The boy walked away from the demon toward the center of the room. Sebastian fingered the new wound on his neck, the second cigarette burn he'd received this week, and stole glances as the boy retreated. The embodiment of temptation was lying helpless before a demon of all creatures, and he was powerless to touch it. He couldn't, because something stronger than temptation (though not by much) held him firmly, and that was his contract. If he took the boy, he'd kill him, and after he got too tempted, he'd have to take him. As things stood, the contract was more fragile now than ever, and Ciel was tap-dancing on the thin ice that kept him from drowning in a deep pool of crimson sin.
Sebastian stepped forward, debating what he'd rather have, the boy's body, his heart, or his soul. Surely he'd have to choose. A damned being such as himself couldn't hope to have more than one.
"Do you know which dances the madams were teaching before their leave, Botchan?" The demon asked, trying to control his resolve, and thicken the ice he and Ciel would be dancing on.
"Bachata was mentioned, I believe." The boy admitted. Truthfully, this was one of the dances he was supposed to cover, and he knew very well the close proximity it demanded. He smirked inside at the horror on Sebastian's face. Through most of the dance, in fact, it required for one's leg to be pushing against the other's private regions. The boy allowed himself a moment to linger on the perversions of the Spanish before moving from that thought to the current one.
"I was only taught the first few steps, however, so it seems you must lead... What a pity." The boy looked up at the demon that was just dying on the inside. He smirked.
The demon approached. Ciel could hear him growling as he neared. It was a quiet sound, but it was there along with the grinding of teeth. The boy's smirk widened to a seductive grin.
"If I fail at this... Will you scold me, Sebastian?" The boy asked as he hugged the demon's waist and placed his knee right at the demon's length, barely touching him. A growl was the only response. "If not, and you teach me everything." The boy breathed into the demon's ear, accentuating it with a small caress of the demon's member with his knee. "Perhaps, I'll offer you a reward in return." A more persistent push had the demon letting out a possessive growl and grabbing the boy at his hips and grinding himself against them.
"botchan, please, for your own good, stick to the steps. You will be... Severely punished otherwise." The butler half-growled half-whispered into the boy's ear, rolling his tongue like Ciel was during Latin lessons not too long ago. The boy smirked.
"Don't tempt me." The boy responded. Sebastian grit his teeth, not sure if he wanted to laugh aloud or dig his teeth into the boy's white flesh at the adversity in that statement.
"You're really one to talk." The demon said darkly, and led Ciel into the first move.
It was a tantalizing dance, a groan at every dip, a pant at every movement of Ciel's knee which stayed planted between Sebastian's legs for the entirety of the dance. It was near the end when Ciel smirked and rolled his hips repeatedly in a fast motion, as if he were vibrating them, directly onto Sebastian. The demon groaned so loud it surprised even himself. The boy wasn't wearing his smirk any longer but a look of pure desire, complete with glazed eyes and a slack jaw.
"Meet me in my office in five minutes for your reward." The boy whispered in a sultry voice against Sebastian's ear. Sebastian was considering it, but froze as they boy spoke again, "and no relieving yourself... I want you to be ready for me when you arrive." accentuating his words with a grab of Sebastian's member. The boy suppressed the brush that tried to climb its way onto his cheeks.
The demon was frozen for four minutes and fifty Seconds. Frozen in his place, but as he considered Ciel's words, only his desire had him snapping back into reality and racing down the hall, not near prepared for the sight that awaited him.
Ciel was not giggling anymore. Not smiling. He had taken on all seriousness as he sat in his office, fingering the gag he had in the drawer of his desk.
Sebastian knocked at the door frantically.
"Enter." Ciel said calmly, not matching the erratic beating of his heart. He was no longer considering his actions. The outcome. He no longer cared. He was Ciel Phantomhive, and he would take what he desired, and what came out of it? Well, that was a bridge he'd cross when he came to it.
Sebastian sauntered into the room. Ciel stood.
"Sit." He ordered, gesturing the leather chair. Sebastian did as he was told.
Ciel pulled rope and handcuffs out of his drawer, bending over right in Sebastian face to retrieve it. The demon suppressed the urge to grope him, holding his breathe, his teeth clenched.
"Sebastian, put your elbows in the air and palms against the back of the chair." Ciel said. As Sebastian did so, the earl circled the chair and put the handcuffs on him, tying the rope around the chain, and tying the end of the rope as tight as possible to each leg of the chair, so there was no room for Sebastian to move his arms the slightest inch. He set the handcuff key upon the desk.
"Young master, you should know that something as weak as human materials cannot keep me bound.
"I'm well aware of that, Sebastian." The boy rolled his eyes.
"This is an order, you are not to break the binds that hold you in place until I say otherwise." Ciel ordered, finally cracking a smile at the disdain on Sebastian's face.
"Yes, my lord." Sebastian muttered with the insistent prickling on his contracted hand.
Ciel pulled out more rope and tied Sebastian's legs to the chair as well. Sebastian smirked when Ciel pulled the ball gag from his desk.
"Open." The boy said, and the demon did as the band was secured tightly around his head, the ball pushing back his tongue.
Ciel took to the buttons of Sebastian's shirt, unbuttoning them one by one. Sebastian briefly wondered who had taught the boy this, but was taken off guard when the boy stopped abruptly.
"I'd almost forgotten." He said as he pawed through another drawer on his desk, leaving Sebastian to stare at his backside again. His eyes glazed as he watched the boy shift in his shorts, waving back in forth before the demon's eyes. He jumped when a large object was slammed on the table. A red button flashed from the machine as a lens was faced directly at Sebastian. The demon raised brow in question that Ciel didn't have the energy to answer at the moment. Instead, the boy walked over and straddled his butler, putting each leg on the narrow cushion that Sebastian hadn't completely taken up.
Sebastian's breathe which was now being taken through his nose hitched sharply as the boy licked patterns into the demons chest. He closed his eyes and traced the movements in his mind, his erection twitching beneath the boy. He noticed Ciel was making a shape. A perfect circle with a star inside. The demon thought it slightly amusing, but mostly, it worked to turn him on more. He let out a shaky breathe. Next, the boy was making, symbols, which Sebastian quickly realized were letters.
S-L-A-V-E
The demon chuckled, managing to make a bit of saliva trail near his chin from the gag, but his amused demeanor changed as quickly as it had come. The boy gave a peck to two darkened nubs on the demons chest before licking them languidly. The demon growled low in his throat, thrusting a little with the desperate need for friction. Ciel griped Sebastian's dark locks of hair and rose, not allowing the butler's thrust to meet him. A drawn out wine was received in response. The boy chuckled now, getting off the lap where he was seated. Sebastian whined louder now in protest, but fell silent when he saw his master drop to his knees before him.
Ciel, in a painstakingly slow motion, unzipped Sebastian's pants with his teeth. The demon feared the consequence he might receive if he thrusted up into the delicate heat of his master's mouth, but his lips that close to him was driving him positively mad. The boy had his backside pushed out, swaying back and forth, his lips playing into a smirk, and as Sebastian met his eyes, he realized his eye patch was gone as well, and the demon was lost in the seductive sight of the boy's unmatching eyes, trained on his smoldering red ones.
The demon's eyes rolled back in his head as the boy nipped at his painfully hard erection that was covered only by the thin underwear he wore. Ciel lapped lightly, blew, nipped, every teasing motion he could think of. The demon had had enough teasing for the day. It was only then that it occurred to him it had only been a day. It felt like centuries he'd been enduring this torture.
Ciel noticed the demons full attention was not completely on his motions, but on his own musings. The boy pouted, and dropped the foreplay.
Within a moment, the underwear were forgotten, Ciel was giving a hard lick to the underside of Sebastian's length. 'he tastes...sweet.' The boy thought, surprised. He loved the taste couldn't help the content moan that escaped as he went back for more.
The butler groaned ferally as his arms began to quiver, just the slightest. Ciel tightened his lips around the length that was between his lips and began sliding his head up and down, his teeth scraping lightly and his tongue doing the most sinful things as he brought his nail's to dig into Sebastian's thigh. Any coherency left in the demon's mind was withering. He held tightly to his orders and forced his hands flush against the leather on the chair. He did not want to break his order, but his hands wanted, desperately to be on Ciel's head, digging into his ashen hair, guiding his motions. The demon was mumbling, moaning, whimpering, and at one point, almost screaming. The gag muffled all of the noise, and Ciel decided he'd had enough of it.
The boy rose, grudgingly, to his feet, leaving a writhing Sebastian to fight the haze of lust and remember his priorities. That was until Ciel was in his ear, whispering sultrily.
"I'm going to remove this, but not for your sake." He said as he unhook the gag and set in upon the table. The demon took a dearly needed swallow of his saliva and let out a shuddering breathe.
"M-master... I-I."
"Silence." The boy protested.
"This is no time for words." The boy whispered into Sebastian's length, then attacked it again. Ciel was very happy with the new arrangement, he could hear of Sebastian's growls and whimpers quite clearly.
"Master... I can't... I'm going to..." Sebastian moaned out desperately as Ciel wildly lapped his tongue around his tip then slammed his head back down while moaning into the shaft. Sebastian cried out loudly.
Ciel locked eyes with his prey. He saw the lust-filled bright red eyes that bleed into his. "Call me by name." Ciel said as he came back for air. The demon's sweet taste flooded his senses, and he knew there was something else. A sickly sweetness, like sugary poison. The boy knew this must be what sin tastes like. He sucked harder, went deeper, and clawed at each of Sebastian's pale thighs.
"Ciel!" The demon screamed as he reached his peak and fell, hard into the ecstasy below. Ciel tasted the demon's essence in his mouth. He smirked, very happy the he'd decided to take off the gag beforehand. With the warm thick substance still on his tongue, Ciel locked his lips tightly with the butler's, cutting off his gasping breaths. Sebastian groaned as he crosses Ciel's tongue with his own until the boy, quite generously spilled half of the remaining cum into Sebastian's mouth, then retracted himself. A little had begun to bead at the edge of Sebastian's mouth as he hesitantly swallowed. Sebastian was, in fact, not a fan of sweet things.
"I wonder who will find you like this in in the morning. Maybe finny, or bard. Meirin, god forbid." The earl smiled. Sebastian hoped dearly it wasn't true. His master was leaving him here. Like this.
"You should only hope, Sebastian." Ciel let words drop seductively from his lips as he drew closer to his face.
"That I am not the one to find you." Ciel's lips hovered just over Sebastian's, just barely gliding over one another. Ciel turned to walk away but only got to the oak framed door that had, he realized now, remained cracked open through the entirety of their activities. Ciel got up and retrieved the camera from its place on the table, walking away, it seemed, but no, the boy sat on the desk. Sebastian stared, waiting for the order to remove the ties, deadened a little each second when it did come. Just Ciel's words had been enough to regain his arousal and now the demon sat, half hard, bound, and for once in his life, exhausted, his breathing beginning to return to normal, but only just so.
Ciel pointed the camera at himself and spoke.
"Just so you're aware, this-" the camera was pointed toward Sebastian "-belongs entirely to me." then the blinking dot died and Ciel smiled, stood, and began to leave, but he'd only made it to the doorway before word came from his master.
"M-master... please." The demon was unsure now, what it was he was asking for. He wanted to dominate the boy. To drive into him. To hear him moan, to see him writhe. Maybe he only wanted to be let go, but that did not happen. whatever it was he wanted, the answer was firm, full of pride despite the actions that had just taken place, and very dominant.
"No." The earl stated simply.