Disclaimer: Haha.

Author's Note/Dedication: Happy (late) birthday to LJ user masiru_chan! (I really suck at getting these things out on time. XD;) Nothin' quite like a little crossdressing to celebrate, yes?

Warnings: CIELSEBA ZOMG. Not my best work ever, but hopefully enough to get a smile out of you. :D

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It was, in retrospect, not the best idea that Ciel Phantomhive had ever had.

"Mmm— ah~!"

It had seemed like quite the perfect revenge at the time— heavy in irony, with the added benefit of humiliation and (perhaps) a smattering of physical pain.

"Nnn…"

Yes, when he had first rediscovered the blasted piece of underwear— hidden, like the gown it had been bought for, in the dusty recesses of the teenaged earl's oldest wardrobe—, Ciel could think of no better vengeance than to force his black-swathed tormentor into the same cursed contraption. It would be pleasing, he had thought, to watch the demon squirm with discomfort, both mentally (for what self-respecting chap would enjoy wearing a corset?) and physically (because dammit, he'd prove that those things could squeeze out one's organs!).

"Oh~!"

But that had been then. And this, unfortunately, was now— and Ciel had been made bitingly aware of the futility of trying to embarrass a creature who lacked all matter of shame. Or subtlety. Or maybe this was revenge of his own, bottled up since that day six years ago… That day that they were currently parodying, hidden away in Ciel's bedroom corner: with the devil's palms flat against the wall and his bum popped up and his legs spread out, wide and wanton. Yes, wearing little more than the frilled knickers that his master had forced upon his person, Sebastian was doing exactly as he'd been ordered: he was reliving his tamer's corseted experience, word-for-word and groan-for-groan and wriggle-for-wriggle.

And sadly, those words and groans and wriggles were very much distracting Ciel from his highly anticipated retaliation.

"Would you kindly stop doing that…?" the young man bit through gritted teeth, fisted fingers quivering as they tried to tighten the corset's intricate laces. He gave the twine a pointed jerk; of the two males present, he was the one to wince— electric shocks showering down his spine in the wake of Sebastian's heavy exhales, so reminiscent of when they—

Don't think about it.

Through sweat-dewed bangs, the demon cast his charge a heady-eyed glance, half-lidded and innocuous. Those thick, fringed lashes quavered, and all Ciel could do was remember the feel of them against his cheeks… "St-stop doing— ah~!—wh… what, my Lord…?" the demon inquired, the hoarse resonance of the query only adding to his master's half-formulated fantasy. Said master noticeably flinched when Sebastian's lilted voice caught on a hiss and a long, laborious moan… And as if his vocals weren't enough, the demon utilized his spidery hands, as well: previously sprawled and clawing at the wall, they curled inward with a scrape and a scratch and a whimpered sigh as memories—

NO.

Ciel glowered, trying to hide his flushed face behind his own dangling locks. "Stop making those… those noises! They're entirely inappropriate!" he snapped, gaze flicking this way and that and side to side, even as he made a herculean effort to keep his eyes focused on the garment's ties. Alas, it was an impossible task, for the butler's ruffled bottom kept swaying, dipping, writhing— mimicking motions that his tamer had been entirely unfamiliar with, back when this scene had first played out. But now…

The nobleman could feel his own clothes tightening, and it had nothing to do with a corset.

"My… my apologies, y-young master…" Sebastian gasped in reply, chest heaving up and down and up and down as his half-bare torso shifted, neck straining magnificently as he tried to catch sight of his pretty lord from over his shoulder. The position emphasized his already lovely angles, the fluid strands of his silken, onyx hair… His voice was husky honey, melting on his tongue as the heat of his breath and body turned Ciel's hormonally-charged brain into a smoldering pile of ash, thus forcing "other" pieces of anatomy to take over the process of decision-making. And with the devil's deliciously tight ass rubbing so teasingly against this new decision-making-entity, Ciel found it increasingly difficult to remember why he was doing this in the first place, if not to—

N…no…

The teen's weakening grip upon the ribbons trembled desperately— his wrists suffered subconscious spasms, pulling at the treaded ropes as if they were reigns, not laces. All the while, the demon purred and wibbled and grunted and "Haaa— b-but you were right about the pai—oh!"

And then Sebastian tossed his head, and thrust his hips, and for a full sixty seconds all Ciel could see was Eden-Apple-Red: the rosy planes of the butler's throat, the healthy thrum of his jugular, the glossy sheen of sweat that made his servant's pinking flesh all the more sinfully—

God damn him!

"Ah— ah…? Young master?" Sebastian blinked, previously-contorted features smoothing into an expression of composed curiosity; the changing of masks was instantaneous, the only consistent his laughing red eyes. Tilting his head, he flicked a questioning glance back towards his enthusiastic little lord, who was again playing with cords—just not the ones on the corset. "Might I inquire as to what you are doing?"

A pair of velveteen britches met the carpeted floor, joining the butler's discarded suit.

"Proving my point," Ciel returned curtly, wrapping his left arm around the creature's middle. Rear met crotch; a ringed thumb slipped, slid, and tugged, yanking at the hem of the demon's decorative panties. Other digits soon joined in the prodding, some larger than others. "Corsets make organs come out."

Sebastian smirked and resumed his position.

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