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"Shit."
Ciel swore under his breath, as the pen in his hand slipped from his grasp. He lost count on how many times he lost his grip on the damn thing, or how many of his signatures turned out ineligible or childish looking. He wasn't about to give up and submit just yet, though.
For the past 30 minutes, Ciel had been trying (hard emphasis on trying) to finish up the last of his paperwork for the week, so he could finally have and enjoy a weekend without the stress of Funtom or the Queen beating down on him. But then his bastard of a lover decided he couldn't wait any longer to get his hands on him (it had only been a week since their last lay, for God's sake–the insatiable beast), and things quickly took a scandalous turn. After Ciel had only gotten through a handful of documents, Sebastian casually strolled into the Earl's office and over to his desk, proceeding to pick Ciel up and tear his shorts and undergarments off–leaving him all but bare from the waist down, except for his black stockings and dark brown shoes–before taking a seat in the boy's chair and placing his squirming form on the man's still clothed lap, blatantly ignoring Ciel's protests. He told Ciel that this would be the only way he would be allowed to work for the next few hours, otherwise the demon would simply cart him off to the Earl's bedchambers, where Ciel would be kept for the entirety of the weekend–regardless if all his work had been done or not, the bloody bastard.
So ever since, Ciel has been subjected to the agony of being thoroughly teased by his demonic lover. Instead of his mind being properly focused on his work, like it should have been, all his brain kept constantly going back to for the last hour and a half, were the glorious sensations rippling through his heated body.
Sebastian's gloved fingers were slowly trailing up and down the boy's dripping folds, occasionally straying to play with his engorged clit, while his other hand kept a possessive grip on the boy's left thigh. Ciel was aching–to be fucked, fingered or eaten out, anything but this repetitive teasing. His body was covered from head-to-toe in sweat, his limbs trembled relentlessly, and his face was flushed a sunset pink. The young Earl's breathing had long since gone ragged, but he'd so far managed to still keep himself silent throughout the demon's seemingly endless torment against his aching, oozing sex. Ciel was certain that if looked down, he would see a large, wet patch on his lover's trousers.
"Now, now, my Lord. It's not appropriate for a man of your caliber to be using such foul language."
Sebastian murmured hotly against the boy's ear, tone mocking.
The bastard.
"Fuck you," Ciel hissed between clenched teeth.
The man gave a deep, low chuckle. "Only if you ask nicely," Sebastian purred, nipping at his ear lobe.
Ciel sucked in a sharp breath and bit back another moan. He wanted those teeth to sink into the flesh of his neck and shoulders, so very badly.
"Go to Hell," the boy responded, picking his pen back up and gripping it as tightly as he could.
"Mm, no. I'm much happier being here, where I get to play with you as much as I wish, my darling little minx."
The second he was through speaking, Sebastian suddenly slipped two fingers at once into his slick cunt. Ciel's ability on staying silent was instantly eradicated in that one move.
The boy threw his head back against the demon's shoulder, mouth opening in a loud, high-pitched moan, eyes closing and rolling into the back of his head at the intense pleasure that washed over him. His hands jerked and his pen went flying, landing and rolling away somewhere on his desk.
"S-Sebastian," Ciel moaned the demon's name, reaching down and grabbing fistfuls of his lover's trousers in each hand.
The man's lips finally trailed downward to his neck, mouthing at him and lightly nipping at the smooth, exposed flesh. The sensation caused more moans to tumble from Ciel's lips, and he was unable to stop himself from grinding down on the intruding fingers, signaling to Sebastian that he needed the two digits to fuck into him faster. Instead of resulting in his lover picking up the speed like he thought he would, Sebastian only continued fingering him at a slow, steady pace.
Frustration boiled in the pit of his belly alongside his arousal. Couldn't the bastard of a demon he called his lover see that he could give less of a shit about work now, and that he was more than willing to be fucked within an inch of his life? Whether the demon continued to use his fingers to get the job done, or whipped his cock out instead, Ciel didn't care at this point. The desire to have his cunt filled and pounded by something, had become more than just a simple desire; it was a need. His insides felt like they were on fire, burning him up from the inside out, almost bringing tears to his eyes at the mere thought of being stuck in this agonizing limbo for an indiscernible amount of time.
Ciel let out little high-pitched whimpers and whines, with the occasional grind of his hips, hoping to get his demonic lover to snap and give the boy what he needed–by giving the man the wanton noises he so loved to hear from his "darling little minx".
Still nothing. No speed increase, no sudden change in position, no cock slammed into his dripping pussy–still the same, slow Goddamn pace of those maddening fingers going in and out of him.
He couldn't stand it any longer. He couldn't bloody stand it any longer, dammit!
A keening moan escaped him, before a corpus amount of word vomit began to spew from his lips.
"Sebastian, pleeeease! I can't take it, I need more. Please, please, please give me more. It's not enough–please! Please, Sebastian, go faster–go faster, pl–ease! I need more, I need–"
A sound between a gasp and a shout ripped from Ciel's throat, when he felt a third finger plunge into his weeping, aching hole.
"Gladly, my darling little minx."
Ciel could both hear and feel the smirk on Sebastian's face.
So that's what it took: Hearing the boy plead and beg.
"Y-you perverted ba–"
The demon began pumping his fingers in and out of him at a neck breaking speed, causing waves upon waves of pleasure to course through him and overrun his mind, making it entirely impossible for the slate-haired boy to think or feel anything else but pure, primal lust.
"Yes, yes! Just–ah–just like that! Mmmm, oh fuck, yes!"
"Such a desperate little whore I have for a Master." Sebastian shifted his hips a bit, lining up his cock–that had been gradually hardening and growing, and pressing against Ciel's right thigh, since the start of all this–to rest between Ciel's bare ass cheeks. "5 years, and you still manage to drive me mad with intense desire," he grunted, rutting his cock against Ciel's ass.
"Ohhhh, mmmm! Ah–and y-y-you st-still m-manage to b-be an in–ah–insufferable prick. Oh fuck, ah!"
As the seconds ticked by, Ciel could feel himself drawing closer to the edge of bliss. Every brush those skilled fingers made across his g-spot, accompanied by the further arousing sensation of Sebastian grinding his thick, hard cock up against him, had the pressure in Ciel's abdomen and loins rapidly building. He tried to hold off a little longer, though, wanting to live in the intoxicating sensations for as long as possible. Then he felt two silk covered fingers touching his clit, and it was all over in one giant, starry explosion of sheer ecstasy.
Sebastian removed the hand clutching Ciel's thigh and took hold of the boy's miniature, erect and throbbing cock at the top of his pussy, beginning to jerk it in time with the thrusts of the demon's other set of fingers. It was all too much for Ciel to handle, and by the third tug on his clit, the young Earl's back arched off the demon's chest as his climax descended upon him. The walls of his cunt spasmed and tighten around the fingers still thrusting in and out of him, gushing and spraying his juices everywhere, further soiling the black trousers of his lover.
When his pussy finally stopped contracting, Ciel collapsed back against Sebastian's chest in a panting, sweaty heap, head lolling to rest against the demon's shoulder. The boy's inner thighs were coated in his clear, sticky essence, thin trails sliding down his legs and soaking into the black material of his stockings. He shuddered and let out a weak, breathy moan when Sebastian pulled his fingers out of his soaking cunt. When the man brought the wet fingers up to press against the boy's slightly parted lips, Ciel obediently accepted the three digits. Ciel's eyes closed as he gave another small moan around the long, slender appendages, sucking and licking the white fabric they were incased in, swallowing the leftover, sticky juices that clung to them.
As soon as Sebastian removed his fingers from the boy's maw, silently dubbing them clean enough, Ciel turned around on the demon's lap, straddling the man to face him. Ciel pulled him down by the tie into a filthy kiss. Ciel grabbed a handful of Sebastian's silky, black locks with his free hand, while his lover wrapped his arms around his lithe frame. Their tongues tangled together and explored each others' mouth, teeth occasionally making contact with their lips' to hungrily bite and suck. Before Ciel pulled away, he ground his hips down into his lover's lap, his wet cunt making direct contact with the straining erection confined within the man's trousers. Ciel swallowed the groan the action produced from the man, before separating his lips from Sebastian's with a wet, noisy 'smack'.
Ciel took a second to catch his breath, before looking back up at Sebastian with fierce, determined look in his visible, slightly glazed over eye. "If you don't take me to my bedchambers this instance and fuck me senseless, I'll order you into not being able to lay a single hand on me for an entire month."
For a split second, the thought of the paperwork he still needed to finish managed to break through the desires consuming him, before once again being swallowed up by the lustful haze of his mind without another fret. Work would have to wait a little while longer. There were much more urgent needs that needed to be met first.
Sebastian's eyes flashed red, and his lips spread into a smug, devilish smile.
"As you wish, my darling little minx."