighs, making another pass to dig deeper into the muscle, spreading a warm feeling of release…
Sebastian moved higher. Ciel tensed slightly as the butler grasped his buttocks and began to knead them. He glanced down… only to be confronted with the sight of his own very obvious arousal. Oh, damn… Sebastian could not possibly have failed to notice it.
The young lord blushed bright fuchsia for one moment of pure embarrassment, then he gained possession of himself once again and reacted as any young lord should react to being put in a compromising position - with anger.
"Sebastian, unhand me immediately! How dare you touch me in such a familiar way? Out!"
Ever attentive to his young lord's orders, the demon immediately backed away, bowing gracefully and taking leave of his master. Luckily, Ciel did not see the smile that passed over his butler's features as he turned toward the door. It was not sardonic, nor was it ingratiating or polite. It was genuine. Sebastian was full of joy. Just knowing that would most likely have made Ciel's blood run cold.

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Sebastian's exquisite torment had just increased tenfold. More importantly, the demon had passed it on to his master as well. Sebastian knew full well why his master had sent him away. He knew the boy's stuffy British sense of propriety would war with his raging hormones until it created the most perfect, beautiful cocktail of lust and agony for the demon to sip from, slowly, oh, so slowly, for as long as he might like.

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Ciel, left to dress himself on his own, sputtered furiously. He was shaking with anger, flushed with embarrassment, hot with… oh, God… the memory of his butler leaning over him, staring intently into his face… it did not spark anger, not in the least. Instead, it made him want…
want…
Ciel was not sure what he wanted… and that infuriated him more. Bloody demon, if I could just…
…kiss him…
The thought had come unbidden, but now it would not go away. No, no, no! Ciel shouted to himself, vainly. Of course I don't want that. What kind of deviant….
Quietly, a voice made itself heard. It was the voice that told Ciel which deals were worth pouncing on and which were not. It was the one that had kept him away from many an unsavory associate, given him hunches that brought criminals to justice in Her Majesty's name, and saved his company from spiraling into bankruptcy more times than he could count. His inner voice. His gut instinct - the only voice he ever truly trusted.
Yes, it said. Yes, you do want that. You know you do.
Ciel flinched. If there was anything a businessman had to be, it was honest with himself. Honest about his weaknesses… and about his wants.
"… and I want …"
Sebastian casually ducked in the door with a tea tray. His master may have ordered him away before, but it was still his job to bring tea and dress his young lord.
"Yes, my lord?"
"I want my bloody tea! Why is it late?"
"My deepest apologies, my lord. It was unforgivable of me. It will not happen again."
"Get on with it then…" Ciel stood from the bed and allowed himself to be changed into daytime attire.
Sebastian noted with interest that the young lord still had a very pronounced hard-on. Now, though, he didn't seem in the least concerned or embarrassed by it. Indeed, he did not even seem to notice it was there. Doesn't know what to do with it, most likely… Sebastian smirked at the thought. There was still the problem of getting the young lord into his trousers, though. It would not do to stretch them, and the damned thing was sticking straight out at the most obstinate angle, making it impossible to properly fasten the outfit the butler had picked for that day.
At a loss, the demon cast about for more appropriate attire. He took the original outfit back into the young lord's expansive closet, and found an Italian frock-coat and slightly baggier trousers which nicely masked what was hidden below. If he wants to walk around with his John Thomas waving about all day, that's his affair…
Ciel allowed himself to be fastened into his butler's outfit of choice. Some tasteless Italian getup today. He really did not know why Sebastian insisted on dressing him in such frilly things. Suddenly, though, he realized a mistake had been made.
"Sebastian?"
"Sir?"
"Haven't you forgotten something?"
"I do not believe so, my lord."
"What about my underthings?"
Sebastian thought fast. "It is traditional not to wear them with this particular outfit, my lord. You will find you do not need them, thanks to the shape and fall of the trousers."
"That hardly seems proper."
"Even the English aristocracy does things that would not be considered proper, my lord. You of all people should know that." Sebastian, who was kneeling on the floor to tie a ribbon around his young lord's neck, was suddenly much closer than Ciel wanted to admit he liked. He spoke softly, intimately, almost in a whisper, but very clear to his master's ear an inch from his lips. "It does not have to be proper as long as no one finds out."
The young lord's eyes widened. He felt a pronounced pulse in his groin …Sebastian… Ciel found that he wanted very badly to touch himself down there. "Are you finished, Sebastian?"
"Yes, my lord. I have laid out your appointments in the log book on your desk. The first of them is in two hours, at ten o'clock."
"Very well, Sebastian. You may go."
Immediately as the door shut, Ciel undid the trousers he'd just been buttoned into. He was glad now that there were no smallclothes. The thought made him feel naughty, which made him feel oddly hot all over … like the thought of kissing my butler…. Ciel sighed. He wanted what he wanted. It couldn't be helped. He pulled down the trousers like he would if he were going to the lavatory, and stared down at his bulging cock.
He reached a hand down and gave an experimental stroke on the underside of his member. Sensation shuddered through him and his knees went weak "Ah…" The member pulsed.
Ciel was not sure what else to do next, so he stroked it again. And again.
Small beads of moisture began to form at the tip of his cock, leaking slowly down and running along the underside, pooling in the sensitive flesh around his balls. He grasped his shaft completely with his right hand and gasped loudly at the feel of it. He tightened his grip, and began pumping the hand up and down. Sebastian, would you ever do this for me? The thought of Sebastian touching him there… "Oohhhhh…" the young lord moaned wantonly.
Ciel remembered then - Sebastian had just been touching him. He'd given him that very improper massage, leaning close, grasping his buttocks, brushing against….
Suddenly, Ciel felt a crest of pleasure within him as viscous white fluid fountained from his engorged prick, overflowing onto his hand, dripping down onto the immaculate red velvet trousers around his ankles, some splattering onto the rug.
The young lord stepped calmly out of the pool of his ruined trousers and rang for his butler.

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"My lord, I wish you had done that before I dressed you."
"Done what?" Ciel fixed his best deadpan glare on his butler.
It didn't work. Sebastian boldly reached out and dabbed the drying liquid from the tip of his master's cock. It was his job to keep the young lord clean, after all… "Why, pleasured yourself, of course."
"That is none of your concern. I'll thank you not to bring it up again." Ciel said rather sulkily.
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