blasphemy and carnage served to perfection

ciel riding sebastian’s face..walk with me..

hmm ciel using sebastian as a chair… ordering him on all fours for ciel to sit comfortably… ordering sebastian to still hold the tray with his tea on so ciel can still have something to drink…

i choose to believe ciel talks to sebastian like an actual dog in private. when sebastian’s being too eager and ciel wants him away, it’s “down, boy,” and ciel orders him around with very curt commands one would give a pet; “sit,” “stay,” and at night, “lay down,”. ciel ruffles his hair and says if he’s good he’ll get to sleep on the bed with his master tonight. sebastian has no need to sleep but the proposition makes him want to vibrate out of his skin. he almost goes silent during these evenings as to tie in to the pet persona, communicating only with his actions and facial expressions. when sebastian gets really invested, he’ll whine when his master denies him and try to make big puppy eyes at ciel.

Thinking about Sebastian counting creampies by carving notches in Ciels thigh with his claw

is there honestly anything more delightful than ciel spitting insults at sebastian, while making no efforts whatsoever to remove himself from the situation, sprawling himself out for sebastian to enjoy, even tilting his head back a little to allow an easier access to the delicate underside of his jaw, while sebastian kisses and strokes him all over reverently, agreeing to every foul word that falls from ciel’s mouth like it’s the highest of praises

Sebastian who is quickly realizing that he didn't quite think this contract and all that it would entail through. Sebastian who is realizing that he's supposed to wash and dress this little boy, which is belittling enough, but he's also not allowed to touch. Which is getting harder and harder the more time he spends around the boy. When he makes a particularly good dessert, Ciel makes little moans around his fork that drive Sebastian wild. When he wakes up in the morning and stretches, his nightshirt rides up and falls open and Sebastian is not even supposed to look at his smooth skin. When Sebastian kneels between his knobby little knees and slides socks up his calves, Sebastian is supposed to sit there, between his legs, and keep his hands to himself. He didn't realize that being a butler was such a masochist occupation. Or that the sweaty, dirty little boy was actually an evil minx under all that blood and grime.

13 is, like, a big ass age. 13 is too old to be getting carried around and cradled and tucked into bed. as far as i'm concerned ciel is canonically an age regressor based on the way he still demands to be babied by his butler