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“Shhh…” Sebastian cooed to the tiny thing he held, his big hand gently fondling his small cock. “Feel me, little one. Listen to my voice.”
Ciel’s body quivered almost violently, lingering images of his nightmare difficult to shoo away, even with his butler's warm hand and soft voice. His weak little fists curled into Sebastian’s shirt, knuckles going white. “Seb-- Sebastian--” he hiccupped, his hips bucking up into Sebastian’s very capable hand. “It was so--” Ciel couldn’t control it when he choked on his words, new tears beginning to form in his bleary eyes once more. “So sc-- scary..!”
He was almost resistant to the comfort for a moment. Just a moment.
“Hush, darling.”
Sebastian kissed at his cheek as the boy choked on his tears, his stroking hand slipping further down to tap at Ciel’s tight hole. Slicked with precum, two fingers slowly wiggled their way inside of the young boy, Sebastian pressing his low moan into the mattress. Ciel’s eyes fluttered shut, a few tears slipping down his cheeks before those perfect rose petal lips fell open to pant. Hot breath wafted across Sebastian’s cheek.
“Does this feel good, sweetness?” Sebastian cooed, his two fingers stroking at just the right pace, curling and rubbing inside of him.
With a whimper, Ciel nodded, a small gasp leaving him when Sebastian added another finger. The gentle squelch the motion made had Ciel blushing up to his ears.
Sebastian did this often when Ciel had his nightmares. He dreamt up horrible visions of the night they met, and each agonizing moment of his month in captivity. He would wake up in tears, screaming and confused. Sebastian would murmur comfort into his ears, assuring Ciel he wasn’t a captive any longer, but a king. It wouldn’t take long after that to calm the shaking child so that he might fall asleep once more.
Other times, there was another way to ease Ciel from his panic. He slipped his hand beneath Ciel’s sleeping shirt to stroke his taut tummy, his pale lips kissing at Ciel’s sweaty skin, the crook of his neck. His wandering hand would quickly find his prize, gliding beneath the band of his undergarments to Ciel’s half-hard cock.
The boy was ashamed of his body’s response to such feelings forced upon him, but Sebastian made it alright. His hand would squeeze his small cock, feeling it fatten in his palm, slick precum onto his skin. Then he found Ciel’s most forbidden place, a place that had been defiled before him. But when Sebastian’s fingers invaded that tight haven, it was unlike the first time. It was fulfilling and wet.
That was what Sebastian hoped to achieve. To take those awful feelings from his past and mold them into pleasure, feelings that Ciel would seek out in the future. A painful, groping hand would melt into sensual squeezing, and disgusting voices would morph into his demon’s languid baritone.
“What do you see?” Sebastian rumbled, his hand slowing as Ciel focused to recount his horrid memories.
“A-- a t-- tall man…” he squeaked. “He’s-- he’s putting it inside--! It hurts--!”
“Shh,” he responded, his three fingers inside the boy beginning to thrust once more, attempting to mirror the boy’s horror. “Your mind conjures things to frighten you.” Sebastian purred. “It’s only me, darling. Don’t you remember?”
“I… I…” Ciel’s whole being stuttered, his mind doing flips in his skull, unsure what was the truth and what was a nightmare.
“You were so tense after dealing with an unscrupulous client,” he purred into his ear. “When we lay together, it took some time for you to relax… so it didn’t hurt any longer.” His fingers crooked inside of him. “Do you remember now?”
His thoughts scrambled in confusion, the memories blurring together, but he eventually, reluctantly, nodded. “I was just…”
“So tense, darling,” he finished.
Sebastian knew what to do, where to touch, what to say, to make everything better. No one but Sebastian could turn such a nightmare into satisfying ecstasy.
Ciel’s body melted, his mind finally easing. He could fully enjoy Sebastian’s fingers now, be fully aware of those soft lips kissing his skin. “Sebas…”
“There’s my good boy,” Sebastian rumbled, “come back to me.”
That tiny voice, laden with tears and spit, choked out, “harder… please…”
Sebastian smiled into Ciel’s skin, leaning their foreheads together as he sped up his hand, drinking down the boy’s delicate sounds of pleasure-- gentle pants and sighs, occasionally interrupted by a sweet whimper when Sebastian pushed too deep. “How do you feel?” he asked, looking down at Ciel’s flushed face.
“Ohh… good…”
Sebastian never rushed him. He eased him from his nightmare with gentle coaxing, and took as much time as he needed.
“Do you want to cum?” he queried, consistently crooking his fingers and rubbing at that tight, perfect place that he loved to play with.
“Please,” Ciel whispered, begging for some sort of completion, a satisfying ending to a tremulous nightmare. “Please-- I want to--”
“As you say,” Sebastian replied, doubling his efforts to give his little one the relief he sought. At times, Ciel didn’t need the happy ending. The gentle bliss and being eased from his nightmare was all that he required. Those nights, his butler would take utmost care of him, turning Ciel’s mind from the past to the present, softly urging him to focus on his fingers, on his mouth, on his voice. He encouraged Ciel to turn his mind to the moment by helping him take initiative, to request with his words, to move on his own, pushing his horrible memories to the back of his mind with the effort.
Even though he was still a child, his feelings of sorrow and anger were too big for his small body.
Sebastian moved their positions, lifting Ciel from laying on his back, to his lap, sitting astride the demon’s thighs in nothing but the rumpled sleeping shirt that was slipping from his dainty shoulders.
The boy wiggled in his lap so adorably, his form relaxing into Sebastian’s warmth, sighing when he kissed him, immediately licking into his mouth to taste and devour him. He savored the feeling of Ciel’s breath across his cheek, inching his hand back down to his charge’s dripping hole, those three fingers sliding inside with no need for any force.
“Seb-- Sebastian--” he gasped against their lips.
“Yes, little one?”
“F- faster…” Ciel said breathlessly.
Ciel was utterly intoxicating in this state. Languid, sleepy, and sweet as honey. He dropped the stone walls that protected his heart, and allowed himself to be the helpless child he really was. Sebastian’s hands made that process easier.
Wordlessly, Sebastian obeyed, refusing to break their wet kiss, his other hand cradling the back of Ciel’s head. He swallowed his charge’s divine little noises, each whimper and high moan. A growl hitched in his own throat when Ciel began to rock his hips, his little fists twisting in Sebastian’s clothes.
“It feels… it feels good,” Ciel whispered breathlessly. “Really… good.”
Sebastian laid a gentle kiss on his cheek, those pale lips sliding to the child’s jaw, sucking pale bruises into his perfect skin, as he sped up his fingers, plunging them in and out of Ciel’s shaking body. That little cock rubbed at the front of Sebastian’s shirt, leaking and throbbing with each rock of his hips.
Every harlot in London couldn’t match how alluring Ciel sounded. Lewd and filthy, but so delicate and sweet.
A gentle growl rumbled in Sebastian’s chest when that little thing cried. “Let go completely,” he eased. “I’ve got you, darling.”
Ciel keened, his dainty moans growing and hitching the faster Sebastian fingered him, his body beginning to tense up, his hole clenching around Sebastian’s fingers. “Seb-- Seba-- I can-- I can’t--”
“Let go,” he whispered. his fingers pressing a little harder, a little faster, as Ciel’s voice got more and more desperate. He took his hand from Ciel’s head to his cock, gently squeezing a barely stroking.
With a high cry and a full-body shiver, he reached his blissful peak, coating Sebastian’s hand in tiny spurts of ecstasy.
“Good, little one. Good,” he said against Ciel’s lips, the boy’s chest heaving, their breath mixing.
His body went nearly limp with exhaustion, reliant on Sebastian’s chest and hands to hold him up. He just wanted to lay his head on his demon’s shoulder to fall back into an undisturbed sleep.
But he felt Sebastian’s hand gently squeezing his softening cock, the mess over his fingers making a wet squelching noise that made him flush all over again.
Ciel’s hand tugged at his own, gripping at his wrist to bring it up to his mouth, a tiny, pink tongue slipping from between his lips to lap at his own mess. He took Sebastian’s fingers into his mouth, sucking and kissing away the white that dripped from Sebastian’s pale skin.
“Good boy,” Sebastian praised at the display. That pink tongue unwittingly sent shocks of arousal straight to the demon’s trousers.
He grimaced when Ciel’s tongue swiped between his fingers, over his palm.
He wanted so badly to use the hole he so lovingly pried open. Stuff his cock in that shaking body.
But this was about Ciel, not him. He would get his own reward later. Impatience itched at his nerves. His instincts wanted to work his cock out of his trousers and sit his little charge on him. Bounce him up and down, grinding and groping, continuing to teach him that pleasure wasn’t a bad thing.
A deep breath was pushed out of Sebastian’s nose when Ciel took two of his fingers into the back of his throat.
His trousers were incredibly tight.
He knew if he hurt him, if he pushed him too far, he would ruin the thing he worked so hard to cultivate. Ciel knew what it felt like to be broken open without consent, how scary it was, but Sebastian certainly had the same urges. Demons had a limited concept of morality. Even so, deep down, Sebastian knew he had to slowly mold Ciel into the toy he wanted to avoid shattering him.
Though having Ciel begging to be defiled was far sweeter than forcefully taking what he wanted and dealing with the aftermath.
“Are you satisfied, darling?” he asked, watching Ciel suck his messy thumb into his mouth.
The tiny thing nodded sleepily, running his tongue over the pad of his finger. “Tired,” he moaned, spit dripping from his butler’s hand when he pulled away.
“Allow me to put you to bed, then,” Sebastian said, his tone surprisingly calm, considering how hard he was. Every ounce of his restraint was being tested. He gave the child a sweet kiss on his forehead, warm and, hopefully, comforting. It was quite late, and Sebastian wanted to make sure he fell asleep soundly. Perhaps he would let him oversleep… just a little bit.
It disgusted him that he felt sympathy.
This boy made him feel.
And he hated it.
Even so, he gently, slowly, moved the still-shaking, exhausted child off of his lap and fixed his ruffled sleeping shirt, tucking him beneath the covers. “Is there anything else I can do for you, little one?” he cooed, brushing his sweaty hair from his eyes.
His voice was so small, so soft and sleepy. “Kiss?” he asked, his eyes lidded, the glow from his violet eye soft against his pale skin. It wasn’t often he asked like this. A time when nothing was ordered, nothing forced. A rightful brat finally melting down to the scared little boy he truly was. A little boy that only wanted comfort.
“With pleasure,” Sebastian purred, stooping down to press his lips against his master’s, the boy’s breath still uneven, but he accepted the kiss that took the rest of his breath away. Felt his tongue brushing against Sebastian’s, lips wetly moving together.
Ciel lamented when his butler drew away, a small whine in his throat, immediately quelled when Sebastian cupped his cheek.
“Goodnight, my Lord,” he said quietly, reverently, and made his way to leave the sleepy boy, closing the door behind him with a gentle click that could barely be heard.
A great sigh left him when he leant against the door, his ruby eyes simmering hellfire.
Now, to take care of his own excitement…