The sunlight streaked each window in the mansion. Sebastian walked these empty, quiet hallways, aiming to wake up his master and give him his cup of tea. When he walked into the boy's room, he couldn't help but smile a bit at the sight of Ciel, with his hands on his small chest and black hair not brushed. When he was sleeping was the only time that he was peaceful.
An idea came into the butler's mind. Setting the cup of tea on the nightstand, he silently came near the boy's side. This was a rather bold move, but he loved Ciel and he knew those affectionate feelings were returned. His lips touched the full, pouty lips of the master's. It was similar to a fairy tale, where the thirteen year old was doomed to sleep and only true love's kiss could awaken him. This wasn't a fairy tale, but it was very close to one.
When Ciel woke up, he did look surprised, after all, he woke up to find his servant kiss him, but it didn't look like he was disliking it. He let his tongue play around in Sebastian's mouth, and the butler did the same. They stopped to give the boy much-needed time to breathe, he said, "Oh, why, good morning, young master..."