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Title: N/A
Fandom: Black Butler
Pairing: Sebastian/Ciel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 746 words
"This is utterly ridiculous, not to mention possibly the worst idea in the history of... of ever," Ciel muttered, picking at the long, silken gloves covering his arms. It was utterly impossible to get a grip on anything while wearing them. After two broken wineglasses during their impromptu practice, he had been utterly forbidden to accept any refreshments at the party proper. Luckily, Madam Red's dress had been replaceable.
Sebastian's hand on the small of Ciel's back steered him through the hallway, providing the added benefit of keeping him from wobbling too badly on his new shoes. "Complaining is hardly ladylike," the butler said with a too-amused smile.
It was only fear of accidentally ripping the hem of his dress that kept Ciel from digging his heel into Sebastian's foot. "I don't know if you've noticed, but we're not at the party yet," he snapped.
"My sincerest apologies, my lady." Sebastian's face held an expression of angelic innocence.
Ciel growled. He opened his mouth to retort, then suddenly closed it, distracted by one of the portraits on the wall. "Sebastian," he said slowly, "this isn't the way to the entrance hall. The others are waiting for us."
"Oh? How strange. I wonder how I could have made such a mistake."
That was, of course, the most smooth-faced lie Ciel had heard Sebastian make in a long time. He whirled around to face his butler, forgetting that he was wearing skinny-heeled ladies' shoes, and promptly lost his balance. Sebastian's arms were around him in an instant, whisking him up and against his chest. "What are you planning?" he asked suspiciously, trying to glare at Sebastian the best he could while his face was pressed to the man's shoulder. His knees had been forced to either side of Sebastian's waist, his arms loosely circling his neck for balance. It should have been an awkward position for Sebastian to hold him in, but his arms showed no signs of strain.
Without explanation, Sebastian turned, and Ciel winced as his back hit the wall of the corridor, hard. Pressed up against its surface like this, Sebastian didn't need both hands to support him-- which Ciel realized just as one began to push up his layers of skirts and petticoats, baring his stocking-covered legs. "Sebastian--" Ciel began warningly, only to have two gloved fingers forced into his mouth, making him gag.
"I believe," Sebastian murmured softly, his eyes flashing with a dull red glow, "that you need a reminder to behave, young master. Please don't complain too loudly, as it may alert the curiosity of our guests and cause them to investigate."
Ciel made a noise of protest around Sebastian's fingers, his face twisting into a scowl. But there was nothing he could do save for nod. The fingers withdrew, trailing wetness down over his lower lip and chin. Closing his eyes and burying his face in Sebastian's shoulder, he tried not to let any sound escape him as the hand tugged down his undergarments. His legs tensed as he felt fingers brush over his thighs. When they moved up to circle the base of his cock, he bit down on the collar of Sebastian's jacket.
"Stop that," Ciel hissed, his face flushed with shame as he felt himself begin to react to the touch. Sebastian's gloves were soft, but not soft enough to feel anything but rough as they stroked sensitive flesh. It hurt, but like everything to do with Sebastian, there was something strangely seductive under the pain.
"Is that an order, young master?" Sebastian's voice was unconcerned. He shifted slightly, forcing Ciel back further against the wall to free his other hand.
Gritting his teeth, Ciel wrapped his legs around Sebastian's waist and pressed up against him. "No," he whispered, sounding less authoritative than he would have liked.
"Ah." Sebastian stroked him once, twice more, the tips of the fingers of his other hand flicking teasingly inside him. Ciel muffled his cry into Sebastian's shoulder as he came, all but clinging to him as he shook.
He didn't complain when Sebastian set him down against the wall and cleaned him off with a handkerchief. With a sigh, the butler stripped off his jacket and gloves, wrinkling his nose at them distastefully. "Please excuse me, young master. Will you wait here while I change?"
Ciel glared, but all he could manage was a faint murmur of assent.
"Much better," Sebastian smirked.
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