"My Lord..."

His tongue lolled out his sinful mouth hungrily, as if literally the obedient dog his master metaphorically labelled as; going on a perpetual trip up svelte, ironically creamy thighs which trembled beneath the firm hold of his long-fingered, black-nailed hands.

"Young Master..."

Obliging to the absolute orders his bocchan had priorly given him, his tongue stroked across baby-soft powdery skin, lapping up cream and composure from the slate-haired boy.

"Sir..."

Already the Earl was a mess, before the fun stuff had even began: a mess of heated lust, sweat, discomposure, vulnerability and thick testosterone. Both a delicious and intoxicating sight that the demon drank in like drugs or mulled liquor. The sight of the boy succumbing himself to him; being claimed by the demon willingly; weaving ecstasy through Sebastian's synapses and a drunken smile across his lonely lips.

"Bocchan..."

Murmuring Ciel's titles over and over again, adding an extra inch closer to the boy finally falling apart. His tongue then gave an 'accidental' twitch, 'misguiding' itself intimately further up his thigh, achingly closer to where the boy silently wanted it. Said boy whispered his name into the silence with a shake to his voice, tensed and trembled.

"Master..."

Sebastian grew tired of teasings fast. He needed to see his tamer come apart completely, needed to make him his, like humans needed food and water to survive. A (adorable) squeak of surprise emitted from the little Lord when his tongue went higher, higher, until it finally dragged over the boys aching excitement; a quiet whimper of pleasure soon leaving those soft lips.

"Ciel..."

Calling his master by his name-how crude. But what a gorgeous response he got in return. Ciel tensed further, those pretty mismatched eyes widening-especially pretty since one of them, the violet orb, had Sebastian's Mark engraved into it, an endowment right there. Unable to resist temptation, Sebastian broke away from Ciel's manhood and momentarily came up to grab Ciel's jaw dominantly, pushing their lips together in a rough, and yet (must he admit it?) loving kiss, loving the way Ciel's hands felt as they soon weaved their way into his raven hair.

"Sebastian..." A plea in his tone. Whispered against his moving lips. "Please me."

So Sebastian moved to, shuffling away from those kiss-bruised lips down to his lap once more-until he noticed something that brought an amused, affectionate chuckle bubbling up his throat. "Someone's excited," he stated in amusement, eyeing Ciel's hard member with hunger glinting in those bright brown eyes, barely not shifting to demonic magenta with lust.

Ciel flushed sheepishly. "S-Stop staring," he chided, silently cursing his stutter. "Pervert."

"Your pervert," Sebastian merely corrected without a hint of hurt or scorn, before obliging to his master's prior words and taking his whole member into his mouth, thumbs brushing over Ciel's slender hips and holding them steady. He began to bob his head, appreciating the way Ciel moaned out, his name, in general, and the way he started shaking like he was going to fly apart, fighting back gag reflex and focusing on pleasuring the boy.

The noble laced a hand into his onyx hair and tugged it in time with Sebastian's movements, sinking his teeth into his fragile bottom lip until he tasted blood. "I'm going to-going to-" he panted out, a telltale hot knot of tension in his stomach.

Sebastian didn't stop, a silent encouragement for the boy to go on. He sucked harder and deeper, until his master finally shuddered apart, releasing himself into that hot wet cavern.

The demon pulled off him with a soft 'pop' and grinned up at the panting boy sultrily before he edged back up to kiss Ciel again, something he'd wanted to do for so long, cradling the back of that soft cloud-grey head as he pushed his tongue into his mouth straight away. Ciel groaned as he tasted something salty and bitter on his butler's tongue, shuddered with recognition of what it was.

"Sebastian... Will you take me?"

Sebastian was wholly taken aback to hear such words come out of such a youthful mouth. "Is that an order, my Lord?"

"No..." Shyly Ciel tucked his adorably pink face into Sebastian's shoulder. "It's merely a hopeful request."

"Forever yes, my Lord." Sebastian smiled down at the short bundle of nerves snuggled in his arms. "But we need lube."

Ciel blushed so hard that Sebastian actually chuckled at the adorableness of it. "Sebastian!" he scolded weakly. "Must you be so brazen-mouthed?"

"My apologises, sir," he apologised through helpless laughs. "I was just stating a fact. There should be something in the kitchen I could go get..."

"Take me with you." Ciel opened his arms out to be picked up, a black eyebrow raising in reply.

"May I ask why?"

Ciel shrugged.

Sebastian sighed and picked the boy up like a toddler, cradling him to his chest gently like he was a delicate doll of porcelain. He began his short journey to the kitchen, the boys arms snaking around his neck, flushed face buried in his shoulder. Once in the kitchen, which was fortunately empty (the servants must have been taking a break out in the garden and rare buttery sunlight), Sebastian gently placed Ciel down on his feet and went around searching for something to act as lubricant. He rummaged around under the sink-Ciel frowned, after all what could be in there?-and pulled out a bottle of chemicals. "Found one."

Ciel frowned. "Not that!"

Sebastian mockingly frowned at the boys negative answer and glanced down at the hand-written label on the bottle. "But it does say it lubricates any dirty hinge."

His eyes widened. A gasp of incredulous astonishment left his mouth, a glowing flush painting his pearly cheeks. "You bastard-" he began angrily.

"I'm teasing, young master." Sebastian laughed at the boys reaction as he put the bottle away and got instead a jar of cooking oil. "Will this suffice?"

Ciel, who was unhappy with his new lover, merely mumbled under his breath about bastard butlers, crossing his arms over his chest.

"My apologises, my Lord." Sebastian genuinely frowned in concern at Ciel's reaction and came over, putting the oil on the counter as he kneeled down before his master and wrapped his arms around Ciel's tiny waist. He sporadically kissed those lonely lips. "Please don't take it to heart. I was only teasing you."

Ciel smirked suddenly, causing Sebastian's eyes to widen in surprise. He leaned forward and nipped at Sebastian's bottom lip, which parted beneath the pressure, allowing Ciel to dominantly swipe his tongue inside of his sweet-tasting mouth as he connected their lips. Sebastian was submissive about the sudden kiss, but only for this once, all until Ciel stepped forward and between his legs where he kneeled, and the demon lost it with impatience, control and self-restraint shattering like glass across the marble floors, burning alive in the heat.

He stood up suddenly and turned Ciel around, hands on his small feminine shoulders moving to the boys hands, holding them behind his back. A surprised gasp left Ciel's lips as he was marched forward and bent over the table, his ass sticking out in the air, as if a suggestive invitation.

"Young master..." Sebastian bent over the table with him, chest pressed against Ciel's back lightly, mouth by the Earl's pinking ear. As he breathed, spoke, his hot breath exhaled straight into the rosy shell of said tiny ear, causing a shiver to glide up Ciel's spine. "It isn't wise to tease a demon."

Ciel craned his neck around to stare at him as the demon turned and scooped up the jar of oil from the counter. He gulped nervously, heart beginning to race, a sweet, soothing harmony to Sebastian's sharp-sensing ears. "And yet you can tease me." He pouted. "So not fair."

Sebastian only grinned and popped the cap of the jar, coating his fingers with the slick oil. "Are you sure?" he asked softly, though if Ciel suddenly wanted to stop now he was sure he might explode.

"Yes."

Relief.

Sebastian smiled at the answer and positioned his fingers at Ciel's entrance, which fluttered under attention; Ciel shuddered at the sensation. He slowly and carefully pushed his slick fingers into the boys heat, earning a whimper of pain. He leaned down and kissed up and down Ciel's spine soothingly, apologetically, as he inserted all three fingers and began thrusting them into him, stretching him out to accommodate his size, the oil providing the lubrication their bodies couldn't make.

As soon as Ciel's groans and whimpers turned to moans, and those slender hips began to rock back on his fingers, Sebastian gently, slowly and carefully removed the digits, reached down and unzipped his trousers-the sound giving an extra mile to the speed of Ciel's heart-the demon fully intending on just pulling out his hard member and using it like that. However:

"Wait," Ciel breathed. "Clothes off."

Sebastian looked surprised at the request, eyes widening, before a slow smile touched his face. He hummed once. "Yes, my Lord." He obediently stripped free of his own clothes, tossing them into a pile next to the table. "Wait. We didn't lock the door."

Ciel gasped a bad word. It was true. The door was open, and welcome for anyone to walk in on them or hear. He quickly shuffled himself from beneath him and went over to the door, taking a deep breath before he reached over to snick the lock home.

Sebastian immediately reached for him after the sound emitted, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back to him, causing a yelp of laughter to fall from the boy's mouth unguardedly.

Their eyes widened at the same time at the unusual cadence.

Sebastian opened his mouth first.

"Oh, shut up." Ciel scowled and wiggled under him, spreading himself across the table again. "Not a word."

"But I was only going to comment on how adorable that sound was."

Ciel blushed defiantly.

"Please let me go on now, no distractions," Sebastian purred in his ear, a sudden plea to his tenor that widened Ciel's pretty eyes. "Please, young master. Make me yours. Own me, control me. Please. Young master. My Lord. Ciel."

Ciel's breath hitched when the demon began kissing, sucking and nibbling at his sensitive neck, creating possessive marks. "Do it."

Sebastian smirked at the answer and smeared more slick oil onto his bare hand before lubing up his erection thoroughly. He pressed the tip to Ciel's entrance, rubbing the firm ring of muscle and smearing it with his pre-cum, causing the younger to whimper. The demon was almost going insane at this point-this boy was driving him insane. One stubborn ring of muscle keeping them both from bliss. He began pushing inside of his beautiful, surrendering body slowly, sliding his member into that silky heat and moaning under his breath as his walls gripped him tightly.

Ciel bit his lip and tried to relax. He hadn't expected his butler to be so... well... big. Even preparation hadn't fully prepared him.

The demon groaned when he was buried to the hilt and leaned over, licking Ciel's pierced earlobe, tasting metal from the blue earring impaling it. "Tell me when I can move."

Ciel shuddered at the husky, inveigling voice in his ear and the thick dick up his ass, which he panted to. "N-Now."

Sebastian gripped Ciel's hips as he pulled out all the way, rubbed his entrance a bit, before slamming back in deep, earning a strangled cry of his (faux) name from the male beneath him. He rolled his hips into him, causing the younger to groan. Loving those sounds, he started up a steady thrusting pattern of his hips, moaning himself at the feeling of connection between their bodies, the connection of the hips, the joinment that they both appreciated. He leaned over and began sucking marks into the side of his neck, a silent 'mine', and Ciel blushed slightly at the endowment, adding an extra layer of red to his face. As Sebastian's crotch slapped against Ciel's ass, sharp, slick sounds echoed through the kitchen along with Ciel's constant moans of pleasure.

Sebastian found composure in the clouding of his lust, looked down at the boy, whose cheek was pressed down onto the table, arms beside his head, drool dribbling from his mouth and puddling across the table. The boy was worked into a series of lustful, pleasured moans at each thrust, especially when that 'special place' inside of him was jabbed at. His virginity being swiped from him, something unable to be given back. Sebastian slid his hands over the smooth surface of the table until they found Ciel's, covering over them, lacing their fingers together.

Ciel gave them a grateful squeeze as his body was worked to weakness, Sebastian's rock-hard cock mercilessly and relentlessly pounding into said body over and over again. "Fuck," Ciel muttered each time Sebastian pulled out then pushed back in roughly. "Fuck yeah! Like that!"

Sebastian shuddered and moaned back at him each time.

"H-Harder," Ciel whispered demandingly, digging his nails mercilessly into the wood of the table. "Deeper. Faster."

Sebastian obliged, thrusting into him as fast, hard, and as deep as he could, the boy moaning out loudly each time his length got that sweet spot in his ass.

After they were finally worked to their climaxes, neither able to hold it anymore, Ciel smearing the table, Sebastian filling him up, Sebastian pulled out of him slowly and carefully and flipped Ciel over to plant kisses on his mouth.

Ciel wrapped his arms around his neck and did something so rare it was startling-hadn't done it three years, at least genuinely. As their lips worked, he did something as unlikely and once seemingly impossible as the sun shining at nighttime. He smiled-Ciel Phantomhive smiled against his mouth.

"I love you, Ciel," Sebastian confessed, burying his face in his neck, an uncharacteristic show of nervousness and shyness.

And once again, Ciel smiled (Sebastian blushed at the sight), because for once in three years, he was happy. "I love you too, Sebastian."