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Ciel took a giant sip from his soda, howling out a half-assed complaint of 'hey, cheater!' when Lizzie used his distraction against him, hurriedly mashing a surprisingly precise sequence of buttons on her controller to sweep the win from right under her cousin’s feet. They’d played against each other for long enough that she knew she needed every opportunity to win.
“Not fair!” he cried, angrily setting his half-empty can down on the ground next to him, his chair rocking back and forth on the carpet as he moved.
“Yes, fair!” Lizzie returned, sticking her tongue out at her cousin before they chose their characters to start a new round.
They played together for one, two, three more rounds, demanding the winner of ten rounds to buy a round of coffee next time they were out. Unfortunately, Ciel lost four of those rounds, a sigh of defeat leaving his lips as he begrudgingly declared Lizzie the winner. At her request, of course.
Lizzie bowed, her ego peaked for the evening, but her lips pursed as she noticed just how different Ciel was behaving. Ciel sucked ass at admitting defeat. Besides, her cousin was good at this game, and royally handed Lizzie’s backside to herself whenever they played. She crossed her legs under her, pink-painted nails curling under her long top. “You’ve been happier this week,” she said offhandedly, watching Ciel open up another can of pop.
He took a swig. “Have I?”
“Mhm,” she hummed. “I know that because you haven’t complained about Spears’ class in a hot second.”
“Uh-huh,” Ciel responded, his plastic controller tap-tap-tapping as he chose his character on the menu for their next game. “And you care why?”
Lizzie chose her character within only a few seconds. She always, always, chose the pinkest character. In this case, it was a rather grotesque woman with a bloody habit of ripping other character’s hearts out, but that didn’t seem to bother Lizzie much. Her only redeemable fact was that wore pink armor. Ciel was shocked she liked playing such a gory game in the first place. He couldn’t complain, though, as he personally enjoyed playing the one with a tendency to freeze people.
“I feel like I’m entitled to know why my cousin’s so happy? Is that so weird?”
Ciel shrugged. “I dunno, maybe it's something you don’t even want the detail of.”
“I doubt it,” she countered. “C’mon, just a hint, at least?”
The boy pursed his lips and leaned back in his chair, situating his controller on his lap. “Maybe it has to do with that guy.”
“What… guy?” Lizzie asked, staring at him with a brow cocked.
Ciel couldn’t help but smile. “Remember Mr. Michaelis?”
The girl just about jumped in her seat as he grabbed for her soda. “No way.”
“He asked to see me again,” he said, with all the casualness in the world.
Lizzie nearly threw down her controller as she stood up and turned her gaming chair to face her cousin, beady emerald eyes boring a hole in Ciel’s skull. “Details,” she said quickly, turning her head to make sure the door was shut. Her mother, who worked dutifully on their dinner downstairs, did not need to hear this.
He laughed. “Well… I’m not telling you everything that happened!”
“Why not?” Lizzie sputtered, half offended.
“You don’t want to know about the sex, dude!”
The girl almost jolted forward, unrealizing of her raising voice, “He’s like thirty!”
“And?” Ciel asked, arms crossed.
Lizzie narrowed her eyes. “You don’t see a problem with that? At all?”
Ciel sighed and brushed off the question, “Look, ah… I went over to his place again. And now we’re in a… sort of relationship.”
“Like… boyfriends?”
Ciel stuck his tongue out, his face wrinkling. “Ew, no, just something.”
“Again!” she nearly shouted, “Thirty! You’re sixteen!”
The boy tipped his head back as he groaned. “Look, this is what happened…” he stared at the 80’s popcorn ceiling of Lizzie’s bedroom as he thought of where to begin with the story.
+
Ciel never had a thing for cuddling after sex. It just never fit him. But he found he didn’t mind it this time, tangled in sweat and crooked clothes with strong hands curled around his middle.
When Ciel stepped into Sebastian’s apartment for the second time, they only managed a short greeting before their hands were on each other. Touching, roaming, feeling. Their lips shifted and pressed together, even more heated than the first time, if that were possible. They shed their clothes-- the second Ciel was rid of those tight jeans, he found himself on his hands and knees.
Ciel smiled, his fingers wandering along Sebastian’s bicep, tracing the contoured muscles and intricate tattoos. He had to ask about them soon; it killed him to not know when or why Sebastian got these if he was some esteemed corporate hotshot. He spoke first after the long silence following their impromptu rut. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon. Or at all.”
“You thought Friday night would be a one-time thing?”
“I mean, kinda. I figured I’d have some one-time fun and we’d go our separate ways.”
An airy chuckle left Sebastian’s throat. He stood from the warm embrace of the boy beneath him, picking up his discarded dress shirt and slipping it back on, buttoning it up about halfway. He stared down at Ciel as he worked efficiently, still reveling in the teen’s disheveled state.
Ciel had come by in a heavy sweater that hung over his hands, and too-skinny jeans that hugged every curve he had. Those jeans were now thrown haphazardly onto the rug, and his sweater hung from one shoulder. He was looking up at him with those smug little eyes that drew him in in the first place.
“Come to mention it, Ciel, I have a proposition.”
Ciel gave the man a wry smile, biting at his lip as he adjusted his necklace. “Mhm?” He crossed his bare legs, watching as Sebastian rolled up his shirt sleeves. It was difficult to take his eyes off of the sight. Once was clearly not enough to see such a high and mighty man be reduced to sweat and lust. He could still see the thin shine of sweat on the man’s face.
“Remember what I offered when I fucked you on Friday?” Sebastian’s voice was all too casual. Like this was something easy to be asked over dinner.
The boy’s smile only grew as his fingers entwined in the chain of his necklace. Silver glinted in the lamplight. “Me being your cocksleeve?” He took his time to pronounce each letter through peach lips, like he was tasting them.
“Yes. I’ll pamper you and buy you whatever you want. In return, you give me attention and pleasure whenever I want it.”
Ciel giggled. Childish and sweet and misleading. “You’re literally offering to be my sugar daddy.”
His answer was simple. It came with a gruff voice and crossed arms. “I am.”
Ciel tilted his head, “There must be a catch, though.”
“You’re a smart boy,” he said, the faintest of smirks on his lips. “There is.” Sebastian licked his lips, staring down at him. “You wouldn’t be allowed to fool around with any other men-- or girls, frankly. All of your attention would go to me.”
Ciel almost snorted. But Sebastian continued.
“Since you were so eager to get on your knees and suck my cock within a day of meeting me… something tells me you did this often. It would be difficult for you to restrain yourself, so I need to make things very clear. A rule, if you will.”
A cocked eyebrow. “Are you calling me a slut?”
“In a way. Your actions say a lot about you.”
Ciel saw those crossed arms, those cocked hips. He stood, and glided over to him, reaching out and running his hands over Sebastian’s exposed chest. “Hm…” he hummed, his lips parting. “You’re certainly treating this like a business deal.”
Sebastian’s voice was husky. Full of lust, as if he didn’t just fuck the breath out of the boy before him only ten minutes ago. “Business and pleasure is all I know,” he said, running his fingers behind Ciel’s ear, through ashy locks.
Ciel loved the way pleasure rolled off of Sebastian’s tongue. “Apparently,” he giggled. “Do I get to think about the proposition?”
“No,” he said, as blunt as Ciel expected. “You take it or leave it.”
Ciel looked up into that handsome face. He ran his tongue over his lower lip as he thought for a moment, staring into those wine eyes that held a depth he wasn’t sure he could comprehend in the moment. He leaned up on his tiptoes, closer and closer, even if his head barely reached Sebastian’s collarbone. Tall bastard. He giggled again. “You do realize I’m only sixteen, though, right?”
“Subtlety.”
Ciel’s tongue caught between his lips. He beckoned the man down for a kiss. “Alright, Mr. Michaelis. I’ll be your baby.”
Two strong hands gripped his waist hard enough to bruise, sliding down beneath his sweater and into the panties that were only slipped on a moment ago. Ciel groaned at the demanding squeeze, a quick breath leaving him as he thought that Sebastian wasn’t done with him for the night quite yet. Sebastian’s lips trailed to the corner of his mouth, to his ear, and his teeth tugged on that fake diamond and silver stud before whispering wetly into the boy’s ear.
“Wise decision.”
+
By the time Ciel finished his story, down to the tug on his earring, Lizzie’s face was bright red. She was clutching the end of her top in a white-knuckled grip, her mouth gaping open like a fish out of water.
“And… yeah, that’s about it,” he said, leaning back into his chair. “That’s where we are right now.”
“Holy shit,” she sputtered, “I-- wow. I mean, do you want a sugar daddy?”
Ciel smiled at her and shrugged. “Who wouldn’t? He’s fucking loaded and said he’d buy me whatever I want.”
“I kind of worry it might… yannow, go wrong. He’s so much older and might have ulterior motives.”
He really hated how reasonable his cousin was being. Yes, this might be a bad move. Yes, it could go horribly wrong. But the idea of it was too much fun to pass up. No more random, half-assed flings with boys with shameful excuses for dicks. With this, he was promised his ass getting consistently destroyed and nice gifts.
Another shrug. “He doesn’t hold any power over me besides money and good sex. I’ll break it off before it does go wrong. It’s not like he had me sign a contract or anything. Don't you think I’m smart enough to do that?”
Lizzie’s lips twisted. “Not really.”
A loud call came from down the stairs, the unmistakable sound of his Aunt Francis’s voice. “Kids!” she hollered, “Nuggets are ready!”
Both of the teenager’s eyes brightened as they perked up, and they quickly lept from their chairs to clamber for the door. Their voices came in unison, shouting down the stairs as they bumped shoulders moving through the doorway.
“Coming!”