Earl Phantomhive sighed as he finished signing his last paper work. He had been busily shuffling through paperwork since he'd woken up, and it was already near supper time.

"Sebastion." The powerful name rolled off the Earl's small, delicate tongue, and rippled across the spacious room. On command, the wooden oak doors to the Earl's study creaked open. A gloved hand made its way through the gap first, followed by a lean body clad in a pitch-black butler attire. An ethereal handsome face soon follows, completing the image of his beloved.

"Yes, bochann?" Ciel shivers at the way the endearing nickname wraps around his small frame, teasing and loving. Ciel's clear orbs trace the porcelain cheekbones, so sharp Michelangelo would have approved of them. In fact, the Earl was sure he had. Slowly, the maggots of indecent thought creep into Ciel's otherwise pure soul.

Silk clad hands, long and slender, so different from his own childish fingers. Sliding teasing down my own blouse, silk against silk, small hips against a wider one - "My, my Bocchan, you shouldn't have such thoughts against me, a mere servant." The devil smirked hellishly. Caught off guard, Ciel didn't realize that he had broken his quill in his hands until the ink seeped though his sleeve, staining his china skin. "W-what are you speaking about, you damn demon!"

Chucking at how Ciel Phantomhive was stuttering, Sebastian smiled devilishly. "I'm glad to know you like my cheekbones, Bochann." Utterly stunned, the Earl could not help but splutter. "How? What? I don't-"
"Didn't I tell you, Bochann? A demon is able to see the deepest desires."

Flushing crimson, Ciel knew there was no way escaping this damned creature. If you can't win, play along.
"And I thought it was your job to fulfill them?"
"Acting coy now are we master?" Sebastian remarked as he leaned in to gently nip at the young boy's ear. At the same time, he gently removed the broken feather from Ciel's hands, licking the ink away.

Lifting the Earl onto the mahogany desk, Sebastian peeled away the layers of fabric separating them. "I'm glad I'm your deepest desire, Bochann." The butler whispered into his master's ear, enjoying the way Ciel shuddered under him.

Growling slightly, Ciel grabbed at the butler's ironed collar, roughly pulling Sebastian's face towards his. Their lips clashed together, more teeth than tongue, but neither of them minding. Feeling his master's discomfort, Sebastian was quick to soften the kiss, only to have Ciel roughly take his breath away. As quick as it happened, Ciel pulled apart, gasping slightly. Heterochromatic eyes narrowed, Ciel held his lover's beautiful face in his hands. "Don't ever say your merely a butler. You're not just a servant in my eyes." Stunned, Sebastian for once was held wordless. Not knowing what to say, he could only to do what he did best. Sass.

"Glad to know you think my face is beautiful, master."