As Time Goes On - A SebaCiel Story

Chapter 31: Desire

(Author's Warning ⚠️: This chapter includes graphically sexual scenes that are most likely incredibly cringeworthy as this is my first time writing something this explicit and I may delete this)

The days following our return to the Manor, I could not stop thinking about him. The way he looks at me with such passion, the way his scent rubs off on my clothes. The way he messes with my hair. The way he speaks of me, as if he was in possession of the most beautiful person in the world.

And the way I see myself now... I barely recognise the man I have become.

A broken child with a stubbornness that could rival Lucifer himself, turned into an adolescent with a wound that could never be healed and didn't want it to happen. To become a man who is finally free of my wounds, though I still feel the pain that lingers from their existence.

To be in love with someone after so many days of loneliness, with only my pride holding me back.

Yet here I am, a man who is worshipped as though he were a God by a demon who is cursed to consume my existence.

"My Lord, I will be in the pantry again today, so if you require anything, you may need to use the contract symbol to contact me." He announces as he lists off his tasks in the early morning light.

"Alright, I hope your work goes well." I smile for him, trying to be supportive of him. It's the least I can do after keeping him so busy.

"Always to your satisfaction. I hope you don't get too bored during your paperwork. I promise I will help you go through the pile once I'm done with my tasks."

"Thank you for your help, I truly appreciate what you do for me, Sebastian."

"I love you too." He replies with a wink as he closes the door to my bedchamber. Leaving me alone with my thoughts.

One Hour Later

My mind drifts to more...animalistic places as my pen scribbles my signature onto more paperwork than I care to have.

But I can't focus on such trivial things as images of Sebastian's...beautiful body flicker before me. And that feeling begins to grow within me.

An exciting tingle that I cannot ignore...one that happens to form something more than familiar to me between my thighs. Which makes the particular object in question make a very noticeable appearance.

This time though, my lover isn't in the room to take care of it for me...so why not do it myself?

As I brush my hand against the rather large bulge in my trousers to test the waters, a rush of pleasure follows suit, resulting in a rather loud moan escapes me. Yet I don't care.

That's when I try to unbutton those trousers, try being the word of importance.

Whining, I fiddle with the buttons as my bulge becomes more persistent. Needing the relief that I am unable to give it.

That's when I suck in my stomach, sliding my hand through the very tight space only to moan again as my hand finally reaches what was so desperately screaming for attention.

The more I rub the harder it is to conceal my pleasure, spreading my legs so widely that I can barely relax, my head tilted so far back that I am unable to see when the door so silently opens and closes.

It's only when I hear the voice of my lover that I finally lift my head up, biting my lip as I continue to stroke myself so slowly. Looking up at him through lidded eyes.