Well, hi there! I decided to update because I have been uber stressed recently, and I needed to relax so I wrote this! I hope you guys like it! Review and enjoy!

Ciel's POV

For a breath, I almost believe him. It would be really easy to just let myself be enchanted by the sweet lies he tries to charm me with, but I resist. Because soon enough that lie will turn into truth. One day he will truly be mine. All I have to do is be patient.

"Can I kiss what it is mine, then?" I ask shyly. He eyes me in confusion before he swoops in and captures my lips. AH~ This is our first real kiss, isn't? A kiss without taunts to provoke it, without alcohol to force it, without surprise to diminish it. No, this is our first kiss where we are both wanting it, and when our feelings are mutual. It is natural. So effortless and perfect that I begin to think that I have made a mistake. Because if I don't manage to get his love, how will I ever live without it? How can I possibly ever hope to remain by his side after this? I don't think I can.

He pulls back, and the smile he gifts for me has me faint-ish, leaving me only one choice which is for me to lay my head on his chest. And just like how our kiss was natural, the way his arms warp around me and the way I snuggle closer to him, toward his warmth is just as right, too.

He is a bad man. A bad man who made me wait this long for him. A bad man. My bad man.

Sebastian's POV

He melts into me, and I wish I could freeze this moment. This moment where everything is as it should be, and if I could freeze it, I hope we would never thaw because I don't know what the future plans to do with us. Is this a whim, or something more?

I try to put it out of my head, and it is not that difficult to do. Well, it is not when I coax his head up and kiss him again, and I don't think I can get enough of him. I can't, and since he is so willing, I don't have to worry about it. For now, I can just solely focus on the softness and warmth of his lips. Until I can't even do that because I want more, and more, and I can't stop myself from pushing him closer to me and from pushing my tongue into his mouth.

He is stunned for a second, I can feel that, but then something happens. He returns my eagerness, my neediness, and I can't even begin to question what has brought upon this change in him. No, because besides our tongues battling for dominance, I can feel something else that has me gasping.

He is moaning. I can't hear, and god, I wish that I could, but I can feel the vibrations from our connected mouths. I can feel it against my tongue, and it is so…so erotic that I lose any sense of my surroundings. I lose sense of myself. I lose my control.

What I do next is wrong, I know that it is, but I have no control, and being uncontrollable, I spin him around, press him against my front door, and rub against him. I have been deprived of him, and now that I have access, restraint is not my top priority.

Ciel's POV

I move my lips away as I try to gather a breath and my wits, but both escape me when he trails his mouth lower until he latches on to my neck. My moans don't have anything to muffle them, so they fill the air freely. And it's getting embarrassing hearing my own sounds drowning out the rain when it should be the other way around.

"Hah. Hah. Se-Sebastian. St-hah-p for hah a min-minute," I barely manage to pant out before a groan tears at my throat because of a sensual thrust Sebastian throws my way.

Despite my plea, he sucks harder at my skin, leaving me more dizzy than I thought possible. My eyes roll back as one of his hand squeezes my butt cheek. So I try again, but he doesn't hear me. Instead he nibbles at my Adam's apple and hitches me up higher on his hips.

I do the only thing I can think of to get him to back off. I pull his hair, and he slowly detaches his mouth from me and levels his head with mine. I have never seen him with such an expression on him. One that screamed slight puzzlement and a whole lot of repressed lust. I shiver as I realize that look is reserved for me and no one else.

"You dummy! Are you trying to kill me?" I ask with a shaky smile. He hazily shakes his head, and I let out a breathless laugh. "I need air, Mickey," I chastise him while I use my old pet name for him. Like I predicted, his eyes widen.

"Wow," he starts. "I haven't heard that in over a decade," he comments, still in shock.

I nod. "I haven't said it in over a decade," I say back. "Sounds kinda weird, now, doesn't it?"

"No. It sounds perfect," he remarks. He then pecks me on the lips, but he doesn't deepen the kiss like I thought he would. He furrows his eyebrows and corrects himself with, "No, I meant to say, 'It's great.''

Sebastian's POV

To think he would ever call me that again. I thought he would die before he let that nickname pass his lips, but here we are. It seems today is full of unbelievable events, and my only complaint is that I am missing his voice.

"Say it again," I demand. He is briefly taken back, but he obliges me.

"What, Mickey? You never liked it when I called you it in the past. I even though you hated it."

"Hate it? No, I loved it," I confess. "You don't know what I did to hear it." What I would do just to hear it again, I think to myself. "You don't know how happy I felt when you would call me that. No idea."

"Are you happy to hear it now, then?" I smile at him and nod as my reply. "So I'm making you happy, Mickey?" I laugh and nod. "Oh, Mickey." He glances away and then back to me with a boyish grin on his face. "Oh, Mickey, you're so fine. You're so fine you blow my mind. Hey, Mickey." He finishes, and his body shakes with laughter while he buries his head in his hands.

"Oh, God!" I chuckle. "That brings back memories!" I laugh harder as I start to remember. "Mey-rin always had the best dares!" I sigh in blissful content. "Her cheerleading outfit looked amazing on you. You were absolutely gorgeous in it." His head snaps up, revealing red cheeks.

"Shut up! No, I didn't. I looked like a drag queen." He pouts.

"As if you could." He purses his lips, and he abruptly winces. He touches his bruised cheek. "Ciel, are you going to tell me why Bard did that?" He doesn't respond. "Well, will you let me treat it, at least?"

"Okay."

So I set him on his feet, grab his hand, and lead him inside. What I don't expect to see when we enter is my blushing mom, my giggling sister, my proud dad, and a disgruntled Bard, but I do. I can only guess one thing: they were spying on us.