"Young Master." A deep sigh.

"Yes, Sebastian?" A quirked brow.

"I think it is time for your bath, sir."

A dark chuckle resounded through the room. "Hm. Is that so."

Sebastian sighed softly under his breath. He adjusted his tie and cleared his throat. The young master had clearly not aged like a fine wine. If anything, he'd gotten more and more ornery with each passing year. Now, at a rearing 19 years old, and with one week until his twentieth birthday, he wouldn't be enduring that party sans kicking and screaming.

But we digress. Back to the matters at hand.

Ciel brushed aside a lock of his midnight navy hair. "Get me a tumbler of port and I'll consider." He settled into his wing-backed chair, propping his long legs on the desk, crossed at the ankles. He steepled his hands at his waist.

Sebastian clicked open his pocket watch with a gloved hand— not that this was necessary. One could tell the time of day simply by peering through the slight cracks in the blackout curtains.

Ciel cocked an impatient brow. "Sebastian? Don't leave me waiting. I have little patience this morning."

The butler rolled his eyes. "Yes, and liquor will only make you... feistier, if you will."

Cie sat up, swinging his legs over the desk and leaning forward most threateningly. He would have his ambrosia. He would see to it.

Sebastian nodded slightly and went to the side board, pouring an amber colored liquor from the crystal decanter.

"Thank you," Ciel grumbled. "Go on and pour some for yourself."

The demon now rolled his eyes openly, but only because his back was turned. He sighed yet again as he put a few cubes into the squat glass. "No, thank you, Young Master. I find the smell to be foul and the taste to be acrid." A slight untruth, for it was for these two reasons that Sebastian rather enjoyed the drink.

Ciel harrumphed. "Sebastian."

"Yes?"

"Have a drink."

The demon quirked a suspicious brow. He peered over his shoulder to find the other stalking closer to him, slowly, slowly.

"It's a bit early for me, sir." As a matter of fact, it was ten o'clock, though with the lighting in the study, one would assume ten at night.

"Don't make me say it," Ciel warned, almost pleadingly. The young man breathed down his neck. He was quite tall, the butler observed. Two nimble hands threaded into Sebastian's hair from behind. He tensed.

"Whatever do you mean, sir? Are you going to order me to drink with you?" His hair stood on end at the warmth, and his skin broke into gooseflesh under his sleeves as he felt petal soft lips brush over his ear.

"If it should come to that, then yes. I'll order you."

"Need I remind you, young master, that it is only ten o'clock in the morning? Perhaps later tonight, maybe?"

Ciel growled softly, his voice low and smooth. "I did not mean tonight. I want it now. And you'll join me."

"Truly sir, I'm quite alright without it." Sebastian shuddered at the touch of the other's tongue under his ear. This was certainly proving to be an interesting morning. The demon decided to continue to resist, as long as his young master continued to persist.

"Pour... yourself... a drink," the blue eyed boy enticed.

"That will not be necessary."

"I'm going to say it," he warned again.

Oh. An order? Sebastian smirked, choosing to remain silent. Ciel's hands crept down his butler's chest, adroitly undoing the buttons of his tailcoat before grazing over his nether regions.

"...Please?" he whispered, pushing his hands a little rougher against the other.

Sebastian clenched his teeth against the vocalization of need rising through his chest.

"Yes... my lord," he managed to grind out.

The demon struggled to steady his hands enough to pour the second glass, and even as he did so, the young bastard rubbing himself against him proceeded to loosen his belt, unbutton his trousers, and unzip them halfway.

"Take a swig," Ciel continued, stepping back to shrug off the waistcoat and tie he'd been wearing since the previous night, and to admire his handy work.

Sebastian continued to clean up the decanter and sideboard, an easy smirk upon his thin lips. His hair was disheveled from his master's ministrations, and it now hung in his face, much to his annoyance.

"Please, Sebastian, have a sip, take a seat." Ciel lounged against his desk, leaning on an arm as he watched the other.

The butler picked up the two tumblers and set one down next to the earl's hand. He sat down primly in one of the two seats facing the desk.

Ciel prowled around his study, undoing his shirt buttons, taking off his vest, leaving a trail of clothing items. He kicked his shoes off and tugged off his socks and pants before he stood behind Sebastian's chair in his undergarments.

Sebastian raised the glass to his lips indifferently, sipping it gently.

Ciel was impatient. He reached in front of the butler and struck the bottom of the glass. "Oh, blast," he sighed in mock pity. The port spilled down the front of the butler's crisply pressed shirt.

"Oh, dear," Sebastian mumbled. "That port was expensive, and now I've gone and wasted it."

"Sod the port! Look at your shirt. Off with it. Can't be comfortable." The blue eyed boy slid his hands over Sebastian's pectorals, popping each button loose, one at a time, until it fell open, revealing a muscled abdomen and prominent hip bones. The demon's skin seared at every curious touch from his master. He stopped the other with a gloved hand.

"Young master," he sighed, "Is this all necessary? If you want something, you merely need ask for it, sir."

Ciel clapped his hands condescendingly. "Oh, good. We can stop this ridiculousness."

"We go through this every time, my lord," Sebastian groaned disdainfully.

Ciel's eyes narrowed, his jaw set. "Shut up. I order you to remove your clothes."

"Yes, my lord," he assented, but the other's irritation continued to build. The butler rose and carefully loosened his tie, pulling it slowly from around his neck. He was grateful for the interaction. He'd been tense with sexual need, but of course, he could not very well tell his master that.

Ciel walked around the chair and perched on the desk, moistening his lips. A thin sheen of sweat had settled over his chest. He chewed his lower lip, turning it red, and brushed his hair behind his ear as he removed his eye patch. He was straining against his undershorts.

Sebastian began to fold his tie neatly, then pulled off his gloves, one finger at a time.

Ciel growled frustratedly. Honestly, could that bastard not see that he was ready to hump the goddamned desk? His erection throbbed against the fabric of his shorts and he sucked in a hissing breath. "Hurry up, Sebastian! Stop folding your clothes. Take them off!" He grabbed his glass and drank the alcohol in large gulps, the liquid sliding out of the corner of his mouth, and he spat an ice cube back into his hand, his chest heaving with each breath. He shoved his hand down his shorts, rubbing it frantically over his stiff shaft. His knees weakened and a string of profanities fell from his lips, his voice growing hoarse.

Sebastian watched this with polite interest, although his cock throbbed appreciatively in his pants. At last his torso was completely bare. He sat down and untied his shoes, pulling off his socks. His muscles rippled as he stood.

"I'm afraid I don't have any undershorts on, sir."

"WHY THE HELL NOT?"

"Why does this upset you?"

Ciel stood, and with a grunt, yanked down Sebastian's pants. He took the demon's girth into his mouth. He sighed against him and began to suck on him, running his tongue along the underside of his shaft, which he knew to be sensitive on the other.

Sebastian moaned quietly, his hips rolling forward, and he held Ciel's head against him.

Ciel abruptly removed his mouth, wiping it off with the back of his hand.

"Is there a problem, young master?" Sebastian's voice was almost as calm and collected as usual, but his breath came through his nose hotly.

"I know that sound," Ciel growled. "You're going to cum."

"And?" he asked, unimpressed.

"I order you not to. You can't until I tell you otherwise." Ciel's chest heaved, nipples taut, stomach clenching.

"Yes, my lord," the demon relinquished. He didn't mention his master's nearness to completion, himself. Ciel loved to be a hypocrite.

Ciel stood and kissed Sebastian sloppily. The demon wondered why his master always waited until he was full to bursting with need before they did things like this. After so long an intermission between their trysts, it always ended in a mess.

He kissed back roughly. It seemed he was equally to blame.

"S-Sebastian," the younger breathed against his lips. "Please..." He ground against the other's unrelenting body.

Sebastian opened his eyes. He'd hardly realized he'd closed them.

"Where?" He huffed urgently. His erection throbbed sporadically.

"I-In the chair!" Ciel cried hoarsely, sweaty hair sticking to his face and neck.

Sebastian kicked off his trousers and sat down roughly.

"No!" the earl roared, a bead of sweat trickling between his shoulder blades. "Not that chair! My chair!"

The butler stood and strode to the high-backed chair behind the other's desk. He sat down with legs spread and waited. Ciel fought his way out of his boxers, stumbling and nearly falling as he yanked them off of his ankle, then made his way behind the desk.

He braced his hands on the handles of his locked desk drawers and pushed his bare bottom towards his butler.

Sebastian clenched his teeth as he scoot forward, pushing his dry middle and ring fingers into the young earl's rear with ease.

"Mmm..." The earl's chest heaved with shallow breaths, saliva pooling in his mouth. Sebastian pumped his fingers in and out, and precum flowed freely from the head of his member. He curled his fingers upward with no word of warning as his muscles clenched. His breathing was uneven, and his cock throbbed angrily from need.

But he had an order to follow. He gripped himself roughly to prevent himself from losing control. "Aah," he whined quietly.

"NO!" Ciel cried, clenching around his butler's fingers.

Sebastian conceded. He was red in the face and sweating bullets, but he would follow his orders. Ciel's cheeks were pink, his squared jaw set tight.

"Please, Sebastian. Take me. Fuck me in the chair."

The demon pulled the other to lay back against him, caressing Ciel's pectorals and lightly touching his nipples.

"Ah... Ah..." Ciel squirmed aimlessly, and within seconds he was coming, biting into the hand he'd covered his mouth with.

Sebastian was relieved. The first release was always the hardest to achieve for his master.

Even though Ciel hadn't finished his stream of cream, Sebastian grabbed his hips and pushed his pleading cock into him.

The younger's head fell back onto Sebastian's shoulder. "Nngh!" he moaned, gripping onto the arms of the chair. His back arched as Sebastian lifted him by his thighs to ride him. He could see how his master's muscles rippled beneath his skin, struggling through his prolonged orgasm.

Sebastian's head fell back, and he arched as well, pushing against the cushions, the chair tilting back precariously as the demon pushed up on his toes. It slid back with a screech against the wooden floors.

Ciel writhed against him, pushing frantically to meet each thrust given.

Sebastian moaned roughly, eyes falling closed, and pulled one of Ciel's thighs up to his chest as he ravaged the other's neck, biting, licking, sucking.

Ciel's face was moist with sweat and watering eyes. He pushed himself up and down with a lithe leg, freeing Sebastian's other hand. The chair rocked, thumping back down with each buck.

The demon pushed his middle finger into his master's mouth. Ciel sucked fervently, whining with increasing volume. Sebastian withdrew his finger, a trail of saliva following it, and slid his hand down Ciel's rippling torso.

The heat coursing through the demon's body left his skin beading with sweat, and again, his muscles contracted, causing him to push on Ciel's pelvis to slam him down onto his member.

"Mmm," he groaned, his eyes screwing shut.

"No... No..." Ciel huffed.

The chair scraped against the floor. They shifted back father.

Sebastian conceded. His hand smoothed over the other's light trail of hair that trailed from his navel down, pushing through the light curls above his groin to grip the base of Ciel's ever-leaking cock.

"AH! Fuck!"

It pulsed in the demon's grip.

"S-Sebastian, ah!"

"My lord... please..."

"Yes! Yes, do it!"

Sebastian let out a guttural sound of pleasure, holding Ciel's leg tighter against his chest and pushing up into him.

Ciel threw himself back against Sebastian and the chair went flying back. It smacked against the wall, scraping down the plaster and thudding onto the hardwood, and the two went tumbling with it.

They lay there against each other, sweaty and covered in ejaculate. After a few moments, Ciel wriggled his bottom. "Don't pull out."

"Yes, my lord."

A metallic clatter sounded as the draperies and curtain rods were pulled to the floor, caught under the arm chair. The papers on the desk were out of their neat stacks, the varnish on the drawers deeply scratched.

"Sebastian?"

"Young Master?"

"Do you remember when we had a go round in the wine cellar and broke all of those bottles?"

Sebastian chuckled. "Vaguely, but yes."

"I knocked the glass of port off my desk. I kicked it when we fell."

Sebastian tried to sit up a little to see where, sure enough, lethal bits of crystal rolled on the wooden floors like the pearls of a broken necklace. However, Ciel was rather in the way. The amber liquid made a lazy course along the floor.

"Oh dear."

A creak, followed by a crash. "I think that was the decanter, Sebastian."

"Well. More port wasted. Apologies, young master."