Warning: This is a lemon. If you do not like the idea of two men then I suggest that this be the very last story on your list. This whole story is written in Ciel POV. Don't like it; don't read it!

Pleasure

It was dark, nearly morning when I felt him climb into bed with me. Of course I didn't know it was a "him "at the time. At first I ignored it, it's not like I haven't had someone climb into bed with me before. I rolled over to accommodate whoever was in my bed with me. I felt him roam his hands up my leg, slowly caressing the skin there. I thought nothing of it. When I pressed myself deeper into the mattress I felt him move closer and pull me closer. I began to get scared. Who was this, know I wanted to know. I turn to the face of my butler smiling devilishly at me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

He doesn't answer me. Instead, he smiles at me, his grin gaining in volume.

"Young Master…" He purrs like a kitten in heat. That's when I realize what he wants. He wants what he has come for so many nights before.

"What is it that you want, Sebastian?"

After that question he smirks at me because our roles have suddenly changed for he is the one who usually asks that question.

"I'm fairly certain you know what I have come for."

I feign innocence, and cock my head to the side waiting for his answer. He chuckles at our little game and decides to take matters into his own hands by capturing his lips with my own. I glower at him for he did not have permission to act upon his lust and kiss me. Though, after a while, I feel myself surrendering to the sweetness of the kiss. It is gentle and loving, almost, the way our mouths class as a waltz; and the way out tongues begin to duel as if we are fighting for the prize of a lovely maiden. And in that turn, I find myself moaning lightly and griping his hair, pulling him closer to me. I can feel his growl against my lips, though if it is enjoyment or impatience I cannot tell. The sudden need to breathe attacks me and as if he read my mind he pulls back and smirks at me. I am panting heavily, a deep scowl on my face.

"Did you not enjoy that, My Lord?"

I huff at him and look away. I am suddenly glad it is dark because of the deep stain of scarlet attached to my cheeks at the moment.

"What do you think?"

He smirks at me and captures my lips once again, but this time the kiss are urgent, almost bruising: desperate. His hand is on my leg again, and I curse the easy access he has, due to me only having on an oversized shirt. He slides his hands up my legs, redirecting his hand for a moment to brush over my penis, before continuing up the other side of my leg to lay his warm hand on my chest. I shivered when he broke our kiss to trail hot kisses down the side of my neck. He kissed until he got to the collar of the shirt before he growled in impatience at the barrier between him and my skin.

"May I take this off, Master?"

I only nod as his reply and he lifts me, with the hand this isn't currently in my shirt, like a china doll and pulls my shirt off. I frown at him when I hear my buttons popping. I was about to protest the reason he felt the need to take his frustration out on my shirt when I felt his tongue flick over my nipple. I shuddered, hating that I surrender so easily to his touch.

"My –my… My young master is so wanton today."

I blush again and I still find myself grateful for the darkness. When I say nothing, he takes my other nipple into his mouth and begins to knead it with his teeth, gently. Like a wanton whore, I arch my back and suppress a groan of pleasure. With a chuckle he releases my nipple begins to trail his hot kisses down my stomach, his tongue coming out to play occasionally. He growls again when he hits my underwear. I lift my hips for him to take them off but he roughly pushes me back down.

"Se-bas…" He cuts me off by locking his glowing red orbs to my own heterochromatic ones. He doesn't break his gaze as he engulfs my penis while still in the fabric of my underwear. My back arches and the moan that I have been trying almost desperately to suppress bursts from my mouth. I grip the bed sheets like a life line, involuntarily bucking my hips to the Rhythm he has set. I bit my bottom lip from crying out his name and all the while he stares at me, with the smirk of a devil. The thought, and the feel for I cannot see him, of him watching me makes me so excited I want to come there, but, like before, he pulls away as if he read my mind and instead captures his mouth in my own. Now I am the one eliciting a groan of frustration. He lifts me, when I am about to make a sound of protest, he yanks my underwear off my legs. I sigh in contempt as my now erect penis is free from its confines. He pulls away from me and leans over the side of the bed he is laying on. I can hear the drawer open and then close. I can hear the rustle of his cloths shedding; the bed hops a bit, before he is back at my side. He reverses our positions, him with his back against the head board and me atop him, before he hands me a bottle. I know what it is and what he is silently asking permission for. I sigh, pop the lid, and spill the contents of baby oil into my palm. He watches, his gaze heated, as I wrap my hand around his semi-erect member, spreading the warm liquid ever so slowly. I work my hand up, down, up, down and cause him to moan, which I only hear rarely.

"Please, Master, stop teasing."

I smirk at his begging and bit out…

"Who is the wanton one now?"

He growls at me, lust evident in his gaze before he decides, again to take matters into his own hands. He lifts me up and positioned himself at the entrance of my puckered anus. Slowly, he pushes into me. It doesn't hurt, because like I have said this isn't the first time, it is just a tad bit uncomfortable. When the tip of his erection is all the way in, he releases me. I do not expect to be released; therefore, I allowed myself to be fully impaled by his erection. I groan in pleasure at the sudden feeling of being full. We start a steady rhythm, our hips moving in sync with each other. I don't know how long we were that way before he grows impatient and flips our positions. I am now on my back and he is pounding into me. My legs are on his shoulders and his angle is heaven. He is hitting something inside me that feels like bliss.

"Ughm… Sebastian…" I am panting now. I am on the brink of coming. Then I feel his hand wrap around my erection. He begins to pump and everything goes white as I shoot hot come all over our stomachs. I feel Sebastian give one more feeble thrust before he shoots his load beep into my awaiting anus. He sags a bit atop of me, careful not to crush me. His lips meet mine in a passionate frenzy. His hands begin to roam once again until he locks his palm around my penis and pumps furiously. I am still not down from ecstasy and I can already feel my penis re-awakening. I thrust up into his hand moaning and panting. That was when I realized that I would be more fun to see him writhe beneath me. This time I flip us so that I am on top. I gaze hungrily into his eyes. Now, I will begin round two…

This is going to be a long night.

To be continued...

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