It is with great pride that I say, Warning: explicit content.
"Put me down!"
Sebastian obliged, sweeping Ciel down neatly onto his feet in the hall by the bedroom.
"And quit doing that all the time," he added waspishly, smoothing over the creases on his shirt, before looking up into Sebastian's face, all business.
"I don't want to have any more of these conversations. I don't care what happens, I don't care how you think I feel. Don't bring it up again." Ciel turned and strode to the bedroom, Sebastian following after a beat.
When he entered, Ciel was perched shyly on the edge of the bed, his rounded posture at odds with the sharpness of his words. He peeked up through a soft navy fringe, and anticipation shimmered in the air.
In a few strides, the distance from the door frame was closed as Sebastian's long fingers curled around Ciel's wrists and the warm weight of his body pressed the pair down into the cloud of downy comforter.
A warm rush surged up, setting Ciel's heart purring in a hard steady beat.
More.
A breathy little moan escaped his lips of its own accord as he wriggled his hips upward against the professor, the sweet weight of that body meeting him with delicious friction. His fingers flexed helplessly, his wrists manacled above his head by Sebastian's hands.
Ciel wouldn't have admitted it for anything, but aside from Joshua (which hardly counted, sadness and liquor as disabling as they were) and Sebastian, he had precisely zero experience in this arena. For the better part of his life, he felt he'd had quite enough of sex, and had only wanted to be left alone. He tended to pour his energy into school, violin, and other stiff pursuits. The raw ugliness of sex terrified him a bit.
This, however.
Warm honeysuckle lips, cinnamon and cardamom tongue pressing slowly into him, dazzling sensation along every nerve, fizzling skin against skin.
The wolfish desire to bite rose up, frustrated lust leaking out through more familiar outlets, and Ciel broke the kiss to sink his teeth into the soft whiteness of Sebastian's neck while his hands fumbled Sebastian's shirt open. Sebastian let out the softest, most exquisite little expression of lust, and Ciel's hips canted up forcefully without thought.
As he slid the crisp shirt down off of Sebastian's shoulder's, barely a shade off from the immaculate white cotton, Ciel's lips trailed down, laying sharp, sucking kisses over the professor's neck and shoulders.
"Don't leave any marks," Sebastian murmured, tilting his head to expose an exquisite expanse of skin to further affections.
Roiling lust and sheer contrariness sank Ciel's teeth down hard someplace northeast of Sebastian's left nipple; the neat semicircle of teeth would only be visible to anyone who saw the professor shirtless. This territorial mark was rewarded with a grinding press of erect flesh and the satisfying juxtaposition of power and captive wrists.
Ciel lifted his lips to the professor's earlobe, nipping the tender little pad of flesh and whispering into the soft shell above. "Why am I still wearing a shirt?"
Immediately, he was released, and his hands were drawn almost magnetically to the smooth, hard expanse of Sebastian's back, running up and down and tracing the muscles with wondering fingertips while the professor's skilled fingers nimbly released button after button until Ciel was free of the garment.
Their heartbeats seemed to synchronize as, unimpeded, bare skin met bare skin and careless lips crashed together, tangling hands and flesh.
Sebastian froze as Ciel's small, lovely fingers began to release the button and inch down the zipper of the professor's trousers. His hands were warm and awkward, proud but unsure.
"I'm not going to stop tonight," Sebastian whispered.
"I know."
Soft fingertips played over his hips under the loosened fabric, trailing down over the ridge of his buttocks and raking up over the hard plane of muscled back.
Sebastian's mouth was rough against the younger man's, need and desire heavy on every exhale. Ciel's nerves all seemed to be firing aimlessly, every touch of skin against skin sending a bright spark straight to the ache between his legs. He dug his nails sharply into the curve of Sebastian's back, angry red trails framing the delicate spine.
Ciel let out a whiny little moan as Sebastian pulled away, and the only contact was the tiny press of the button being undone over the swollen flesh beneath. Time seemed to drag, as, tooth by infinitesimal tooth, the zipper was inched down. Parted from Sebastian, the air seemed cold against Ciel's sweat-slicked skin, and his body seemed the throb with the absence of the other.
When, at last, the opening of Ciel's trousers was unfastened, Sebastian brushed his fingertips against the skin underneath, playing over hipbones and the soft fuzz trailing downward from the teen's navel. He lowered his lips to its shallow cup, tracing lazy curlicues upward, when frantic giggling interrupted this sensuous path.
"Stop that," Ciel said, sounding a bit panicky behind his breathy laughter. Sebastian lifted his head, smiling sharply.
"I'm ticklish," he admitted sheepishly, the last of his laughter trailing away.
Sebastian laughed, a small, worldly sound that briefly, jarringly reminded Ciel of their age difference, and pressed his lips to his student's neck. "My mistake," he murmured, the words humming sweetly against Ciel's throat.
Ciel gasped aloud as, all at once, large hands hooked elegantly around his trousers and slid them smoothly downward, while a warm, wet tongue pressed into his ear. He squirmed into the points of contact, all thoughts of his nakedness gone in the face of such overwhelming feeling.
Mindlessly, his hands played around Sebastian's hips, tugging the fabric down a few inches before he gave up in exasperation. "Get rid of those stupid things," he hissed, running his hands hungrily over Sebastian's back and up his sides.
Every move a performance, Sebastian stood and wiggled out of his trousers and underwear, tossing them into an artful heap on the floor. Ciel wanted to be unimpressed, but it was taking a good deal of willpower to keep his hand from drifting downward. As it stood, his erection was throbbing in time with his nervous rabbit's heart, dark blue shades of fear and desire swirling through his mind.
He scootched back on the bed, reclining against the pillows, and the mattress rocked slightly as Sebastian's warm naked body pressed against him. He wound himself into the older man, burying his nose into his shoulder.
"I'm scared," he said, so softly he wasn't sure if Sebastian could even hear him.
A soothing hand was smoothed over his hair and warm lips nuzzled chastely against his cheek. "I won't hurt you."
Ciel's heart pounded up into his throat, a hard, terrified ache that jarred uncomfortably with the hard need between his legs. "Okay."
Their hips rocked, a slow, melancholy beat, as they spoke.
"Do you have...any...er...you know..." Ciel asked, pulling his eyes away from the intoxicating carmine opposite him.
He was now thankful for the gap in their experience; Sebastian peeled himself off of the younger man and briefly fished in a side table drawer, extracting a slim white bottle and a small foil square. He set the latter aside, but untwisted the top of the bottle and set it and the cap on the tabletop. To Ciel, they seemed to be waiting in the spotlight, the lamplight shining on them absurdly.
For the time being, however, they waited in the wings. Fingertips trailed down Ciel's sides, his nerves in overdrive but the contact so brief that he was left with a weird, powerful tingling where he'd been touched, and met with warm lips and a wet mouth at the crux of Ciel's desire.
He literally arched his back at this, his eyes rolling and his jaw growing slack like every fifty-cent description of sex he'd ever read. The tight, pressing heat of tongue and lips bled precum from his aching erection, and he bucked his hips without conscious thought while his hands wound automatically into his lover's dark mane.
Suddenly, a lightning bolt shot through the fog in his mind as something weird and slippery pressed up into him. "What the fuck?!" he cried, though it came out sounding more like "Whuuuhhhnnn."
The soggy fragments of his mind pushed together for a millisecond to register the something as Sebastian's index finger slicked with lube, somehow stealthily pulled from the night table while his attentions were elsewhere. A long press of tongue and a masterful flicker of finger against something inside of him, however, quickly evaporated all thought.
Lightning flowed through Ciel, his nerves dancing and throbbing in time to the secret rhythm of desire. "Slow down...or..." he slurred, the occasional soft press against his prostate and the sure warm tongue around the head of his cock stealing his words.
Something that Ciel could dimly identify as another finger joined the first; though they were sure and skilled, pressing expertly against the spot that blanked out his vision and lolled his tongue, the sharp, long nails kept him grounded enough to wait for more.
The motions of Sebastian's fingers seemed wild and spastic; he'd already found Ciel's g-spot, so why on earth did he feel the need to move his hand so much? It was almost uncomfortable, but the sweet attentions to his member kept Ciel on a blissful even keel.
Just as the feeling of Sebastian's two fingers became comfortable—pleasurable, even—another, slicked with a lube that imparted a softly warming sensation, was added. Ciel's breath caught in his throat as the odd discomfort overrode the delicious joy of Sebastian's lips around him.
The jarring pleasure and pain finally connected the wet, fizzling synapses of Ciel's mind, and he made his best effort to relax. For his part, Sebastian knew exactly what he was doing, and the sensation was more strange than truly painful.
His hands twisted into the sheets and his hips rocked softly, driving himself deeper into Sebastian and vice versa. Dull pain was mixed with pleasure, and it wasn't enough; he wanted it all. His hands scrabbled awkwardly along Sebastian's shoulders and sides, and he tugged upward. He wasn't strong enough to actually drag the man up to him, but the message was clear enough.
He groaned softly when Sebastian's mouth and fingers were disengaged, and he grabbed at him hungrily as he sinuously positioned himself over Ciel. As their eyes met, Sebastian's dark, seductive expression was blanked into a look of tender discomfort.
Ciel reached up to his right eye; apparently, his eyepatch had come off at some point during his throes of pleasure. He groped around the duvet and leaned up to refasten it.
"It's okay, I don't mind," Sebastian murmured, laying soft little kisses along the curve of the teen's neck and shoulder.
"No. I want it on," Ciel said, his voice steady if a bit ragged on the edges. He squirmed his hips impatiently and tied on the patch in a hasty, pathetic knot.
His hands freed, he grabbed Sebastian's face and pressed a blazing, sloppy kiss against his lips. "Do it," he whispered, his heart pounding up into his throat but his eyes meeting Sebastian's steadily.
Sebastian's eyes caught the light and seemed to flash a deep, wicked ruby as he shifted himself up onto his knees and hiked up Ciel's slender white legs.
He couldn't look; he squeezed his eyes shut and tossed his head to the side, burying his nose in the soft downy comforter and bracing himself.
Nothing happened.
"Look at me," Sebastian said.
"Just do it," Ciel moaned.
"Look at me."
He shifted his head just enough so that he could peek out over the blankets from the corner of his eye.
He trailed his eyes over the white curves of their bodies, interrupted only by those sleek black nails curled possessively into his thighs, and gradually lifted his eyes to Sebastian's. Now, they seemed to burn black.
Wordless seconds ticked by as, gradually, looking into those eyes, Ciel lifted his head from the covers and relaxed down, facing Sebastian straight on.
Sebastian nodded to himself, seeming satisfied. At last, he began to press himself, slowly, gently, into Ciel.
It was a slow, aching burn, jarring him out of the swirling black lust that had been consuming him. It seemed to go on forever, until at last, all of Sebastian's considerable length was seated within him. He stayed like that for a moment, allowing the teen a moment to become accustomed to the feeling, before rocking his hips back and pushing in again, a bit faster.
Beads of sweat were starting to glimmer on Ciel's forehead as his body was pushed to accommodate the other man, and his jaw clenched slightly. Sebastian twitched his hips slightly and adjusted his hold on Ciel's legs, and suddenly, as he pushed himself in again, brushed against that magical spot.
"Oh," was all he could say, his weight sagging slightly into Sebastian's hands. The muscles in his arms stood out in soft relief as he held him easily. He released one of Ciel's legs, which hung awkwardly and canted his hips at an angle, to gently begin to stroke his cock. Ciel was soon, once again, overwhelmingly aroused.
After a second of recalibration to ensure he would be hitting Ciel's g-spot, the pace of Sebastian's hips increased, matched by the steady strokes of his hand.
An almost aching tingle was creeping up Ciel's spine and settling into the back of his skull, the promise of intense orgasm teasingly on the horizon.
"Harder," he begged, grinding his hips upward.
Sebastian slammed into him, keeping a rough, unsteady rhythm, and soon the tightness in his nerves crescendoed and spilled over, blossoming into glowing white pleasure. He shuddered and moaned as he came, almost painfully hard, in Sebastian's hand, barely noticing the last few euphoric thrusts of Sebastian's own orgasm.
He sagged, limp and spent, down into the covers. Sebastian pulled himself away carefully, gently laying Ciel's legs down and extracting himself.
"Good boy," Sebastian said, leaning over and laying a small, sardonic little kiss on his forehead.
"Uhnnn..." Ciel groaned, unmoving.
Sebastian's back was to the bed as he dressed, pulling on underwear and trousers. "The shower is in there." he made an elegant, waving gesture towards the bathroom. "I'm going to get some work done while you do that, and then I can drive you home."
Still lying naked and spread-eagled on the bed, Ciel rotated only his head to glare at Sebastian's lean, muscled back as he shrugged on a button-down. "Drive me home?"
He looked over his shoulder, seeming rather bored. "Doesn't that seem easiest to you?"
"I suppose," he muttered, shifting his gaze back toward the ceiling. After a moment, he swung his legs to the side and sat up, stalking past Sebastian towards the bathroom. He fiddled with the knobs for a moment until suitably hot water was flowing from the showerhead and stepped into the spray.
The post-coital fog in his brain gradually cleared as he stood there, and he picked up a bottle of shampoo. He flicked open the cap and sniffed, a faintly woody, resiny scent. Squirting a drop into his hand and rubbing it mechanically through his hair, Ciel closed his eyes and breathed out a deep sigh.
The warm rivulets curling over his skin and the smell of Sebastian's shampoo made him think, meditatively, of those imagined touches that seemed so long ago. He ran a hand distantly over his arm and shoulder.
Of course he shouldn't sleep here. His allergies, for one thing. For another, it was too risky to try and get Ciel back to school in the morning. They kept different schedules. There was no tea.
Each of these thoughts floated through Ciel's mind, and he observed them at a distance as they drifted by. He wasn't angry, or hurt.
Still, he wanted to stay there, mind adrift, in a warm cloud of Sebastian's scent, forever.
It's rare that I'll post chapters so quickly, and I'm nearly out of stuff to rewrite, so expect updates to slow down in the future.