Sebastian knows he fucked up. He did everything opposite of what he wanted to do. He was mad at himself for shutting down and running his mouth without thinking.
He wanted to tell Ciel that he wants him to come back, that he would even just talk to him, and instead of that he made Ciel walk away to do God knows what in a bathroom stall.
But, I suppose Sebastian is only good at fucking up everything.
He just scoffs, turning and exiting the club, quickly putting a cigarette to his mouth and lighting it, looking up at the night sky, sighing out softly as he tried to understand what he was feeling.
It was unknown to him, he only knew how to be wanted and throwing people away after he gave them what they wanted.
He's never had to pursue someone. He's never had to do things to keep someone around. He didn't know how to hold commitments, or whatever this was. All he knew is that he wanted Ciel back in his bed. He wanted to hear his giggle and see his smile.
It was gross, but he wanted so many fluffy things and it was irking him to no end.
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Never felt this way before
FanfictionCiel meets a man that brings out sexual desires he never knew he had.
