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His Young Master regarded him with an objective eye, circling him slowly. “Do you think it will be prone to breaking, Sebastian?”
To help emphasize his response, Sebastian tested the binds with as much human strength as he could imitate. The chord creaked but did not give. “I do not think so, Young Master. Unless one employs the assistance of a knife.”
Ciel paused behind Sebastian, arms crossed and a finger pressed to his lips, as if in thought. “Well, at least we know that much. Do you think it will be easy to shrug off during a struggle?”
“Not unless one has the skill to, Young Master.”
Ciel reached forward and hooked that finger he had pressed against his mouth around a section of rope and tugged. Sebastian was obliged to take a step backward to keep his balance. “Hmm, yes. You are right. It does seem sturdy.” When Ciel tugged this time, it was with direction and Sebastian found himself walking backwards and eventually sitting unceremoniously on Ciel’s chair.
Sebastian looked up at his Young Master, resisting the urge to quirk his brow. “What is it, Young Master?”
Ciel moved to straddle Sebastian’s lap, much like how he would straddle a stool, hands on both Sebastian’s shoulders to secure his balance. “I was thinking if the chord would be strong enough to hold even adults.” Ciel wiggled forward a bit, trying to get comfortable. “If the product is, then perhaps I could adapt the product for adults. Give them something more entertaining during The Season rather than waltzing or courting or whatever else they’d prefer doing at debuts.”
That little voice that had been telling Sebastian that Ciel was expanding rested its case. Sebastian shifted his legs in response to Ciel’s wiggling, managing to provide a better seat for Ciel but at the same time, bringing his legs together and effectively trapping himself. “Young Master, I do believe the purpose in debuts is to introduce marriageable daughters to eligible bachelors and not to play games.”
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But cord is spelt cord. I couldn't bare to see it spelt chord any longer//
And now I feel awful that I am now going to say that I really want you to continue cause tied-up-sebastian is awesome.
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Thank you so much for the tip! I will be correcting the next section then.
*is currently writing*
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Sebastian barely noticed when his lips grew warm from Ciel’s mouth pressing gently, his eyes hooding. Ciel must have forgotten to wipe his mouth after dessert. His lips were sweet, prompting Sebastian to wipe his mouth for him with his tongue.
Ciel smiled against him, slipping a hand from Sebastian’s shoulder to thread through the short hair at the back of his head and clenched gently. Sebastian’s head jerked backward in response, allowing Ciel access to his neck. The young man’s teeth were sharp enough to send a wave of goose pimples across Sebastian’s skin and the ghost of a moan to form at the back of his throat.
Sebastian’s arms worked against the cord to no avail. Without his concentration, he could barely even loosen the binds. Ciel was making sure that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate any time soon, making short work of Sebastian’s tie and tossing it aside to work next on the buttons of his shirt and, as if just remembering, his vest. Sebastian’s chest was soon enough exposed to Ciel, moving downwards and painting a trail of cold wet with the tip of his tongue.
Sebastian didn’t realize what the hot heaviness was against his thigh until Ciel’s mouth latched on to his nipple. His Young Master was hard, humping Sebastian’s thigh almost leisurely as he suckled him, a hand wandering to tease the other nipple. Sebastian felt his own cock responding to Ciel, straining against the front of his slacks. Sebastian knew if he starting protesting now, he wouldn’t make much sense anyway.
Ciel made his way downwards until he was kneeling on the floor, hands working-a little unsteadily-on Sebastian’s button and his zipper and Ciel’s mouth was nibbling through the fabric of Sebastian’s underwear. The butler tried harder to wrestle against the cord but he knew he was fighting a losing battle. Especially when-oh GOD-Ciel took him out and gave the tip of his cock an experimental lick.
Sebastian threw his head back, breath heavy and shallow and suddenly so dizzy. He hadn’t noticed his legs spreading to allow Ciel to scoot closer. Sebastian thought in the very back of his head that this was humiliating but that was quickly dismissed when he saw Ciel take him into his mouth, his good eye hooded and looking up at him. Ciel’s hand was clumsy as they kneaded Sebastian’s sac through his slacks, his other hand moving from Ciel’s chest and down between his own legs.
“Young Master,” Sebastian’s voice was a little over a whisper, “Stop. Let me…”
Ciel did not obey, taking Sebastian deeper into his mouth. The butler bit back a groan, taking a sharp breath to clear his head. Through the dark curtain of his bangs, he could see that Ciel was getting lost. Not very sure on what to do next. So Sebastian tried again, this time managing to steadier, but not necessarily sterner, voice.
“Young Master, untie me. Or at the very least, come up here.”
The young man chose the latter, releasing Sebastian’s cock after a long suck before climbing up onto his lap. Sebastian could see that Ciel’s other hand had not stopped kneading his own erection. So cute, Sebastian thought, the corners of his mouth curling. He pressed his lips against Ciel’s temple, whispering, “It’s not very fair of you to leave me bound like this.”
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“I would agree, but my arms are still bound. Had they not been, I would be happy to oblige you, Young Master.” Sebastian made it a point to capture Ciel’s eyes with his and look down at Ciel’s hand very slowly. “You really should release me.” At this point, Sebastian’s back was most uncomfortable, but that was only second to the tenting in his slacks.
The Young Master’s response was to sit up and push his shorts and underwear down to his thighs. “Not when we’re almost done testing the product, Sebastian.” He reached into his shorts pocket and extracted a slim small bottle of amber fluid. Twisting the cork off with his teeth, Ciel spilled the liquid into his palm-it smelled like crushed jasmine-and reached back to steady Sebastian’s cock.
Sebastian held his breath as Ciel lowered himself but couldn’t stop the long low moan from escaping his throat as he met initial resistance and then finally the slow agonizing entrance. Finally, after what seemed like decades Sebastian was completely settled, he let out his breath, checking to see if his Young Master was fine. Ciel was biting his lip to keep himself admirably silent, face scrunched up between pain and pleasure.
“Are you all right?”
Ciel all but gasped his answer, voice trembling. “I-I’m fine! Move, Sebastian”--and then very quietly--“Please.”
And he did. They managed it as quietly as they could, whimpers and groans and sighs the only sounds escaping their mouths, accentuated by the slapping of flesh against flesh. Sebastian no longer noticed the aching in his back, or the numbness of his arms as he watched Ciel’s face tightening at the edges of release, felt Ciel clench around him, quiver; Sebastian’s own sense of control scrambling for whatever was left of it-until the world finally melted into something blinding hot and tingling and beautiful and they silenced their cries into each others mouths, lips sealed.
After a long while, Sebastian felt his arms crying for attention again-perhaps their last cries before they died? How long has it been-, especially when he had tried to cradle Ciel in their after glow. “Young Master…the binds. Please.”
Ciel was drowsy but far more obedient, reaching behind Sebastian and undoing the complicated knots he’d administered himself. Free at least, Sebastian hung his arms limply on either side, resting his head atop Ciel’s and allowing himself to drift into sleep, Ciel already ahead of him.
[Anon is embarrassed at major fail. Will go hide now.]
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'tis always good to see a bit of tying-up.
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I am happy to have written this.
it has popped my kinkmeme cherry.
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*orgasm*
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Don't ever stop writing anon! Never!
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Thank you!
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Thank you!
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