Claimed (SebastianXCiel)

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Slender arms snaked around the waist of a tiny ashen-haired male, and pallid lips grazed across the small shoulder.

“You’re doing well; any teacher would think you hid the answer key in your pocket,” a deep voice purred into a cream-colored ear.

The teen turned in his seat, sapphire eyes glinting up into crimson ones. “For all they know, I am.” he purred back. He reached up, and dug his small fingers into ebony hair, tugging it down to crash his lips against his, prying his mouth open, and exploring the familiar cavern.

The older male purred in delight, scooting the dining chair out, and kneeling down before the teen, running his large hands down his thighs. The male had on a baggy black t-shirt, the hem of said t-shirt brushing his exposed thighs. It was safe to say that the ashen-haired male had stolen the shirt from the elder, clad only in boxers.

“Are you cheating?” the elder grumbled into the kiss.

“Mmm- for all you know.” the teen responded, smirk playing on his lips.

The man pulled back, eyebrow raised curiously, and massaging the exposed, supple thighs. “Yet, here you are solving content I haven’t even taught you in Trig yet with practiced ease. I haven’t even made an answer key- I just drew it up off the top of my head.”

The ashen-haired male grazed his thumb over the man’s chin, crinkling his nose cutely, and smiling. “Then, I guess, that makes me one hell of a genius... Professor.”

The older growled, pressing forward to lean into the boy’s chest, nuzzling it. “Ciel, I thought I told you to only call me that when we’re in class.” he muttered, voice muffled slightly by the teen’s shirt.

The corners of Ciel’s lips lifted in a small smile, and he combed his fingers through his ebony hair. “Right... but I can call you professor, whenever I want.” he teased, “You are, after all, my Trig professor.” 

“True- but at home... you call me by my name.” he insisted, crimson eyes flicking up at the boy.

Ciel rolled his eyes, sighing. “Fine, Sebastian.”

Sebastian smiled, moving up to peck Ciel’s full lips. He stood, leaning down to place another kiss to his forehead; “Much better.” he murmured.

Ciel rolled his eyes, turning back to the paper he had been working on; Sebastian had always had nice handwriting, almost like print. Ciel’s handwriting, however, was chicken-scratch- only readable if he really wanted it to be. Math was about the only thing that anyone could clearly see him work through without asking.

Ciel tapped his temple with the lead pencil in his fingers, and looked back over his shoulder. “Do you really want me to finish this, or...?”

“Finish it,” Sebastian automatically said, “Never leave your work unfinished, or abandoned...” he quirked a small smile, crossing his arms as he moved to lean against the dining room table. “... I like seeing you working- they way you concentrate is absolutely addicting.”

Ciel snorted, shaking his head, a smile playing his lips as he worked through the last problem. As he worked, he indeed felt Sebastian’s eyes on him, and even more so when he felt his hot breath on his shoulder.

dressed only in a black wife-beater and plain white boxers, he turned, quirking his eyebrow as he finished the problem with a single flick of his pencil- not even looking as he wrote the final number.

“Yes? Can I help you?” he asked, secretly loving the close proximity.

“Mmm, I think you can.” Sebastian said huskily, moving behind the boy, and resting his head on his shoulder. He kissed his neck, and lapped at the skin with his soft tongue. Ciel groaned appreciatively, tilting his head to the side to allow better access.