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I must have been a Saint in my past life to be living as a satisfied and happy sinner. Why else would I be in this kinda position unless I have done something good? Either way, today's events will now be my reference for future pleasuring needs.

Ciel is still relentlessly seizuring on top of me. I want to believe that this his just his way of announcing his love for me, but I don't. I can't. Because my heart can't take it. So even though I am loving every second of his body pressing against me, I grab his arms in an attempt to stop him, but it his words that stop me. He lifts his head up and breaths, "I am cold. You'll warm me up, right?" How can I say no those words? It would be just like punching a baby, which would be straight up wrong.

Just like an good Samaritan, I let him continue his movements. If he were to get frost bite, I would be a horrible person, now wouldn't I?

I place my hands on his lower back, squishing him to my body. My right leg slips between his parted ones, and I am positive that he feels me. My blatant warmth. He lays his head next to my neck, so I can feel his heated, quickening breaths. Now, he is not the only one moving, I am also. My hands are moving up and down as our bodies repeat the process. They graze the curve that his cute ass makes when it meets his back. I tilt my head back as his lips makes contact with my neck.

"Se...Sebastain. I'm still cold," he mouths. I groan animalistically. It is taking all my strength not rip his clothing off. Instead, I start to thrust against him harder. How will this make him warmer, I don't know, but it is making me so warm that it is unbearable. I am about to burst through my seams of my pants, but I keep up our movements. I can't stop.

Since he started all of this, he needs to take responsiblity for his actions. So I think it is completely justified that I move my hands to his butt and squeeze them. They are firm just like they appear, but they are also soft at the same time. One squeeze was all I was going to give myself, but a sharp moan close to my ear reveals to me that I am not the only one who enjoyed it so I do it more.

We are both moaning at this point. Maybe my mind was trying to save me the future headaches and heartaches, but I can now feel his enlarged bulge snuggly pressed to me. He wants this as much as I do. I didn't notice that his hands were entangled in my hair, but they are there. Pulling tightly when we increase our speed.

"Please...Sebastain. Please!" He lifts his head up from it's resting place next to my neck. His cheeks are painted red, and his eyes are brighten with tears. His mouths hangs open, releasing his pants and pleads.

What he begs for, I don't know, but I decide that I am just going to let my desire play out. I reach between us and cup him. He is beyond hard. He is stone, and I feel a little wetness seep through his clothes. I rub him harder as he cries out louder. We can't keep going at this pace because we are close, but his moans of my name spur me on. I want this moment to last forever. For us to exist in this second where his eyes meet mine, offering promises of eternal love and devotion. But I know that this is not the case. So when we grow nearer to our end, I follow my heart. I lift my hand that is not rubbing him to his face. I pull his face closer to me. I whisper that I am sorry and capture his lips. One peck. No, two pecks. Three pecks turn into me forcing his lips open for my tongue. I dominate him because I am afraid that he wouldn't respond to me. Even if it is him trying to push my tongue out of his cavern, I am happy.

We don't last long. My hand and body wouldn't let him last long, and his presence wouldn't allow me either. We both came. Our sounds are muffled in each other's mouths. I expect him to pull away with a look of disgust and shock, but he does not break our kiss. I know that we both just orgasmed, but I can feel myself stirring up again. He is the sweetest drug known to men, and I am the only one that is privileged enough to sample him. I am addict.

I wouldn't have stopped if it weren't for my phone vibrating through my back pocket. Ciel lifts himself up from me, going in to a straddling position. He looks surprised, and before I can say anything, he rushes out of the room. I can already feel the tears prickle at my eyes. I gulp and reach for my phone. I clear my throat as I answer. It's Elizabeth.

"Hello? Sebastian, you have to leave. Like now! Doll is heading there. I guess she doesn't like me as much as I don't like her. Such a bitch. Anyway, get out! I repeat, get out! Abort the mission!" Her urgent message switches to a humorous one. "Hehe, sorry. Always wanted to say that. Call me later and tell me what happened, kay? Bye!" She hangs up.

I put my phone back. I stand up and wrinkle my nose as I feel my cum start to cool and dry. It is a bittersweet feeling. Knowing that he caused this heat and coldness that followed.

I want to find him. She said that his wife was coming, but I owed it to myself to ask him what this was about. I bypass the kitchen and walk up the stairs. There are four doors, and I open two of them until I turn the knob of a locked door. I call out to him, but he doesn't answer.

I try again. No response. I place my forehead on the wood, and say, "Ciel? It's okay. That back there...it was nothing, okay?" The tears start to tumble out. It hurt. To make my happiest moments of my life seem like they never meant anything. It hurt a lot. "Ciel...we can pretend it never happened. Ciel? It's not your fault. You're sick. It's okay. Ciel!" The lack of response is making me even more drastic. I am close to bawling. I slam my fist onto the door. "Ciel. Please don't hate me. Please. Please. Please," I repeat as I openly weep. I can live with him loving someone else. With him being with her, but I can't live with him hating me. I can't. "Ciel! Don't hate me!" I beg. "I'm sorry. So sorry. Just don't...hate me."

My phones vibrates again, and I know it's Elizabeth calling to ask if I left yet. So I leave. I turn from the room that holds my love, and leave. I turn from the house that will forever remember Ciel's and my passion, and leave. I turn from the only person who I ever loved and probably will ever love, and leave.