Cielois two shot.
Alois can speak German, Finny is a slut, and Claude has a mustache.
Enjoy~
German translations are at the end.
The sun was low on the sky, ready to set any minute. The group of friends had chosen a serene night for an escapade, but the male caught in the clutches of Sebastian was far from calm. Ciel wanted nothing to do with his friends' filthy nightly activities, but by lying through their teeth they had finally managed to lure him to this place.
Ciel wasn't surprised, and the curses he hissed were mostly directed towards himself for getting fooled so easily. A bucket of sweets and a movie at the downtown theatre had sounded like a fun way to spend a Saturday evening, but to Ciel's dismay, he hadn't ended up anywhere near the promised destination.
"I really don't wanna go in there!" Ciel struggled against his brute of a friend, his frail arms being held captive by hands as big as dinner plates. Fabric wrinkled and grunts were exhaled as the petite form fought to break free.
"There's no getting out of it this time," Sebastian purred into Ciel's ear, the smoothness of his voice only serving to aggravate the male further.
"Come on! It'll be fun," Finny encouraged, his rosy lips stretching wider with every word. "We've all done it. You'll like it."
"Yeah, 'cause you're all mentally ill!"
"Eh. You're being a fuckin' pussy. Get your ass in there or I'll drag you in myself." Bardroy's deep voice rumbled over the small parking lot, all ten spots occupied save for the one next to Sebastian's black Mercedes.
The humid summer air surrounded the young adults, making clothes and hair stick to hot skin. The smell of dried grass, pavement so hot it burned anyone who touched it, the crickets playing their soothing music in the bushes – it all made Ciel feel out of place. The evening was ideal for a barbeque or a pool party, not for venturing into a dungeon of sin.
With a firm shove to his back, Ciel stumbled forward, burning up from the snickers that soon followed. "Would you stop it?!" he spat, whirling around with clenched fists.
Bardroy let out a heartfelt chuckle. "We just want you to pull that stick out of your ass-"
"And finally allow someone to shove something else up there," Sebastian teased, dark eyes sparkling with amusement.
"You're all crazy! You know I'm not a virgin right? I'm 19 years old!"
"Yeah right. I've seen you kiss one dude – once. And I've known you since you were four," Finny retorted, walking up to his shorter friend to place a hand on his shoulder. "Just relax. Haven't you ever been curious?"
"No!" Ciel seethed, ripping Finny's hand off of him. "I'm not a pervert like you guys. I'm doing just fine on my own."
"Hah!" Bardroy raised two thick eyebrows as he lit the cigarette dangling between his lips. "That poor hand of yours must be pretty worn out by now."
"Th-that's not what I meant! I just-" Ciel's words were drowned by a sea of laughter, causing him to groan in frustration. "FINE! I'll do it, just this once. If it shuts you up."
"That's my boy! Finally growing up!" Bardroy trapped Ciel with a huge arm around his delicate shoulders, grinning as they started walking towards the entrance of the building. It used to have been a strip club, but nowadays it wasn't much more than a shabby place for gay guys to hook up with a pink drink in hand.
"I won't even get in. I'm not 21."
"Like they care," Bardroy snorted, blowing a puff of smoke at Ciel. "They won't even check your ID. This is barely even a club anymore."
Ciel eyed his friends' clothes as he waved the smoke away with a frown contorting his soft features. Bardroy was dressed in nothing but a white tank top and green shorts, an odd outfit for someone going clubbing. Finny was wearing his favorite black skinny jeans with his narrow torso covered in nothing but a pink lace top, while Sebastian was dressed in all black, as usual. He wore ordinary shorts matched with a simple black t-shirt – nothing out of the ordinary.
"You're not exactly dressed to go dancing."
"First of all, we won't be dancing. Secondly, it's not like we could've fooled you if we put on leather pants and cat ears." Finny gave Ciel a wink, shutting him up the rest of the way.
Ciel swallowed the nervous lump in his throat as they came to a halt in front of the entrance. "Wha-"
"Long time no see," Sebastian interrupted, stepping under the neon sign above the black painted door. "Haven't seen you around these parts for quite a while."
The guard beside the entrance was as stiff as one could be, barely moving even the smallest muscle. "Sebastian."
"Claude," Sebastian said in the same monotone voice the other male had used. "How've you been? I see you've changed some...things."
Claude cleared his throat, his pristine uniform ruffling as his hand flew up to touch his thick mustache. "Yes, I-"
"NICE STACHE, BROCHACHO!" Bardroy teased, releasing Ciel to shove Claude at the shoulder. "Trying to pull of the ol' rapist look, ey?" He turned to Ciel, pointing at the guard with his thumb. "Wouldn't wanna meet him in an alley at night, amiright?"
Claude's lips pressed together for a split second before he spitefully retorted, "Nice to see you're still the same."
"So you're Claude? The Claude?" Dark eyebrows lifted as Ciel tried not to stare. About six months ago, Sebastian had dated a guy named Claude, who apparently was the worst lay he had ever had. Ciel had heard all the stories, but this was the first time they met face to face.
"Yeah, yeah, be nice and subtle why don't you," Sebastian snarled under his breath, grasping the sleeve of Ciel's shirt and pulling the door open. "Come on, guys." Dark eyes once more rolled to Claude in an awkward stare. "Oh and, good to see you again."
Claude only nodded to Sebastian before he took the door from him and held it open for the group.
Soft chatter and familiar music met them as they stepped inside, and Ciel turned to Sebastian with a teasing glint in his eyes. "You really dated that guy?"
Sebastian inhaled deeply through his nose as lids fell over exasperated eyes. "Unfortunately, yes."
"He has a fucking mustache!"
"He looked ridiculous," Finny remarked, covering his mouth with a small hand as he giggled.
"He didn't have it while we dated, okay?!"
"But still… you say thatI have a stick up my ass. That guy must have a whole fucking log!" Ciel cleared his throat to keep his laugh at bay, but Bardroy didn't show the same respect and bent down to slap his own thigh as he completely broke down.
"Real funny guys," Sebastian snarled, eyes narrowing and muscles tensing. "Can we go now?"
"Okay, okay, I can get the dating," Ciel said, lips twitching in amusement. "But the sex? Holy hell, Sebastian. WHY IN THE WORLD-"
"Shut up. Just shut the fuck up," Sebastian spat as he turned around and strolled closer to the bar.
"Sorry, Sebby," Ciel apologized as he followed his friend, getting a soft nod in return. "I gotta ask you something. Why are we doing this in a club? I've seen on TV that there are these rest stops where you can-"
"Those places are filthy."
"And this place isn't?" Ciel let his blue orbs wander, inspecting the interior from top to bottom. He eyed the worn furniture, the stains on the wood floor, and the flaking red paint on the walls. His face contorted into a frown as he studied the swaying males on the dance floor, watching them grind against each other while the loners at the bar stared.
"You haven't seen all of it. Follow me."
Sebastian led Ciel and the others behind a blood red velvet curtain in the far end of the bar. As his long fingers curled around the fabric and pushed it aside, a small gasp escaped Ciel.
"Is this... No fucking way. I'm not going in there." Ciel turned on his heel after laying eyes on what looked like a room taken out of a horror movie. There were sex toys hanging all over one of the black painted walls, and some of them were already in use by the small group of people inside. He saw dildos, whips and handcuffs, and worse things Ciel had never seen before. With panic in his veins he tried to run away, but one of his friends was quicker than him.
"Oh no you don't!" Bardroy extended a massive arm just in time to grasp Ciel's collar, hindering him in the middle of a step. Frail hands flew up to clutch a soft throat as Ciel was choked and yanked back inside. He stumbled backwards, reaching for Bardroy's hands and rasping out a muted complaint.
"L-let me g-go!" Ciel tried to pry Bardroy's fingers off of his midnight blue shirt, but without the least bit of success.
"Ciel, you're acting like a 12 year old sissy. It's about time you got some action," Finny reprimanded, pulling out a pink lip gloss from the pocket of his dark jeans. The lithe blonde walked past his friends on confident legs, back straight and lips curved in a flirtatious smirk. "Come on, boys. Let's get Ciel a nice pole to play with."
The rough hand holding Ciel only released him to place a loud smack to Finny's backside as he passed. With a squeak, the petite blonde stopped, glancing over his shoulder and rubbing his smarting butt cheek.
"Very funny, Bard."
"You know it, baby." Bardroy gave Finny a finger gun as well as a wink, but all he got was a groan in return.
Finny resumed his course, heading for a long corridor to the left. The others followed until they reached the end, and entered into another room. Ciel gulped as he stared at the many wooden booths placed along the wall. There were six of them, similar to bathroom stalls, all painted in bright red.
There were muffled moans coming from within some of them, but other than that, the room was void of people. Bardroy slumped down on a long bench against the opposite wall, stretching out his muscles and cracking his fingers. Sebastian sat down next to him, starting up a cheerful conversation as Finny made his way over to a full-body mirror close to the booths.
"You're so fucking gay even RuPaul would be jealous," Ciel sneered as he walked up to Finny, watching him apply a thin sheet of pink gloss to his pouting lips. "Why do you even need that? Aren't you gonna be the one... y'know."
"Sucking? I'm not even sure I'll go in there today. Maybe I'll find myself a stud in the dungeon instead." Finny glanced over at Ciel, smooth cheeks tinted with the same pink as his grinning lips. "Or maybe I'll just stay out here and listen to you."
Ciel was brutally reminded what was expected of him and his hands starting shivering by the mere thought. "N-no, that's not necessary."
"You sure? I could help get you going if you're nervous. You know, touch you a little to get your lil' friend to stand."
"You talk too much, baby. Finding a stud, sucking dick, playing with Ciel's balls. You're not doing any of that." Bardroy leaned back against the wall with a wide grin, his thick forearms resting in his lap.
Finny turned, eying the male with scrutinizing turquoise orbs. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"
With sultry eyes, Bardroy used his smoothest voice and most charming stare on the smaller blonde. "You've got everything you need right here." And with that, Bardroy tapped his thigh with a gentle palm, just as over-confident as always.
Finny rolled his eyes. "Pfft. Like I would ever go for your brawny ass."
"So cocky. I remember when you were yay high," Bardroy motioned with a flat hand about five feet above the ground, "You were so innocent. Such a little angel, blushing anytime someone said the word pee-pee. And just look at you now."
"Get lost. No one wants to hear that."
"I beg to differ," Bardroy purred as he hooked one finger around one of Finny's belt loops and pulled him onto his lap. The smaller blonde fell down with a squeak, followed by a giggle as Bardroy grabbed his skinny waist and nuzzled his neck.
"S-stop it, you're messing up the hair!" Finny whined between giggles, but made no attempt to hinder the other from fondling him.
"They look pretty content, wouldn't you say?" Sebastian gave Ciel one of his familiar smirks, and the younger knew exactly what he was thinking about. Ciel's insides twisted and he felt close to nauseous, but he had no time to voice an objection before his tall friend grabbed his arm and dragged him to an empty booth.
"Have fun," was all Sebastian said before he pulled the door open and placed a giant hand between Ciel's shoulder blades, giving him a firm push.
Ciel stumbled forward, tripping over his own feet. Panic beamed from his eyes as he found his footing, just in time to watch the raven-haired male close the door with a wide grin.
"Wait! What side of the hole am I on? Do I have to—SEBASTIAN!" Ciel's heart was beating out of control. His lungs felt like they would explode from the heavy breaths he drew. As he looked around, examining the inside of the booth, he found nothing but a small stool.
After pacing in a circle for a stressful minute, he finally fell down on the gangly piece of furniture and buried his damp face in his hands. After a few well-needed breaths, dark locks lifted, and that's when Ciel finally caught sight of the hole in the wall.
His heart nearly stopped. Ciel was terrified that a cock might pop out of there at any second, and that he would be forced to perform oral sex for the first time in his life on a person he hadn't even seen. He considered running for it, or faking an illness, but just as he was about to reach for the handle, a soft voice came from the other side.
"Hi there, sweetie. You're pretty nervous, huh? What's your name?"
Ciel could feel every pore soaking him in sweat as the other male's gentle tone reached his ears. This was getting real; there was an actual person in the other booth. He was surprised not to hear the deep voice of an older man, which he had expected. Instead Ciel was greeted by someone who sounded kind and young, and, if he wasn't mistaken, someone who had a faint foreign accent.
"Uuhh..."
"Cat got your tongue?"
Ciel cleared his throat and dragged his fingers through his hair, trying to regain his composure. "I'm Ciel." He mentally scolded himself for not coming up with a fake name, but the light voice was as soft and calming as velvet, pulling him away from his common sense faster than a moving train.
"Nice to sorta meet you, Ciel. I'm Alois."
"Hi... Uhm, look. I don't really wanna be here but-"
"Your friends made you?"
"Yeah... So I should probably just go."
"Why would you go? I won't bite." Alois hooked a lock of platinum blonde behind his ear, smirking like he was up to no good. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the corner that connected the two booths. His knees were drawn up to his chest with one thin arm folded around them as he inspected his manicured nails painted with purple polish.
Ciel breathed out a small laugh at the joke, but he wouldn't be talked into this that easy. "You seem nice enough, but this just isn't my thing." He wiped away the salty drops from his forehead with the back of his hand as he lifted his bum from the stool.
"Wait. Can't we just talk a little? I promise I'll be good." If Ciel hadn't been so inexperienced, he might have noticed the seductive undertone in Alois' voice. The 23 year old male knew what he was doing, the prospect of being the first for a nervous virgin making him hot beyond reason.
"You want to... talk?" Ciel asked, chewing at his bottom lip as he sat back down again. He figured that just talking with the stranger might be a good idea; the longer he sat in there, the more likely it would be that he'd be able to fool his friends that he actually went through with it.
"Yeah, you sound so sweet and innocent." A cute little giggle fled amused lips as Alois tilted his head against the wall with a wide smile.
"What? I'm not innocent!" The previous feeling Ciel had gotten by listening to Alois' voice vanished as he was insulted, completely oblivious of the fact that the blonde only intended to tease.
"But you are sweet?"
"No! I'm-"
"Super manly and badass. I get it. But you can't deny that you're innocent." Slender fingers mindlessly fiddled with thigh high stockings, the blonde wearing an outfit that could have any man fighting the temptation to grab him and claim him as their own. Never ending legs were restless as Alois played the role he played best, the high heels of his black boots scraping against the floor.
Black silk shorts covered his flawless bottom; tight enough to show off the shape of the blonde's form, yet loose enough to fit greedy hands. The creamy skin of a flat belly was on display for anyone who dared to look, but his perky nipples were hidden by his loose purple crop top. The sleeves were short, showing off his pale arms, void of any muscle. If only Ciel knew what an attractive young male he was speaking to.
"I'm not – I've done...things," Ciel snarled, his fine jaw tensing and pallid cheeks flaring up in annoyance.
"Sure, kid. You're a virgin, aren't you?"
"I've had a boyfriend."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"I'm experienced, okay?" Ciel lied, tempted to throw the blonde a demeaning insult.
"Hmm... Then why're you so afraid of sticking your dick inside that hole there?" Big eyes rolled up to the wall as Alois instinctively wet his lips. He was there for a reason, after all.
"I just don't want a stranger to-"
"Give you the best head you'll ever get?"
Ciel's cheeks heated up in a burning blush. "How can you be so sure?"
"They don't call me Lecken for nothing."
"You're Lecken?" Ciel had heard all about the legendary Lecken from his friends, but no one knew who he was or what he looked like. He was supposedly this amazing pole dancer who was mind-blowingly skilled with his tongue. He danced at one of the most popular clubs in town and the reason no one knew what he looked like was that he always wore a mask.
"Yep. That's me."
"That's German right?"
"Yes. I was born there."
"That's pretty cool. So does Lecken mean anything or…?"
Alois smirked. "It means to lick."
"Oh wow… now I get what you mean." Ciel raised his arm to scratch the back of his head, breathing a little harder with every word Alois spoke. He wasn't exactly nervous, but an odd feeling was spreading throughout his body that he was unable to place. At the mention of Alois' nickname, Ciel just couldn't keep himself from imagining what he looked like, and how he moved on stage. And what he saw was indeed enticing.
"Yeah, it's a pretty flattering nickname. I guess I'm just that good."
"Yeah…" Ciel let out an awkward little laugh, trying to figure out where to place his gaze. He finally ended up staring at the hole again, realizing that eight inches in diameter was wide enough to peer through. "So… if I look through that hole I might see your face?"
"You think I'm stupid? I never go out without my mask." Alois reached for the black mask covering the upper part of his face, adorned with jewels and feathers, as if to check that it was still there.
"Are you ashamed of your face?"
"Hell no! I'm gorgeous. But it's more fun like that. Without it I'm just another dancer, but this mask is what's got me noticed. Apparently I'm 'mysterious' when I wear it."
"Why do you even say who you are when you go to places like this? You could skip the mask and no one would know you're Lecken."
"I used to do that. But I found that I got even more tips if Lecken had a reputation."
"Smart."
"I like attention, sex, and money. This way I get all three."
"I see. But you're fine with just talking to me?"
"Sure... Talking is great." Alois breathed out an inaudible chuckle, lifting graceful hands to stroke his inner thighs. "But just answer this one question for me, okay?"
"What is it?"
"Be honest with me. You've never had a blowjob, have you?"
Ciel swallowed, grasping the edges of the stool as he parted his lips to speak the truth. "No, I haven't."
"Aren't you curious?" Smooth fingertips brushed over the bare skin of the blonde's thighs, elevating his breathing as he listed to the alluring male.
"A little... I mean, who isn't? I just haven't met many guys that've made me think about sex."
"You sure you're gay?"
"Yes! What I'm trying to say is that everyone is so goddamn uninteresting. It has to be something intriguing about a person for me to feel that way."
"Oh…" Soft hands ceased their movement as curious eyebrows lifted; for the first time Alois was genuinely interested in learning more about his playmate. "Speaking of intriguing, tell me about your dreams, Ciel."
"Dreams? Like what I wanna do with my life?"
"Anything. I want to know what your passions are."
"Well… I like to write. I'm studying English literature to become an editor." Ciel was pleasantly surprised that Alois would ask such a question, and oddly enough he found himself actually having a good time speaking to him. Perhaps that was why he felt like he could be completely honest.
"Seriously? That's really interesting."
"Why?"
"I might be swinging around a pole at night, but during the days, I work at a publisher's office." The blonde was getting surprisingly excited, finding out that Ciel was a writer.
"You're shitting me?"
"No, it's true. I even had some poems published last year. Stuff about my background and shit."
"Wow… I could never have imagined-"
"That I had somewhat of a brain? Heart? Feelings? I'm a human just like you, Ciel."
"I didn't mean it like that. It's just good to meet someone you share an interest with."
"I see."
"Yeah."
"Going back to that interesting person thing you were talking about earlier – what do you think about me?" Alois smiled as he eagerly awaited the response, lightly pressing his ear against the wall.
"I've never met anyone like you, that's for sure."
"I take that as a compliment."
"It…is." Ciel was surprised by how much he liked Alois. If they'd met under different circumstances, they might've even become friends. During their talk he had relaxed considerably, now leaning against the back wall, mindlessly fiddling with one of his sleeves.
"Thank you." Alois giggled softly, satisfied with the answer. But he was still there for a reason, and those hands of his couldn't be still for too long. "So you've never had a blowjob... how interesting." He stroked his flat belly, a low hum leaving him as he traced the hem of his smooth silk shorts.
"Ugh, are we back to that?"
"Yes! I'm curious, how did it make you feel when I told you who I was? You got a little excited, didn't you?"
"No I didn't!"
The blonde reached up to circle a nipple, exhaling hot deep breaths as his eyes fluttered shut. "So you didn't imagine my lips around your dick?"
Alois' voice was low and seductive, and Ciel was sure he heard a soft moan at the end of the last word. It was getting hard to keep still because no matter how much he tried to deny it, Alois was right, and the way he spoke was making his heart race.
"No."
"So not even a little part of you imagined how my tongue would feel sliding up your cock?" Alois was getting hot between his legs, squeezing down on his bulge just to feel how he started to grow. He wanted Ciel even more now than before, and lord knows he would stop at nothing to get him.
"Uh... I should-"
"Shh... Just listen to me, Ciel. Haven't you ever woken up with such a hard on that it hurt? Just imagine that feeling. Wouldn't it be good to have a nice hot mouth to take care of it for you?"
A fine throat bobbed as Ciel swallowed the own thumping of his heart, feeling almost dizzy as his breathing sped up. "I- uh..."
"Wouldn't it feel good, just this once, to have someone else take care of that ache between your legs? Or would you rather walk out of here and jack off in the bathroom?"
"For your information, I don't have a boner."
"Aren't we past that, Ciel? There's no need to lie to me. You're being offered a blowjob from Lecken himself. Only a guy without a dick would be soft after hearing what I just said."
"I think I've been in here long enough. I could just lie and say we did it." Ciel stumbled to his feet with cheeks the color of ripe strawberries. Even if the offer was tempting, he wasn't about to haul his cock out to an almost complete stranger and stick it through a hole.
As delicate fingers curled around the handle, a pale arm shot out from the hole, grabbing the hem of Ciel's denim shorts and pulling him away from the door. Ciel almost fell due to the rough yank, and fumbled for something to grab. When his hands found nothing, he lost his balance, but with another yank, Alois had him flush against the separating wall.
"Alois!"
"You're not getting away that easy." The blonde wasted no time before he reached for Ciel's bulge, cupping the hard flesh through the rough denim. "Aah, I'm never wrong."
"W-wait! Mm—I... Ah." Damp palms and a hot cheek were pressed against the cold wood as Ciel's eyes fluttered shut. He could easily break free, for the blonde had no way to fondle him and keep a hold of his shorts at the same time. But it seemed as if the touch was a means of its own to keep the teen in place.
Alois grasped the shaft through the fabric, giving it a light squeeze before he started rubbing it. "Mm you're a pretty good size. Bigger than I thought. I bet you taste delicious."
Ciel was so surprised and overwhelmed that nothing but soft moans came out of his mouth. He should bolt – he knew that. And the thought only grew stronger as if his brain was determined to keep this from happening. But just as he was about to push himself away from the wall, Alois unbuttoned his jeans and pulled him closer.
Icy eyes opened as wide as they could go as they landed on the shape of Ciel's dick, his white boxers so snug around the hard flesh that nothing was left for the imagination.
"Oh damn," Alois moaned, drawing in a shaky breath before he practically attacked the tempting thing with his mouth. He went straight for the tip, sucking and soaking the fabric in saliva like he was starving. "Mmm baby, you're rock hard."
"Ah g-god." Ciel's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he was touched between his legs for the very first time. He wasn't sure what the other was doing, but if he had to guess, he was rubbing his face all over his crotch.
The blonde took a deep breath through his nose, inhaling the scent of Ciel's arousal and humming like he was in heaven. Rosy cheeks and plump lips pressed against the hardness as Alois nuzzled the shape, coaxing all kinds of alluring noises from the other male.
"Jesus f-fucking Christ," Ciel breathed, his body paralyzed by Alois' touch and his mind cloudy from being turned on beyond belief.
"Let's see what we got here, big boy." With a lick to his lips, Alois reached inside Ciel's boxers, letting his fingers run over the soft skin of his cock.
"H-hah—Alois, wait..." The word might have been spoken, but not even an inch of Ciel meant it. With nothing but mere fingertips, the blonde had Ciel's heart hammering against his ribcage like it wanted to escape. Thin lips were cracked wide open, and deep blue eyes were covered by lids that never seemed to want to lift again. Ciel couldn't have moved even he wanted to.
"Nuh uh, no way." Alois shook his head as he wrapped his fingers around the length, lifting it from its prison of cloth. "Wow. Look at yoooou. I don't even wanna think about what'll happen if I wait any longer."
Ciel's cock was red and swollen, the slit already glistening with precum. The tip of a long finger tapped the head as Alois' lips curled into a satisfied smile. Ciel gave a whimper, his dick twitching and his limbs shivering from the touch.
A sticky string followed the blonde's digit as he retracted his hand, the sight of the glittering curve sending a jolt of arousal straight to his crotch. Silky locks of hair fell away from his forehead as he tilted his head to catch the string on his tongue, humming in satisfaction. Alois swirled the muscle around with closed eyes before he slipped the finger into his mouth and cleaned it with enthusiasm.
"Mmm, you really are delicious." A graceful hand reached for Ciel's length, gripping both balls and shaft in a rough grip.
"Ah! Aloi-"
"Lecken," Alois corrected, darting his tongue out to connect excited tastebuds with the smooth tip. The slick muscle rolled over the sensitive skin as soft lips squeezed around the head, coaxing a broken cry from Ciel's throat.
"F-fu—Lecken!"
"Ich liebe es, dich zu lecken," Alois purred, his thick lashes casting long shadows over hot cheeks as he dragged his tongue along the underside of Ciel's cock.
"Hnnn." Ciel clenched his teeth, unaware of that he pressed his front so hard against the wall that both palms and cheek were turning white. He was long gone, all other thoughts shoved far back into his mind as that slippery tongue worked its magic.
Alois lifted his free hand to wrap around his other one, using both thumbs to rub Ciel's balls as he lapped all over the shaft. Ciel's cock was soon wet and glistening as he slowly forgot what words like virtuous and chaste meant. His brain was screaming sin, the voices outside the booth low and unimportant as he fell victim to one truly wicked male.
Ciel couldn't care less about anything else at this point; abandoning his morals had him so thrilled that it felt like every inch of him was vibrating. And that lascivious voice and that maddeningly skilled tongue was enough to already bring Ciel to the edge. Alois hadn't even started sucking him yet, but that knot in his belly was making him breathe so hard he became dizzy.
With a slow lick to the sensitive spot below the tip, Alois cracked a wide smile. "Not yet, baby. We're gonna be in here for a long time. You're not the only one getting something out of this."
Ciel exhaled a needy moan as thin legs trembled and fingers quivered. He barely heard a word the blonde was speaking; the hands stroking him, the tongue rolling like it was made to please; Ciel could hardly handle how much he liked it, much less accept what he was doing. He just knew he needed more of it.
"Keep going," Ciel commanded, barely recognizing his own voice. It was husky and authoritative, and uttering the words made him feel surprisingly good.
"Well aren't you being bossy." Alois gave the tip a sloppy kiss before he slid his knees over the floor, spreading them wide. The silk was soft against his skin as he ran his palm over his backside, squeezing down on the plump flesh. "You're making me horny, Ciel."
Alois' lips twitched in satisfaction as the cock in his hand pulsed nice and hard at his words. He wasn't lying; his own length was swelling between his legs, creating a little tent in his tiny shorts. And those shorts were soon invaded by his hand, his thin digits gliding between his cheeks to move his black lace thong to the side.
The blonde couldn't help but whimper as he ran his fingertips over his hole, arching his back in reaction to the sensation. As he teased himself, he let his lips brush over Ciel's cock, up and down, from side to side. His eyes were closed, his lips parted to make way for soft moans. But they were soon drowned by the other male's noises of frustration.
"Mm, does it hurt?" Alois purred, eyes sultry and hair damp at the tips as he took in every beguiling whimper Ciel let out. "Let me lick it all better for you."
Ciel sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as that hot mouth returned to his cock. That glorious tongue swirled around his tip, tasting him for all he was worth and making his chest hurt by the way he pressed himself as close as possible.
Blonde locks bobbed back and forth as Alois swallowed the length, sucking and licking like he couldn't get enough. His own cock was leaking through his shorts as his fist clenched around Ciel's shaft, the taste and sounds of the other a much bigger turn on than he'd ever imagined.
As he worked he kept fantasizing about what the stubborn virgin might hide deep within, shuddering at the thought of being mounted and worshipped by someone so callow. Lean digits played between his cheeks, fingertips stroking his taint and ass to the point where he was sweating with frustration.
"Oh hell." Ciel clawed at the smooth surface, his hair sticking to his temple as he tried to keep his voice down. It felt so good that he thought his knees would give way, that sinful tongue sliding down to lap at his balls driving him crazy enough to whack his hips against the wall with a bang.
"Easy there, stallion," Alois breathed as he pulled away, his chest heaving with every hot breath as he licked his glistening lips. He was exhaling moan after moan as he teased his hole, and with a rough squeeze to the base of Ciel's dick, he slipped one finger inside. "Nngg Ciel!"
"Aah! Wh-what're you doing?" As if Alois' tongue wasn't enough, his sounds of pleasure were sending spikes of arousal through Ciel, intensifying every sensation.
"I-I'm fucking myself, p-pretending it's you," Alois huffed before once again engulfing Ciel's length with warm wetness. Tonsils clenched around Ciel's tip as the blonde took him so deep his nose nudged the faintest of happy trails.
"Fu-FUCK!" Moans were loud as Ciel was driven to madness by that devilish tongue slipping up to his head to lap at the slit. Alois wasted no time before repeating the procedure, deepthroating Ciel like it was his calling.
A smooth jaw fell as the most amazing feeling rushed through Ciel's groin, washing away every bit of sanity he had left. His hand flew up to pull at his own hair, his eyes squeezed shut, his body reacting by jerking forward as he was about to come at any second.
"I'm-"
Alois gasped as he pulled away for a well-needed breath, blue eyes rolling over the rigid dick just dying to feel his mouth again.
"Don't stop, don't-"
"Heh... you like it that much huh. I wonder what you sound like when you beg."
"Just...keep going."
Red lips opened for a chuckle to flee as Alois slowly slid his finger in and out, panting out his next sentence. "What's the magic word?"
"Just fucking do it!"
"Cute little boys like you should learn to do what grownups tell them to."
"Go to hell."
"Such profanities! Perhaps I should stop. A naughty boy like you should be taught a lesson."
"No, no. Fuck. Don't-" Small teeth caught a lower lip as Ciel let out the tiniest of whimpers. His cock was dripping and so hard that it ached – he needed that tongue again and he needed it now.
"The magic word, Ciel."
"Fucking—please."
"Good boy. And what do you want me to do?"
"Su-suck me."
"That's it." Alois dragged his tongue up the impossibly stiff thing in front of him, listening to how Ciel's breaths became swift and shallow. Every delectable drop dripping from the slit was caught by the muscle as the blonde slipped a second finger past his clenching insides, closing his eyes at the added stretch. As wet lips wrapped around the head, Alois moved his fist over the shaft, and he sucked and stroked just as fast as he fucked himself.
The blonde had a tough time to stay still as skilled fingers pushed against smooth walls, making him crave the dick he was tasting even more. Imagining how well it would fill him up made him hot, but the thought of robbing the teen of every last bit of innocence had him trembling from head to toe.
"F-fuck Ciel. I want your dick in me." The words escaped Alois just as his tongue rolled over the tip, resulting in Ciel slamming his hips against the wall once again. The action made the blonde drive his fingers in even harder, sweat running down his back as he released Ciel's cock to slap his palm onto the floor.
"Fick meine kehle," Alois whispered, every word hot and needy as he dropped his jaw and stuck his tongue out. He let it drag all over the underside of the head, teasing without intention as all he wanted was to be claimed by Ciel. "Make me gag."
Hearing Alois murmur and whisper, feeling him swallow him down once again, was more than enough to make Ciel abandon his self-restraint. Muscles tensed as he snapped his hips, and the sound of the other's muffled cough was enough to almost make him spill right then and there.
Ciel's jeans were bundled around his feet, his underwear snug around his thighs as the bang of his pelvis made the booths rattle. He wanted to smash the wall down, to grab Alois' hair and have his way with him. Every feeling he had was foreign, but he welcomed them with open arms as he was filled with a sense of power he'd never felt before. He wanted Alois on his hands and knees; he wanted him bruised by the mere force of him taking what he wanted.
Alois clenched around his quick fingers, breathing hard through his nose as he drooled all over himself. He gagged with every thrust, that slick tip hitting the back of his throat with such force his mind became clouded.
Knees were red where black socks had slipped down, gliding over the floor as Alois' body rocked back and forth. Lashes fluttered as every inch of the blonde heated up, because the boy fucking him was a beast in the making. Ciel was a boy becoming a man who could make Alois call out for a god he didn't even believe in.
"I-I'm gonna come," Ciel gasped out, gritting his teeth and growling as the blonde pulled away and replaced his mouth with his hand. But his frustration was soon overshadowed by raging desire as Alois started jacking him off and breathed out a set of words that made every muscle he possessed cramp up.
"Come for me. Come all over my face."
"Shit." Ciel had to fight to stay standing as the command made him lose it completely. His limbs were hot and tingling as he finally let it all out with a low moan, his cock pulsing and twitching as he came all over the place.
Alois had his tongue on display, barely nudging the tip as he jerked his wrist over the throbbing length. Thick strands of white spurted out over his lower face, running down his cheeks as he flicked his tongue to clean Ciel up. He was shivering as he swallowed the load, still finger fucking himself like nothing else mattered.
Silk shorts and lace underwear were all wet and soiled from sweat and precum, the blonde barely holding it together as his cock thumped between his legs. With a needy whine, Alois dropped to his hand and knees, panting as his forehead connected with the floor.
"Fuck me, god please I need you to fuck me."
Ciel's eyes widened with the desperation in Alois' voice, and he could've come a hundred times, but he would still get hard from hearing that. Without thinking, he stuffed his cock into his boxers and pulled his pants up, only stopping for a second to catch his breath. He slammed the door open and didn't even care to check his surroundings as he got in front of Alois' booth and banged his fist against the wood.
"Woooow, someone's had fun! You were in there for an eternity," Finny cheered, sitting on the bench next to Bardroy, who chuckled loudly in approval.
Ciel completely ignored them and pulled on the handle, only focusing on one thing. "Open the fuck up!"
Blonde brows furrowed as Finny stopped giggling, now realizing that Ciel was acting like a complete lunatic. "What do you think you're doing, Ciel?"
"Leave me the hell alone! Can't you see I'm a little busy?"
"You can't go in-"
The click of the lock rendered Finny quiet.
Ich liebe es, dich zu lecken – I love licking you
Fick meine kehle – Fuck my throat
The last part will be published within a month. Don't forget to review :*