The butler felt his lips slit his face in two, and for once he didn't hide it so precariously. Oh, the sight of his feast warbling below him, marble skin tainted with the flush of arousal - all of this was a seasoning, an added flavor to his brewing meal. The excitement hitched in the notches of his throat, and the hunger ached deeply, but Sebastian knew consequences came from lingering on enticing thoughts.

"Young master, you're responding much quicker than I am accustomed to," The demon sighed, gloved digits popping pearl buttons and shuffling cloth to reveal his masters skin. Colbalt stared up at him, clear with lust but still focused with embitterment.

"Don't mock me."

Oh, how delicious this bird was. Thousands of years consisting of nothing but slaughter after slaughter, the devil had hardly known one human from another. His ebony-laqued fingers laced their way between Ciel's thighs, and amusement bubbled up when the child arched his back, mewling behind fastened lips. "No need to hide, my Lord," the butler hushed with a promise, now shifting closer and pressing against him. "I will make you into the most delicious feast."

Ah, slender legs wrapped around the width of his back, pushing deep into that melting flesh and soft wetness, and nothing could be heard but gasps and sweat. Intimacy invoked silence between them, neither daring to allow the harsh weight of words interrupt the flow like rocks in a stream. It was all soft, quiet, and through bloody-eyes and oceanic ones they connected deeper than where they were joined. Master and servant, prey and hunter - their relationship was a flipped mirror during the panting moments of grasping pleasure.

"Ahn, Sebas-" Punishment for breaking the silence was delivered with a saliva-coated kiss, their wet mouths and teeth pulling and sucking at each other. But their coveted quietness couldn't last long as the peak of desire came, coaxing forth both a human and demonic climax of pearly white paintdrops.

Sebastian could feel the blood painted over the corner of his mouth, so he licked and suckled the wine-esque substance. Clearly, in the heat he had bitten the young masters tongue. Below him, the human boy, still breathing tufts of air, demanded that Sebastian do something. "You bit me," He hissed, voice low and trembling.

"I'll attend to you right away."

Ah, but someday I will bite much more, Young Master. And on that day, I will not save you.

All of you will be mine.