Later that day, Ciel was enjoying his afternoon tea when a wave of dread washed over him. He realized that by denying Sebastian sex, he was denying himself sex as well. He was now frozen in place, his tea inches away from his mouth. He stayed that way for awhile until he eventually took a sip of the tea, and slammed it back down on the table, splashing it a bit. He ruffled his hair with his free hand, moaning in frustration.
"God damn it," Ciel growled. He was getting more and more annoyed about how often his thoughts were of nothing but that stupid demon.
Sebastian entered the room, bringing Ciel his biscuits and cream that he had ordered. He proceeded to tell Ciel the schedule for the rest of the day. "He keeps talking," Ciel thought, getting annoyed just hearing his butler speak. "Just be quiet already," Ciel thought. He could care less about what the plans for today were. He just wanted him to shut up already. "Quiet!" Ciel yelled, tossing his tea cup at Sebastian, who caught it without flinching. "Young Master, this cup was a Christmas gift from your Great Aunt-" Sebastian began. "Quiet! Just leave! That's an order!" Ciel yelled. Sebastian's calm smile disappeared and he bowed and left the room. Ciel's chest rose up and down in anger.
"God damn it…"