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The earl was in a storm of a mood.
That suited Sebastian just fine. The winds at the edges of the little hurricane skulking around the manor after a few soured business meetings did nothing more than ruffle his tailcoat. If played right, it could even let Sebastian’s day include a bit more excitement than usual.
“Are you quite alright?” asked Sebastian, standing at attention by Ciel’s desk, a mask of innocence over his face.
Ciel slammed a desk drawer, glaring down at his paperwork. “Couldn’t your batlike hearing detect it? They think they can pull a fast one on me. They won’t, but I’ve had enough of the gall of people who think that just because I allow them to walk out of here that they’re also allowed to walk over me.”
“Hmm. I didn’t quite catch the details.”
“What do you want?” snapped Ciel. “Spit it out or leave me alone.”
Sebastian bowed slightly. “If you desire any assistance with relieving your stress, I shall wait in your room, my lord.”
Ciel paused what he was doing, clearly reading the suggestion hiding under the polite tone. It wasn’t enough to get him to calm down, which secretly pleased Sebastian. “Can you think of nothing but your beastly desires?”
“Yes: your desires.”
“My passionate feelings are not of the loving kind at the moment, Sebastian.”
Sebastian smiled. “I know. Shall I wait for you to join me?”
Ciel stared at him. “You’re in the mood for that? At the drop of a hat?”
“I’m a creature of truly reprehensible impulses at heart, young master.”
“Fine.” Ciel waved his hand, dismissing Sebastian.
It was all Sebastian could do to not skip down the hall with enthusiasm. Ah, it wasn’t exactly new to them, but it still took his master by surprise when Sebastian was eager to endure his soured moods, a rougher time in bed, even blows which glanced off of Sebastian himself but were an outlet of the most intense sort for his little human. It didn’t shock him that his master couldn’t fathom how Sebastian could enjoy such a thing, but Sebastian certainly did.
Sebastian figured he would be direct with his approach, arranging himself in such a way that his master would take one look and understand exactly what Sebastian was soliciting.
Which was how Ciel walked into his bedroom and almost stumbled, taking in the sight before him. “Well. Look who’s desperate?” mused Ciel.
Sebastian had divested himself of everything above his waist and knelt at the foot of Ciel’s bed, facing Ciel. With some maneuvering of his shadows, it had been easy to handcuff himself to each bedpost, arms spread as if he were held captive (arguably, he was). The finishing touch was the riding crop in his mouth, the length gripped in his teeth, ready to offer it to Ciel as he walked by.
He was a collar away from being a dog, and it didn’t bother him in the slightest.
Ciel took the handle of the riding crop, eyebrows still raised. “This is your idea of relieving my stress?”
“It always works, my lord.” Sebastian smirked. “Even if my behavior has been stellar as of late, I have no qualms letting your wrath touch me even when I am not the cause. It’s relaxing for me.”
“Relaxing.” Ciel was clearly still in a mood as he absently paced, tapping the tip of the crop against his gloved palm. It was an imitation of Sebastian’s tutoring mannerisms, whether Ciel realized it or not, which made Sebastian smug. “Perhaps you do mean to provoke me.”
“I cannot lie. A strike from you might as well be a caress.”
Ciel gave no warning before swinging the riding whip, the blow landing across Sebastian’s chest. Sebastian recoiled, more from being startled than any pain, sighing as he tilted his head with a smile. “A heated caress, then.”
The mark would bruise should he let it, and he figured he might as well let his master appreciate his handiwork.
“Hmph.” Ciel stroked Sebastian’s cheek with the tip of the crop, sliding it down under his chin, guiding him to look Ciel in the eyes. Sebastian gave him his sultriest stare. Ciel pretended to be offended rather than aroused. “Perverse thing.”
“You cannot insult me in any way I don’t enjoy.”
“Oh?” Ciel stepped back and swung again, hitting Sebastian’s chest and stomach as he spoke. “Even if I called you my lowly, wretched dog?” He emphasized each word with a strike.
Sebastian had a sense of dignity somewhere, but it was lost under the moan he couldn’t hold back, panting as he took a verbal and literal lashing. “Aah- more.”
“You’re a powerful demon, reduced to begging to take some stranger’s punishment.” Ciel was exerting himself as well, swinging hard even if the snap of leather against flesh did little to Sebastian, and aware that his ranting was still feeding into whatever it was about Sebastian that enjoyed being degraded in such a way. Yet, Ciel was careful to not hit his face, even if he did performatively leer. “Is there anything you wouldn’t do? Anything I couldn’t compel of you, that you’d find some sick way to delight in?”
Sebastian groaned, gripping the handcuffs that bound him to the bedframe. He’d allowed himself to get hard in his slacks, pleased by the soreness that breathing brought. “Nothing, my lord.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Ciel dropped the riding crop on the floor and grabbed Sebastian by the hair, a wild look in his eyes as he undid the front of his shorts. Sebastian could have laughed at the idea of taking his master in his mouth being even remotely novel or degrading, but for the sake of their game he let Ciel thrust inside of him, pinning his head back against the foot of the bed with a dull thunk.
Well, that was new. Sebastian shivered as new heat pooled in his stomach, realizing that being bound and held in place made him feel less like he was servicing and more like he was being well and truly fucked, which elicited a low groan from him around Ciel’s cock. Ciel gasped for breath, thrusts messy and erratic, which only stoked Sebastian’s arousal further as he obediently let his master rut against him until he came down Sebastian’s throat.
Ciel pulled back, mouth slack as he heaved with the combined afterglow and exhaustion. He steadied himself against the bedpost, face flushed. Sebastian licked his lips, advertising his enjoyment of it, which only made Ciel snort. “Really?”
“You know my tastes, my lord. Any part of you is most delicious.”
“Threatening to eat me, after I gave you what you wanted?” Ciel was clearly in a better mood, smirking as he spoke.
Sebastian hummed. “Appreciating the sample, is all.”
“Be that as it may, that’s no way to speak to your lord.” Ciel worked to uncuff Sebastian, freeing his wrists with a couple of clicks. His tone was stern. “I forbid you from coming until you have my explicit permission- likely not until tomorrow, when I’m feeling more charitable. Understood?”
Ah, so Ciel had noticed his effect on him.
Sebastian failed at looking remorseful, only eager with anticipation as he gazed up at Ciel. Tomorrow was guaranteed to have yet another fun session. Being forced to wait only made the apex that much sweeter. “Yes, my lord.”
Ciel threw his hands in the air, bringing them back down only to run them through his own hair as he shouted:
“Augh! Can’t you dislike being punished for once!?”