holy crap it's been too long since i've written a fanfic D8 this one-shot sucks!
His face was twisted in a frown-- one that Sebastian touched after a few minutes of silence.
"Are you thinking about something?"
"Of course I am," Ciel said crossly. He curled up closer into Sebastian's warmth, pursing his lips petulantly. The young noble sat precariously on the edge of the bed, his waist twisted so his upper body could settle over where his butler was lying, fingers steepled tightly together. The both of them were half-bare, their shirts parted to reveal soft bodies underneath the fabric. The only difference was that Ciel did not, as he never, wore pajama pants-- and his open shirt just barely covered him.
Sebastian thought it was deliciously provocative, and slid a hand under the shirt to caress over Ciel's thigh, relishing in the smooth skin. The response he got was a faint flush over pale cheeks, and an even crosser glare.
"I'm trying to think."
"May I ask what you are thinking about?"
Sebastian took the opportunity to pull the covers over their bodies as Ciel gathered his thoughts, keeping his hand on his thigh. Because after all, he had not said to remove it. Ciel finally looked up, letting out a breath.
"It's not fair."
"Ah, but what do they say about life and fairness?" Sebastian quipped.
"It's not fair," Ciel continued, "that I go to bed wearing this measly shirt, and you come to bed wearing all these layers." His fingers plucked at Sebastian's work shirt and slacks. "It makes it easy for you when you're...excited, but not for me."
"And what do you propose to remedy this travesty?" Spidery fingers slipped up, but a small hand shot out to grip them, stopping them in their tracks.
"I order you to stay absolutely still until I finish stripping you."
Sebastian blinked once before chuckling, letting his hand fall away and splaying himself out for his Young Master's benefit.
"Yes, my lord."
Inspired by this fanart by Pink Kitten, my favorite doujinshi artist for Kuro.
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"Are you thinking about something?"
"Of course I am," Ciel said crossly. He curled up closer into Sebastian's warmth, pursing his lips petulantly. The young noble sat precariously on the edge of the bed, his waist twisted so his upper body could settle over where his butler was lying, fingers steepled tightly together. The both of them were half-bare, their shirts parted to reveal soft bodies underneath the fabric. The only difference was that Ciel did not, as he never, wore pajama pants-- and his open shirt just barely covered him.
Sebastian thought it was deliciously provocative, and slid a hand under the shirt to caress over Ciel's thigh, relishing in the smooth skin. The response he got was a faint flush over pale cheeks, and an even crosser glare.
"I'm trying to think."
"May I ask what you are thinking about?"
Sebastian took the opportunity to pull the covers over their bodies as Ciel gathered his thoughts, keeping his hand on his thigh. Because after all, he had not said to remove it. Ciel finally looked up, letting out a breath.
"It's not fair."
"Ah, but what do they say about life and fairness?" Sebastian quipped.
"It's not fair," Ciel continued, "that I go to bed wearing this measly shirt, and you come to bed wearing all these layers." His fingers plucked at Sebastian's work shirt and slacks. "It makes it easy for you when you're...excited, but not for me."
"And what do you propose to remedy this travesty?" Spidery fingers slipped up, but a small hand shot out to grip them, stopping them in their tracks.
"I order you to stay absolutely still until I finish stripping you."
Sebastian blinked once before chuckling, letting his hand fall away and splaying himself out for his Young Master's benefit.
"Yes, my lord."
Inspired by this fanart by Pink Kitten, my favorite doujinshi artist for Kuro.
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