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That’s when Ciel saw it. Those perfect muscles, rippling under velvety smooth skin, graced by muted light from the late afternoon Sun shining through Sebastian’s bedroom window. The thin white button up shirt, splattered messily with red wine, had cascaded down to the floor so gracefully without a sound. And with it went all of Ciel’s sense of good reason. If only he could see his butler from the front.
Ciel was peeking through the cracked door of his personal demon’s quarters as he changed his dirty uniform. Mey-rin had another “accident”. It’s not as if Ciel planned on peeping on his butler. He came to see what was taking him. He never would’ve guessed that he would catch the man, no the demon, that can make a five course meal in a matter of minutes, in his room slowly changing, almost taking his time, and humming to himself. Like..like a human. What was he doing?
Ciel was ripped out of his own thoughts when he heard a harsh clink of metal. He let out a small breath with a quick realization as to what the sound was. His eyes grew wide as the butler grabbed his belt with one hand, back still to Ciel, and yanked the leather strap out of its loops, tossing it messily onto the floor next to his made up bed. Does he always undress like this?
It wasn’t until the belt hit the ground that the young boy became aware of the lump in his throat, the change in his breathing, the bulge in his pants..
His eyes were glued… He knew that what he was doing was wrong. But was it? The demon was his after all.. But..what is this feeling?
Ciel pondered these questions as he watched two tiny glistening beads of sweat make their way from Sebastian’s upper back muscles, slowly and achingly slide down to the defined little dip at the base of his back.
He swallowed. Something had changed. What was it? The..the humming. It stopped. It was completely quiet now as Sebastian stood with his back towards the door un-moving. Ciel’s desperation grew stronger as he tore his gaze away, looking down at the annoyance in his pants, regretting ever having come to Sebastian’s room. All he wanted was for the butler to start making noise again so he could carefully and quickly make his escape.
The young Lord let out a small calming sigh as he lifted his face and looked straight into the room again. Not much had changed..Sebastian’s back was still facing him. The Sun had gone down just a little bit more. And a pair of glowing red eyes were staring into wide blue ones through a mirror over top the bed…