[Undertaker]
It is dark. Very dark.
Illuminated only by a small silver of moonlight streaming in through the windows, the large room appears silent and forbidding, yet hinting at the promise of so much more...
As my eyes accustom themselves to the dark, I zoom in on the bed. There is a loud thundering in my ears, I feel my hands start to tremble. Short gasping breaths fill the silence in the room as I stagger towards the bed, towards the 2 bodies entwined together. A bare leg, a bare arm. A white torso gleams in the moonlight. A strangled moan is heard from me as I swallow the sight before me. I do not fail to notice the handcuffs, and the red gashes on milky white skin, almost half healed by now. Leaning against the frame of the bed, I fumble hurriedly under my robe, sweaty palms grasping desperately for my needy flesh. Just looking at the aftermath of the grisly sex Sebastian and his charge had enjoyed aroused me in an instant. My eyes travel the length of the two bodies, one all lean muscles, the other adolescent yet intriguing with its forbidden taste. I spy a black thatch of hair. Bocchan is still too young to have grown that much.
Fuck. Oh Fuck.
This is the best view in the world. Hot, sexy Sebastian with his ass in the air and sweet Bocchan draped over him. All that white skin. Oh fuck!
The short gasps turn to moans. Deep throaty grunts fill the air as my cold fingers fondle my heated length. I squeeze my eyes shut as waves of pleasure roll over me, and let my imagination take flight. In my mind, I imagine myself in a harness, all black leather against white skin. Metal spikes embedded in my skin create little rivulets of red painting a white canvas. I am chained to a cold flat table, arms bound above my head and legs spread wide open. Sebastian saunters towards me, and grabs my hips, his erection standing tall and proud. His thumbs travel downwards to my crotch. His hands cup my balls and starts kneading. This makes my mind go blank and a primitive need rushes up from within me.
Sebastian...I...need...please...ahh!
I watch as Sebastian kneels before me, his hot hard length pausing just before my entrance. I grow needy with desire and buck my hips towards him, straining ever so against my bonds. Sebastian grips my hips hard and thrusts into me.
Faster! Harder! Ahhh. FUCK ME SEBASTIAN!
Hard...ah...and good!
I clench my ass, squeezing myself around his erection, gasping and moaning as each thrust hits my sweet spot. The pleasure is overwhelming. I feel like a full glass of water overflowing and overflowing...
Just then, I feel a familiar weight settle on my chest. Bocchan appears before me, his huge midnight blue eyes swimming with desire and of untold of pleasures. He leans forward into a kneeling position. His lips touch mine, his tongue plunders my depths. I feel his cold hands grab my erection and guide it to his, rubbing both our lengths against each other. We moan into each other's mouths, our grunts and gasps mingle as the friction threatens to push our minds over the edge. I scream with abandon as my waves of pleasure peak and I cum on the cold metal table, the warm liquid staining the table and mingling with sweat and blood.I am sated. Yet, something is missing. It is not enough. It is hardly enough. I slowly crack my eyes open. My legs buckle and I collapse to the carpeted floor. My hands are sticky with cum, my breathing laboured.
Just fantasizing is all fine and good, but I want more. I want Sebastian to look at me and scream my name as he thrusts into me. I want his fingers up my ass, his tongue in my mouth, his teeth on my balls, his breath in my ear. I want to ride him, I want him to screw me from behind, against a wall, on the floor. I want to fondle Bocchan's tiny dick, barely bigger than my palm, I want to lick it from base to tip and take it into my mouth, I want his screams in my ear, his hips bucking beneath mine. I want to delve my tongue into his navel, knead his buttocks, feel his walls tightening around me. I want to scream with need and pain and pleasure as they grant my every fantasy, sate my every desire. They are my addiction, heroin to a druggie, alcohol to a drunkard. I cannot function without them. Without them, I am nothing.
ANDDDDDD...there you go!
Well I realise that most of this chapter is all...mind fucking lol and not really happening in reality but heyyy its smutty no?
I think I've more or less gotten Undertaker pinned, so I just have to figure out the intricacies of Sebby and Ciel's relationship.
As you can probably tell from the title this is not going to be a fluffy ride in the park. Nope! Expect dark forbidden desires and perhaps, even a tragedy?
We shall see...