Dead bodies, gruesome crime scenes, an unsolvable puzzle, and a blood feud going back decades. What better Christmas present could Ciel ask for?
His company, Funtom, was busiest before Easter and Christmas, the latter even more so. But as soon as the twenty-third went by, it all died down. People bundled up in their homes to celebrate with their families, thus no longer out shopping. And Ciel always found himself dreadfully bored after that.
No lessons from strict governesses, no company politics to work out, just sitting by the fire with Lizzie and her family. It was horrendously dull.
But then the letter from Her Majesty came and with it a wonderful game of cat and mouse as Ciel skillfully led the perpetrator into his corner to be gobbled up. The whole affair ended up being much messier than the Earl would have liked, both physically and politically, but the deed was done and master and butler returned to the London townhouse, both covered in gore, to wash and rest before making the journey back to the estate in the morning.
And as soon as the doors closed, Sebastian couldn't seem to keep his hands off his young charge. The devil was insistent, pressing kisses against his neck, scarlet blood standing out brightly against ivory skin, pulling adamantly at a shirt that would be better off thrown away than trying to get the stains out of it, before finally lifting the boy up and all but slamming him against the wall.
Sebastian was always like this after a particularly bloody case: ravenous. And if he couldn't have the little brat's soul, his body would do just as well.
Ciel simply rolled his eyes and let him do as he wished; he had to reward his dog now and then after all, and the Earl got an orgasm out of it too.
He let Sebastian throw him onto the bed and strip him without finesse, looking ready to devour him in a moment as the devil surveyed his body. And in the next moment he was on the small boy with heavy kisses and hands pulling his lithe frame close. He knocked open Ciel's legs and his fingers trailed up from the back of his balls to the tip of his cock, the young Earl shuddering beneath him.
Wrapping his hand around him, Sebastian pumps his cock; it doesn't take long before Ciel is writhing under all the pleasure as the hand strokes his length faster, thumb flicking over the sensitive, rosy head. And as soon as a wet digit prods at his hole, massaging the muscles, Ciel comes undone with a high moan as he spills over himself.
He pants as Sebastian laps at the different fluids covering him, shooting him a half hearted, tired glare. "Damned devil."