Snippet #1291815

With an ungraceful crash, the thirteen-year-old bustles himself into Ciel’s bedroom sending a teacart awry to bang into the wall. The boy had become impatient from waiting on the door to open. With his long hands on his hips to push aside his purple coat and show off his booty shorts, the boy simply smiles at the young Phantomhive heir and his butler, eyeing the mess of spilled tea that he made expectantly as if waiting on a reaction. Would Ciel be wonderfully furious? Would Sebastian bend to clean the filth? Would Claude scold him? Ah…the magnificent ideas that were swirling inside his young mind!

With a playful little smirk, he puts a finger to his lips. Ah…it was terrible that Ciel was sitting…he could have done this to him instead! The blonde quickly pranced forwards with his arms outstretched. Before anything could be done, they were around the man clad in black, wrapping around them like a woman who had not seen her lover for quite some time. “Hullo Sebastian!” Quickly, he breathed in the demon’s scent. Sebastian always did smell nicer that Claude. With a mischievous look, the blonde peeked over the man’s shoulder to pleasure himself in Ciel’s expression.