Placing my hands on my mater's knees I spread his legs. I have to be careful to not even put the slightest scratch onto Ciel. He is before me, completely naked on his bed and legs spread. What a truly delicous sight. My mouth begins to water as I lean forward and kiss his trembling lips. Ciel begins clinging and clawing at my shirt. Goodness sake; I hope he doesn't rip it. "Sebastian, do it now." A smile creeps onto my face, "Yes, my lord." The words purr out of my throat like silk. I line myself to his entrance and with a quick movement and no hesitation I thrust in. "UGH!" Ciel grips the sheets, knuckles turning white, with a moan. Craving his voice to call my name again I pull out and thrust back in over and over untill he did call my name. "Sebastian!" Going a steady pace now, I could see the pleasure in my young master's blushing face. Leaning down again once more, but not for a kiss, I bite his smoothe chest. I know not to leave a mark, but I need more. I lap up the blood like a kitten and milk from a socer. My master is porcline and I musent forget. I hear another moan from him, part pleasure and part pain. "I'm close." Hearing his words I look down at his member. Spewing precum and lusting for a touch. I grab hold of it and squeeze lightly, letting him release his sticky load. Smiling I lap that up too. Gripping his hips, my nails digging into his soft skin, I pound into him one more time. Releasing my cream into Ciel he lets a moan escape his lips again. Letting him catch his breath I pull out, my cum dripping out of him. "What happened to being gentile?" He says between moans. "I coulden't help myself." I smile deviously. "Next time, be careful." Ciel says in his angry like tone. Placing my hand to my chest and with a sweet smile I respond, "Of course, whatever you say my lord Phantomhive."