"Master, may I make a request?"

"What is it, Sebastian?"

Leaning in close, Sebastian whispered, "Close your eyes."

Ciel enjoyed this game. With his eyes shut, forgotten sensations came into focus. Bright orange blazed behind his eyelids as he leaned with palms digging into dewy grass. He smelled the honeysuckle bushes further along the bending path. A tree branch rustled overhead, and a crow cawed.

Crows were the only birds ever heard during their strolls together.

Buttons were tugged and released, and Ciel's heart fluttered. Brisk, lazy wind tingled over his bare chest. Cotton slipped over his shoulders and pooled around his wrists. A breeze tousled his hair… or was that Sebastian's hand?

Ciel was familiar with Sebastian's bare touch. Cotton gloves stifled the burn of the demon's contact. He jumped from a caress down his neck, cool and fluttering. Was Sebastian still wearing gloves?

He felt such softness trail to his chest, circling around a nipple, and sighed as it played from one to another. Perhaps Sebastian's gloves were made of silk, but what a ridiculous notion. Even still, Sebastian's hands were grasping, urgent, whereas this touch bore no weight by comparison.

Ciel leaned back on elbows as the cool satin sensation worked over his belly, making lazy circles, as if to tighten a coil within him. It dipped over his navel and Ciel gasped from this erogenous sensation. How could something as fragile and fleeting strike at the core?

The sun burned through eyelids, his cheeks blazed from this attention, and he was inflamed to understand this touch.

As if Sebastian could sense his frustration, Ciel felt a tickle under his nose, and sweet honeysuckle was overpowered by a heady, powdery aroma. He kissed velvet, thinner than paper, layers that fluttered over parted, panting lips.

"My master's favorite."