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Sebastian has a problem with Ciel’s mouth. Rather, he has a problem with how obsessed Ciel is with putting things between his lips. Cubes of sugar, tea spoons, lollipops, ink pens, no matter what it is, Ciel will end up with it between his teeth. Other people have picked up on it– Lao, Agni, the servants– and it makes Sebastian seethe with a jealousy he didn’t think he was capable of feeling.
Sebastian sits on the bed in his quarters, dressed down, palming himself. He knows for a fact that if he really wanted to he could walk to the young master’s wing of the manor and fall into bed with the boy, but then he remembers the odd pang in his unbeating heart when the guest of the night had stared a bit too long at the way Ciel’s tongue played with the candy he’d been given at tea.
His dress pants are unbuttoned and shoved down on his hips. The memories make his eyebrows furrow as he palms himself, both angry at strangers looking at what is rightfully his and also painfully turned on by the thought. He imagines Ciel with a coquettish glint in his eye– a knowing smirk as he sucks on that lollipop.
Finally, Sebastian pulls his cock out, groaning and pumping his hand as he replays the memory against and again: Ciel’s tongue poking out from his pink lips, the no doubt sugary taste of the young boy should Sebastian have leaned over and claimed him right then and there in front of their company. He imagines Ciel’s lips and tongue wrapped around his cock instead of the spoon he’d used to stir his tea and has to bite his palm to stay silent, white stripes roping across his dress shirt.