Kitchen Boy

III

This was so weird and cringey to write! It's been so long since I've done a lemon! 😳 Please enjoy!

The frustration of being a demon bound by contract is so intense, that demon will take release in any form it comes. Years of servitude and subservience without appreciation leaves a bitter creature hungry and lusting for some respite. Therefore, although they don't need it, when a demon is offered sex they become wild, ferocious with an insatiable need for pleasure. When Claude offers, it ignites that ember in Sebastian that every contracted demon carries in the fire pit of their black heart.

How can the Phantomhive butler resist?

Sebastian shuffles away from his workstation to an empty counter, where he won't be disturbed in his movements. He unbuttons his tailcoat, slipping it off his shoulders, the action erotic in itself, placing it neatly over the back of a chair. His dark crimson eyes focusing on Claude, he grips the shelf above and drapes himself over the counter, raising his legs with the dexterity of a contortionist. "What are you waiting for?" He demands, growling in animalistic need.

The Trancey butler smirks, letting his own coat drop to he floor in a crumpled heap. His glasses land on top of it, tongue sliding from his mouth so his mark glows in the dim light of the room. His shirt is unbuttoned slower, teasing Sebastian with each rolling muscle and swing of his strong hips. Walking up, Claude slams his palms onto the wood, forcing it to spring back. The aggressive action makes Sebastian snarl in heat, the escalating danger so deliciously desirable.

Some external force tells them what positions to take. It's almost innate, the smaller and less ruthless butler lying back, awaiting his partner's orders. Following that lead. Claude undresses the rest of Sebastian, hastily without consideration of foreplay. The former begins to free his own member from the constricting confines of his pants, dropping them and letting his election spring to life.

It's average, for a human male. But thick and too big for Sebastian, with years of chastity (of that end anyway) leaving him taut and inexperienced, his human body defective. Claude spits on his own penis, rubbing into the tissue to soften and slicken the exterior. He uses excess saliva on his fingers to spread around Sebastian's entrance, testing the waters every so often by pressing a finger deep inside his rectum.

By now, Sebastian is mewling like a lost kitten, blush darkening his pale face. He's squirming in need, almost demanding Claude take him this very second. The ludicrous notion leads him to roll his hips in want, arching his feline back to accommodate the larger demon's intrusions. Once he is prepared and Claude's penis is equally lubricated with saliva, the large butler grips Sebastian's longer hair, pulling his head back and biting deeply into his neck just as he pushes through his entrance.

The sex is rough and intense. Claude's masculine power play and Sebastian's kitten instincts make for a bloody transition. Sebastian claws and rips at Claude's back and grips his ass harshly with long, black fingernails. Claude forces Sebastian down, leaving puce bruises on his neck, which will heal quickly with his demon's advantage.

It's inevitable that Sebastian cums first. Long, thick strands shooting high into the air, such a long time without this wonderful stimulation. Centuries in fact, since he has been take like this. I'm the heat of an intense orgasm he screams, his human voice echoing around the corridors of Trancey manor, spreading its depravity in a house where lost souls recoil at the horrors of their past.

When Claude cums, he bites harshly down on Sebastian's shoulder, blood pouring from the open wound. In a second, or maybe less, he's off, cleaning up with a warm rag and dressing in his sharp suit once again, adjusting his glasses tentatively on the bridge of his nose. A bell ringers from the rack on the wall, signalling their Masters are falling for them. "You need some time to recover," Claude decides. "It certainly wouldn't do to serve dinner to your Master in this state. Begin preparations for the meal,"

He walks out, leaving Sebastian to wipe down the counters, mop the floor and make dinner. Tasks he performs extremely efficiently while the wound on his should heals with lightning speed. Eventually the Spider returns, picking up the plate for Alois while Sebastian would deliver Ciel's.

"You may want to replace your gloves," Claude comments smugly as he notices Sebastian's bare hands, the seal beaming out as dark purple, contrasting starkly with his pale skin. "If your Master is as much of a stickler for details as I suspect, he'll likely question you,"

Sebastian blushes again, but for an entirely different reason.