Ciel was tired. It had been an extremely long day of nothing but lessons before sitting down tiredly behind his desk to sort through the enormous pile of waiting papers. With each paper passing he though longingly of sweets and scones, perhaps some nice Earl Grey with lots of sugar and fresh lemon.
He shook his head trying to eject the thoughts, causing his navy blue bangs to brush roughly against his eye patch. No that wouldn't do, if he called for tea that damnable butler with his ever present smirk would appear, self assured as always. Not to mention how odd Sebastian had been for the past few days. Inappropriate comments that sent Madame Red into a tizzy and made the Viscount Druitt daydream about his alto ego, Ciel shuddered at the very thought, and he almost never shuddered.
No, that wasn't right, sometimes Ciel would tremble for other reasons. Like late at night when the lights would all go out, until he could only vaguely see by the silvery light that managed to peek from the slit in his curtains; and a pitch black shadow would stand at the foot of his bed with two fiery eyes glowing. One pure white glove would be gently bitten and slid off over smooth hands, revealing the Faustian contract.
The slight tilt of Sebastian's lips that Ciel hated so much would grow even bolder before on knee would be placed on the squishy mattress. Slowly, so tantalizingly slowly, Sebastian would stalk over to Ciel who remained stiller than death waiting for the first touch. It always started with his collarbone, his rough tongue dragging along the milky white skin.
It was always then that Sebastian's cute little master would bite his cheek to hold back his whimpers. It was always then that Sebastian would nip Ciel neck where his pulse jumped against his skin and it was at that very action Ciel would finally let out a small moan before pressing a hand to his mouth even though Sebastian would promptly rip it away and pin it above his head.
He would be scolded then, and Sebastian would tease him then by slipping a hand under his dressing gown to tickle patters on his thighs. Ciel would rut his hips trying hard to gain friction and Sebastian would tease him until his face went red. After that came the moment when his other glove was removed by the skillful mouth and tossed away. His hand would return but this time it always grabbed Ciel gently, rocking him in a gentle rhythm until he finally started to call out.
Ciel would always bite Sebastian's shoulder hard enough to draw blood which just excited his partner even more. The strokes would get harder, Sebastian would kiss Ciel hard enough to bruise his lips and make them swell while both of them enjoyed the metallic taste. By now Sebastian's hand hand snaked away from Ciel's wrist and into his hair to pull his head back.
The perfect balance of pain and pleasure and-
"Young Master, young master you've fallen asleep at your desk. You must go to bed or you will catch a cold." The deep voice startled the young Earl as he bolted up from where he had been dozing.
" Ah no I wasn't sleeping. I simply set my head down for a moment Sebastian. " Ciel shifted his legs when he noticed a rather unfortunate
feeling of tightness in his trousers. Blushing he pulled himself closer to his desk, waving the butler towards the door.
"Is something the matter young master?" Sebastian asked bowing slightly to get a closer look at his tiny master's flushed cheeks.
" Everything's fine. Go and bring me some cake." Head down pretending to work only the hitch in his voice had given him away.
"Of course." The butler's footsteps echoed quietly as he made his way to the kitchen and began preparing something that would make tonight most interesting.