"Wake up, little master. It's time to start your day." The curtains were quickly pulled back, flooding the room with light and blinding the poor boy for a moment.

"Wh-what…? Sebastian…?" He sat up and rubbed his eyes, seeming a little disoriented.

"Not exactly," I giggled. "He told me to wake you, and I've brought your morning tea as well." I was still amazed that Sebby had trusted me with something so important!

"You…?" he muttered, looking at me severely. Without his eye patch, I could see Sebby's mark, that pentagram in his right eye. "Are you going to dress me as well? Are you up to a task like that…?"

"Hmph. Consider who you're talking to," I replied, carefully pouring a cup of tea the way Sebastian had shown me. The little lord sat up and I handed him the cup; for a few seconds, he just held it and stared at it appraisingly. "I certainly know more about your wardrobe than Sebastian does. I even picked out your clothes myself."

"I see," he mumbled, finally taking a sip of his tea. Watching in silent anticipation, I waited for a response, but all he said was, "Hm." He was surprisingly cooperative as I coaxed him out of bed, and I cringed a little in my mind when I had to undress him. However, my maternal instincts quickly took over and it was like dressing my own child. …I'm sure thinking of it that way is wrong somehow, but it helped me get through it. The little master suffered through all of it; he had come to trust me a bit more over the past few weeks, though of course, he still called Sebastian when he needed something done. After working in the Phantomhive manor for around four weeks, I'm proud to say I was actually becoming a decent servant! But maybe that's just because my wonderful Sebby was such a magnificent tutor…

I handed the little master his cane and swept a quick curtsey before hurrying back downstairs to find my darling in the kitchen (as he always was around that time of day).

"Sebastian! It went so well; he didn't yell at me or kick me out or anything! It was sort of weird seeing him almost naked, but I got over it pretty easily," I said, clinging to my Sebby's arm as he tidied up the kitchen and finished making the little master's plate. He smiled but didn't answer, so I pouted at him. "Sebb~y! I've been doing so well; praise me…!" I held onto his hand shook it quickly back and forth, just trying to get his attention. After a second, I realized that he had stopped and was staring at me. Mumbling sheepishly, I squeezed his hand once, and he shook his head.

"You have been doing well," he admitted. He reached up with the hand that I wasn't holding and gently brushed my cheek. He was even almost-smiling. How adorable! "Without you here, my work load would be much greater…so thank you for your help." Ah…!

"Oh, Sebas-tian! You're so sweet! I'm glad to help you any way I can," I squealed, nuzzling against his arm.

"In that case," he said, holding up the little master's breakfast plate. I grinned and took it from him, sweeping into the dining room. Having seen Sebastian do it so many times, I set the plate down in front of the already-seated little lord; I even managed to name off each individual item…though I had trouble remembering one dish. That kid just smirked at my difficulty. I think he enjoyed seeing his servants suffer; he certainly loved teasing my poor Sebby to no end. I couldn't understand why he would put up with all that. My only conclusion was that souls must have been delicious…

Anyway, I left him to his breakfast and went back to the kitchen to find it empty…except for that Tanaka sitting in a corner drinking tea. Well, he wouldn't do me any good.

"Se~bby…!" I called, stepping out into the entrance hall. "If you don't give me a jo~b, I can't do any wo~rk!"

"Ahem." I looked up to find him at the top of the stairs. "I'd like you to wait on the young master until he's finished his meal. He should then go to his office to take care of his work for the day. I warn you, he'll try to avoid that. However, once he's gone to work, you can join me in the study." As he said this, his lips were curved very slightly, showing that he might want to do something more than just straighten up books…

"O-okay!" I agreed immediately, lighting up and squirming in girlish excitement. I then left to stay at the little master's side, mentally wiling him to eat faster. He seemed to mistake my impatience for agitation, because he threw me a sidelong glance.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked, sounding rather uninterested. "Did Sebastian reject you again?" I saw the smirk on his lips and chose not to speak. "Are you still pursuing him? Or have you realized that he won't fall to your…advances?" I had to suppress a snicker; if only he knew! Of course, my better judgment told me to keep my mouth shut, but I ignored it.

"Oh, you never know," I said secretively. "He might be a little more susceptible to a woman's charms than you realize."

"No," he replied, surprising me. "He's not that type of person. Even after having him for three years, I've never seen him show any sign of being interested in…things like that." He paused and took one more bite before making a face and pushing his plate away. "I'm finished; take this away." As I stepped forward to clear his plate, I struggled to keep my face from showing my shock.

Was that kid…in love with Sebastian?! Sebby had mentioned that he'd asked for a kiss before…and he was always toying with Sebastian, more than most people would do to their butler… And then, when he talked about Sebby's disinterest in "things like that," he had seemed so sad.

And now I felt sick. That child wanted my Sebby…? And if he ever wanted it badly enough, he could order him to… I nearly gagged just thinking about it.

"Little master," I muttered when I came back from the kitchen. "It's time to go to your office and work now…" He made a scoff noise and stood.

"I can do that later. I want to go into town."

"You could go after you finish your work," I offered, treating him like the child he was. He frowned for a moment before countering with something else.

"If you'll go and get Sebastian now, I'll let you go shopping with us." Ee! "I'll even let you pick out an outfit for me." Eee! How exciting! I would get to dress him up, just like having my own little boy! This kid definitely knew how to manipulate me…

"B-but…if you finish your work first, you won't have to worry about it when you get back," I managed. Sebastian's motivation was, without question, better than his.

"Tch. Fine," he growled, striding past me. I made sure to follow him all the way to his office to make sure he started working. I then went to the study, still feeling pretty uncomfortable. Maybe I could talk to Sebby about it and he would make me feel better…

"That took longer than expected," he said as I entered the room. Without hesitation, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close, attacking my neck while I tried to speak.

"Mm—Sebastian, w-wait," I gasped. He did no such thing; in fact, his hands were already creeping under my coat. "Ah! I want to talk to you about something—!"

"I can think of much better uses for your mouth." To demonstrate, he kissed the breath out of me, causing me to practically melt in his arms. When he finally released me, I was left clinging to his shoulders and panting. "So easily distracted. If you can still speak under pressure, I'll listen." His hands roamed down my back to my hips, but he didn't try to capture my mouth.

"Nh…S-Sebby… Did you know that—ah…that your…" I trailed off as his tongue teased my earlobe; he was being so nice! I almost didn't want to ruin it. Then my mind was assaulted by the thought of that kid ordering my Sebby to do things, the same things he was doing for me, and I had to push him away. "Sebastian! Is your little master in love with you?" He stared at me in mild surprise for a moment before answering.

"No. He's smarter than that," he answered, taking a step back. "Of course, at his age, humans typically exhibit a greater interest in sexual activity; my master is no different. It's apparent that he does feel some…affection for me." He actually smirked while saying that!

"And…do you…?" I mumbled, almost afraid to hear the answer. His thoughtful pause didn't help my worrying at all.

"He is my master," Sebby decided simply. "And my meal. I suppose the fact that I'm contracted to devour his very essence does represent a certain emotional connection…"

"Oh…I see." My eyes cast downward and a frown creased my mouth. So he admitted he was attached to that boy by more than just a contract. There was an emotional bond between them. And if the brat was starting to be more sexual… I shivered at that thought, frowning sadly.

"Come now, don't pout," Sebastian said, running his fingertips up my chin to make me look at him. When he saw the sad, kicked-puppy look in my eyes, he let out a sigh and kissed my lips once more. "You can't expect me to feel the same way for you as I do for my master. You're a very different creature, and our relationship is different as well." When I heard that, I brightened a bit, apparently surprising him.

"Oh, Sebby…just the fact that you admit we have a relationship cheers me up," I squealed, throwing my arms around him. "Even if you do deny having feelings for me, and even if the thought of you being with that boy makes me sick to my stomach, the chance to be around you is more than worth it!"

"Hm. I'm glad you think so," he laughed. One arm snaked around my back, but the other took out his pocket watch so he could check the time. "I'm afraid neither of us has the time for any…dallying at the moment. Perhaps you'd like to stay the night here? Though we would have to be discreet about it." I lit up at that prospect; it had been a few days since he'd "dallied" with me, and over a week since I had slept in his bed.

"That sounds wonderful," I agreed, holding onto him tighter.

"Good." He held me closer and kissed me so hard I saw stars, then pushed me away. "But for now, I'm afraid I have work to do. Straighten up this room, and then go and help Maylene set the china cabinets. Try not to let her break anything." With a smile to encourage me, he left me there, all alone. Leaving me alone is never a good idea, Sebby! Especially when I have horrible, disgusting thoughts to brood over. Even as I started cleaning, I couldn't stand the thought of my Sebby with that kid. Just the thought of them being together at all, the fact that that brat owned him… I accidentally tore an encyclopedia in half. Then panicked. And threw it out the window. And hit Finny in the head. Then hid and pretended it never happened.

Once I was finished in the study, I went downstairs to find that maid failing at her job as usual. To my credit, in the hour I was there, I think I saved at least a quarter of that china from being smashed. Which left the china cabinets a bit bare. Or mismatched. Either way, I didn't want to get in trouble for it. So I left her in her mess and went to the kitchen.

I opened the door to see Bard holding a flamethrower.

I closed the door and left.

What was there to do? Not much, it seemed. Bored, I wandered the halls in search of some "work" to do. But it seemed like Sebby had already taken care of everything. Of course, he was good that way, but it did beg the question of why the Phantomhive house even needed any other servants. I was wondering about this when I happened down a hallway I had been in only a few times before.

"Sebastian." That voice came from the little lord's office. Sebby was in there? Well, if he was, he probably didn't want me interfering with his work or his master. I tried to ignore them, but the next words I heard stopped me in my tracks: "Kiss me." That brat was at it again! He really was an adolescent! No, Sebastian, no! Don't do that! Kiss me!

"Yes, my lord." No! I couldn't stand that, knowing that he was going to just do it. Panicking, I looked for some way to distract them, and my eyes fell on a large vase a few meters down the hall. I knew Sebby would be mad and punish me, and it would ruin my good-servant streak—but nothing could be worse than knowing he was kissing someone else. So I shoved the thing over and

SMASH!

"Oh no!" I cried, hoping it would be enough. There was silence for a moment before the little master snapped,

"Go see what that idiot Reaper's broken." After a few seconds, the door opened and I watched, completely still, as Sebastian stepped out of the office. His eyes fell on the broken vase, and he sighed.

"I'm assuming you heard my order."

"Well…yes," I mumbled, watching as he walked over to me, out of earshot of his master.

"And it bothered you this much?" Kneeling to pick up a small shard, he seemed to be avoiding my eyes.

"Of course it did. I know it was probably stupid, and I'm probably in trouble now, but I couldn't help it! Just the thought of you kissing someone else…" I trailed off, trying to calm my boiling blood. When he turned to face me, he was wearing that lovely, suave smirk again.

"It's nice to know you're so committed that you would go to these lengths to keep my lips all to yourself." To my delight, he extended his hand, and I stepped into his arms without any hesitation.

"Was I too late?" I mumbled, smoothing his lapels. "Did you…?"

"Hmph. No, you were just in time," he replied, kissing my lips sweetly. When he released me, he gazed into my dreamy eyes and added, "But you realize you can't break something each time my master wants a kiss."

"I know," I admitted, staring at his tie. "I panicked. Couldn't you just tell him 'no' next time?" He gave me a look that reminded me of their roles as master and servant. Stupid contract.

"I can't refuse outright. However, I might…be able to persuade him away from such things," he said thoughtfully.

"Sebby! You would do that just for me?" I purred, nuzzling against his shoulder.

"Not entirely for you. I don't exactly enjoy being forced to kiss someone I've no interest in," he said, then suddenly stiffened as he realized what he had said.

"Interest, hm?" I repeated smugly, glancing up at him. "But…you are interested in me?"

"Hmm. I suppose you could say that. You're rather unlike the ones I normally interact with. As I've said before, you are many things; interesting is undoubtedly one of them." O~h, how sweet! My darling Sebby was just so wonderful, complimenting me that way! He quickly grew tired of my squealing and snuggling him and pushed me away.

"My master is expecting me to return to him. While I can't make any promises, I'll try to dissuade him from his…romantic tendencies, shall we say," he told me. Then he gestured to the shattered vase on the ground. "Clean this up, and do try not to cut yourself. There are only a few hours of daylight left; find something to occupy yourself with until seven o'clock; then you can join me in the kitchen to help with dinner."

"Okay," I agreed happily, watching him leave. My sweet Sebby~. Oh, but I couldn't just stand around! He had given me a job! So I went downstairs, into the kitchen where the other three servants were discussing something about the little master…not that I cared. I just needed a broom, which I found (no thanks to them) and took back to clean up my mess. With that finished…what else was there to do?

Oh yeah: nothing. Déjà vu. Not wanting Sebby to get angry with me, I went somewhere I knew I would be out of the way. It was a ballroom I'd discovered a week or two ago, a grand hall containing record players and a piano… But no one seemed to use it. So I locked myself inside, playing records to which I danced by myself, letting my coat flare out around me as I spun. If only Sebby would dance with me sometime…but he was always so busy. I just knew I would love to dress up nicely for him. He would hold me in his arms and we would glide so gracefully…aah, it sounded so nice!

I hid in that room for a few hours, until it was growing dark outside, then I left, and when I found a clock, it was…6:55 already? I let out a squeal and ran as fast as I could to the kitchen to find Sebby standing there with his pocket watch in hand. When I entered the room, he put it away.

"And you made it with a minute to spare. You're getting better," he said. It seemed he had already started cooking; his jacket was off and his sleeves were rolled up, showing his lovely pale skin while he stirred a pot of some kind of soup. Next to him on the counter, I noticed a bottle of white whine.

"Are you drinking this?" I asked, picking it up to survey it, and he rolled his eyes.

"I'm using it to cook."

"Really? And you're going to serve this to that kid? But he's so young!" I said. Sebastian sighed, as if I were being ridiculous.

"For a self-proclaimed 'lady,' you know very little about cooking," he informed me.

"W-well, I never claimed to be that kind of lady! I'm more the type for dancing and shopping, not cooking and cleaning," I argued in my defense.

"Yes, so I've noticed," he teased, shooting a glance at me. "Do you think you can still help with this dish?"

"Of course! Just tell me what to do for you, Sebby, and I can do it!" He didn't ask for much: a bottle of cream, a few bay leaves, small things that I could easily handle. He seemed to have assembled most of his ingredients before he started (luckily for me). I was watching in silence as he worked, thinking he was done with me, when he asked for one more thing.

"Saffron," he said simply.

"Um, I beg your pardon?"

"Saffron. It's a red powder. In the spice cabinet." I quickly went to search through that cabinet, coming back with a small jar containing red dust. He took one look at it and shook his head. "That's cayenne pepper. If I used that, the young master would lose his appetite after one bite; he has little tolerance for spicy food. Shouldn't you of all people be able to distinguish between two different shades of red?"

"S-sorry!" I replied, taking the jar to put it back. The other jar of red powder was much less full, and I hesitantly offered it to Sebastian. Thankfully, he smiled.

"Good." When he opened the jar, he only used a very tiny amount—but once he'd stirred it in, the smell of the dish was completely different. And it smelled wonderful! Watching me practically drool over that delicious scent, he let out a sigh. "Would you like to try it?"

"Yes, please!" So he grabbed a spoon and told me to open my mouth (an order I had learned to obey without question). The spoonful of soup he fed me was just as tasty as I expected it to be, and I made a delighted "mm" sound.

"You like it?" he asked, his lips curving a bit, and I nodded. "Good."

"Hmm, but shouldn't the chef test his own food?" I asked as I washed off the spoon I had used.

"I would if I could," he told me as he stirred the steaming pot in front of him.

"Um…why can't you?"

He glanced down at me with one eyebrow raised. "Demons can't taste human food," he said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"You…can't taste?" I repeated. "B-but I've seen you eat things before!"

"I do eat rarely, when it's required of me, but the food has no flavor," he explained. "It's surprising that you've been here for so long and haven't figured that out on your own."

"Oh. But if you can't taste," I mumbled, fidgeting with my hair. "Does that mean you don't know…what my lips taste like?" He blinked in surprise at that.

"Does that bother you?" he asked, cocking his head slightly to one side.

"Of course it does! I know the taste of your kisses always makes my mind hazy and warm, and I never stop wanting more of it. But if my lips 'have no flavor' to you, then there's nothing for you to get addicted to…" My words trailed off, having revealed just how much I needed him, and how much I wanted him to need me back. When I finally got up the courage to look at him, the look in his eyes had changed to something less like surprise and more like…fascination. My cheeks heated up a little, and I had to look away from those searching eyes. Then his arm slipped around my stomach to pull me close for a passionate kiss, as though he was using that gesture to make a point. By the time he let me go, I was so thoroughly lost in him that I fell against his shoulder, panting hotly on his neck.

"I did say I can't taste human food. You're in a rather different category, wouldn't you agree?" As he spoke, he shivered just a bit from my breath on his neck.

"Oh. I-I guess. So, you can—?"

"I can. And while my affinity for it stops rather short of 'addiction,' I believe I've told you before how I enjoy the taste of you." Pushing me up to stand on my own feet, he added, "You've seen firsthand what it does to me…" My cheeks flushed darker at that, and I smiled up at him; my Sebby darling said the most wonderful things sometimes! But now he was holding out a bowl filled with the soup he'd made.

"The young master is waiting," he pointed out. "This is his first course. I'll be along with the second in due time." So I got everything together and brought out the first part of the meal on a silver platter (literally; I knew, because I'd had to polish it earlier in the week). The way the kid looked at me, you'd think I had pushed him down and kicked dirt in his face…and he wanted revenge. After wondering for only a second, I realized why he looked so angry with me; I had deprived him of a kiss from Sebastian. Anyone who did that to me would quickly meet the business end of my Death Scythe…so I could understand his anger. Still, I tried my best to be courteous the way I was supposed to, watching as he begrudgingly ate the food I had brought.

Once he'd finished with the soup, Sebastian swept into the dining room with another plate. He gestured for me to clear the first set of dishes, and I did; he then swiftly named each element of the main course while I took the dishes back to the kitchen. I was just impressed that he had finished the entire main course in such a short amount of time. It showed once again how amazing my Sebby was…and how he didn't really seem to need my help at all. Pouting at my own domestic ineptitude, I washed the dishes and waited for him to come back. Eventually, he did…only to leave again to take the little master tea and dessert. So I had to wait even longer, pouting even more, until he was finally finished. And of course, he came back with a tray full of dishes for us to wash.

"Did you see how he looked at me?" I hissed as he began to wash things, handing each one to me so I could dry it. "He was so angry…!"

"Yes, he has seemed somewhat irritable today," Sebastian agreed. "I can't begin to imagine why." I paused and glanced over at him.

"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not." His eyes turned up toward mine, showing a bit of condescension in his gaze. "Oh. Will he…be mean to you for refusing him?"

"I've told you, I can't refuse. He probably is suffering from a bit of sexual frustration. With no way to vent it, he may turn to abusing me."

"Oh. Is that my fault?" I mumbled.

"Not entirely. Even if he does, you shouldn't blame yourself; I've grown used to it over the years," he chuckled, finishing up and handing me the last dish. When he noticed my silence as I dried it off and put it away, he stepped in closer and placed a kiss on my neck. "Ms. Sutcliff…?" In the time that I'd been there, Sebastian had taken to calling me by female pronouns, and although the other servants seemed confused about it, they'd followed his lead. The little lord was the only one who still treated me like a boy.

"Hm?" I answered with a shiver; his voice so closer in my ear gave me goose bumps.

"Would you be so kind as to go and tidy up my bedroom? It hasn't had much attention over the past few days…" As he spoke, his hands went to my hips, gently rubbing just above the hem of my pants to make me squirm in excitement.

"W-well, if that's what needs to be done…" I turned to face him, so close I could feel the heat coming off his body. "Mm, then I'll go and get to work on it."

"Very good. I'll be along to check on your progress shortly," he smirked, smacking my ass lightly and sending me on my way. My whole body was buzzing with excitement as I hurried to his room, stripping my coat and shoes off before starting to straighten things (not that it was messy in his room to begin with). After accomplishing what little cleanup I could, I hopped up onto his bed to wait very impatiently for him to join me. Around the time I had come to learn that the little master went to bed, my wonderful Sebby entered his room, seeming pleased to find me waiting that way.

"My, my, what an obedient pet," he laughed, stepping forward to scratch my head. "How best to reward such good behavior?"

"Oh, I can think of a few ways," I purred, pulling his glove off with my teeth and nuzzling against his chest, begging him to pet me. He started to, but stopped abruptly, frowning.

"It seems that working a full day makes it a bit more difficult for you to maintain the ever-softness of your hair," he pointed out, pulling his hand away. Devastated, I tried to smooth my hair down and make it soft again.

"B-but…I…" I stammered sadly. Would he really not love on me if my hair was tangled? But what could I do? Suddenly, a thought came to me, an idea of something we hadn't done before. "Sebby? If my hair isn't soft enough now…would you like to wash it?" He glanced down at me dubiously and raised his eyebrows.

"Isn't that something you can do for yourself?"

"Oh, I could," I answered, surreptitiously pushing his jacket open." But if would be much more fun for both of us if you did. We've never bathed together, after all" At those words, he smirked once again and rested one finger thoughtfully against his lips; so adorable!

"So we haven't. And I suppose I have nothing better to do. Come with me." Giggling happily, I left the bed and followed him to the bathroom. He started to fill the bathtub with steaming water, then turned to me. "Ahem. You can't very well bathe while fully-dressed. Strip."

"Oh my, what a direct order," I said. "But I don't mind." As he stepped back to watch me, I pulled my gloves off one finger at a time, then dropped them to the floor. Next came my armbands, one by one, and Sebastian's red eyes followed my every move. Just the way I wanted it. I pulled gently on one end of my tie, untying it and letting it slip down to the floor. Then my glasses were carefully slipped off (and I was very aware of the chains this time). Sebby's hand twitched slightly, showing his sweet impatience.

"Hm, am I going too slow, darling? Would you like to help me—ah!" My teasing was cut off in a gasp as he stepped forward and deftly started to unbutton my vest. "Well now, someone's eager. It hasn't been that long, Sebby."

"I've told you before, I don't believe in wasting time," he replied, pushing my vest to the floor and quickly starting in on my shirt. Without any hesitation or unease about seeing me naked, he stripped me in moments, then slid his hands slowly, teasingly up my outline.

"Ooh, Sebby, you naughty thing," I giggled, pulling away to step into the tub. As I sat down, I let out a moan of delight at the heat; like everything else in my life, I liked my baths hot. "Hmm, this is nice…"

"I'm glad you think so," he replied, rolling up his sleeves.

"Hm? Aren't you going to get in?" I whined, watching him kneel next to the tub.

"It'll be easier to wash your hair from here," he explained. Once my hair was soaked, he grabbed one of two bottles sitting next to the tub and started to work a generous amount of shampoo into the redness, turning it white instead. As his fingers gently rubbed and scrubbed, doing his job perfectly as always, I sighed happily; it just felt so nice… "Don't fall asleep." I blinked, realizing that I had slumped a bit. He must have been relaxing me even more than I realized!

"S-sorry," I mumbled while he rinsed the suds from my hair. Once he'd finished completely and my locks were once again as smooth as silk, I dipped my head under the water, coming back up soaked and dripping. Letting my wet bangs fall in my eyes, I glanced up at my Sebby seductively. "So…will you join me now, Sebastia~n?" I reached up with one wet hand and took hold of his tie, slowly pulling him down for a kiss that quickly turned hot and rough. After a few moments, he grabbed a handful of my hair to drag me away from him, both of us panting just a bit. Then, without a shred of modesty, he hastily undressed, allowing me to watch in anticipation. Naked, he sat down in the tub behind me, and I leaned forward to rest my chest against his. My hands rested on his shoulders, and my lips met his skin once, twice, three times. My tongue soon joined them, and I laid a trail of open-mouthed kisses across the firmness of his chest. When I reached a nub, I grinned and licked it slowly, causing Sebastian to flinch. But he didn't try to stop me, so I did it again, lapping my tongue over that sensitive spot before closing my lips to suck on it gently. That seemed to make my poor Sebby a little uncomfortable, as he squirmed beneath me.

"Are you all right, darling?" I asked innocently, sneaking a glance up at him. He didn't respond; for some reason, he wouldn't even look at me. "Aw, you seemed so eager a moment ago!" Trying to elicit a response, I sat up to kiss his mouth, letting my hand drift down between his legs. He made a sound against my lips, but didn't try to stop me; in fact, one of his hands slipped up into my hair to hold me closer and deepen our kiss. My fingers worked under the warm water, causing his body to respond to me in more ways than one.

"Nh," he moaned under his breath, moving his hips up to meet my hand. Much to my delight, he added, "Don't stop…"

"Mm, anything you want, Sebby," I breathed, sitting up on my knees in front of him so I could do more. Still up to his waist in hot water, he let his hips move against my hand and let his eyes fall shut. That just proved how much he liked it. Sitting a bit closer, I put my lips next to his ear and moaned softly, hoping it would get to him. Surprisingly, he moaned back by reflex, seeming a bit embarrassed when he realized what had happened. His face had turned a bit red now, though I couldn't tell whether that was from blushing or just the heat of the water. Either way, it was charming. As my hand teased slowly up and down the length of him, his breathing started to speed up; apparently, my Sebby had a thing for heat. Not that I minded; I could make him as hot as he wanted.

"Mph." He made another sound, and I glanced up to see him gazing at me with something like irritation in his eyes.

"Wh-what's the matter?" I asked in confusion. His answer consisted of grabbing my hair to yank me closer…and then starting to bite my neck. He took his time about it, seeming to find just the perfect spots to close his teeth on. He would do it just hard enough to get me excited, but not enough to leave a mark. Was he teasing me? Maybe so, but it felt so nice that I couldn't have argued even if I'd wanted to. With him doing that, I started to feel a little…selfish, so I moved to straddle his hips, moving slowly against him so that we rubbed against each other, warm and wet. The water in the tub started to fill with waves and ripples, but all I could feel was friction, his skin on mine. My eyes closed on their own and I moaned his name, my mind growing a bit cloudy from all that warmth.

"My, my, you seem to be enjoying yourself," Sebby chuckled. Going along with his teasing, I nodded shamelessly. "It is hot, isn't it…? But then…I know of someplace even hotter." His hand reached up to circle my lips, and one finger slipped between them.

"Mm-hm," I managed, gently sucking on his finger while he used it to explore the inside of my mouth, only making me blush with that invasion. Then he pressed down on my tongue, forcing my mouth open, and I whimpered pitifully. All the while, his lips stayed curved in that smirk I had come to love.

"Hm, how nice," he said, slipping a second finger inside to move them in and out. And just so I didn't forget my original task, he slid his other hand up the back of my leg to keep my hips moving. My wonderful, domineering Sebby; I loved it when he took control over me like that, and he knew it. Holding tightly onto his shoulders, I chanced a glimpse into his eyes, and they were so red I couldn't help but moan. My gorgeous Sebastian. "Hmph. As sweet as this is, I'm beginning to want something more." To illustrate, he pushed his fingers further inside, pulling a shocked whine from my lips.

"Mm-hm!" I moaned, trying to show how badly I wanted him.

"I thought you might agree," he laughed, sliding his hand up to grope my ass, rubbing his fingers up and down against that opening to make me moan in protest.

"Sebby, please…!" I gasped, holding him tighter and rubbing my head against his shoulder.

"There's no need to beg." He smirked, taking hold of my chin to turn me up toward him. "What are you waiting for? Go to my bed." Eager to obey any order at that point, I stood, dripping water and trying to hide how excited I was. In my haste to get to his bed, I barely thought to wring out the water from my hair, and the rest of me was still slick and shining as I made my way to his bed. Sebastian followed soon behind me, watching me shake my head vigorously so that water flew everywhere and my hair stuck to my body in a sexy, stringy mess. Turning my gaze up at him from behind the crimson cords of my bangs, I licked my lips.

"How do you want me, Sebby…?" I asked sweetly, biting my lip. All I could think about was him, so hot, dripping wet and completely bare in front of me. Oh, darling, take me any way you like.

"You're being so very well-mannered tonight," he answered, stepping behind me and leading me to the foot of his bed with one hand on my hip. "Maybe this way…" He then grabbed hold of my wrists and forced my hands down onto the footboard, bending me over so that I was exposed and couldn't do anything about it. He seemed pleased, and I suppose that's all that matters. "Yes, this is a lovely view. You do recall you'll have to be quiet, don't you?"

"Y-yes," I said, nodding as I stared down at the floor. "Sebastian, please…touch me…"

"Now, now, be patient," he chided, blowing cool air across the wetness on my skin to make me shiver.

"Ah! It's cold…!" I whined, clenching the bed tighter.

"Well then. Allow me to warm you up." Without warning, he smacked my ass, hard, and I had to suppress a shriek. "Hm, what self-control. Let's see if you can maintain it." He hit me again and again, turning me red on the outside, too, and making me groan and whine each time I was struck. My pain showed through heavy panting and wetness in my eyes, but he didn't seem to notice. He just kept praising me for being so good, and getting me more excited all the time. And he was right; I was definitely warm by the time my little spanking was over. Gasping for breath as I stayed bent over in front of him, I waited to see what he would do next. His hands roamed down my shoulders and across my back, sliding all the way down to my hips to take hold of them so he could grind himself against me, hard enough to make me whimper his name in longing. He just laughed and reached down to circle his fingertips around my entrance, just barely pushing them in before pulling them back again. I was so excited by that point that I could hardly stand it; I may have snapped a little.

"Sebastian!" I growled, pushing back against him.

"So your staying power truly hasn't improved much after all. I suppose some things never change. But then, maybe that's for the best." Quickly wetting his fingers in his own mouth, he finally gave me what I wanted, sliding one easily inside. Already wanting more, I wiggled my hips at him and he chuckled at me again. It obviously didn't bother him, though, as he gave me another, pushing them in and out just so I would moan breathlessly for him.

"Se-Sebby…" I managed. "That's nice. It's so warm."

"So it is," he replied with a smirk evident in his voice. Pushing them farther in, he curled his fingers, searching for only a moment before he found that spot. But instead of just touching it like he usually would, he let his fingertips rub against it constantly, sending shivers up and down my spine and making it very difficult for my legs to support me.

"Oh…oh my…Sebby, that's…aah…" I breathed, pushing back against him as he added a third finger, using his free hand to hold me steady. "Nnh…it's so full." I blushed darkly at those words, hoping he didn't mind me talking that way. If he did, he didn't mention it, and he soon pulled his hand away, leaving me hot in anticipation. Then he was holding me close, his gentle touch almost caring, and I could feel him pressed up against me from behind. …but he didn't give it to me just yet.

"Tell me," he said, rubbing my hip with his thumb. "Do you want me…?"

"Y-yes!" I cried. "More than anything!"

"In that case…" He held me tighter, pressing against my entrance but not inside. "Beg for me, my pet." Oh my. Not only was he telling me to beg…but he used a pet name! A term of endearment! How incredibly sweet…! If that was how he wanted me, I could give him just that.

"Oh please, Sebastia~n, I need you…" I panted, tightening my grip on the bed even further. "I want you…inside, controlling me, taking full advantage of me…please…"

"Hm. Very good," he said, taking me swiftly; he was fully inside before I could even catch my breath. While I struggled to silence myself, he moved without any difficulty at all, only sighing softly at the feeling of me. No matter what he said, I knew he loved at least one part of me…and he had called me "my pet." Such an elegant, classy pet name; exactly what I would expect from my Sebby. Maybe it meant he was closer to admitting how he felt for me…but I wouldn't press the matter. For some reason, it was a sensitive subject, and I didn't want to upset him, so I would leave it alone. Instead, I tried to focus on…

"Aaa~h, Sebastian!" He knew my body so well, knew just where to touch and how to do it to make me writhe in utter bliss. "Mm, it's so good!" And whenever I moaned like that, he would laugh at me, but that would just show how breathless he was getting. Being able to do that to him was one of the best feelings in the world. His hands still held onto my hips, holding me steady, keeping me secure in his embrace, wholly connected to him, and there truly was nothing else I wanted more. My body matched his rhythm, the two of us moving together so sweetly and filling the room with heated sighs of pleasure. As he went faster and faster, the friction overtook my mind until it was all I could think of, only him, only that feeling, and how I wanted it.

"Harder," I begged, trying my best to support myself and not collapse from all the energy he was already using. He moaned softly in reply and heeded my request, moving harder, faster, more and more, clouding my mind in the best way possible. "Ah, God…Sebastian. So close…"

"Hnn, you've lasted longer than usual," he informed me, showing his exertion through his speech as well. "Do you think you can match me?"

"Y-yes! Oh, that would be—ahh—perfect…!" I managed through the veil of heat surrounding my mind. "Mm, yes, Sebastian, yes…!" He slowed down just a bit, letting me completely feel every stroke as he made it, drawing out my moans along with his speed. And he moaned as well, music to my ears. As he sped up once more, his sounds were more frequent, even growing a bit louder, fitting beautifully with mine while building up the fire in my stomach until I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Aah—Sebastian—haaa…!" My cry of ecstasy was muffled, and I wished I could scream for him, but the fact that he moaned in perfect time with me made up for it. Our bodies both reacted simultaneously, and mine only felt better for it. Even when it was so hot already, Sebastian's release made me hotter, and I raggedly sighed his name while I squirmed and writhed in his grip. Then it seemed my body simply wasn't going to cooperate anymore, and I collapsed—only to have Sebastian reach around to catch me. I stood there, trembling, in his arms while he held me up, and he even smiled slightly.

"You did well," he told me, obviously a bit out of breath himself. I managed a weak smile just because he was holding me that way. Realizing that I couldn't very well move on my own, he let out a sigh and lifted me off my feet, laying me down in his bed. "But you're exhausted now, aren't you?"

"J-just a little," I answered, shivering because I was laying on the cold wetness of my hair. Summoning what little strength I had left, I turned onto my side to see him lying down next to me and pulling the covers over both of us. I had to smile; he was just being so sweet. Whatever had inspired it, I certainly wasn't complaining. Maybe he was just growing used to the idea of being with me. Maybe. My eyelids fluttered even as I was contemplating those dreamy theories. "S-Sebby…you're so sweet. I love you." He let out a sigh, allowing me to rest my head on his chest.

"Go to sleep," he said. I couldn't even try to argue.