Two.
"I've always wondered how you taste, Ciel," the blond earl purrs enticingly. His index finger is extended, the pad pressed beneath Ciel's chin and effectively tilting his head upward to expose the column of his throat. It's unusual for Ciel to allow Alois to touch him without complaint, but he's not going to risk questioning it; to Alois, it's the object of his desires finally giving in to him.
"Shame," Ciel answers, his voice flat. "You won't be finding out today."
"Are you implying you might let me have a taste another time?" Alois's finger trails down the length of Ciel's throat; his nails aren't short like his companion's, and they lightly rake along his skin with an intimidating sense of sexual desire. He can feel Ciel hesitantly swallow back his own yearning from beneath his hand.
"No."
"Oh, I think you were!" Alois laughs joyfully.
Ciel hates Alois, and it's for this very reason. He's not afraid to tease Ciel relentlessly, and really, that's not as bothersome as some may think – the real issue is that Alois doesn't always know when he's crossed a line that he shouldn't have even dared venture near. However, that much isn't necessarily the case now.
"You probably taste really sweet," Alois dares to say; now that his gaze is no longer dictated by the blond, Ciel shifts his eyes to the boy on is lap, and he's met by a brilliant, glittering sapphire. "Aren't you even curious about me, Ciel?"
"Not really."
Alois knows he's lying - rather, he thinks he is. (The boy's mind is twisted enough to contort refusal into consent, 'no' into 'yes.') The fingers previously following the path of Ciel's throat have halted at the boy's collarbone, and he's got his other hand cradling Ciel's face, thumb running over his cheekbone – soothing, but alluring.
"I know that's not what you think, Ciel," Alois confidently purrs, fingers threading through the silky-short locks of grey hair that are a ragged mess framing his companion's face. "I can see it in your eye. Why won't you take off that patch so I can see the other?"
There's the line, and it's been crossed; Ciel, though irritated, reacts with a calm but dangerous edge in his voice. It's only a moment after Alois asked the offensive question before Ciel has a firm grip on the blond's wrist, fingers digging into his skin. (And it's cute, Alois thinks, that Ciel thinks he's hurting him!)
"No."
"You'll be saying 'yes' by the time I'm finished with you!" His voice is bubbly and ecstatic; it's like unspoken threats mean absolutely nothing – even if they had been voiced, though, the outcome would be the same. "Shall I prove it?"
"No."
"You mean 'yes!'" he laughs again, childlike, and throws his arms around Ciel's shoulders to draw him closer and seal their lips. His kiss is searing, tongue darting out for the taste he so craves, like those sweets Sebastian makes to perfection.
And Ciel kisses him back.
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