Royal Icing
It was two weeks later after Sebastian and Mey-Rin had discussed that she would indeed be comfortable to approach the Earl and then Lady Phantomhive with their now five month sexual affair. Mey-Rin got up and sat on the edge of the bed, glancing behind her where Sebastian lay, stiff and lightly breathing. He and the Earl had come home that night after an emergency tore them away for the last week and half. They had made love, slow and eager. Purposeful, she smiled, slipping her feet in the slippers and sliding her arms around her waist. She looked down and frowned. She had again skipped her normal month and had blushed when Sebastian had whispered he had noticed that. She glanced back at her lover and smiled; he had not given up hope of a child with her. She would never deny him the sex in trying to impregnate her damaged womb.
Shuffling quietly out of the room, she went to the bathroom and cleaned her face.
"My sweets?" Sebastian's voice said softly through the door. "May I come in?"
She undid the latch and opened the door as she was brushing her teeth. He smiled and kissed her forehead and moved to relieve himself. Mey-Rin bent to spit out the grimy paste and rinse her mouth when she felt his hands over her hips and she looked up. Looking at him through the mirror, she saw the familiar hunger building in his gaze. "Oh, last night wasn't enough?"
"Never," be breathed and bent down and kissed her cheek. "Never enough of your sweet love and tenderness." He kissed her cheek again and smiled as he stood behind her, him towering over her bent frame. "Or rough fucks," he added in a low voice, his hips thrusting forward a bit.
"My love, the bathroom is shared," she reminded him as his eyes met hers and there was no doubt he wanted her now, bent over the sink, her body on his. "They will be up soon."
"A quick fuck?"
She bit her lip as he moved her night gown up and slid his left hand down her front. "Enough to satisfy that quick craving we obviously have." He bent his fingers into her and she inhaled sharply; he knew her secret places.
"Yes my Sponge Cake. Quickly now, be ready."
"Always am for your cock."
"Wicked language and so well formed."
She panted as his cock slid into her, familiar and firmly. "Oh gods… Sebastian!"
He bent down and kissed her neck and then she moved to meet his lips. He sawed deep strokes into her, the angle making her stand on her toes as he bucked into her from below. They had fucked against walls in similar ways, but never with her half leaning over a sink. She met her lovers bright eyes and saw the same pleasurable question: why had they not fucked liked this before?
"Today… let's tell the master today," Sebastian whispered as he seemed to pick up and slam faster and harder into her body.
Mey-Rin threw her head back onto his shoulder and nodded. The angle and the intense cocking was sending her into bliss. His hands were on her breasts and were squeezing the ample mounds, adding to her pleasure. She closed her eyes and for a moment she could see her body splayed under his powerful one, making it look like she was a rag doll and he was simply fucking her. She moved her hands from gripping the sink and placed them on the mirror, giving her more leverage to slam back as he stroked deeper into her sex.
"That's it, my dear. Fuck me hard," he whispered, his hands roaming and making her breast jiggle. His own right hand shot forward, covering hers on the mirror as his left stayed on her breast, rolling her nipple in his fingers, making her cum and moan, biting her lips from screaming. "You don't know how beautiful you are when you are with me. Your naked lust and your openness to let me touch you. You have given yourself to me. I sometimes wonder if I am not simply dragging this pleasure out and we really simply love the sex."
Mey-Rin's eyes flew open and burned into his. "I love you, Sebastian. When we simply are in the kitchen and your hand bushes mine. When we are clothed and your sit next to me. Even in bed, before we even sleep, and we sleep without much besides a small kiss. I… oh…. Gods…. I love you from the bottom of my heart. Your cock and fucking is only that icing on the cake we decided to finally make together."
"Mmm… my Royal Icing?"
Mey-Rin's eyes fluttered as the familiar intense climax built and began to summon Sebastian's own cumming. "Fuck me full, please."
"Yes, my Sponge Cake." And he pushed her back as he slammed forward, his hands on her waist and hip, his hot cum flooding her sex, her womb, her body. He pumped again and some of the cum and juices slipped down Mey-Rin's legs, pooling around under her wide stance. Sebastian had his eyes closed, pumping into her three deep strokes and feeding her four deep wads.
Mey-Rin leaned back into him and sighed as his last wad slipped into her. "I wish I could be on your cock all day," she whispered as she came down from her third climax. "I'd never want to stop from taking it from behind. You seemed so big right now."
His bright eyes opened and she gasped at how lovely and intense they were. "I apologize if I hurt you."
"No! Never hurt me. It was… so much better then I thought. Although," she added, glancing a the small clock in the window above the tub, "not as quick as we may have wanted." She giggled. "We fucked for half an hour."
"Is that not quick for us?"
She blushed as he slipped out and she felt the fluids slip down her legs. She moved to sit on the toilet and looked at him. "True. But now we smell of sex and there will be questions from the boys. Well, Bard, mainly."
"He went to a whore house last night."
She looked at him sharply. "Oh? And you know this… how?"
He smiled and bent to clean their mess on the floor and then his own cock. "He asked if I knew of good places. I merely told him of a place I had heard about. I am much to picky to do anything like that."
Mey-Rin finished and pulled her night gown down again. "Well… a man has needs."
"Yes," Sebastian said softly. He threw the soiled towel into the basket and washed his hands. He moved to the door and unlocked it. "Men have needs. Like the need to kiss his beloved when the desire comes upon him." He stopped her as she passed him and bent down to kiss her with longing and promise. "And it comes upon me often and strongly."
"Let's get dressed and start our day. Set up a meeting with the Earl is your job."
"One I would take on regardless. He is, after all, my son."
The heavy footfall made Mey-Rin pause before they could once more be passionately kissing in the hallway, before her door. "And there is mine."
"Dress and I will see you below." Sebastian said, standing and slipping into his crisp order voice. He turned and disappeared into his room before Finny came around the corner.
"Is the bathroom free?"
Mey-Rin nodded and watched as the blonde gardener, so strong and so child-like sleepily walked past her and into the room she and her lover had just come out of. Her hand slid over her flat womb, once more full of potentially life-giving seed. She glanced at Sebastian's closed door before entering hers. He loved her and wanted her openly, even though for most couples that meant also having a family of their own. She smiled as she closed her door and slipped off the night gown. They would happily continue fucking; many couples were childless. She pulled her hair up and frowned. Her womanly heart, the part she wished beyond anything sometimes didn't exist at all, ached for the child Sebastian deserved to be a father to, and would never be, not from her damaged body.
"Today, we ask for permission to court. And then tonight, we fuck no matter what," she whispered as she slide her boots on. "I've acquired the horrible taste of one kind of sweet," she giggled.
Ciel Phantomhive stilled as he processed what his Butler and his Maid said. His tea cup suspended midway between the saucer and his suddenly dry mouth. He moved his arm up, and down, trying to decide if he needed to place the cup down or sip at it. He merely slid his eyes to his Butler, the one who was doing much of the talking, as he expected when he granted the request that Sebastian and Mey-Rin wished to see him, alone.
"Master?" Mey-Rin's squeaky voice broke the silence.
"What. The. Bloody. Hell." Ciel finally said. He placed the cup down, sloshing some of the fine tea on the saucer and stood, his hands balled in fists and slammed them on the desk, his gaze never ripping from Sebastian's. "How… dare you! You are here to serve me, not dine on the servants. You are here to ful-"
"Master, please. Your words."
Ciel's mouth snapped shut and he looked at Mey-Rin, standing beside the Demon Butler. "And you wish to court her when she knows nothing?"
"I know plenty," Mey-Rin said, taking off her glasses. She sighed and blinked, making the room come into sharp focus. "I know you were scared by your parents' death and then kidnapping. I know Mister Sebastian found you - as he then found us, Bard, Finny, and I. I also know that Mister Sebastian is kind and would not hurt anyone. He doesn't want to hurt me. He will never hurt me."
Ciel laughed and threw his head back, giving deep, roaring laughs. Mey-Rin moved a bit closer to Sebastian and wrapped her arm around his and looked up at him and back at her master.
"He is a man whose very mission in this life is to hurt people," Ciel said finally. He pegged her with his blue eyes, now hard and warning. "He found me and I tell him to find and kill my enemies. I am not a clean man, as you may have guessed. You protect the Manor and this house from evil so beyond your knowledge that if you did know, I would not be surprised if you would leave."
"You speak of the evil men and the hardly men who lurk in the shadows?" Mey-Rin asked, stepping forward a bit. "I would take down a dragon if you asked. I would not blink if you told me the nightmares we have gone through - dead rising again, the strange beings that make us question our own living - were not tests from the heavens above, or devil himself. You are not the only one ruined in the house. You found Finny, Bard, and I at our worst. We have seen demons. We deal with them. I am simply asking - we are simply asking - to be able to have someone to cling to when the demons become too much to bare alone."
"And if I told you he - the Butler who stands beside you, who has done my biding for more then eight years - was not standing here because he wanted to be? He is in this house because I demand he is?"
Mey-Rin turned and looked at the man she had fallen in love with over the past eight years. She watched as he barely moved as he met her gaze, steady and without emotions. "If he didn't want to be here, in this house, working beside you, Master, I believed he could have walked away without warning. Mister Sebastian can be a hard man, I know. But he also has a soft…. A gentle…" she paused and looked at her Master. "Sebastian has held me through more rough times in my life then I would care to think about. He has been there for me, and I hope, we - I - have been there for him. He says I have, but, well, he is a hard man to read at times." She looked up at Sebastian and smiled. "But I want to learn how to be someone he needs as well."
Ciel sighed. "She is madly in love with you, no doubt," he said, leaning into the desk as he took in his Butler. "But if you are to honor those emotions - if there is love within you - you need to tell her."
"And Lady Elizabeth?"
Ciel rolled his eyes. "She is not in love with you, and I protect her from…" he waved his hands in the air, "this. Mey-Rin, however, is very much involved in this."
"I feel like I am missing some clues to a puzzle," Mey-Rin muttered.
"Can you at least grant us a… trial to see if we can… be accepted?" Sebastian finally said after a moment.
"Pass as a human couple?"
"Yes, my lord."
Ciel walked back around his desk and sat down, spinning his chair halfway toward the small window behind him. "And in this time, you would… tell her?"
"If you wish me to."
Ciel faced them and smiled. "You trust me with your heart?"
"As you trust me with your soul, my lord," Sebastian replied in the same curt manner.
"You… love her?"
Sebastian turned and smiled down at the slightly confused Mey-Rin. "Yes, as much as a man, such as I am, can love."
"It's not a royal blessing, but you may court. Just no kissing in front of the staff and in front of me. And if you have problems, if this doesn't work -"
"We are adults, Master," Mey-Rin jumped in. She blushed and stepped back, biting her lip when she realized her mistake of cutting him off. "Sorry, my lord."
"Fine. Leave as a courting couple. If this interferes with any of your duties," he added, looking at Sebastian and then at Mey-Rin, "I will demand it stop."
The newly blessed couple looked at one another and smiled. "Yes, my lord."
They walked out, as professionally as they walked in and took the back stairs quietly as the house was still and they didn't want to be found. Sebastian grabbed Mey-Rin on the third landing and pulled her towards him, kissing her softly and then harder as her arms wrapped around his neck.
"We have our protection," she muttered into his lips. She smiled and laughed a bit. "Now you can give into those manly urges."
"I have a list, would you like to hear one now?"
"Oh, devilish," she whispered as he kissed her neck, her back on the wall and they were still a flight from their bedrooms.
"You have no idea," he muttered as he pulled her closer, grinding his erection into her front. "My current manly urge is to slip these clothes off and slide my hard cock into your wet sex and celebrate until we are a mass of arms and legs, to tired to fuck, but wanting to anyway."
Mey-Rin licked her lips and pushed him away a bit. "Your bed or mine?"
"Mine. I want you on mine."
They hurried into his bedroom and Mey-Rin said nothing as they entered the sparse space, save a bed and his uniform hanging on the wall. He held her from behind and undid her layers, kissing her softly.
"We have never made dessert in the day here in town," she breathed as he pulled her apron off and dropped it on the floor.
"My bed is for the day, yours for our nights," he breathed into her ear as she spun around and undid his shirt. "I've only undressed you under gas lamps, never the natural sunlight."
"Mmm…the icing on the cake?"
"Oh, my dear," he said, pulling his shirt off and trowing it on the ground too. They worked on his pants and then as it came undone, Mey-Rin reached up and kissed his lips before dragging his pants down, freeing his large cock, and kissing the raging tip softly.
"I only want this icing right now."
She plunged her mouth on his cock, and worked more and more down her throat, making him sigh and place his hands on her head. Mey-Rin ran her tongue over his cock and smiled up at her lover. Their nights of madly slow, the nights of them making love, and staring into each others eyes, started with her on her knees, worshiping the cock that would be worshipping her.
"My Eclair is about to creame, my love," he said horsely. "Oh dear… Mey-Rin!"
She slurped and sipped, pumped and squeezed her lover, taking each drop into her mouth and into her body. She looked up and his eyes were bright and his tongue snaked out, licking his lips, wetting them for her lips as she finally twisted off his cock. She licked him up, even so he was semi-hard still and would be for a while until he slipped deep into her and fucked her Sponge Cake into creaming over and over.
"I'll never hurt you," he said, kissing her and slipping her own dress off her body. He pulled at her soft corset and her breasts came into view. "If I do, please, my love… please I will stop."
Mey-Rin pulled him on top of her as she lay on the soft mattress of his bed. "My dear, you know I will. My heart is too full of joy and love to ever want you to stop, even if it hurt. I want you beside me. I wasn't trying to convince the Earl to let us court, I was telling you how much I need you to be mine. How I rely on you, not only when I am falling and needing to be caught, but when I am dripping with desire. How I wish to have you with me when I am going through my painful monthlies, and the joys of simply laying in your arms, clothed, talking, not needing to fuck to know how much you love me too."
"But now…" Sebastian growled, his legs spreading hers further apart. "But now, I am going to ravish your body and fuck you long and hard. I have a manly urge," he whispered as he bent and kissed her breasts, "to mark you as mine."
"And where will this mark be?" she sighed as he moved down and kissed her stomach and moved swiftly to the top of her sex.
He lifted her left leg and licked her inner thigh, so close to her weeping sex she shivered from the movement of air. "Here," he muttered and bit her. She gasped in the pain and then in the absolute pleasure that cursed quickly behind. "I was told I had to mark you close to your sex and we may have an easier time keeping you safe."
The words registered but meant nothing as he once more bit her, deepening the mark, the pain, and the pleasure. Mey-Rin bucked her hips, and he moved his head to lick up her dripping sex and he let her leg rest over his shoulder as he dove in and ate her Sponge Cake, sweeping up and down with his tongue, making her moan and finally climax, letting him lick her clean as she had done to him.
"Mey-Rin?"
"Yes, Sebastian?"
"May I fuck you now?"
"You better," she said, shifting as he now covered her body with his and pushed his cock a bit onto her. "You better fuck me like you said you would - long and hard."
He kissed her as he slammed his cock deep into her, as he had done that morning. "Yes, my Mistress."
Mey-Rin gasped and shuttered at the intimate words. They had pet names for each other, but to acknowledge they were now not just secret lovers, but would be openly courting, leading them to a life as an open - married, maybe - couple, whose love would be displayed, made her cry as they consummated their blessed courting status.
