His Valet de Chambre
Hey, But His Face Is A Sight For To See
A/N: So somebody pointed out that Chapter 2 is quite short... and after looking at it, I have to agree. Also, Chapter 3 is pretty darn short as well. I didn't like to combine them, because I'd already laid everything out and picked chapter titles, so I decided the hell with the schedule, I'll just post Chapter 3 early and continue with Chapter 4 next Thursday. So here is a lovely lemony extra chapter for you. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 3: Hey, but his face is a sight for to see
It had been several days now since Sebastian had treated him so improperly at the opera house. Ciel lay in bed, wide awake. He'd been so desperately afraid that his butler might do something like that again while preparing him for bed, something that would cause him to lose his composure and let on too much…
But if he'd been afraid of it happening, why was he so disappointed that it hadn't?
Ciel waited for half an hour awake in his bed, to make sure Sebastian was well and truly gone from his quarters. He quietly stood up and walked into his private washroom. He closed the door and turned on the light. Even if Sebastian came in the bedroom to check on him, he would have some privacy.
The earl leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, picturing his butler kneeling before him and leaning in to capture his mouth, invading him with that insistent tongue...
The young lord felt his hardening dick brush against his nightshirt. He pushed the nightshirt up above his waist and grasped his hard-on, beginning to pump up and down the shaft. How would Sebastian's elegant fingers feel wrapped around him instead of his own small hand? He imagined Sebastian's lovely fingers pumping him, inside and out. He pushed a finger of his other hand from behind into his tight entrance, gasping at the slight pain, then began to pump harder. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock. He pictured Sebastian on top of him, holding him down, ravishing him, wanting him...
Ciel fell to his knees, still grasping his hard-on and probing his asshole. He pulled his finger out and then pushed three fingers in, imagining his butler's cock plunging inside him. Tears stung his eyes from the pain. I don't care about the pain if it's you, Sebastian... You can take me as hard and as brutally as you like... I want you in me so badly...
The young earl pumped his dick harder, his breathing coming on rapidly now. With the other hand he had found his prostate. The sudden extra stimulation sent him over the edge. He came, shuddering, his seed spilling all over the floor, leaving an ugly streak across the luxurious Turkish rug. Damn and blast...
Ciel snapped out of the haze of his orgasm, suddenly concerned his butler would find the evidence of his lust the next morning. He desperately cast around for something to clean with. He dipped a towel in the wash basin and scrubbed frantically. Most of the residue seemed to be coming off. He breathed slightly easier.
Feeling shaken and still full of desire for his demon, Ciel leaned against the vanity table, staring into the mirror, trying to find some answer to his problems in his own eyes.
A flash of red...
Ciel started. For a moment... He looked again at his eyes. Blue. They had always been blue. The contract seal made one of them glow a faint purple. That was all. The young lord returned to his bed, but did not sleep for many hours.