Ciel averted his gaze. Here was the moment that he had waited for. Sebastian eyed him curiously, putting a hand against the younger's back and pushing him gently forward. He raised his left hand, taking hold of his glove with his teeth and slipping it off, still watching Ciel's reactions. He didn't want to push the boy too far. His master watched him silently, biting the inside of his lip. Sebastian cupped Ciel's face, stroking along his jawline with his thumb.

Ciel flinched slightly, clamping his eyes shut.

'I'm not afraid...' he thought.

Then what was this feeling? Something gnawed at him, something he wasn't used to. Was this love?

No.

Curiosity.

It enveloped him, this driving desire to do something forbidden.

'No one proper would allow this.'

A voice protested.

'I don't care.'

Ciel's thoughts answered back.

'I am my own person, with my own choices. I choose what is for me, whether it be good or bad.'

Sebastian pressed his lips against his masters, fingers brushing against his hair. Ciel leaned against his butler, deepening the kiss, conforming the shape to perfectly align with the others.

He could faintly feel Sebastian's warm hands slide down his sides, then pause.

He stood up, taking a step back, leaving Ciel red faced and starting back a him in confusion.

"This...isn't correct. If anyone were to find out, it would be devastating to Bo-chan's standing."

Ciel gaped at him. Of all things, to bring something like that up?

"I...suppose...so..." he muttered, looking down. "I see...I see...It would be unfortunate if someone found out..."

'No. I will not let something such as this to get in my way.'

Ciel's disappointment turned to anger. He clenched his fists and glared at Sebastian.

"Does this mean you will deny me my want for you so that society does not reject my existance...?"

"Bo-chan..."

Ciel raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms, tensing them. Sebastian sighed. 'He's sometimes like a stubborn child..." he thought.

"No...I suppose I shan't." He replied.

"I hoped...you wouldn't..." Ciel shook slightly.

Sebastian looked at him and took a step forward.

"Bo-chan..." He placed his hand against Ciel's cheek gently.

Ciel closed his eyes, feeling the warmth in Sebastian's palm, and grabbed his sleeves.

"You scared me...for a moment..."

"I wouldn't dare oppose Bo-chan's wishes..." Sebastian replied, tipping his master's chin up and kissing him.

Ciel tightened his grip and looked up at his butler.

"However...its selfish of me...isn't it? You must listen to my wishes and demands, but pick which is better for me, whilst keeping my wishes in mind."

"It is not."

Ciel stared at him. "It is..."

Sebastian gave a small smile. "Bo-chan's demands and wishes will always be possible..."

"Always?"

Sebastian nodded. "As long as there is desire for them."

"Alright..." Ciel smiled faintly.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around the boy, smiling.

Ciel blushed, fidgeting a bit.

What was he to do?

He watched as Sebastian wrapped his arms around him, and blushed lightly.

"What shall we do?"

"Hm~" Sebastian mused. "I wonder..."

Ciel kissed his chest and fidgeted more.

Was he to do this?

Sebatian played with Ciel's buttons, glancing at him.

Ciel nodded slightly, and Sebastian smiled slightly, kissing his ear, and began to unbutton his shirt.

Ciel blushed and closed his eyes, tugging on Sebastian's tailcoat gently.

His butler tilted his head slightly and kissed under his master's chin, sliding his shirt off.

Ciel blushed and fumbled with Sebastian's jacket buttons, shivering slightly. Sebastian slipped it off and kissed his cheek, then brushed his lips over his jaw.

Ciel shuddered. Sebastian's touch was amazing and soft, like a brush from a feather.

His butler then kissed along Ciel's shoulder, causing him to shiver more, blushing an even darker red.

Sebastian slid his hands down Ciel's legs, causing him to shudder and tilt his head back, and Sebastian then kissed his chest.

"N...nh..." Ciel bit his lip.

Sebastian then kissed down his stomach. Every kiss felt like fire, coursing all over his skin, and seeping into his every pore.

How did he not ask for this earlier?