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Note: Thank you all for the well-wishes! I'm sorry it took so long to update, getting back on a regular schedule was a lot harder than I thought it would be.
Flesh
Four
The blood was thrumming through Ciel's veins as he burst through the doors and out onto the campus' central quad. Adrenaline hammered through him, his very limbs, down to his fingertips, practically vibrated with pent up energy and unreleased tension, however his body felt light as a feather. His mind was a mess of emotions, all centering around raven black hair, solid pecs, and scarlet eyes. On the one hand, he felt sick at this want, this need that nipped at his heels, that begged him to turn back and to go listen to that velvet baritone and cover himself in that warmth.
On the other, however, he felt a swell of triumph, tasted the sweet tang of victory that could have only come from this confrontation. He did it! He finally did it! He finally stood up to his bully, his nightmare, his trigger. He couldn't imagine a better high than seeing the dejected look on that bastard's face before he walked away, feeling those ruddy eyes following every twist and swivel of his hips. This. This was what he had worked so hard for, the stares, the whispers, the penetrating eyes of those around him. Every skipped meal, every heavyhearted dismissal of his beloved sweets, this exact moment made all of it worth it, and he was dying to tell someone about it.
Finding himself a spot at one of the many picnic tables that dotted the quad, Ciel quickly pulled out his cell phone and dialed up Lizzy, confidant that she would be doing more than sitting at home in her pajamas, picking at a rice cake while watching her morning shows. Short of dance rehearsals and short, yet brutal, workouts, she rarely did much of anything throughout the day. Such was the life of a trust-fund baby.
"Hello?" Came her lilting voice on the other end of the phone.
"You aren't going to believe what just happened!"
"Ohh, I smell a story. Do tell, do tell!" And tell he did. Ciel dove right in, regaling every detail, down to the puppy dog look on Sebastian's face when the younger had declined his help. Lizzy listened quietly (a feat for her, Ciel was sure.)
"It was pitiful, really. I almost feel sorry for him..." the boy trailed off. Almost was the key word. He highly doubted he could feel half as sorry for Sebastian as he had felt for himself back then.
There was a pregnant pause on the other end of the line, and the young man had to wonder if the line had dropped before:
"Ahh, that just sounds so romantic!" Lizzy squealed, he high pitched voice stinging Ciel's ears as he held the phone away.
"What the hell? Lizzy, what sounds even remotely romantic about any of that?"
"He practically confessed his love for you! 'Ciel, my darling, please forgive me! The days I didn't have you by my side were the darkest days of my life'" She recited in a piss poor imitation of Sebastian. "And then you swooned, falling into his arms and he held you close! It's like a scene from a movie!"
"Yeah, I'm going to hang up before I puke."
"Alright, alright, I'm done."She giggled. "But still, it was really sweet of him to apologize."
"Yeah, well, an apology isn't good enough, I'm afraid."
"Well, I can't imagine what else you want him to do, Ciel. It takes a big person to admit they were wrong, maybe he really wants to try to start over..." He voice trailed off, and Ciel could only hum noncommittally, picking at the nonexistent lint on his pants. What else did he want Sebastian to do? Was forgiving him really not an option? And what if he did give him a chance, could he even bring himself to trust the older male again?
No, the little voice chided. You did it once and look what happened to you.
"Ciel? Are you there?"
"Yeah, I'm just thinking." he sighed. "Since when are you all 'pro-Sebastian' anyway? Weren't you just telling me he was a bully and to not let him get to me?"
"Well, yeah, but that was before he was stalking you to your classes and sweeping you off your feet in hallways."
"That is so not what happened!" Ciel huffed. He was getting exceedingly frustrated with this entire conversation. He wanted to remember Sebastian as the bad guy, the bully, the horrible little shit-stain he had been back in middle school, not the remorseful, sweet, gorgeous-
"Well, if you won't accept the apology, at least try to get some hate sex out of it."
"Elizabeth!"
"What? How long has it been since you've had a good poke?" She asked in all seriousness. "God knows you need it."
"That's vile!"
"Oh please, don't get all sanctimonious on me now! I'm pretty sure I've had to rush a few of your little boy toys out of my house before mum and dad got home, and the way you talk about him, he sounds like a good-looking bloke. I bet he's well-hung too. Go ahead, Ciel, treat yourself!"
"Okay, I'm seriously hanging up now!" The young man's face was burning crimson, the sound of his rushing blood filling his ears. His fingers practically tingled as he pressed the 'end' button, effectively silencing whatever Lizzy had been about to say. He didn't need to hear any more, his brain already swirling with the confusing thoughts of bedding someone he detested but whose attention he wanted most. He doubted he could even bring himself to do it. True, Sebastian had apologized, but, assuming it was even genuine, his feelings could have ended at mere remorse, nothing more. Furthermore, Sebastian wasn't just a 'good-looking bloke', he was stunning. He was in a fraternity, had an athletic build, eyes to die for, and an overall air of sexy that other men could only dream of obtaining. He could have anyone he wanted and Ciel highly doubted that he was on that list of potential bedmates.
And why not? Because you don't look like her? That nagging voice questioned, and it was at that moment a busty brunette strutted by, walking so close to Ciel that he could smell her expensive perfume, her little pointed nose held high in the air in ill-deserved haughtiness. He supposed she was beautiful; elegant cheekbones, full red lips, her thick black curls pulled away from her face by a scarlet flowered headband. Her voluptuous thighs shook beneath her too-tight miniskirt, and Ciel couldn't help but noticed how the flesh of one chaffed against the other as she walked. Her ample breasts quivered with each step, bouncing as she made he way to the building Ciel had exited before, and he wondered how that didn't become a nuisance. The force of their descent alone looked almost painful.
How did men find that even remotely attractive? How did she find herself attractive, with all the flesh on her body crawling and squirming with every step she took. How her thighs nearly bulged from beneath that poor denim skirt and how he could see her stomach trying to force its way over the waistband. Faint blue lines traced her bare skin, and he could make out the faint dimples of cellulite that marred her supposedly gorgeous skin. Gelatinous. Vile. Disgusting. Those were the only words Ciel could think of to describe her, as though his hand would sink into her skin if he grabbed her waist, and the mental image almost made his stomach turn. That was what Sebastian didn't want, he had made that much perfectly clear, and that gave Ciel new resolve. Perhaps the older male didn't want Ciel's body, but he could easily change that.
The light twinkling sound of his phone knocked Ciel out of his reverie, and he was already preparing his rant to Lizzy as he opened the new text message, but a number he didn't recognize flashed across the screen.
Hey, it's Alois. Srry abt Sebastian. Hes an ass. Cum by th house tnit and help me set up tht blog.
His spelling was awful, was it really so difficult to spell out words in their entirety? Typing back a quick response, that he'd be happy to, he only needed to wait a few seconds before his phone went off again.
Cool. 1517 Scarlet Fox Dr. ill be home aftr 4
That could have gone a lot better, Sebastian thought miserably. After Ciel had walked away from him, the older man merely floated throughout the day, wandering from class to class, too lost in the recesses of his own thoughts to focus on the monotonous drone of elderly professors or the cacophonous chatter of classmates.
Throughout the day, he had tried to convince himself that Ciel was just being unreasonable; that the incident had happened so long ago and couldn't have possibly had the impact on the younger boy that he had claimed (after all, it was just a little prank). But the more he had thought about the pain in that rounded face, the hatred in those eyes, and, most shockingly, how small and...frail Ciel had looked for the fleeting moment he held him in his arms, Sebastian's mind began to haunt him with the idea that there was something, something much bigger, much darker lurking beneath the milky white surface that was Ciel Phantomhive, and as much as the logical side of the man pleaded for him to let it go, to brush it off with little more than a shrug, Sebastian felt himself drawn in even deeper.
"You just couldn't listen to me, huh?" Alois chided, shaking his head as he sat across from Sebastian in the common room of the house. The blond had only gotten home moments ago, and the first thing he had done when he saw the older male sulking on their second-hand sofa was tear into him on just how badly he had fucked up their fool-proof plan.
"Piss off, Alois." Sebastian replied, not looking up from the tasteless sitcom that was playing on the television. His eyes were focused on the screen, but his mind was miles away, lost in the mess that he had made only mere hours ago, and the few ways he could think of on how to fix it, all of them meaningless if he couldn't even bring Ciel to talk to him.
"So what happened? Did he deck you? Because that's what he should have done." the impish blond shrugged, his passive-aggressive tone grating on Sebastian's last nerve. But what would bitching at Alois do, but start yet another fight, and possibly even get Claude pissed at him, and he just wasn't feeling up for any of it today. So he chose to ignore the taunting comments in favor of staring blankly at the television and lazing on the sofa.
However, never having been one for being ignored, Alois continued, hoping to gain some sort of reaction from the raven-haired man. For all his annoying habits (especially his lack of apparent listening skills), Sebastian was a friend of sorts, and Alois couldn't stand to see his friends hurting, not when there was something, anything he could do about it. In the short time Alois had known him, he had never seen Sebastian quite so...sad. He always seemed to carry with him this air of confidence, of arrogance that no man could touch with a ten foot pole, and it was nothing less than a shock to the blond's system to see the tall man laying there, bereft of that playful smirk, looking positively broken inside.
"Well, anyway, he's coming over any minute, so can you please be a bum somewhere else?" If he hadn't looked so pathetic, Alois would have laughed at the way Sebastian's head popped up, eyes wide a frantic.
"What did you just say?"
"I said he's coming over and I doubt he would appreciate you lying there like a goddamn lump. Go find Claude or something." Alois turned to move up the stairs, but stopped at the last moment before turning back to Sebastian. "Seriously, don't do anything stupid. I told you I would help and I will, but I need you to let me, okay?" Without waiting for a response, Alois turned and made his way upstairs to the room he shared with Claude.
Sebastian stared wide-eyed at the blond as he walked away, not sure how he wanted to respond to the news. Of course, he felt elated, he could practically jump for joy at the idea that he could get another shot to correct his folly, but a wave of nervous anxiety quickly gripped him. What if this turned out to be another disaster? What if Ciel's rebuttal of his advances was even colder, more harsh? Should he even try to talk to him again?
I have to. I can't give up now, he resolved, ignoring the sweat beading in his palms. He would get through to Ciel, come hell or high water.
Ciel arrived at 1517 Scarlet Fox Drive shortly after 5 o'clock. The frat house seemed as old as the campus itself; a large two-story Victorian of faded brick, standing tall behind a large wrap-around porch. Creeping ivy seemed to endlessly crawl up the rickety wooden trellises that stood at the houses side, the lush green warping and weaving its way to the front of the house and beneath the windows, seeming to engulf the house in its leaves.
He stepped on to the front porch, kicking away the many beer cans that littered its surface. It had party house written all over it, down to the beer pong table sitting idle in the corner, red plastic cups and puddles of mysterious liquid (booze) scattered across its surface. Ciel couldn't help but wonder exactly how many boys shared this home, or how many people came from all over campus to indulge in alcohol, sex, and God knows what else.
He took a deep breath, trying to gather his nerves before lifting a small hand and knocking on the heavy mahogany door. He couldn't put into words how much it took for him to come here, to the doorstep of his nightmare, and, for once, running had failed him. It did nothing to quell the anxiety that raged within him, nor did it silence any of the questions that were running through his mind. Would he be strong enough rebuff Sebastian again, when all he wanted to do was get close to him? He wanted the older man's attention, to bask in it, to feel warmth and love radiate off him, but he still had his pride dammit. He wanted to prove that it would take a lot ore than a few sweet words and big (sexy, gorgeous, he could drown in them) doe eyes to win him over, and, if Sebastian were truly sorry, he had better be prepared to do them all.
The door swung open, and Ciel heaved a sigh of relief as Alois' shock of blond hair appeared in the doorway before he was quickly grabbed and pulled inside.
"You made it!" Alois cheered, "Did you find the place okay?"
"Yeah, it was fine." As fine as a 15 minute let-down of a run could be, but he would manage, he supposed. Alois slammed the door behind him before pulling him up the stairs, moving so quickly that Ciel didn't have a chance to get a good look at the downstairs. He just barely made out a beaten up old sofa and an expensive television set. The halls were bare, but he supposed that was a lot better than being overrun by empty beer cans and red cups.
"We can just hang out in here." the blond chirped, his excitement calming Ciel's nerves as he pulled him into, what he assumed, was his bedroom. The floor was covered in clothes, their bright colors and small sizes leaving Ciel to believe they all belonged to Alois, and the blond had to clear a few more of those damn plastic cups away from the desk where the computer rested. "If you want anything to drink, just ask. We have plenty."
"I don't doubt it..."
"Okay, so how do I do this?" the blond asked, practically bouncing in his chair with excitement. Ciel felt himself relax as he slowly fell into his element. Through nearly an hour of pointing a clicking, he felt as though he were building a sort of kinship with Alois, a bond he hadn't had with anyone since he had moved out of Lizzy's and into his father's home. This was comfortable, this was safe, this was precisely where he wanted to be.
Alois' blog had been simple to set up; an electric blue theme, a small blurb about himself and his goals (and his Claude, of course.). All that was left was to post a few pictures.
"No. Nope, absolutely not." The blond chanted, shaking his head back and forth.
"Come on, Alois, how can people see your progress if they can't see where you started?" Ciel tried to reason. He remember that pain, that fear, but when he had done it, he had been the size of at least three of Alois. If I could do it, so can he.
"Ciel, no, no pictures. I don't look like you, I don't look like...those girls." Alois whined as he waved a hand to the computer monitor.
"No, not yet, but those girls and I want to help you, and they can't if they don't see what they're working with."
Alois was waging an internal war with himself. He had read those blog posts, how those girls beat down on themselves for every inch of fat that stuck to their bones. Anything less than a wide thigh gap, than perfect collarbones, everything that Alois lacked was unacceptable, and he didn't think he could bear for them to point it out to him. However, Ciel did have a point. He thought back to the girl on the beach, how he felt when he saw her photo. He had been inspired by her, by her beauty, by her dedication, and he wanted to be that for someone else, he wanted to be someone's Girl On The Beach. All he had to do was take one little picture.
"Okay, I'll make you a deal." The blond responded after a pregnant pause. "We have a few drinks, and after that, we'll take my picture."
"Ugh, what the fuck is this?" Sebastian heard the lilting voice from the stairway as came down from his bedroom. He had taken Alois' advice and made himself scarce, holing up in his room and idling away his time on his computer before his stomach finally got the better of him. Sebastian tried to calm himself down as he heard the voice that had been haunting him all day, but his heartbeat refused to slow down and he couldn't seem to do a thing about the sweat beading in his palms. Steeling his nerves and drawing a a slow, deep breath, Sebastian willed his body t descend the last few stairs and enter the kitchen, where Alois was cackling away at the disgusted look on Ciel's face. He looked just as beautiful as he did the day the blond had dragged him over to their table in the crowded cafeteria, his long, thin legs bared in tiny denim shorts and his big blue eyes shining with laughter, despite the distasteful look marring his elegant features. His skin was pale, so pale, but looked so soft, almost silken, and Sebastian's hands itched to run along that flesh, to see if he was nearly as pleasing to the touch as he was to the eye.
"Oh, come on, it's not that bad!" Alois laughed as he sipped his own drink. "Sebastian thinks my mixed drinks are good, right, Sebastian?" The older male felt his heart skip a beat as two pairs of blue eyes locked on him. Ciel's rounded cheeks flushed a pretty pink as their eyes met, and he attempted to hide his face in the red plastic cup, enduring the syrupy sweet concoction if it meant he didn't have to focus on Sebastian's intense stare.
The older male, however, was thankful for the distraction. He could stop and stare at Ciel's fae-like beauty all day, but now wasn't the time, not when the atmosphere was so tense, and their ties so strained. The last thing he wanted to do was scare him away again.
"Oh, you mean that sweet shit? No thanks, I'll take a real man's drink." He replied, casually brushing past the two and reaching into the cabinet where their extensive collection of liquor, both top shelf and bargain brand, were kept. He tried to ignore the feeling of those eyes boring into him, watching his every move as he pulled out the short clear bottle of his drink of choice. It was too strong for a school night, but he needed all of the courage he could get to make it through the rest of Ciel's stay, and he was convinced that there was nothing that provided more courage than the bottle of Patron he was currently uncorking an pouring into his own cup.
"Yeah, fuck all that, that shit make me puke." Alois replied, his ski-jump nose turned up at the strong smelling liquid.
"Yeah, because you're used to pansy drinks." Sebastian smirked as he downed the first shot, grimacing and shaking his head as the tequila burned a trail of fire down his throat. The first shot was always the worst. He held the bottle up to Ciel. "You want a shot?"
Ciel knew better, he had never handled tequila well (his sluttiest moments occurred when tequila had made an appearance.) But something in Sebastian's smirking face struck a nerve in him. Perhaps it was residual anger from their earlier encounter, but the idea of seeming weak in any way to the older man was unappealing, enough so to make his stomach turn. With a defiant look in his eye, he snatched the bottle away from Sebastian and poured himself a generous amount, trying to ignore the burn in his nose from the liquor's strong scent. He took a deep breath, gathering his nerve before he tossed the cup back, gulping down a mouthful of liquid fire. Alois and Sebastian both cheered him, and he found his annoyance only grew.
"I didn't think you'd actually do it." Sebastian laughed, pouring two more shots into their cups. Ciel scoffed.
"Please, you act like I'm some kind of lightweight." he replied, taking his cup back. The older male merely smirked once more and raised his cup, and the two downed their shots together.
The unfortunate thing about Ciel's slight stature was his ability to hold alcohol. Three more shots and two more of Alois' excessively sweet cocktail had Ciel struggling to maintain his composure, leaning on anything and everything that could hold his weight. He tried to berate himself for letting this happen, for letting himself get so drunk, but he couldn't help but revel in the warm, weightless feeling the alcohol had caused, not to mention the way it had loosened his tongue.
He was currently sitting on the cold linoleum floor of the house's kitchen (with its pretty bright white and cute little flowers and-)laughed merrily at Alois and Claude, who had joined their antics shortly after his second shot of tequila (Was it tequila? It had all started tasting like water to him.) The blond was busy fending off sloppy kisses from his usually stoic lover as he cackled wildly.
"No! Stop!" He cried, even though a bright smile stretched across his face, and from his place on the floor, Ciel laughed right along with them.
"Are you alright?" A voice filled with laughter, rich and decadent, sent a delicious shiver down his spine, and he turned to face warm terracotta eyes and a gentle smile. Sebastian loomed over him, large hand reaching out to him in welcome from his place in one of the old wooden chairs around the dining table. "You don't want to sit down there, we haven't mopped in weeks."
Ciel allowed himself to be pulled up and into the elder's lap, a small, almost nonexistent voice screaming at him to stop, that he shouldn't let this happen, but it was quickly silenced by the warmth that seeped through Sebastian's clothing.
"Are you going to run away again?" the elder asked, and Ciel's breath quickened as he felt those soft lips gently brush against the shell of his ear. He turned his face toward Sebastian's, the tips of their noses brushing against one another in a gentle Eskimo kiss. Something in him screamed to run, to just go home and go to bed and sleep off the inevitable hangover he would face tomorrow, but he couldn't turn away, not with the way Sebastian's breath ghosted across his lips. His face burned as he watched with hooded eyes as the older male slowly eased closer, those full lips nearly brushing his own. "Please don't run away again..."
Sebastian knew he was practically begging, but his mind was going haywire, close to short circuiting from the heat and closeness of the wraith-like body in his arms. He didn't know what else he wanted to say, what possible words could rectify, not only the events of the day, but the past eight years. All he knew was that he wanted to feel Ciel's plump lips against his own, his body writing against his, that musical voice calling out to him and him alone. The image alone was enough to send Sebastian surging forward, taking those berry red lips between his own in a heated, passionate kiss. Ciel moaned lightly, the sound shooting through Sebastian like lightning, and he swept his tongue along the seam of the younger male's lips, silently begging for entrance.
Ciel accepted him willingly, opening his mouth to welcome Sebastian, their tongues dancing against one another. Small hands reached up and held fast to raven black locks, as he felt large hands trail burning pathways up his thighs and under his shirt. Amidst the lustful haze, a spark of pride shot through Ciel as Sebastian's hands caressed his sides. He wasn't stupid, he knew Sebastian had noticed the change between then and now, how good his body felt against his palms, how everything was tight, taught, damn near perfect.
All too soon, Sebastian was pulling away, his breath coming out in heavy pants as he eased Ciel from his lap. He didn't speak, instead taking the smaller hand into his and pulling him toward the stairway.
"Where are we going?" Ciel asked, his voice timid.
"C'mon, I want to talk to you alone." Sebastian replied as he pulled the younger male along, past the room where he and Alois had hung out and down the darkened hallway. Again, Ciel wasn't stupid. Many times men had wanted to be alone with him, and every time he faced the occasion with proud indifference, wanting little more than to get in, get off, and get them the hell out of his room. Sebastian was different, however. With him, he was anxious, practically itching to slowly remove each and every article of clothing from his body under that heated crimson stare, to show the other what he had missed out on for so many years, to bask in that white hot feeling as his body was stroked and caressed by those hands all over again, inside and out.
The door closed with a soft click before Sebastian was all over him, attaching his lips to the other's and pulling gently at the loose fitting shirt that adorned Ciel's upper body before pulling it off completely. He paused only momentarily to admire the milky white skin that seemed to glow, flawless, under the moonlight that poured into Sebastian's bedroom. The older male could no longer resist, he ran his palms from Ciel's trim waist, following its slight curve up to his small chest, where he paused to toy with rosebud nipples. The younger male gasped as delighted shivers wracked his body, and the heat of arousal quickly pooled in his crotch. Ciel needed more, more of Sebastian's touch.
Growing impatient, Ciel pulled his mouth away as he began to tug on Sebastian's own clothing, desperate to see that hard, toned body in all its glory, to feel it pressed against his own. As he worked, the older male moved his lips downward, latching onto the sensitive flesh of Ciel's neck and devouring the hot flesh, only pausing to let Ciel pull his shirt over his head before he got right back to it. This boy was addictive, he had determined, and he wouldn't let him go, not this time, not until he had sated his hunger for him. He groaned low in his throat as he felt small hands exploring his chest, running dull nails along well built muscle. Sebastian moved his mouth lower, dragging his tongue along one pert, pink bud.
Ciel was slowly melting into a whimpering mess as Sebastian toyed with him. His legs trembled beneath him, threatening to give out under the elder's lustful onslaught. His mind was so far gone, so hazed in intoxicated arousal, that it barely registered to him when his back hit the soft surface of the bed until he felt eager hands pulling at his shorts. He lifted his slight hips and his body shivered as the chilled air hit his exposed lower body.
Sebastian lowered his mouth to the heated flesh, peppering light, opened-mouth kisses along the silken skin of Ciel's chest and stomach.
"You're so beautiful..." he whispered as he worshiped the body beneath him. He could spend hours, days, a lifetime just like this, showering kisses and gentle nips along the expanse of Ciel's chest and stomach, trying his damnedest to convey every feeling to the him that he simply couldn't put into words; his apologies, his want, his obsession with the young man beneath him. "God, you're so fucking beautiful."
Ciel's head swam with the soft words Sebastian was whispering into his skin. Something, a feeling he couldn't even begin to describe, thundered through him, wrapping him in a feeling of warmth, of comfort, of sheer bliss. He had few qualms with his body, he had worked hard and it showed, and he was proud of every bead of sweat and every skipped meal and every pang of hunger he had ever felt. However, under the onslaught of Sebastian's praise, he had actual felt beautiful for the first time. He felt cherished for the first time, and he would give anything to continue basking in this miraculous feeling. His flesh burned as the elder kisses and nipped his way between sharp hipbones, it was bliss, perfection, but it wasn't enough.
"Sebastian..."He sighed, "Please...more..." He needed to feel more, to quell the fire that raged in groin. His back arched from the mattress as Sebastian grabbed his heated erection and slowly pumped. He placed gentle kisses around the base before he slowly moved up to lap at the precum beading at the head.
"Perfect..."Sebastian sighed as he savored the sharp taste of Ciel on his tongue. Everything about this boy was perfect, from his looks, to that fiery temper, to the very taste of him. Sebastian wanted it all for his own. Ciel cried out as Sebastian pushed more of his turgid cock into his mouth, down to the base before swallowing deep. Every moan, every cry, every whimper Ciel let pass those cherry lips sent a surge to Sebastian's own neglected sex, and he reached down to palm at his own pulsing erection, hoping to relieve the pressure that was steadily building. What he would give to bury himself deep into that impossibly hot body, but first-
"Fuck! Oh, God, yes!" the younger male cried as he writhed on the mattress, his small hands gripping the bedsheets in a feeble attempt to anchor himself. He felt something wonderful slowly building at the base of his cock, and he began to rock his hips toward Sebastian's face, shoving his manhood deeper into that wet, hot cavern. The older man obliged happily, forcing the head to the back of his throat. A large hand trailed down to his sac, caressing the orbs and squeezing gently as his tongue lapped at the bulbous head. "Se-Sebastian...I'm-"
Ciel's thighs quivered as his body reached its peak. Blue eyes rolled back as he felt himself begin to drown in the indescribable pleasure of his orgasm. Sebastian groaned around his spouting cock, quickly swallowing every drop Ciel had to offer.
Ciel felt perfectly weightless, swimming in the afterglow of his orgasm, and he barely registered Sebastian releasing his spent member and leaning over him to pepper gentle kisses along his jaw.
The elder man found himself completely spellbound by him, his pure alabaster skin shimmering in the moonlight, cheeks flushed a lovely rose, eyes glazed over as he tried to pull himself back from the throws of ecstasy. Sebastian's chest tightened as he basked in Ciel's beauty, his perfection.
"Ciel..."he whispered, pulling the smaller body close to his own. The smaller boy only pulled him closer, arching his hips up into Sebastian's awaiting erection.
"Sebastian, please...give me more." He whimpered, pressing sweet kisses to Sebastian's lips. Sebastian's blood pounded through his veins and straight down to his already straining cock. A small voice in the back of his mind told him to stop, that this was enough, that they were both too drunk and too horny for this to end any way other than disaster. But he couldn't bring himself to care, not when Ciel was running those hands against his body and cooing in his ear how much he needed him, wanted him. His head was a swimming mess, and the only thing that surfaced was his carnal desire for the body beneath him.
Sebastian reached into the bedside table and pulled out the small bottle of lube he had stashed away there. He liberally coated his turgid cock with the sweet smelling oil, hissing at the touch of hand to his own hot flesh.
Ciel stared with rapt fascination as Sebastian prepared himself, and he felt his own cock twitch in interest. The older male was perfect, from his elegant face to his chiseled chest, down the the massive organ pulsing between his thighs. He craved every inch of him, was desperate to run his tongue along that perfect chest and swallow down that hard, throbbing-
"Ahh, fuck!" Ciel cried out as Sebastian slowly eased his cock into that tight, hot sheath. Heaven, that was the only word he could use to describe it. His body was on fire, a glorious burn shot through him as his body was breached, his muscles shifting and clenching to accommodate the massive rod. Sebastian slowly eased in to the hilt, only stopping when his hips were pressed firmly against Ciel's pert behind. He was going wild, his mind cursing him for his control. All he wanted to do was pound into that intoxicating warmth, but he held fast to his last shred of patience, waiting for Ciel to give him permission to move.
"Please...move!" the smaller male whimpered, shifting his hips to try to pull that turgid cock deeper into his body. Sebastian obliged happily, pulling out of Ciel's clenching hole until only the head remained, before surging forward. Ciel tossed his head back, crying out as the other's sex seemed to drag across every muscle in his ass.
Sebastian let out a rough groan as he tried to keep his body in check, but before long his pace increased, Ciel's cries increasing in volume as his body was plundered by Sebastian's cock.
"Shit...Ciel! So fucking tight." He bit out between clenched teeth. The younger male's body seemed to pull him in and gripped him tight, milking his body with every thrust. "You're perfect...so perfect!"
He could feel his orgasm barreling toward him, his vision edging in white as his whole body felt as though it were falling. The way Ciel's body gripped him, sucking him in with each thrust, it was too much to bear, and he suddenly found himself shooting his seed deep into that hot sheath.
Ciel's body shook as he felt Sebastian coat his insides, his gentle words swimming around his mind. Perfect. Sebastian thought he was perfect. The older male pulled out of him and laid down at his side before pulling him in close. They didn't speak, they didn't need to. Everything that needed to be said came through loud and clear in their coupling.
The exhaustion and the alcohol were finally taking their toll on Ciel's body, and, though he wanted to stay awake and bask in this afterglow, in Sebastian's warm embrace, his mind slowly began to shut down, and he was lulled into a deep slumber; the elder's words still ringing in his head.
Perfect.
A/N: This is the longest chapter I've ever written in my history of writing, including my old account. Go me! Sorry for the lemon, I feel like it was a little disappointing.