Ciel emerged from his office, walking down the hall to the drawing room where he'd be taught Latin. He was a few minutes early, but that was okay. He needed to look a few things up in his book before they began.

When Ciel heard the door open, he snapped the translation book shut, sat in his chair, and brought his finger absently to his mouth, nibbling on it.

Sebastian walked in, more disheveled than earlier, a look of determination on his face.

"Master, today we will learn business terms." Sebastian stated, resolve barely managing to keep. He would not even look Ciel's way.

((Alright))"conspectus." The boy whispered, hissing his s, making Sebastian's eyes flit toward him for less than a second.

((Because you are quite fluent, we will learn terms you are not yet aware of.))"quia tu estis fluentes, velimus discere convenit estis non tamen conscius."

((okay))"sic." Ciel agreed.

((repeat after me)) "repetere post mei."

"Sic."

The lesson dragged on less eventfully than Ciel had hoped, but he had only violin before dance, and violin only last a half hour while dance was an hour and half. The madams had visited Spain and went on a Latin streak, so Ciel knew there would be Latin dances with their entire hip rolling, fast stepping glory. He was just happy the madams wouldn't have to teach him that, it only made it better that Sebastian would.

By the time they reached the next lesson, Sebastian wouldn't even make eye contact with Ciel. It made sense, of course, but Ciel wasn't having it. The boy stood from his chair and stretched, arching his back and moaning. Sebastian looked over at him, and let out an unsteady breath. He knew he couldn't comment on how Lascivious Ciel was being, and he really didn't want to, he liked the view, even though it driving mad.

"Botchan, violin will begin in twenty minutes. Please be here again, for now you may rest." Sebastian said. He's managed to keep himself calm through the lesson, and though he was aroused, he kept his libido in check. It was not easy with Ciel hissing Latin terms at him, terms he knew the mistresses would not have taught him. He'd had to look them up on his own, his pronunciation impeccable, and Latin being the demon's first language, it was even worse. but he was fine for now. He wouldn't need to escape to his quarters again. Hopefully.

Ciel went and wandered the halls of his mansion, thinking of all the things he'd done to Sebastian so far, and all the things he would do later.

In twenty minutes, Ciel entered the drawing room again. He had no plans in mind, he would only let this play out.

"Young master, today we will learn a song by Thao Nguyen Xanh." Sebastian said, entering the room.

"It is called 'Sad romance'" He said.

"Alright." Ciel said, going to retrieve the violin from the corner. He could feel Sebastian's gaze on him. The boy smirked and bent over to unlatch the straps on the violin's stand, slightly waving his backside.

Sebastian bit his lip. It was a game, and it was not spoken of. Instead of the tempter, for once, Sebastian was playing the tempted. But he didn't act. If he did, then he lost, and he was not a good loser. So he watched, dying a little inside when he felt his member grow again. He closed his eyes and thought of other things, but all that entered was Ciel. His sweet moments, and his regal ones, all adding to his erection growing. He opened his eyes again and looked away as Ciel came back with the violin and bow. He was so sick of sitting still, and they were only a few hours into the day. What if he did this every day? No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Sebastian couldn't handle this every day.

Sebastian walked over and adjusted the bow beneath Ciel's chin. Ciel whimpered quietly when the instrument rubbed against his exposed nipple. He squirmed and Sebastian gasped and bit his lip as he felt the little body rub against his member. It took all of his will not to thrust forward. No. He definitely couldn't take this every day. He didn't move until the boy's body had stilled.

"I've gone over this a few times, but I still need help placing the notes in time with song." Ciel said, knowing well Sebastian would have to put his fingers on the strings, and his hand on the bow to show him the correct speed. As Sebastian perfected Ciel's motions, the boy had other plans in mind. Softly he pressed his backside against Sebastian's length. The demon froze. He let out a breath and continued to try to help Ciel with the bow, but the boy pressed more deliberately, rubbing slowly up and down. The demon growled directly in Ciel's ear, making him shiver and grind deliberately.

"Ciel." Sebastian breathed into the boy's ear, and the boy stopped abruptly.

"I think I have it now." He smirked and played the sober tune impeccably.

"Very good, C-... Young master." Sebastian returned to his typical tone.

The boy smiled and finished the song.

"I believe the lesson is finished now." Sebastian said. "If you'll excuse me."

So much for not going to his quarters.

The boy sat in his office, lighting a match and raising it to the cigarette on his lips.

Breathing in the smoke, he realized he was tired of the cutesy seduction. It was time to bring out everything he had.

He took a long drag of his cigarette and wondered how this day would end. He had a few toys he wanted to put into use. As of now, he was headed to the ball room, now minding where he flicked the ashes of his smoke.

"Are you prepared for your lesson, young master?" Sebastian said. His hair was more disheveled than it had been earlier, his stopwatch hanging loosely from his pocket. To anyone's standard, he was the utmost example of what a butler should be. Ciel was not just anyone, however, and smiled as he flicked some ashes to the ground by his feet.

"It seems you've been enjoying your free time." The boy said, staring the demon down. The irony in the gesture was palpable.

"As a matter of fact, I have." The butler hissed in returned. Taking interest, Ciel pushed himself off the wall where he was leaning and walked up to the butler, his barely-there shorts riding low on his hips.

"I was being facetious, but if you find it appropriate, please, feel free to go into detail." The earl said, taking a drag halfway through his statement and blowing the smoke directly into the butlers face, who breathed it eagerly into his lungs, and did not release that breathe until a few moments later when he whispered in the boy's ear.

"Shall we begin the lesson?"

Ciel saw the perfect opportunity, and took it, the burning tip of his cigarette digging a wound into his demon's skin. Said demon let out a drawn out groan that turned into a whine, and from there, ended in a whimper. Ciel couldn't suppress the shiver that racked his small frame.

"We shall." The boy answered in an innocent voice that was sharply contrasted by the wicked lick he gave to the shell of Sebastian's ear.