Hello! Who wants a fresh dose of smut! Well, here you go! And a confession? Technically, not really a confession since everyone but Ciel knows about Sebastian's feelings, but oh well. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy. Request, review, and enjoy!
"You might want to close your mouth unless you are going to be using it for something better," Ciel says without stuttering. It seems his jealousy has made him more confident, and it is a major a turn on for my hard-on.
"Ohh! All ready propositioning me to give you a BJ. It's not fair if you offer me over the phone. Try it in person next time," I wink as I scoot my back to the headboard, sitting up straight. He does not blush like he usually does. No, he smirks while he tilts his head, making his fringe scatter along his forehead. God, he looks so beautiful.
"Don't think that I won't." He licks his bottom lip and rubs his neck, pushing his medium long hair back. He bares his pale throat and winks back. "Sebastian, take off your shirt," he demands, and I see the absolute hunger in his eyes. I feel a hundred degrees hotter. In fact, when I follow his instructions, my nipples instantly harden as they meet the cold air. And he notices because the camera shakes for a minute. I see a fuzzy image of him until it clears. I don't understand what had just happened, but I do when he slowly moves his phone from his face to his chest and then down to his crotch, which is not blocked by pants anymore.
"Ciel," I moan out as I eye his restrained boner. I wish he were here so I could touch him. I need to feel skin, but since he is not with me, I settle for skimming my fingertips over my stomach, teasing him and myself slightly. His breath hitches as my hand touches my buckle on my belt. "Tell me what to do," I dictate. I want him to lead me because this is his first time, and I want him to control the pace.
All of a sudden, he is not assertive. No, he is back to being shy, and I should be disappointed but I am not. I love all sides of him, specifically when he asks, "Can you take your jeans off…please?" I hold back my laugh and just nod and do as he instructs. I don't give him a strip show because we could do that later. When we are face-to-face, and we can touch.
"Now?" I keep my phone at head level. I didn't want him to know that though he only ordered for my pants to be gone, I discarded my underwear as well.
"I…uh…" He pauses, his cheeks flushing with uncertainty probably. I could help him, but that wouldn't be as fun as watching him squirm. Especially when all his small movements makes his muscles more pronounced.
"You, what?" I whisper. I try to keep my other hand to my side, but it strays to my thigh, where I begin lightly rubbing little circles in an attempt to calm my erection. I shouldn't cheat him the opportunity of directing me because I am getting more horny the longer he looks at me.
"Se~bast…hah. I'm touching mys—elf! Mmm." Oh. Oh! He wasn't red from his indecision of how to continue. No, he is caressing himself through his fabric. I rub my thigh harder, and I bite my lip with vigor. "Nnn! Do it. Cup yourself." I do without any complaints. It is difficult keeping my arm up so he can see my face when I am moving my hand up and down my shaft in a loose grip. It is difficult, but it is worth it because not only can he see my pleasure, I can see his. "Ahhh. Sebastian, let me see," Ciel begs. Through my gasps, I give him a smile before I drop my phone to my blood-filled cock. I know the exact moment he realizes what he is seeing when he lets out a choked moan. I stroke myself faster and faster until pre-cum starts to gather at my tip. His breathing increases. I spread the white liquid over my dick, making it slick and causing me to go at a greater speed. I hear him grunting.
Though his face is no longer visible for me since I had to give him a close up of my lower half, with my eyes closed, I can imagine everything he does. At the moment, he kicks off his undergarments. I can tell because the sound of skin meeting skin is undeniable. His aren't shut because he doesn't want to miss anything I do, which causes them to water. His breathing is labored as he fucks his hand. His hips are moving into his hand like mine are. He lets out groans that mirror mine.
"Ciel," I gulp, my mouth dry from catching my breath. "Show me. Show me what you are doing. Show me what I do to you," I plead while raising my phone to eye-level. He nods and his eye flutter down. He throws his head back, releasing my name as he finally gives me what I have been asking for.
His cock is pulsating, or maybe it is just his hand that makes it look like it. He is tugging himself at a furious pace. His hand reaches the base, and he squeezes. He slides his hand up to the tip to rub his palm against it. He then repeats the whole process over and over again. His hips are trembling, and I know he is almost at his completion. So am I, for that matter. But I wouldn't cum until he did. I wanted to see it.
"Baby, you are so wet. Aren't you?" A moan. "If you are already like this now, just think when are together." He fists himself a litter harder. "When it is me stroking you. When I can suck on your neck, then your nipple, only to lick my way down to your cock." He pants out a weak stop. "I would lick the tip first, pressing my tongue at the slit harshly until you pulled my hair. I would then swallow you whole, making sure that you can feel yourself reach the back of my throat. You would like that, wouldn't you?" You hiss as your dick starts throbbing. "I would then lift my mouth off you and then ram your hot cock back in. You can feel my warmth and wet heat, can't you?" Your voice comes at a higher pitch.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Seb-Sebastian! Ahhh! I can't. I can't hold, mmmm! I'm~~" and he cums. He squirts out strings of cum that flow over his hand. Some even lands on his abs. His hand pulls even more, trying to prolong his orgasm as long as he can. His hips twitch, as does his now spent dick. I see him fall back onto his wall.
I can feel myself approaching my end as well. I should have already came, but when I was talking Ciel off, I restrained the urge to touch myself. I am almost ready blow, and I knew one touch would send me over. Just one. "Ciel, look at me." He is sweating when he brings the phone to his face. I aim the phone down then back up. I put my dick back into my hand and start masturbating, staring at him all the while. It only takes me a few strokes until I feel my body tense. I keep my eyes locked on his as I ejaculate and moan, "I love you."