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"What do you mean, you don't like cherries? Everyone likes cherries, Ciel!"
"Not me," the grey-haired earl replies dryly. His gaze only lingers on Alois for a second before he focuses his attention back on the chess board before him. Few people – if any – have the patience to put up with Alois's antics; Ciel is one of them.
"But you do!" he insists; he's holding a cherry by its stem with his index finger and thumb, and he dangles the fruit in front of Ciel's eye as he leans across the table with a tantalizing stare. Alois has the sweet scent of cherries on his breath, warm against Ciel's lips as he presses on with, "Just try one!"
"I don't like them, Alois," Ciel retorts, lifting a hand to push the cherry away from his face, and he's inwardly hoping that Alois will go with it.
Alois isn't easily discouraged by people brushing him off; he's used to it, and in fact, he takes it as a challenge, one that he won't back down from. And Ciel is quite the delicious challenge, if he does say so himself. Ciel's attempt to push Alois away only brings the blond earl an extra boost of persistence.
One arm slams down on the table and sweeps across the checkered board, black and white chess pieces raining on the floor; with the desk clear, Alois props himself on his elbows, biting into the cherry he's been holding, and brings himself closer, lying on his stomach on the table.
"You ignorant buffoon–"
"Ciel, did you know–" Alois chirps, unfazed, "–that if you can tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue, you're an excellent kisser?"
Only one chess piece remains on the table, the black king, and Ciel has picked it up and tentatively set it down on the corner of the desk, well out of Alois's way. Afterwards, he folds his arms across his chest and regards the flirtatious blond with a cold glare. "I don't care."
"It all depends on how you work your tongue." The gleam in those alluring sapphire eyes almost makes Ciel's skin crawl; the cherry stem is all that remains, and he catches it between his teeth, cheerily murmuring, "Let me show you how it's done."
Ciel isn't amused in the slightest, but he doesn't look away, instead eyeing the movement of Alois's cheeks as his tongue twists the cherry stem into a knot in his mouth. When Alois finishes, he sticks out his tongue, the knotted stem resting atop his contract seal. It isn't that Ciel is amazed or anything, but he finds it mildly surprising that it only took upwards of eleven seconds for Alois to complete the task.
The palm of Alois's hand presses against the desk as he leans up with aim for Ciel's mouth, the cherry stem bobbing between his lips as he says, "Now, why don't you try?"
Ciel shoves hand against Alois's shoulder and scoffs. "I'm allergic."
Notes: Is Ciel 'allergic' to cherries or is he 'allergic' to Alois? *I do plan on this containing NSFW in the future; that's why it's marked as M. I'm obsessed with these two, but I'm not sure if I do them justice. Please, let me know?