PART ONE
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The air was hot inside the small and cramped truck. A half-dozen or more civilians were squashed in the back seat and on the floor. Some were bleeding, others were dirty or sporting torn cloths, and all were soaking wet and exhausted. On the exposed flatbed even more people were huddled together, trying to shield themselves from the pelting rain and roaring wind. Out there the air was a chilling cold. One of these unfortunate civilians was a young man, who shivered where he sat wedged in the outer corner of the trunk, feeling the hard side jab him with every bump in the flooded road. From beneath the hood of his sweatshirt his bright blue eyes opened occasionally to take in the devastation they encountered as they drove. Storefronts were smashed in by stray branches or just the sheer force of the wind itself, trees were down everywhere as were power lines, signs, and traffic lights. Many houses were either ripped open on the side or completely collapsed. Even the houses and properties that appeared untouched at first glance could reveal some level of damage if closer inspected; fences blown down, roof shingles torn off, or showers of shrapnel and debris littering lawns, porches, and roofs.
Ciel closed his bright eyes again, trying to curl as tightly into himself as he could, as though he were able to disappear by making himself smaller. This hurricane...it had destroyed his home. The entire night had been a shock; first hearing the sirens blaring, then the roaring wind, and sounds of breaking glass and then the flash flooding driving everyone on Ciel's block out of their homes and into emergency shelters and the homes of willing volunteers. And he should have been ready for it. His mother always had chastised him for not watching the news enough, not informing himself about the world around him. Ciel had never felt her words more strongly than now. Had he just been watching his TV in the past few days rather than only using it to watch movies he might had been able to prepare...might have known it was coming. Then again, he had sent his TV away the night before last, but that didn't matter because he should have known before that...
The young man's thoughts were interrupted as the truck came to halt under the glaring lights of the relief station. He and the many others crammed into the trunk eagerly climbed out as it was opened for them. Ciel winced as he felt the water in his shoes as he followed the others; he had been trudging through the flood waters on his street before someone from the relief mission found him. He hated the feeling of the soaking socks and shoes. The thought of what might be in that water made him shudder inside. He and the rest of the victimized people were herded into the shelter, a YMCA that had been taken over by the mission due to its size. Although as soon as Ciel set foot into the place he knew it was going to be a rough couple of days. There were refugees everywhere, in all the chairs, sitting cross-legged or sprawled on the floor, standing and waiting...it looked as though the place was packed beyond capacity, and this was just the lobby. If it was this crowded here, Ciel didn't even want to think how full the gym was, or where he might have to sleep this night.
He was in a daze as it was, his mind numb to what was happening around him, until a voice called his name.
"Ciel? Ciel!"
He looked around, trying to discern who amongst the crowd of people had called to him, and who would recognize him. His name was not a common one, and so he knew that whoever they were, they were calling to him. The next second he saw a man, a few years older than himself, maneuvering his way through the crowd toward him. He was just a bit taller than everyone around him, his jet-black head standing a few inches higher than the crowds'. Ciel managed to muster up a weary smile as the man reached him.
"Sebastian." He answered, feeling a strange relief flooding him at seeing a familiar face.
"Ciel what are you doing here?" Sebastian asked with concern, looking the young man over from his impressive height. "You don't actually...need this place...do you?"
His tone was kind but Ciel heard his hesitancy to ask the question. He was suddenly conscious of his muddy-water-soaked clothes, his untidy hair which was frizzy from all the rainwater, and the single bag he carried over his shoulder, which was likewise battered.
"I'm afraid so." He answered, "My home..."
Ciel bit his lip and gazed at the floor as a completely unexpected burst of grief threatened to make him cry. He felt a comforting hand on his shoulder, and he found himself looking up into a pair of compassionate eyes, fairly glowing with kindness behind small but fashionable glasses.
"I am so sorry, Ciel..."
There was a short moment of almost communal loss before Sebastian gave his shoulders a squeeze and said,
"That settles it then; you're coming home with me."
"What?" Ciel asked, as his wrist was grasped and he was led behind the taller man through the crowd.
"I drove down here because I wanted to offer my guestroom to a refugee," Sebastian said over his shoulder, "they mentioned on the news that the shelter was over capacity and that it could use willing citizens to open their homes. My conscious was pricked, and I came down. I'm very glad I did or who knows where you'd end up tonight?"
"I was thinking something of the same sort right before I saw you." Ciel said, feeling immeasurably relieved that he was not going to be crammed into some small spot on the floor and asked to sleep. The rain was quite unwelcome as Sebastian led him out into the back parking lot, and Ciel was glad when they were inside Sebastian's car. It was a surprisingly posh vehicle, Ciel realized belatedly, once they had pulled back into the streets and it seemed a shame to drag such a fine machine through such filthy water.
"Nice car." Ciel murmured.
"Thank you, Ciel." Sebastian said, stroking the steering wheel with affection. "I am fond of her."
"Oh it's a 'her' is it?" Ciel asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Sebastian glanced over at him, being sure to peer at him from over his glasses inquisitively.
"With such sleek lines and seductive interior? Of course it's a 'her'."
Ciel chuckled lightly.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to lean back against 'her' 'seductive interior' for a little while...I'm very tired."
"Go right ahead, she won't mind." Sebastian said. "We have a little ways to go I'm afraid. I live in the higher district, so it's a good twenty minutes drive. Feel free to doze, you must be exhausted, poor thing."
Ciel nodded, and then adjusted his seat to lean back, pressing his cheek to the cool leather headrest and closing his eyes. The hum of the engine and the sound of the rain striking the windows lulled him into a deep doze, where he remained for the rest of their trip.
He did not know Sebastian Michaelis very closely, but had seen and spoken with him often at the local library. Ciel loved to read, and Sebastian was always the librarian who checked out his books for him. They would usually have a brief discussion about the books Ciel selected, Sebastian always having a smart comment or opinion about the works of fiction. The younger man always assumed that it was because Sebastian was a student at one of the many local universities, or something along those lines because he seemed so well-versed. Being a librarian seemed the perfect fit for a student. He suspected that Sebastian was only a few years older than himself, so he considered that it was possible for him to be through with college, while Ciel was not even half finished. They connected for a completely different reason altogether, however, and that was because they were both British. It was soothing to hear each other's accents here in Boston, Massachusetts. It reminded them of home.
Ciel had grown up in England with his parents, but they moved to Boston when Ciel was ten years old to be near his uncle, aunt, and little cousin Lizzie. Seven years later, however, and Ciel's father was given a generous offer he if was to return to his previous job in England, with a better position and earning a better salary. Ciel was torn, but opted to stay in Boston and finish out his college studies before joining his parents in England. Sebastian's story was more mysterious, as Ciel never got a straight answer from him as to why he had decided to leave England and settle down in the U.S. He always responded with a vague-sounding answer about exploring new opportunities and places.
"Ciel, wake up, we're here."
The young man rolled over and sat up sluggishly, yawning and unbuckling his seatbelt. When he stepped out of the car, he wondered if he needed to rub his eyes a bit more. The house they were parked before was very fine. A small mansion in what looked like an upper-class neighborhood. It was hard to tell exactly as debris was strewn across the entire row of houses, but there did not seem to be much damage, and there was no flooding here. Higher ground, he suspected. Farther from the waterfront. Ciel held his tongue as he was led into the fine entryway, wanting to blurt out 'how do you afford this?! You're a librarian!' From his appearance, Ciel never would have guessed that Sebastian had such a fine home. Not that the man looked poor, he just seemed simple. Most of the time at the library he wore plain dress-casual outfits that just hinted at professionalism but did not scream of wealth. Of course, there was the one grey tweed blazer that he would occasionally wear that made him look more like a librarian than anything else he wore. But Ciel had never thought much about it, despite knowing how expensive they were.
"My home is your home." Sebastian said as they entered, and he locked the door behind them. "Come on in and we'll get you settled in the guestroom."
"Sebastian," Ciel said suddenly, making the man stop and turn to look down at him, "th-thank you...for taking me in."
Sebastian smiled and nodded with dignity.
"Anything for my friends."
That statement was proven true when Ciel saw the cozy guestroom. It was complete with its own bathroom, coffee maker, and small fridge. Much nicer than anything Ciel had hoped for when he was taken away by the truck that had found him wandering the flooded streets.
"I think you'll be comfortable here." Sebastian said from behind him, where he stood in the doorway. Ciel turned to look at him with weary eyes.
"It's certainly not what I expected." He said, his voice low and tired.
Sebastian smiled a bit and began switching on a few of the lamps in the room, casting a warm glow around the room, which was decorated in warm colors to begin with, giving the entire space a feeling of comfort.
"Oh, what were you expecting?" The librarian asked, pushing his tastefully narrow glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "Enlighten me."
Ciel shifted on his feet, clutching the gym bag that held the last of his possessions.
"A cot. A hundred plus cots in a giant auditorium of some kind. Which is what I would have gotten at that Y."
Sebastian chuckled lightly, moving further into the room and absentmindedly closing the broad wooden blinds over the windows.
"I guess it was a good stroke of luck that the news tugged at my heartstrings then and I came down to the shelter."
Ciel attempted to grin, but it failed.
"I was one of the lucky ones." He said softly.
"Why is that?" Sebastian asked, seating himself in the chair that sat in the corner of the room, giving Ciel his space. The younger man laid his bag on the queen bed, and finally shucked off his damp shoes and socks before pausing.
"I...I really shouldn't sit on anything until I've changed my clothes."
Sebastian waved off the comment.
"Don't worry about it; you must be tired, and it's not like you rolled in mud."
With this assurance, Ciel sat cautiously on the edge of the bed, facing the chair in which Sebastian sat.
"So," the man said, "you were telling me you were lucky. Why?"
"I didn't lose much." Ciel answered, rubbing his face. "I am going to move in with my relatives. I've been clearing that house out for the past week. I finally emptied it out, but then my aunt and uncle went away for the weekend and I had to pack up one or two more things from the house. I sent the boxes on their way and then...just unrolled a sleeping bag in the house and spent the night. I thought it would be a nostalgic night, you know? Last night in the old house..."
"That's why you didn't know about the weather." Sebastian clarified as the realization came to him. "You didn't have any kind of television or radio to warn you."
Ciel shook his head.
"Just the sirens. Like I said, I am lucky; I didn't lose anything but my sleeping bag, and the house isn't really my problem anymore. But..."
Ciel's lip quivered, stopping him in the middle of his sentence and causing him to duck his head as though trying to force himself to be calm. Sebastian did not press for the end of his sentence, seeing that he was struggling. Instead he said quietly,
"You don't have to tell me anything; it's none of my business."
Ciel was obviously fighting tears, sniffling as he tried to keep them from falling. It was unbecoming for a 19-year-old boy to cry. It seemed inevitable, however as he whispered,
"No, it's alright. It's just that...my...my dog..." He paused to swallow hard and squeeze his eyes shut, "he was fenced into the back yard..."
Sebastian closed his eyes in horror as he realized what must have happened to the animal as the floods rolled in.
"I am so sorry." He said quietly.
Ciel did not answer but covered his face with his hands as though he could hide his shame of crying, which was outweighed by his grief as he began to sob. His slender shoulders shook as he gave great shuddering breaths and let out deep but quiet sobs of pain.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to...I didn't want to break down." Ciel choked out, trying to gather up the scattered pieces of his composure and failing.
Sebastian stood up and went to him, sitting beside him on the bed and rubbing his back. Ciel accepted his comfort and leaned back a bit into the warmth of his hand. It somehow spoke to Ciel's heart that Sebastian would go so far as to touch his damp and dirty back in order to comfort him.
"He was old anyway," Ciel said brokenly, "but I've had him since I was 9."
"It's like losing a brother." Sebastian offered softly, understanding.
"Yes." Ciel muttered, sniffing loudly and wiping at his eyes. "I just...I can't believe that I didn't let him in the house that night, just because I was worried about him tracking mud in. The house is on the market, so..."
"Don't blame yourself." Sebastian said firmly, "You did what anyone would do in your position. It was an accident, nothing more."
Sebastian slid his arm around Ciel's shoulders as the younger man calmed down a bit. Ciel enjoyed the feeling of the other so close. He had been living on his own for so long now that he had forgotten what it was like to be held. He had never pursued women before, but had never had the courage to actually try and engage in a relationship with a man either, so it was rare to enjoy this kind of contact, even though Sebastian's actions were completely innocent.
"Perhaps he escaped, did you ever think of that?" Sebastian asked him.
Ciel shook his head.
"I don't want to lie to myself."
"Alright. I am just telling you, it might be a good idea to check the animal shelters in a few days, just to be sure."
The young man said nothing, but wiped his eyes and nodded.
"Why don't I let you settle in for a bit?" Sebastian asked, "Take a nice long shower, get all that city-streets filth off of you from the flood, and then I'll bring you a hot drink?"
"That sounds good." Ciel said quietly.
Sebastian stood and went to the dresser that faced the bed. He rifled around in one of the drawers before pulling out a striped pajama set.
"These used to be mine, but I've kept them in here in case a guest might need them. So far no one has, and they will be big on you, but..."
A thankful smile broke through the misery on Ciel's face. He rose and took the pajamas from the librarian.
"They'll be perfect; I'm still wearing the pajamas I had on, and I don't fancy sleeping in the jeans and sweater I have in my bag. Thank you, Sebastian. For all of this."
"Think nothing of it, Ciel." Sebastian laid a hand to his shoulder and gave it a final, reassuring squeeze before he turned toward the door. "Alright, I'll leave you to it then. I think I can even manage a snack to go along with that hot drink, what do you think? You must be starving."
"That sounds incredible."
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Sebastian's idea of a 'snack' turned out to be a slice of a decadent chocolate truffle cake that he had baked the day before. Along with the hot honey-milk that Sebastian made, Ciel felt like he was a guest in the house of a king...or at least a king's chef. As he sat in the comfortable bar chairs at the kitchen counter and sipped at the sweet milk, Ciel could not stop wondering how in the world a librarian could afford such a house. It was one step down from a mansion, simple but expensively decorated in warm and cool colors depending on the room. There were ornate mirrors aiding to the spaciousness of the hallways, and Ciel even spotted a work of art that looked like an original.
"Um...mind if I ask you a personal question?" Ciel asked between sips of the sweet milk. He had to maneuver the long sleeves of the striped pajamas down from his fingers as he held the cup. They hung on him ridiculously, making him feel like he was swimming in the material rather than wearing clothes, but there was something comforting, even nostalgic, about that. It made him feel as though he were a child again, draped in clothes too large for him.
Sebastian grinned around his mouthful of chocolate truffle cake and swallowed it down to answer,
"Not at all."
"Well..how can you afford this house on a librarian's salary?"
Sebastian paused a bit to take a sip of his own cup of Earl Grey tea before answering.
"Family money."
"So...what, your dad just handed you money and let you go where you wanted?"
Sebastian shook his head.
"Not quite. He died."
Ciel felt an intense stab of guilt for what he had just said.
"I'm...I'm so sorry I didn't mean to sound so brash."
The older man waved his pale hand dismissively.
"Pay it no mind, he and I were never close. I hardly knew him. Hardly surprising considering that I was not his biological son."
Ciel felt even more terrible now. He rubbed his tired eyes with the back of his hand and mumbled,
"I am so sorry for prying, it was none of my business."
"Please, don't apologize." Sebastian said. "My life is an open book to those who ask, I am not a sensitive person. I know that some people would be affected emotionally from a situation like mine, but I had a good support group growing up; my uncle was like a father to me, providing the male role model that all boys need. I was lucky, not all 'rich boys' turn out as sweet as me."
Ciel chuckled softly.
"It's true that I never would have thought you were rich. You are far too kind."
"Thank you. While I do think it is unfair to categorize all wealthy people as snobs, it is an unfortunate stereotype born of truth. My family is very wealthy, has been for generations in England so of course the snobbery and pride comes with the blood. I don't know who my real father is, so I have no idea if I am a blue blood through and through or only 50%, but either way I never matched the uppity nature of my family."
"My Aunt Francis is like that." Ciel snorted. "She and her husband have money as well, but are not considered 'blue bloods', as much as my aunt likes to think that they are. My uncle's hard work at his job over the years is what brings in the money, and barely enough to call them upper-class, but that's all she needs to try and act like they are. So I know what you're talking about. My father turned out entirely different than her, however, so...I don't think it has anything to do with blood, but with personality."
Sebastian looked at Ciel and smiled, as a moment passed between them.
"I never knew we had so much in common." He said, and raised his teacup. "Cheers."
Ciel likewise raised his nearly-empty mug of sweet milk, and they both downed the last of their drinks. Sebastian collected their plates and forks and began rinsing them in the sink.
"I can help with that." Ciel said, moving to stand up. Sebastian turned on him like lightning, pointing a dripping fork at him.
"Don't you dare move from that stool! I'll not have a guest doing dishes in my house."
Ciel grinned and sat back down.
"I have to pay you back in some way."
"No you don't." Sebastian rebuffed. "Leave that stool to try and help me one more time and I'll fling this fork straight at your head."
The young man laughed, and Sebastian chuckled.
"Do you often impale your helpful guests with utensils?" Ciel asked with another chortle.
"Only when they do not co-operate."
"I see."
For a few moments there was only the sound of the kitchen faucet running and the clank of plates as Sebastian washed them, along with the loud ticking of a clock on the kitchen wall. Sebastian had rolled up the long sleeves of his black shirt, and as he scrubbed his humming filled the silence as well. Finally Ciel became bored with drawing invisible lines on the fine granite countertop and asked,
"So, if you belong, even in part, to a wealthy Old English family, how in the world did you end up here in Boston?"
"Even before I received my inheritance I knew that I would not stay there for university. I was clueless as to how I was to go anywhere else, even though I had quite a bit of money. I was halfway through one of the prestigious schools, hating every minute of it and the rich poufs of students that I was forced to endure, when I heard that father had passed. That's when I decided to leave for the states. Not at once, of course, I couldn't leave my mother during her time of grief. I took a year to be with her, and continue my courses online. I told her at the end of that year that I was going to finish out my last courses in Boston. From what I had read this entire city is like one large 'college-town'."
"That it is." Ciel agreed briefly. "So how did she take that?"
Sebastian shrugged and began drying the dishes he had just washed.
"A little hard; what mother wants their child to move so far away from them? Of course, though, she realized that I needed to carve out my own niche, find my way. Although I was the firstborn I was never meant to inherit anything so great as my father's entire estate. That will be passed to my younger brother when he comes of age in a few years."
"How many siblings do you have?" Ciel asked.
"Three. Two brothers and a sister."
"I didn't have any siblings," Ciel said sadly, "I had Sebastian."
Sebastian did a double-take.
"Excuse me?"
"My dog." Ciel explained. "Don't you remember? The first time we met I told you that. I called him Seb, because I thought that sounded more like a dog name. My dad was the one who named him, after all."
Sebastian laughed as he placed the dried places in the cupboards.
"I can't believe I forgot about that! I don't know, though...I was always told that my name was a noble one, meaning 'venerable'. " Sebastian rolled his dark eyes, "Like that is a word a six-year-old wants to learn. I had to write out the meaning in print and cursive. I can still remember it; 'wise and respected due to great character or age.' That sounds like the kind of name you'd want for a loyal companion."
Ciel's face dropped a bit as the fresh loss rose to the surface once more. He ducked his head with a sad little smile.
"Seb was a good companion. My parents took a lot of time to research what kind of dog to get when I was young. You see, I'm allergic to cats and dogs, but I had my heart set on having a pet. I didn't have a lot of options, short of hypoallergenic animals. So they found a Wire Fox Terrier breeder close to where we lived in England, and that's where we got Seb. I was beside myself I was so happy to get him."
Sebastian wiped his hands and a towel and came to stand beside Ciel. As though sensing that the young man was sorrowing again, though it would not take a genius to see it, he made a comforting humming sound and ran his hand over Ciel's shoulders to pat his back. Ciel could smell the sweet scent of dish soap.
"It will be alright, I promise. Whether or not you can see it now." Ciel nodded, letting out a small sigh. Sebastian gave his back a final pat and then tugged playfully on a lock of hair at the back of his head.
"You need to get some sleep. Come on, off to bed with you."
Ciel slipped off the stool and followed Sebastian's leading hand, which had latched onto his arm. Sebastian showed him to his room, and stood in the doorway.
"Have a good sleep."
"Thank you, Sebastian. Really. For everything."
Sebastian smiled and in a signature move, gracefully pushed his glasses up his nose.
"What kind of friend would I be if I did not?"
Ciel smiled back, and Sebastian closed the door.
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The soft pillows and mattress embraced Ciel like clouds, the blankets equally pleasurable. As he lay there the young man studied the few items he could make out in the darkness. There was a large clock on one wall, silently ticking away the seconds, along with an equally large painting in an elaborate frame. There was something catching about it, though eerie in the dark of the strange house. It depicted a raven in flight above a rocky and uninhabitable landscape. In its black beak it carried a bright blue feather. Most curious of all, there was a single shining tear rolling away from its glossy black eye. While Ciel was very tired, he found himself pondering the meaning of such a cryptic artwork. What could it possibly mean? A raven, carrying a blue feather? Ciel was no great lover of art, but he found it hard not to continue thinking about this one. Eventually Ciel turned his back to the painting, rolling over to lie on his other side. Despite being in a strange house, the comforts of the bed and the weariness of his body struck Ciel down into slumber very quickly after that.
The young man had wondered briefly to himself whether or not he would have bad dreams that night if he managed to sleep at all. He did find himself in the midst of, not a nightmare, but a very sad scenario. He was wandering the weather-ripped streets, wading through filthy water, trying to squint against the glare of emergency vehicle lights as they continuously passed him by.
"Seb!" He was calling, "Seb! Come here, boy! Seb!"
He was casting his gaze everywhere for his beloved pet; every alleyway, every overturned car, every fallen wall. There were others wandering about, also calling for ones that were lost, and none of them acknowledging him. Ciel kept calling for Seb, over and over until he felt hoarse and exhausted. What made it worse was that every time he stopped calling he heard a dog's whine, just beyond wherever he happened to be standing. He would follow the sound, calling frantically, but when he reached it, it would cease. Only to start up again in another direction. Ciel ended up somehow tearing giant chunks of debris out of his way, that odd strength being granted to him as happens in dreams. He shoved whole cars out of his path, tore a chain-link fence right out of the ground, and finally, pushed over a telephone pole that had fallen into the street.
Something...wasn't quite right...when the pole hit the street, a loud sound like shattering glass echoed. That was...wrong...Ciel frowned at the pole where it lay, and he leaned over to try and pick it up, to throw it again and see if it made the same sound. As he reached for it, however, pain shot through his hand, and he recoiled. What had hurt him?
"Ciel! Ciel, stop!"
The disaster-torn street flashed once more before his eyes, and the next second he found himself in a dark room with streetlight pouring through the rain-splattered windows, face-to-face with Sebastian who was holding his arms. His handsome face was perplexed and worried as it looked down at him. Ciel came to himself at once, and realized that he was standing in Sebastian's front room, in his borrowed pajamas, in the middle of the night. The glass coffee table was overturned, and a vase lay shattered beside it broken into many pieces. That must have been the sound that broke through his dream.
"Oh my god..." Ciel breathed, shaking at the thought of what he had done. "I...I...don't know what..."
"There, there." Sebastian said quietly, seeing the utter confusion in Ciel's eyes. "Just calm down. You're under a great deal of anxiety and that can cause sleepwalking like this. Poor thing, you've cut your hand."
Ciel looked down at his own hand and saw the long cut running over the back, dripping blood over his fingers. He felt absolutely mortified at what he had done, whether or not it had been a conscious action.
"I'm so sorry." He said breathlessly, pulling away from Sebastian as though afraid of hurting the older man. He had obviously woke him up with his little escapade; Sebastian's black hair was mussed, he was wearing only a pair of dark pajama bottoms, and there were pillow-wrinkles still lining the side of his angular face. He must have been sleeping for at least a few hours, so it must be very early morning...too early for the sun to be up.
"There is nothing for you to apologize for." Sebastian assured the astonished young man. "Come on, we need to clean that cut."
Moving back in closer to him, Sebastian put a hand on Ciel's shoulder to lead him out of the room. Ciel vaguely considered how many times that night Sebastian had done this; came along side him, herding him toward safety like a protective presence. He felt so unworthy of it this moment considering what he had just done; rampaged through Sebastian's house, broken his things, woke him up-
"You're shaking." Sebastian said quietly as they went through Ciel's guestroom.
"I'm just...I can't believe that just happened...that I just did that...I'm so sorry. You take me in out of the goodness of your heart and I end up breaking your things." Ciel muttered, feeling even more foolish than ever but feeling his heart wrenching within him.
"No, no, no, I won't have you feeling that way." Sebastian said, as he opened the door to the guestroom bathroom and flipped on the light. "I can't imagine the kind of stress you're under. Your emotions and your mind are in a tailspin right now whether you're aware of it or not. This kind of situation...you can hardly be considered responsible for anything you do awake, to say nothing of asleep. Now I don't want to hear one more apology, do you understand me?"
Ciel merely nodded, not trusting his voice to remain steady as Sebastian sat him down on the edge of the tub. He watched in silence as Sebastian began to pull out cotton balls, peroxide, and a box of band-aids. An even greater stab of guilt went through him as he realized that Sebastian intended to clean his wound for him. As if he hadn't already inconvenienced the man enough.
As humiliated as Ciel was, his young male mind suddenly shifted away from his embarrassing actions, and to Sebastian's upper body. He was much better built than Ciel had given him credit for. He had always appeared to be a typical skinny bookworm type who made up for his lack of muscle with a good-looking face. Apparently this was not the case in the least. Beneath those professional clothes he always wore, his chest and core were tight and defined, his arms equally so, although the entirety of him was still so...sleek...slender...how could such trimness and strength exist in one man? Sebastian knelt down to retrieve the cotton balls from the cabinet beneath the sink, and Ciel's eyes were drawn to the long line of his pale back. The skin was flawless, the ridges of his spine just making themselves known beneath it. His bare shoulders also looked alluring, firm with strength and curving out deliciously from the broad frame of his back. The longer hair at the back of Sebastian's head brushed down against his nape as he moved, shifting like strands of black silk.
At times Ciel wished he could turn off the infernal part of his brain that locked on to attractive aspects of people he knew and then ran rampant with thoughts of what he would do if...he never asked for those kinds of thoughts, definitely never intended to be so...creative...but they happened at random when he was least expecting them and they were happening now as he gazed at Sebastian. It became worse when the man stood up to prepare the cotton balls with peroxide. The front of him was so much more entrancing than the back, his abdominal muscles flexing as he leaned over the sink to pour the peroxide onto the cotton.
"I...I can do that." Ciel said as he watched. "You shouldn't have to do this much for me."
"Ah-ah-ah! What did I just say?" Sebastian rebuffed. "If you will not stop feeling bad about this situation, then I at least demand that you stop complaining about my attentions."
Damn, that smile was contagious. Ciel caught it and let it spread on his lips. The older man tapped the end of his nose with his pointer finger.
"That's better." Sebastian said with a small chuckle. "Now hold out your hand."
Ciel lifted his bleeding hand for Sebastian to inspect. He cringed at the first touch of the peroxide-drenched cotton on his cut. As the sting spread deeper into the heart of the wound, Ciel let his eyes discreetly pass over Sebastian's long arms. His gaze led him down to those hands, which held his left one as they tended to it. They were so slender and yet still so masculine, just like the rest of him. The fingers were so long and nimble as they cradled his palm, and pressed the medicine to the top of his hand. Ciel felt those thoughts rising in his head once again; he wanted to take those hands and kiss them, place them against his own flesh and feel them stroking him-
"Quite a lot of blood for such a little cut." Sebastian commented, yanking Ciel out of his inner fantasy. He looked up and realized that the man was watching him, a coy smile making Ciel feel as though he were aware of what was running through his mind. The heat rising suddenly to his face made Ciel realize he was blushing, and the small quirk at the side of Sebastian's mouth told him the man had seen it too. He avoided those warm eyes. If he was not careful he could fall into the pools of warmth that were both ruddy brown eyes.
"Yea, it happens that way sometimes." Ciel muttered like an idiot, aware that other things were happening to his body that he had not control over, that he'd rather he did. It did not help when the man knelt down in front of his rather than bending over him as he had been before. He was working on cleaning the dried rivers of blood from his skin with a fresh cotton ball now, having to hold Ciel's hand a bit tighter as he scrubbed.
"Th-thank you." Ciel blurted suddenly, not sure what else to say and truly meaning his words.
"Think nothing of it." Sebastian said in a soft tone. Ciel was derailed by that tone, wondering when he had become so uncomfortable around Sebastian, when he had become so...desirable. He felt guilty, wondering if this sudden...affection, for Sebastian had developed simply because the man had become something of a hero figure to him this evening. He had developed crushes on men before, but never so quickly, and never had he been tended to so intimately by any of them. Sebastian was his librarian for goodness' sake...yes...librarian...with his smart glasses and tweed jacket, long fingers that easily flipped through the pages of books, and his intuitive eyes that seemed to understand from one glance any situation presented to him. Ciel was lost. There was no going back.
"You're a very kind person." Ciel whispered, overwhelmed by the need to say it.
"Hardly." The man replied, patting his hand dry and applying a band-aid. "I enjoy helping people I like."
Ciel felt his blush deepen at those words.
"I'm glad I fit into that category..." Ciel said.
"You did from the moment I met you."
That sent Ciel's heart beating like a battle drum, and he made a split-second decision to try and practice his flirting skills. He let what he hoped was a coy smile tug at his lips, and he looked up shyly from beneath his eyebrows to say,
"Well, you've calmed me down and bandaged my wounds. Are you going to kiss it now and make it all better?"
The second the words left his mouth Ciel felt unutterably ridiculous. A short pause followed his words, and Ciel immediately looked down, unable to handle the weight of the silence. What kind of crass, juvenile line was that? Sebastian would laugh at him. Surely he would toss back his lovely head and-
"Why of course." Came the smooth response a moment later, cutting through the silence and making Ciel shiver. He dared to look up at Sebastian, and was met by an even more surprising expression. A single black brow arched in a way that Ciel could only describe as seductive, those warm eyes turning damn near hot as they stared at him intensely. As the man pulled his bandaged hand toward him, Ciel thought it was a joke. Surely...he had to be joking...Those full lips pressed warmth into the thin band aid covering Ciel's small wound.
"Besides, as you know, all injuries need an ounce of tender-" Sebastian paused to place another light kiss against his wrist, higher than the band aid "loving-" another kiss, on Ciel's forearm "care."
Ciel was absolutely frozen where he sat. Did that just happen? Sebastian was...flirting back? Either he was bullying him terribly, or he was hardcore flirting. Ciel simply couldn't figure out which one.
"Um..." He said softly, drawing in a quiet breath when Sebastian did not stop but pushed up the too-large sleeve to access more of Ciel's slender arm. He dusted a few more kisses up to Ciel's elbow before Ciel could manage another word. "I didn't think you'd actually..."
"Lay kisses on the most lovely white skin I've ever seen?" Sebastian asked in a whispery voice. "I would be a fool to ignore such an invitation. I was surprised, however. I thought you liked women. Not that I'm complaining."
Ciel felt his heart pounding again, rushing to his ears in embarrassment. He was dreaming. He had to be dreaming. This wasn't something that happened to him.
"No," Ciel answered, "I...I like men, but..."
"Ever been with one?" The blunt question made Ciel blush furiously and he shook his head. "Why not?"
"I just never...f-found the right one I suppose." Ciel cringed at just how cliché and sappy that sounded, but had no other honest reply. It was simply the truth.
"What a shame." Sebastian crooned, closing his eyes as he laid his lips to the inside of Ciel's elbow.
"Ahhh..." The sound was unavoidable with those soft, damp lips tickling such a sensitive place. "Sebastian...what are you...doing?"
"Come, Ciel, you are a smart young lad I've seen the books you check out. It should be obvious what I am doing. Now it is up to you to tell me what you want. Shall I stop?"
Ciel didn't know what to say. His flesh was tingling, wanting more, but he had never given himself to anyone before and was nervous. It seemed so sudden. But...he realized that he did want it.
"N-no..." Ciel breathed out, reaching up with trembling hands to hold Sebastian's shoulders. "I...I like this."
"I'm glad, Ciel." The man replied. He lifted his head from Ciel's arm and smiled at the younger man. It was startling how affectionate those eyes were as they bore into his own. Ciel could not bear that gaze as it drew nearer and nearer, and finally as their lips met his eyes fluttered closed. It was so soft, those lips brushing against his own as if asking permission, not wanting to startle him. It was more teasing than anything else and made him press forward for more. Ciel could hardly believe that he was kissing Sebastian...he had never kissed a man before, and his heart thudded so loudly against his throat he thought it would explode. It was so much better than he had imagined, the warmth so much greater than he had ever thought it would be. Somehow he had thought that a man's mouth would feel rougher than a woman's, but that was simply not the case at all.
When Sebastian drew back Ciel felt like he had taken all the heat of his own mouth with him. One of Sebastian's hands came up to cup the side of Ciel's face, and the older man gave a breathy sigh before saying,
"I'm sorry, Ciel...you...I...I shouldn't take advantage of you when you're so vulnerable."
"What do you mean?" Ciel asked a bit dazedly.
"You're in a delicate state, emotionally." Sebastian explained. "You've just been through a great loss and here I am...I'm just so sorry."
The man stood up as though making to leave but Ciel grabbed his wrist, standing up with him.
"Please, I..." He said desperately, faltering as those warm eyes stared down at him with such compassion and affection that his breath was stolen away. He wanted to be enveloped by those eyes for as long as he possibly could. Finally he found his voice again. "I'm alright. I like...I like you, and...yes I've been through a lot today but if you need to, think of it this way," Ciel gathered all his courage and stepped close to the older man, slipping a trembling hand up his bare arm to his shoulder, "I am in dire need of comfort."
Ciel was undeniably proud to see Sebastian's eyes relax and go slightly clouded over with lust at his seduction attempt. Those long-fingered hands lifted to hold Ciel's slender shoulders and pull him even closer.
"Ciel, I...I don't want you to regret this...or resent me."
Somehow Sebastian's sudden concern for his wellbeing caused a surge of absolute need to engulf the younger man, and he felt his veins thrum with the desire to have this man, be taught by him, touched by him...He stepped up his encouragement by dropping his head softly to Sebastian's chest, inhaling gently of the spicy scent of him.
"I promise you neither will happen Sebastian. Please...please comfort me..."
"Oh Ciel, you can't say something like that when I'm..."
"Please..."
Ciel lifted his head and bravely brushed his lips against Sebastian's long, elegant neck. He shivered as Sebastian's hands tightened on his shoulders before sliding around to his back. He could feel the heat of those hands penetrating the borrowed shirt and soaking into his skin. A great shudder went through Sebastian's frame, making Ciel's heart soar. The next instant Those large hands were groping at his back and hot lips were attacking his own. Ciel's head was thrown back with the passion of that kiss, the force with which Sebastian pressed their mouths together.
For someone who had no experience with kissing whatsoever, it was so deliciously overwhelming to Ciel, and he melted. His hands slid up to the back of Sebastian's neck, holding on as he was tipped back briefly. A slight moan left his mouth and traveled into the older man's, breaking them apart. Soft gasps puffed against each other's lips as they lingered. Sebastian took the opportunity to tug Ciel gently to follow him as he walked backwards toward the doorway. The younger man went with him eagerly, chasing the gentle brush of his full lips. Ciel sensed the light darkening as they moved from the bathroom to the bedroom, his closed eyes unable to open under the weight of pleasure.
"Come with me." Sebastian mumbled against his lips as he sat back on the bed, pulling on Ciel's hips. Without missing a beat Ciel climbed over him, straddling Sebastian's lap. He loved how it felt to rest against the older man's body like that, feeling his bare chest pressed against him, the strong thighs beneath his own, those long arms finally wrapping around him completely. All the while that hot mouth was opening and closing against his own, guiding him gently and passionately. Ciel felt shivers running through him when Sebastian pulled away and breathed softly against his ear.
"Are you alright?" He asked softly, kneading the flesh of Ciel's sides.
"Absolutely." Was Ciel's answer, before he dove right back down into another hot kiss. Now that he had a taste of those lovely lips, he couldn't get enough. He wound his arms around Sebastian's neck once more, enjoying the tickle of his long hair against them. He became inescapably aware of Sebastian's hardness against his own in that position, sitting in the man's lap. It was almost more than he could think about at that point, having only just decided to make out with this man. He could not think beyond what they were doing at the moment, needed Sebastian to guide him. And guide him he did.
After several heated moments of kissing and groping, they pulled back to breathe. They were both out of breath, panting and staring at each other with half-lidded eyes.
"Ciel..." Sebastian murmured. "Have you been with a women before? I mean, have you done more than kiss?"
Ciel shook his head in a daze.
"And how old are you again?" Sebastian asked with a chuckle. Ciel feigned an angry expression and hit him lightly on his bare chest.
"I'm only nineteen it's not like I've even been legal for that long!"
"Yes, but many boys have experiences with others their age growing up. I was just curious."
The frown melted from Ciel's face when soft lips pressed to the side of his neck, brushing so softly that it was almost a tickle. A delicious tickle that sent shivers straight down into his groin. At the same moment Sebastian's hands glided up beneath the pajama shirt and began to stroke along his bare skin. Ciel felt his entire body break out in goose bumps, having never been touched like that before, ever. He clutched at Sebastian's hair, an embarrassingly high-pitched whine leaving his mouth. Ciel bit his lip at once, as if to deny that he had made the sound. Sebastian seemed to preoccupied with kissing his neck to notice.
"Tell me if you want to stop, alright?" Sebastian whispered against the curve of Ciel's ear.
"No way in hell I'm going to tell you to stop." Ciel gasped back. Sebastian laughed, and rolled ever so slowly to lay Ciel back against the neatly placed cushions on the bed. He leaned over the younger man and began to suck on the opposite side of his slender neck. Ciel's legs actually jumped with the jolt of arousal that went to his groin from that sensation. That felt so good.
"Has anyone ever sucked your nipples?" Sebastian asked, his voice so low and seductive that Ciel felt like he was literally going to die from the heat of it. The very idea was enough to set his mind spinning and his body burning.
"Nggguhhh..." Ciel moaned, as Sebastian clamped his mouth down in the slight curve where his neck met his shoulder. He could feel the smile on those lips as they sucked at his flesh. A wet tongue began to press its heat into that spot, tasting him and rolling against his skin. That was a wicked, delicious feeling, and he pressed his head back into the pillows in order to arch his neck further into the wonderful ministrations of that mouth. He felt cold when it withdrew. Sebastian leaned over him, brushing back the hair from Ciel's forehead to kiss it gently. The man left his lips there for a moment, just breathing against Ciel's brow heavily. When he pulled back he continued to stroke Ciel's hair tenderly.
"You've never even kissed another man, so I doubt that you even know what it feels like to have your nipples played with, am I right?"
Ciel opened his eyes and looked up at Sebastian. The man was crouching over him like a great cat over its prey, his eyes hot with lust and his hair disheveled from Ciel's own fingers...god he was hot.
"No." Was all Ciel could force out, as he gasped and tried to keep his eyes from being blinded by the heat of Sebastian's own.
"May I?" Sebastian inquired, even as he began to unbutton the top of the pajama shirt. Ciel said nothing, hoping his silence would suffice. It did, and Sebastian continued parting the buttons from their holes until he could open the shirt completely. Ciel's exposed chest rose and fell a bit with his breathing. Sebastian leaned back to observe him, and his breath quickened.
"Oh my god, you are beautiful." He said quietly, a rush of heat behind his words. "You look so pure I'm almost guilty about perverting you."
Ciel chuckled, the muscles rippling in his flat stomach.
"I'm the one who tried to seduce you in the first place," he pointed out, "though I didn't really know what would come of it."
"Well, you succeeded. So then...may I touch you now?"
The younger man bit his lip gently and nodded, a blush creeping even higher on his cheeks.
"Oh, you are absolutely adorable." Sebastian murmured, leaning down to kiss Ciel once more. The younger man slid his arms up and around his shoulders again, kissing back feverishly. He loved the feel of that mouth against his. As much as Ciel's cock was achingly hard and very, very interested in being touched by someone else for the first time, he still preferred the kissing right now. Those kisses moved from his lips to his neck, as Sebastian's hands began to run up and down his sides. One hand was placed firmly on his abdomen and then ran up the center of Ciel's body, feeling the smoothness of his skin and resting on his neck. Sebastian began nuzzling his shoulder, and down farther onto his chest. He was stopped when he caught sight of something he had not noticed previously.
"Well, well, I certainly wasn't expecting that." Sebastian said, tapping a finger softly over the small tattoo on Ciel's right breast. He had passed it off as a birthmark possibly when he first gazed down at the young man, because it was so small. It was a skull with thorns coiled around it and through one of the eye sockets, with a few blue roses blooming from them. It may have been small, but it was impeccably done; the skull looked real, as did the thorns and roses. It was not some cheap drunken mistake of a skull so many men bore prominently on their arms or legs.
"You naughty boy, you." Sebastian teased as he kissed the mark gently, then smoothed his hand over it. "I would have never guessed that you had a tattoo."
Ciel glanced down at his chest, and rubbed his own fingertip over the image inked into his otherwise perfect pale flesh. He hesitated briefly.
"It's a tribute to...someone I lost." He said quietly.
Again, this had not been something Sebastian expected. The older man looked curious, but Ciel was too eager for him to keep going to explain. "I don't want to talk about that right now. Just...please...don't stop..."
"Well, seeing as how you're begging..." Sebastian said with an evil grin that set Ciel's nerves aflame. He then leaned down and began to flick his tongue across Ciel's right nipple. The younger man instantly began gasping, his body shifting this way and that under the teasing sensation.
"Oh god!" Ciel cried, when Sebastian's soft lips closed and began to pull at his hardening nub. "Oh my god!"
Slender pale fingers climbed up Ciel's left side and began to circle around his other nipple. Ciel's hands flew to Sebastian's shoulders, gripping tightly as the pleasure shot through him. Both of his nipples were plucked and teased to the point where he thought he would lose his mind.
"Oh my, you're so sensitive..." Sebastian pulled back to say, "not everyone finds this much pleasure from their nipples...hmmm...they're so intriguing."
So saying, Sebastian pulled Ciel up from the pillows and pushed the pajama shirt down his arms. He threw the shirt to the side as he laid the younger man back down. The warmth of his own body met Ciel's skin, the softness of the blankets wonderful against him. Almost immediately he pulled Sebastian's head back down to his chest, loving, absolutely loving the newfound pleasure Sebastian was lavishing upon him. The man took the hint and indulged the younger one, licking and suckling one nipple at a time while Ciel moaned and squirmed beneath him.
"Oh...ahhh...yes...ohmygodyes...ahh..."
After several moments of these trailing praises and Ciel's hands messing through his hair, Sebastian drew back to look down at the flustered young man.
"Ah, you taste sweet." He whispered, licking his lips. "Sweet, sweet virgin..."
Ciel went an incredible shade of red at those words. How could something sound so hot and yet so embarrassing at the same time? Without thinking he covered his face with his hands, suddenly bashful.
"Oh my god..." He moaned into his hands. Sebastian chuckled.
"What's this suddenly?" He asked, tugging at Ciel's wrists. When they didn't budge he tried a different tactic, hooking the waistband of the oversized pajama bottoms with his fingers. "Since you're already blushing, I don't suppose you'd mind if I took these off, would you?"
Without taking his hands from his face, Ciel shook his head. The few inches of forehead that Sebastian could see went even darker scarlet as he drew them down. The older man's eyebrows shot up at once.
"First a tattoo...then this..." He laughed, stroking Ciel's hips softly. He leaned down and kissed the hands covering Ciel's face. "You're just full of surprises, Ciel! Commando, eh?"
The younger man groaned.
"I didn't have an extra pair and I certain as hell wasn't going to ask to borrow your underwear too!"
"It's no problem at all." Sebastian said, taking in the sight of the pink cock standing upright from the nest of dark curls. "This just makes everything easier."
"No one's ever...seen me...like this." Ciel muttered through his hands.
"Naked, you mean?" Sebastian clarified for him, to which Ciel nodded emphatically. "Then I consider this a high honor indeed! To be the first one to see you in all your glory...hmm...you are so very beautiful."
In response to his words, Ciel pulled his knees up, hiding himself.
"Why would you do that after I told you how beautiful you were?" Sebastian asked, amused. "Come on...let me see you."
Ciel remained motionless for a moment before he lowered his hands from his face.
"Clever," Sebastian said quietly, "but you know what I meant. Show me all of you."
He helped persuade Ciel by stroking his legs, making him shudder as those hands crested his knees, then stroked back down to the calves, before following the same path over and over. Gently, Sebastian parted his legs, bearing his erection once more to his eyes. Ciel could not look Sebastian in the face while the man looked at him like that; as though he were about to be devoured.
"God..." Sebastian breathed, pressing Ciel's legs down into the mattress now and rubbing his thighs. The younger man twitched with sensitivity, his entire body shuddering when Sebastian's slender fingers tickled behind his knees. He wriggled a little as those hands reached his inner thighs, stroking gently toward the apex of his legs. Sebastian was giving him plenty of time to stop him, but of course he didn't. Ciel wanted this. He wanted it so badly. When smooth thumbs pressed softly against his groin, on either side of his testicles, Ciel whimpered, and a single pearly drop of pre come beaded at his tip.
"God..." Sebastian breathed once again upon glimpsing it. He rubbed those thumbs tantalizingly nearer, and Ciel nearly died.
"Please, Sebastian..." He whispered, shifting his hips. The movement caused Sebastian's wrist to ever so softly brush against Ciel's cock. "Ugnnn...please! Please just touch me!"
Sebastian obeyed without a second thought, and closed one hand around Ciel's cock. The young man whimpered at the first touch of another's hand. It was...so much more intimate than anything he could have imagined. The heat of Sebastian's palm seeping into him, the gentle slide as he moved it up and over the head. Ciel made an embarrassing squeaking sound, hips jerking.
"You're so hard," Sebastian said, rubbing him up and down slowly, letting Ciel adjust to it, "you must really like this."
"Yes, but...harder..." Ciel groaned.
"Demanding for a virgin, aren't you?" Sebastian chuckled. "But it's your first time so I'll oblige you."
Sebastian gripped Ciel's left hip with one hand to pin him down as he began to explore that cock with his other. The little gasps and whines Ciel were letting out were amazingly erotic, and Sebastian was feeling his own cock grow painfully hard. The silky softness of Ciel's foreskin was attributing to his arousal as well. It was incredible. Sebastian rubbed his thumb gently over the glans, and he thought Ciel would buck right off the bed he jerked so hard.
"Ohmygod!" Ciel breathed all at once before falling back again. This encouraged Sebastian to move his hand faster, just over the head. Instantly his palm was slickened by Ciel's own liquid passion, and his strokes became easy and...god the movement began turning out naughty, wet sounds that made Ciel blush and Sebastian even harder.
"No, Sebastian!" Ciel moaned loudly, throwing his arm across his eyes. "Slow down! I'll...If you don't slow down I'm going to-"
"Go ahead if you want, you're bound to come quickly this being your first time and all. Come on, just enjoy it. Give in, Ciel. We have all night ahead of us."
Ciel wanted to try and block out those words and how much they made his balls tighten. He innately wanted to prove his longevity in bed, but since he had never tested that to begin with...that male urge was useless here and now. It mattered not the next second when Sebastian cupped his sac and began rubbing it along with the entire length of his cock with quick, rough strokes.
"Nnnnggg...uuh...ah...ah...ohgodohgodohgod...shit..."
The intense pleasure that was building in his cock began to spread through his belly, and Ciel knew it would not be long. To add fuel to the fire Sebastian leaned down and began to press kisses against his neck, whispering encouragements.
"God, you're so lovely. Your voice is so innocent but lusty at the same time. I want to hear more of it. Ah, you're practically throbbing in my hand now. Hmm...you're making me so hard just watching and touching you like this. Don't hold back, Ciel. I want to see you come. Let me see your face when you reach the peak of your pleasure..."
The younger man stood no chance against such seductive words. With a few more rough tugs to the head of his cock, Ciel let out an unidentifiable sound that rang desperate throughout the room, and streams of hot semen poured from his cock, coating Sebastian's hand. The man continued to stroke him gently, working the oversensitive flesh to keep Ciel chasing that orgasmic bliss as he lay there, panting hard. He couldn't believe it. He had actually been brought to orgasm by Sebastian. How quickly Ciel's life had changed.
"Oh god..." He breathed over and over as Sebastian eased off his stroking and just pet the spent flesh gently. Sebastian snatched a few tissues from the bedside table and cleaned up his hand and Ciel's stomach. Then he tossed them in the wastebasket by the bed and turned back to kiss Ciel softly on his gasping lips, whispering,
"Next time I'll use my mouth."
The groan that left Ciel's mouth was one of the most hot and lusty sounds Sebastian had ever heard.
"I can't...I just..." Ciel moaned, seizing Sebastian's head and pulling him down into a heavy kiss. When he drew back and said, "I've always wanted to know what that felt like but..."
He looked down almost sadly at his spent cock, but Sebastian chuckled and nuzzled his face.
"We have time don't worry. Besides, you liked that didn't you?"
"Incredibly," Ciel said at once, his eyes dazed and happy, "it was like nothing I've ever felt before. Thank you, Sebastian...thank you so much, it...it was unbelievable."
Sebastian cupped his cheek with one hand.
"You are the dearest thing. Come here."
Ciel gladly let Sebastian enfold him in his arms, cuddling him close and pressing a constant flow of kisses on his neck, his face, his shoulder...
"So, do you feel 'comforted'?" Sebastian whispered against Ciel's neck a moment later.
"I really do." Ciel replied. "I think...that I could use more comfort, though..."
He wiggled his hips in order to scoot back on the bed, and encountered Sebastian's very hard erection. The man gasped, and a shudder went through his toned body. Ciel had never handled another man's cock before, but the idea of handling Sebastian's...
"Right now, however, I think it is you who are in need of comfort." He said, with a devastatingly erotic glance over his shoulder, winking. Sebastian's arms tightened around him, his own eyes burning with his need.
"If you're willing, my little darling," he began, before releasing Ciel and laying himself out beside him. His cock was tenting his own pajama pants, inviting Ciel's gaze. Sebastian took Ciel's hand to encourage him, and then laid it carefully between his legs. "by all means...comfort me."
TBC