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"Sex. That is what you crave, that is what you get… Take me… now." smutty Ciel/Alois

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Please take it from here… Ciel…

Flaccid, lurid fingers hesitantly lingered at the hem of the black booty shorts, shaking with cautious uncertainty. Please take it from here, Ciel… That very sentence settled into his musings with such ease, and it seemed that it would be a permanent visitor. What nerved Ciel the most, however, was Alois's tone—the malicious, alluring, seductive voice that emitted from the blonde's mouth had a way of firmly grasping Ciel's mind and bending it in unfathomable ways. The blue-haired boy felt as if he was just a pathetic little puppet under the vicious control of the blonde, his hands and words effortlessly guiding Ciel's every single movement. His usually calm and steely composure seemed to melt away with but a simple, lustful whisper a la the blonde; Ciel had no restraint for himself, nor had he any control over the lewd thoughts embedding themselves in his head. Apparently, he could feel that he had a lack of control over his lascivious-induced actions, either.

His fingers tugged at the soft cloth with childish need. Sweat quickly began to accumulate in the midpoint of his forehead, traces of doubt and skepticism illuminating from his sapphire orbs. Questions pertaining to the possible corollaries that would come out of his own carelessness began to poke at his mind annoyingly, incessantly nagging him to no end.

The bad—he knew that, sooner or later in his numbered days, he would regret ever having done something as vile as… well, acts of intimacy… and with a boy nonetheless! This very boy he would be performing dirty acts upon was also, unfortunately, some sort of enemy to the blue-haired boy; degrading himself to sharing fruitful acts of supposed affection with a boy whom he—with, of course, a firm sureness—referred to as someone he highly detested with a passion was something he could never imagine himself doing.

However, the good—though he was still a pure virgin, he had quite an extensive knowledge on sex and the like, for he was constantly surrounded by bastardized, perverted old men who seemed to only talk about that very subject. Undying pleasure… salacious satisfaction… gratification from dominance… all this inveigled him into a world of endless contemplation and need. The sweet promises of such a vulgar act seemed too good to be true, yet he found himself absolutely yearning for it. A small sample, even, would be good enough for him, for as long he could fulfill the guaranteed euphoric pleasure proclaimed by many, he would live by 'til he slept in death's arms, knowing full well the authenticity of lustful bliss.

His fingers tugged at the cloth again, this time with indescribable and unadulterated exigencies. Alois was well aware of the sudden urgency present in both Ciel's jittery body and his wavering lips, as a very bemused smirk plastered itself on the blonde's face. He nodded with substantial assurance, glancing at the blue-haired boy, undeniable approval beaming out from his malicious smile. "Well, Ciel," exhorted he, that very smile slowly but surely growing into a maddening grin. "Ad hominem. Physical attraction as opposed to personal attraction… to intellect… to personality." The blonde gracefully traced a slender finger against Ciel's jawline, feeling as it tensed in an instant upon contact. "Your mind is like day to me—illuminated, free of shadows…" He paused. "Sex." The word trickled down his tongue and into Ciel's ear, provoking even more perverted musings. "That is what you crave, that is what you get. Take me… now."

The blue-haired boy gulped. But, without a bout of hesitation, Ciel's fingers performed one final yank as the black cloth slid down the blonde's creamy legs, revealing the masterpiece carefully hidden underneath—almost, anyway. Ciel scrutinized the throbbing bulge, almost made visible because of the blonde's half-translucent undergarments. The way it palpitated, screaming and absolutely yearning for freedom, made Ciel lick his chapping lips with hunger.

In his own trousers were a similar predicament, he realized. The way his penis fumbled and writhed for that very liberty was very uncomfortable for him; Alois seemed to have noticed the restrained pain washing over Ciel's dilating eyes, thus making him bend down on his knees and probing at Ciel's trousers. The blue-haired boy heaved out a stentorian moan, a waterfall compromising solely of his perspiration dripping down the side of his neck. With feigned innocence, the blonde ogled up at him, his eyes pleading with that very want Ciel had been tortured with before. To chastise him with such a seductiveness was not necessary, however, as the blue-haired boy was already drowning in an abysmal ocean of lust. He was well aware he would never be able to swim back to the uncorrupted surface, untainted by such vile sentiments as this. Though, there was something inside him that made him think, I don't fucking care.

"Take it out and suck, you filthy dog," Ciel ordered with an overbearing authority, much to the surprise of the blonde. It was not an unpleasant surprise, however; it seemed that the blonde was very much regaled by such a sudden change of tone a la Ciel. The salacious side of Ciel attracted him, so much more than the usual haughty and pompous brat-like persona he displayed daily. So there has been a lusty devil hiding inside him all along… he thought bemusedly, a large grin forming on his face.

In one swift motion, Alois stripped Ciel of his trousers, revealing his aching erection. The blonde began to twiddle with the head, mildly blowing onto it. The fervor of his breathe sent Ciel drowning deeper and deeper into that bottomless abyss of lust, the torridity of it provoking subdued groans to escape the blue-haired boy's lips. The blonde continued breathing onto Ciel's throbbing member, increasing the blue-haired boy's impatience; with a newfound forcefulness he himself was unaware of, Ciel seized numerous locks of platinum blonde into his fist and forced the boy's face onto his member, his penis slapping one of Alois's reddening cheeks. Flabbergasted at such an unexpected action, the blonde stared at the blue-haired boy's cock on his cheek with a dumbfounded expression, shivering slightly at the pulsating vibrations it emitted. The pre-cum dribbling down the side of the exposed member began to drip onto Alois's face, slowly embellishing him in intricate patterns of pearly liquid.

A wicked smile graced his lips as he reached for Ciel's cock, trailing the tips of his fingers along the sides of it with a feather-like touch. Then, without so much as batting an eyelash, the blonde enveloped his lips around Ciel's girth, taking in the entirety of the blue-haired boy's cock inside his mouth. The feeling of Alois's wet cavern surrounding him… the way his tongue frantically swished around his member with such vigor… how the blonde teased his legs by trailing his pallid hands up and down them… it was intense but all too-good for the young blue-haired boy. The blonde proceeded to deep-throating Ciel's dick, squeezing his balls with brutal force. The sweet, sweet moans being emitted from Ciel's mouth only fired both of them up and made the blonde's actions more brisk and strenuous. It wasn't long before Ciel's cries escalated to an extremely stentorian volume, his panting having stopped abruptly and the entirety of his body emitting pleasure-filled spasms upon having reached climax. A profusion of sultry, white cum flooded Alois's mouth, almost to the point of choking him; regardless, the blonde swallowed every last drop of liquid, his own body having paroxysms of pure and utter pleasure. The taste of Ciel's saccharine-esque yet salty cum lingered in the whole of the blonde's mouth, his tongue swishing around in an attempt to savor more of the delectable flavor.

Ciel gazed at his still-throbbing member with half-lidded eyes, lust fully overcoming his entire body. Amazement engulfed his thoughts. Such exorbitant pleasure was possible even only through oral? If that is so, I wonder what actual sex would be like… The young earl scoffed to himself, his attention diverting towards the cum-covered blonde who was currently lapping up the stray puddles of ejaculatory fluids on the floor. Much like a damn cat, the blue-haired boy thought with loathing seeping in-between his musings.

With simple and facile movements, the blue-haired boy was able to tug off the half-translucent undergarments of the blonde, abandoning them to the side. Alois let out a squeak of surprise, yet there were hints of mirth and amusement hidden deep within his squeal. Ciel disregarded this and roughly groped the blonde's butt cheeks, spreading them aside with no regards to the fragility of it. The blonde, again, let out a squeak; though, it was filled with a mixture of pain and anticipation.

His childish screeches withered down to short whimpers and pants as the blue-haired boy began to shove a gaunt finger inside Alois's hole, moving back and forth in an unbearably slow fashion. His fluctuating movements began to increase in speed spontaneously as the blue-haired boy inserted another skinny finger—and yet another. The tight feeling of Alois's skin engulfing the blue-haired boy's fingers—practically devouring them with such ease—was surprisingly pleasant; the taut feeling caused Ciel's erection to revert back to a standing position immediately as he steadily increased the pace of which his fingers penetrated the other boy, both heaving out huffs in a somewhat simultaneous pattern. Then, as the two let out two final, pained gasps, a shower of white erupted from their penises and sprinkled them with a jubilee of an apogee of pleasure.

Completely fatigued and sweating uncontrollably, the bromidic blue-haired boy plopped down on the floor, his chest drastically rising and falling. Alois stared at the serene beauty of a post-sex Ciel, decorated prettily with lace-like threads of ejaculatory fluids. Then he stared at his own hands, which were soaked with an amalgam of their semen. He wrapped his tongue around his fingers, and one by one, starting with his slender pinky, lapped up the white liquid as if he were but a young dirty kitten, cleaning oneself with childish innocence. However, he knew he was far from being unsullied and lily-white; he was a salacious devil trapped inside the body of a pretty, angelic boy; he was an absolute monster, deranged by an immoral childhood, traumatized by endless and painful debaucheries….

Peccavi… He had no sense of ethical values whatsoever. All that passed by his young corrupted mind were what the average person frowned upon: bittersweet vengeance to the point of violence, selling himself to a ferocious demon, having sex with a minor… He has done all this, and in his twisted little mind, he only found himself smiling at such magnificent "accomplishments". He didn't particularly care for what other's thought, nor did he feel his conscience would be scolding him for his actions—not that he actually had a conscience, anyhow.

The blonde looked at Ciel again, who seemed to be on the verge of fainting. And, trite as they both were, Alois still yearned for more; the mastodonic and lustful appetite bubbling in the pit of his stomach was still unsatisfied. It would stop at nothing until the satisfaction it needed was thoroughly fulfilled. He would stop at nothing to fulfill the wretched emptiness inside him.

Alois slid himself atop the bromidic boy and began to roughly toy with his still-hardened nipples. This earned him an aggravated yet pleasure-filled moan out of Ciel's mouth, his form squirming under Alois's slight pressure. "A-Alois, stop," the blue-haired boy gasped out, his body shivering with unwelcomed euphoria. "Y… you f-fucking bastard…"

His vulgar statement didn't seem to faze the blonde; rather, it only proved to somehow increase Alois's libido by a substantial amount. "How can you say that when you're like this?" The young blonde traced a moist, slender finger around the circumference of Ciel's erect nipples, giggling softly at the blue-haired boy's restrained and muffled groans. "Like I said. This is what you crave, this is what you get. Now it's time for me to fuck you…." He smirked and added devilishly, "The right way."

The blonde flipped Ciel around under him with such profound skill, the latter fidgeting under the blonde's hold. However, Alois was absolutely persistent, a maddening and wicked grin plastered on his face. The sickening smirk disgusted Ciel, his movements becoming more desperate within every passing second. After what seemed like a few elongated minutes, the forlorn blue-haired boy gave up on his attempts, however, as it deemed futile; he felt as if he were about to black out any minute now, his body weakening rapidly. Though, ignorant of the fact, Alois smiled again—a crooked, demented one—as he began to thrust his penis into Ciel's hole, a piercing cry of horror emitting from the blue-haired boy's lips. The blonde had already started at an unbelievably quick pace, which continued to escalate as Ciel's cries amplified.

Back and forth… In and out… The pain-staking process continued for what seemed like a heated eternity, until Ciel could feel a surge of hot liquid oozing inside him, making him shiver uncontrollably. By that time, the blue-haired boy could feel that his voice was inexistent, as was his grip on reality, which seemed to make everything feel imaginative.

The blonde on top of him, that unhinged smile still firmly attached to his flustered face, bent down and planted a soothing kiss on Ciel's forehead; it was enchanting, winsome… fraudulent.

"You're such a cute slut… Ciel…"

Eyelashes fluttered, darkened blues and purples slowly succumbing to the world of exhaustion. As his eyelids began to fall, the bromidic boy craned his head to the side as if in melancholic dismay, lazily gazing at the pair of abandoned short shorts on the floor before everything was engulfed in a dreary darkness….

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So, there you have it! My first smut. Ever (though, I didn't really intend for it to turn out this dark). I'm not sure if I should be proud or not. Though, I do find it ironic that this was my first Kuroshitsuji fic. :P Honestly, this was really hard for me to write. I mean, I guess it's not so much the sex scenes that irk me, but actually writing them without making it redundant and boring.

Anyway, please tell me what you think about it and what I should improve on. Criticism/praise/etc. is very much appreciated!