Ciel's stomach growled for the third time in the last hour. There he was, starving in his office and Sebastian refused to bring him a snack for fear that he would spoil his appetite for dinner; so much for making him a better worker.
The boy stood from his chair and exited the room, quietly closing the wooden doors behind him. His mind darted back to that day before, when Sebastian had taken him. He didn't want to seem clingy towards Sebastian, but that time had felt so good; Ciel wanted more.
The young Phantomhive found himself making his way down to the kitchen and mentally forcing his stomach not to make any noise. Maybe he could snag a few cookies or get Bard, the manor's 'chef' to give him some edible food. The thought of the young man in the kitchen reminded Ciel of why he did what he did with Sebastian. He was trying to make his workers relax so that they could work better at their jobs. Was this his chance to give his household's cook the release he had given Sebastian?
Ciel slowly opened the door to the kitchen and saw Bard sitting on a stool in a corner and smoking a cigarette. God, Ciel hated those things. They smelt disgusting and the overall idea of breathing smoke into your lungs was especially sickening to the boy whose parents probably died inhaling smoke.
Bard looked up at the intruder and saw Ciel standing in the doorway. He quietly stood up and bowed, putting his cigarette out then going around the kitchen and stirring various pots, pretending that he was working even though Sebastian would have his head if he ruined the earl's dinner.
"Hey you!" Ciel called out to the cook, trying to catch his attention.
Bard almost dropped the ladle he was using to stir the pot with. His master had never addressed him like that. Well, now that he thought about it, Ciel had never really addressed him at all. Bard looked up from the pot to Ciel. The boy was clutching his stomach and a look of annoyance was evident on his face.
"Give me something to eat." Ciel ordered.
Again, Bard was astounded. For perhaps the first time ever, he was actually being asked to cook something by Ciel for Ciel. It took him a few seconds to awkwardly respond. "Err…okay. What would you like to eat?"
Ciel looked around the kitchen and spotted a fruit bowl. He pointed to a perfectly ripe banana protruding from the bowl. "I want that." He said. Normally, Ciel wouldn't sound so bratty, but he was desperate.
Bard plucked the banana from the bowl and handed it to Ciel. He watched as the boy quickly unpeeled the fruit and devoured it.
Ciel stretched his hand open. "Another," he demanded, and Bard handed him another banana. This time, Ciel ate the fruit slowly, savouring the flavour. He would lick the fruit before taking a bite out of it. Ciel noticed that Bard would shift uncomfortably whenever he did this and the chef finally went back to his stool and sat down, crossing his legs impatiently. Ciel had a good idea about why Bard did this. He blushed and quickly finished the banana.
Bard seemed to notice the reddening of Ciel's face. "Are you okay?" he asked, standing up.
Ciel nodded then froze. This could be a chance. He and Bard were alone together and Bard was aroused. It was almost too perfect. Ciel shook his head and shivered.
"Are you cold?" Bard asked, stepping closer.
Ciel didn't say anything. Instead, he also stepped closer to the chef and snuggled into his arms. He felt Bard tense up and awkwardly pat him on the back. Ciel smiled to himself and lightly pushed Bard back onto his stool. He climbed onto the chef's lap and wrapped his legs around his waist, hugging the blonde tightly.
By now, Bard didn't even care about the abnormal way that his master was acting. He shifted Ciel so that the boy kneeled on his lap and tilted his own head up to kiss the boy's lips.
Ciel kissed back with force. His hand trailed down Bard's chest and ghosted his hand over the rock-hard bulge in his chef's pants, and smiling when he received a moan from the older man as a response.
Bard's hands slid Ciel's jacket off then ran his hands down his master's back and thighs. He pushed the boy's shoes off and gently traced his fingers over the soles of Ciel's feet.
The young Phantomhive broke the kiss and moaned quietly, curling his toes and clutching a fistful of fabric on Bard's shirt. He flexed his feet then curled his toes again, before tearing his socks from his feet and pulling Bard in for another kiss.
This made his cook curious about Ciel's body. He had never seen Ciel act in any way close to being childish (except for the boy's immense sweet tooth), so could his master possibly be ticklish in other places as well? Bard softly ran his fingers along Ciel's feet one more time, and then gently massaged his way up the boy's legs. He untucked Ciel's shirt then started unbuttoning it from the top.
Ciel quickly grabbed Bard's hands, stopping the blonde from going further. He was scared of showing his branding scar to anyone other than Sebastian, and definitely didn't want Bard to ask him about the origins of his burn mark.
Bard seemed to understand the look of panic in Ciel's eyes. He gently smiled and kissed the boy's forehead and then his collarbone. The blonde gently began massaging the place where his master's hip bones slightly protruded, then slowly removed Ciel's shorts.
Ciel didn't even realise that he was holding his breath until he exhaled. He moaned when Bard went back to massaging his hips. The boy rested his head on his cook's shoulder and shivered. He could feel his on erection beginning to appear, which made him eager to speed up the process.
The blonde rubbed Ciel's hard on through his underwear before removing the garment. He quickly pumped Ciel's erection then lifted the boy higher. Bard looked around the room and spotted a dish of olive oil placed conveniently on the kitchen bench within arm's reach. He generously coated three fingers in the golden liquid and gently prodded at Ciel's anus.
The young earl's face went red as the first two fingers made their way in easily. It was true that he probably would have been tighter if it weren't for Sebastian, and the mere thought of what had occurred that day made Ciel even harder.
"Oh, so you like this?" Bard teased, breaking Ciel out of his daze and finally slipping the third finger in.
Ciel smiled. He wondered what his chef would think if it wasn't his technique that was turning Ciel on. He decided against saying anything, for fear that Bard would stop when they had already come this far.
The chef began to finger deeper and Ciel began to unconsciously move his hips with the rhythm of Bard's movements. Bard lightly licked the beads of pre-cum already beginning to form on the tip of Ciel's cock. He then completely took the boy's erection into his mouth and started sucking.
Ciel moaned loudly and arched his back. His mind went blank and all he could feel were the sensations that Bard was creating. His breathing became heavier as his fingers became entangled in Bard's golden hair.
Bard stopped sucking and fingering his master, causing Ciel to whimper quietly. "Shh," he said, kissing the boy's lips, "It'll be much better now." He undid his pants, releasing his own pulsing erection. The blonde laughed quietly when Ciel gasped and reached over to the dish of oil; picking it up and holding it in front of the young earl.
The blue-eyed boy dipped his hand into the olive oil and rubbed it onto Bard's dick, lubricating it. When he was done, Bard picked Ciel up and gently eased the boy onto his erection. Ciel closed his eyes tightly and shuddered, releasing the semen that he'd been holding in onto Bard's shirt – although the cook didn't seem to mind.
"Do you want me to keep going?" Bard asked, his arms circling around Ciel's waist.
Ciel nodded and leaned his head on the blonde's shoulder, still huffing.
Bard gently lifted Ciel up and dropped him back down again, causing the young earl to groan loudly. The chef repeated this action a number of times again and after a while, Ciel's erection came back again.
"Can you do it on your own?" Bard asked, loosening his grip on the boy's hips, but still softly bouncing him up and down.
Ciel looked up at him with his one big blue eye curiously. "H-how?" he stuttered, too focused on the pleasure he was feeling to smoothly say the word.
"Just pretend you're riding a horse." Bard replied, now letting go of Ciel's hips entirely and settling them on his thighs for extra support.
Ciel wrapped his arms around Bard's neck so he wouldn't fall off of his chef's lap and started grinding his hips against the blonde's. He slowly lifted himself up and back down like Bard had silently directed him to. Ciel exhaled and began to get faster and faster. He felt as if he was galloping through the forest on a horse and every time he landed back in the saddle, a huge wave of ecstasy would come over him.
He looked up, and saw that Bard had his eyes closed and his brows furrowed; his head was tilted back against the wall and his mouth was slightly ajar. The chef's breathing became heavier, just like what Ciel had done just before his first climax, so he kept going.
The boy didn't go as fast as he had previously been going; instead he forced the cock deeper into himself and clenched his muscles to make it feel like he was tighter.
Bard sat up and picked the boy up off his dick and placed him in a more comfortable position on his lap. "You can stop now." He said, as he pumped Ciel's dripping erection.
Ciel did the same thing to his cook. After all, the whole point of what he was doing is that the servants would have their release. He listened as Bard moaned at full volume and spurts of cum erupted from his cock. At the same time, Ciel arched his back and came a second time before relaxing back against Bard's chest.
A few minutes were spent with the two of them just sitting together. When Ciel felt the he was ready to leave, he stood up and put his clothes back on and walked out of the room – not before pinching a third banana from the fruit bowl – leaving Bard to wonder if it was all a dream.
The young earl smiled as he walked up the stairs and down the corridor. He passed Sebastian in the hallway, whom he glared at, and retreated to his study. This had become somewhat of a game to Ciel; and there was no denying that Ciel loved games.