Three.
It's quite the comfortable position, Alois thinks, because he enjoys the warmth of Ciel's body pressing so close to his own. They're on the bed, and Alois has his legs circled around Ciel's waist while his arms are wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him in close. Ciel's sitting crisscross, and although Alois could easily fit in the gap between the earl's legs, he's made himself comfortable directly on Ciel's groin, firm and hot against his own despite the layers of clothing to remain a barrier between their obvious arousal.
Ciel swears it's the contact seal marking Alois's tongue that has left it with a texture quite different from what he initially expected to be wet and smooth. It feels rough when Alois takes a long, slow lick along Ciel's lips, and when their tongues press together as they meet through deep kisses, he can feel the shape of the mark.
There's humming and mewling, and it's Ciel who has to keep Alois quiet; though Alois is always the one who initiates and takes control of their kisses, he's not very skilled at muffling lustful whines and breathy mumbles of his companion's name, and Ciel silences the blond by swallowing every whimper with talented movements of his mouth.
Ciel's bed is soft, and Alois knows it; his feet are free of knee-high boots, but he still has tall, black sock covering the slender length of his legs. His toes curl, bunching up the comforter; Alois wants so desperately for Ciel to take back his dominance, shove him back onto the bed and have his way – ah, but he knows that Ciel won't, because he's shy, awkward, not used to these things yet, even though he's consenting enough to allow this blond irritant to invade every inch of his mouth.
The hands at his waist leave Alois in anticipation – waiting, wondering. Though gloved, the warmth of Ciel's fingertips seems to seep through Alois's vest; Ciel's fingers twitch like he's contemplating sliding them beneath Alois's shirt to make direct contact with his skin, and Alois would have no protest.
The kiss lingers, the blond's teeth catching Ciel's bottom lip and pulling as he leans away; when he opens his eyes, Ciel's already looking back at him, the seal on his right eye only partially hidden by unruly grey bangs – Alois had pulled the tie on his eyepatch earlier, and now, it's lying in his lap, forgotten by the sassy heterochromatic beauty holding him in his arms.
"You have very pretty eyes, Ciel." A compliment to be expected from Alois, considering he's heard it a few dozen times before, but even so, Ciel finds his cheeks dusting a light, embarrassed pink.
Alois opens his mouth to add onto his comment, one eyebrow quirking upward with playful intentions, but before he can say anything more, Ciel's closing the distance between their lips and claiming another kiss.
Ever-so-softly, Alois catches the faint murmur of Ciel's voice in between the sweeps of his tongue.
"As do you."
Notes: And starting now, this will begin to seem more M-rated.