(AN: By popular demand I have developed a second chapter.
It's been a work in progress for months but I finally bulldozed through the rest of it today in like an hour. My writing style is also atrocious now.
A concern came up as I finished it though: where's dreadlord's personality? I just kind of excuse it as "its porn who cares" but it kind of sets me off and I feel almost guilty lmao.
anyway enjoy tell me if you hate it today features rawing erbluhen)
The door opens without warning. Ciel already knows who it is.
As the clacking of heels approaches, he sighs and leans back in his chair to stretch. Two arms wrap around him from behind and a kiss is planted to his temple. "I missed you, master."
Out of all his maids, Erbluhen is the one with the most free reign. Ciel knows that Erbluhen would do anything for him; he would kill for him, even die for him, and the thought already has him turned on.
The master reaches up to pull Erbluhen into a deep kiss. "I missed you more."
Playful giggles bubble from the maid. "I don't think that's possible." He moves around Ciel to straddle his lap in the seat, teasingly kisses him more sweetly and softly to leave the other wanting more. Everytime he pulls away, Ciel pulls him closer for another kiss; he's hungry, Erbluhen thinks to himself, and he presses his tongue against the the other's hastily, shifting a bit while needy hands pull and tug impatiently at the cloth under his dress.
Ciel pushes the maid off him for a short moment, just long enough to yank Erbluhen's panties off, eliciting a shriek of excitement from him. "I've been waiting to play for so long, master..." he leans in close to whisper, a seductive smile tugging at his lips, and climbs back onto his master's lap, teasingly, making a show for the other.
The pleasant smirk on Ciel's face grows. "I've been busy, dear, but now I can put all my attention on you," he mutters breathily against Erbluhen's cheek, pulls the other's hips down against his own. The delicious gasp from the other has him licking his lips. "You'll take care of me, right? My favorite little maid?" he breathes and nips against his ear, and Erbluhen's grip tightens in excitement before he trails his hands down Ciel's front.
Briefly, the maid leans forward so his forehead can touch his master's own - a tender gesture. "I'd do anything for you, my master," and Ciel questions who's really in control, while Erbluhen palms at the other's groin.
He reels his head back and closes his eyes, gropes the maid under his dress, and the both of them find themselves biting their own lips, wanting more but staying in this moment anyway. This, Ciel thinks, is why Erbluhen is truly his best - a jack of all trades, passionate worker, and such a good and sweet boy; all to himself; all for him.
In his own excitement, Erbluhen already has Ciel's cock bare and at the mercy of his soft hands, pumping at a moderate pace and gazing into his master's eyes, a charming tint blossoming on his cheeks. "I missed you so much, master," he whispers and pants, and Ciel has barely even touched him in comparison.
The master captures the other's lips in a hot, messy kiss, and pulls him tighter onto his lap, feels their hot flesh pressing together. Finally, Erbluhen moans, muffled but so loud that it echoes through the large office and he can't hold back the noises that flow out as the dam in his throat breaks.
Their hips roll together, and the maid squirms each time, so Ciel curses under his breath and lifts the other off the chair, lays him flat on his desk while the maid squeals and chuckles at his impatience.
Ciel lays a hand on the other's knee, but he only stares back, unmoving. "Wider," he commands, and Erbluhen smirks bashfully, slowly spreads his legs as wide as he can, and the gesture silently begs Ciel to take his body however he wishes.
So he hovers over Erbluhen, rubs his cock against the other's hole teasingly. The maid tries to push his hips down against it, but Ciel holds them in place, and a long whine emits.
"I don't reward bad behavior, dear," he mocks the other, and Erbluhen looks like he might cry, but he stays silent and holds still, closes his eyes in the name of discipline.
The master caresses the other's cheek. "Good boy," he drags the words out, feels the maid's face warm up. Just as Erbluhen winks an eye open, he pushes through the other's entrance, halfway down his cock, and they both gasp at the tight feeling.
Ciel doesn't move any further; he glides his fingers over the other's inner thigh teasingly instead. Erbluhen whines again, sucks in a breath, begins rambling, "please? Please? Please, master! Fuck me however you please! This is for you; haven't you been working all week? I'm your good little toy, right? You're driving me crazy and I just want you to mess me up and cum in me again and again until I can't even stand anymore, please-"
Something in Ciel turns and he snaps his hips up, and Erbluhen's head is thrown back by the force. "Fuck, no more talking, okay?" he curses between breaths, shocked that his maid's words made him lose control like that. But Erbluhen nods, smiles, and rolls his hips against his master's brisk pace, huffs and moans and arches his back while Ciel pushes his dress further up to tease his chest.
"I missed you, Erbluhen," he pants out unintentionally, lost in the moment of thrusting into the maid and seeing him moan and bounce and practically drool from the overwhelming force.
"Master- ah, I- master...!" the other chants, until a scream is ripped from his throat. His arousal tips over the edge and his dick splashes their chests and abdomens with semen, and Ciel buries his face against the maid's shoulder while he releases inside of him as well.
They stay in the same position for a bit, and Ciel waits until he's soft enough to pull out, rests his forehead on the other's collarbone. Both of them quietly try to catch their breath again before Erbluhen speaks.
"Can I ask what you were so busy with?"
Ciel tenses, thinks of how he should word the memories that he recalls. "The new maid - I just had to show him around."
"I could've done that."
Erbluhen stares at the ceiling, his smile long gone. Ciel sighs and gets off of him, starts to get dressed. "Maybe I wanted to give you a break."
The other hums curtly with shallow acknowledgement, and mirrors his master's actions.