Cielois Oneshots

Friends (with Benefits)

Man oh man oh man oh man it's so bad oh man ifk idk idk idk I need Jesus
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It always seemed to lack finesse, the way their tongues tangled together in a hot-minute. Of course, it didn't matter much, who were they impressing? They were only Friends with Benefits. In a moment of heat and need as the younger's fingers ran down the other's sides and rubbed in the very spot he knew would make him squeal in pleasure, a hushed moan in the large room that seemed so small as it heated up and suddenly the shorts and jacket became too much. He opted to rip them off instead, to just lay there with him, their faces pressed together in horny and needy teenage desperation as their lips moved and moulded together, almost perfectly, he noted.

Ah, friends with benefits. A no-strings-attached agreement between two sexually frustrated partners who needed a way of letting it out without going out. So simple, yet so unappreciated. Neither of them were very good with commitment, but they were good with licking and prodding and padding at each other in ways that are considered dangerously sinful and shameless. But that's what it was. Sinful and shameless. And hot. Very much so.

They ended up both stripped to their boxers, Alois on top of Ciel as they just stared down at each other. Alois looked deep into his eyes, pupils blown wide in utter lust, the eyepatch long gone. Alois's eyes had probably mirrored his, the icy blue irises just barely an outline at this point. He took a moment to admire his work, a tent in Ciel's boxers, a trail of blossoming bruises along his stomach and chest, littering his hip-bones and even a few between his thighs. He was feeling rather adventurous today, and Ciel didn't mind in the least, if the dark spot in his bloomers were anything to go by.

Beautiful.

And after the long silence, catching breaths and exchanging lustful and shy looks, their lips were latched together again as they continued on this way in fervour. Just another Wednesday in the Trancy Estate, of course.

Minutes that felt like hours passed, and after they had both finished, they sat up and collected their clothes, shrugging them on lazily and still basking in the post-coital glow. The most blissful high you could ever receive. Alois glanced over to Ciel quickly, etching the picture of him counting the bruises and bites in the mirror into the walls of his brain. Such a beautiful specimen, the Phantomhive boy was. The way he walked, the way he spoke, the way he held himself, but most importantly, the way he looked pressed against Alois's satin bedsheets, begging him for more as their hips pressed together teasingly on Trancy's part.

He shook the dirty image out of his head in favour to look back to him again, collecting his thoughts as he pulled his shorts up and secured them around his waist.

"So I'll see you tomorrow in homeroom, won't I?" He asked, an expectant tone in his voice.

"Don't you always? When do I miss school?" Ciel replied, his usual bored tone of voice setting back in as he finally tied the patch in place and let his hair fall over his eyes again. The blue-black locks were lightly damp from sweat due to their previous activities, Alois realized with a tilt of his lip. "I'm just asking out of courtesy, and to be polite. It's not exactly like you like me talking about the way you sounded when--"

"Trancy," he warned, glaring at him. "I won't touch you for a month if you finish that sentence."

"You know that's a lie. I could call you up telling you just how much I needed you," he countered, smirking as he stalked closer and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, lithe fingers dancing softly along the fabric while resting his chin on the opposite side and whispering delicately, "just how much I needed you close, oh, so close," he continued, smirking at the way Ciel shivered. "Oh Ciel~ there, please~ touch me there~" he breathed teasingly, moaning softly with full knowledge it'd get a reaction out of the other boy.