#almost sinisterly

“This is so utterly pointless. I don’t know why I had to come join in this barbaric nonsense. I don’t even know how to shoot a gun..” you murmured to yourself. Claude, on your opposite side, carrying the baskets to hold the game after the hunt, shook his head with a smirk.

“The young master already brought us up to speed, hence why Claude and I took the opportunity to assist the lady on today’s hunt. Isn’t that right, Claude.”

“Indeed.” he agreed, the same smirk still plastered on his face. “We even prepared a snack for you just in case you get hungry.” Your eyes slithered Claude’s direction this time. If the undertones could seep out of his pores, you’d be sure to see it. 

“Its not very fitting for a lady to slouch so much on a horse. Nor does the horse particularly enjoy it.” Sebastian was taking a delight in playfully chastising you. You huffed, sitting upright with a nervous fidget of your hat. 

“Well maybe if I wasn’t put in such a haste stupor I would have had enough time to get ready.”

“Is that so?” Sebastian looked up at you this time with a charming smile. “I remember the details differently.” Instantly, your face flushed again. This morning was anything less than eventful. Sebastian entered your room promptly at sunrise. He tried the subtle way of waking you up. But that didn’t work. Instead, he played his foolproof technique. 

He kissed on your cheek, slowly moving to your earlobe, then your neck. You stirred in your sleep that time. An innocent whine and a groping of your hands landed right on Sebastian’s trousers. And this time, in your half-slumber of a face, you wanted to treat him to breakfast. 

You’ve only ever gone down on one other man, but Sebastian was gentle. So much, he even volunteered to take over when he saw how tired you were. He lifted your night gown with immense consideration, pushed your knees to your chest, and continued to immerse you with the most filling dessert of all. Who knew for someone as sleepy as you proclaimed to be, the lust in you would still stir itself wide awake. Ready to pounce. 

“Don’t be so coy, Y/N.” your eyes pinned back to Claude, who returned your glare with an arrogant smirk. “We can’t have you peeling back the layers of your perversion so quickly.”

“My perver-” your mouth gaped. “I’ll have you know I don’t carry myself any less than how a lady should!” Sebastian couldn’t help it. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, choking down a snicker. 

You peeled your stare off of Claude and darted it to Sebastian this time. “What on earth is so funny!” In a flash, Sebastian’s eyes flashed red. Claude halted the horse so Sebastian could pull you down, with only a little force, by the hem of your vest. You yelped, staring him dead-on with a flush. 

“If you keep it up, Y/N, I’ll happily take you down from this horse and show you just how… amused you’re making Claude and I. Now be a good girl,” he released his grasp on you, making you jolt back up with a gasp.

“And lead us to the direction of the hunt. Hm?” He smiled back up at you. That same warming smile that he plastered on for guests and familial visitors alike. But you knew what was bubbling deep down. You could almost taste the insatiable thirst seeping from his pores. 

You tried to avert your eyes away from Sebastian, only to catch Claude leering at you from above the rim of his glasses. 

You decided to call Claude’s glare with a brattish pout. “What are you gawking at, Claude?”

“The lady is test-”

“Rubbish. You stare, and stare, and stare, but now I’m beginning to question if there’s anything going to the top of that statuesque mind of yours.” As if the knife wasn’t already in his shoulder, you twisted it. 

“I’m beginning to wonder that you are in fact that kind of perverts that we talk about in boarding school. The kind that watch, and fantasize, but fail to preform.” Your sneer grew and grew. Sebastian, although amused at your bantering, peered over at Claude underneath his eye lashes. 

“You enjoy watching Sebastian and I argue because you know, behind your stoic disposition, you are meek behind closed doors. You hear me at night. How can you not? You stand in the darkest of corners and watch Sebastian dethrone me every hour on the hour. Should I replay it in your mind in real time?” 

“Now, Y/N-” Sebastian attempted to protest but you weren’t listening. 

“Nonsense.” You jeered. You reigned your horse, stopping it in the middle of its tracks so you could turn and meet Claude’s eyes. With confidence, you grabbed his hand and shuffled it underneath your dress, pressing his gloved hand against your bare sex. Your warmth permeating the expensive cotton fabric protecting Claude from you.

With a deep breath, you moaned aloud, pressing your cunt against his large hand. 

Your whines sounded near rehearsed, but it pulled Sebastian in. You didn’t even have to turn your body his direction to feel his presence weigh on your body. His energy pressing down your back, grasping your shoulders, swallowing you.

“Ah- tsss- that feels amazing, Sebastian. You feel so good inside of this tight, watering cunt.” Claude and you kept intense eye contact as you continued to grind on his hand, moaning another man’s name in his face with a blushed smile. You couldn’t stop your arousal. It was forced at first, but then it turned automatic. Your body moved on its own. And Claude, his only visual reaction to your perversion being a small, subtle opening of his lips, shaped his hand underneath your dress so his two fingers could penetrate your heavenly gate with ease. 

You sucked a tuft of air between your teeth as you allowed him in. He fit inside of you so perfectly. This was the first move of action that Claude has ever shown you since the arrangement. And for it to be the first time, with Sebastian right behind you, in broad daylight, it stirred something up in you. 

Your body shivered. Anyone could walk by, and yet it didn’t stop you. Sebastian never stepped in. Claude never stopped. They just- let you enjoy the moment. 

“Ah-” your body rocked up and down, using Claude’s hand as a mere means of assistance to find your most tender feminine spots. You grabbed his wrist, turning it every which way. Your eyes shut tight, breathing ragged, moans near animalistic, but neither of them stopped you.

“Wh- Why don’t you stop me?” You looked back at Claude, who never moved his eyes off you.

“Should I stop?” Claude spoke up. His voice sharp, buttery, and slow to pace. 

“You seem to be enjoying yourself so much that I don’t want to stop the lady. Especially when-” he moved your dress out of the way to kiss your inner thighs. His golden eyes flickered in the high noon sun, making you shudder. “The lady seems so needy even after such a vigorous course the night before.”

“Hn- I- is that so?” you huffed. “Then,”

“I want the both of you. In full form.”

You stopped, anticipating their reactions. Claude in response, retracted his fingers from you. He shook his hands clean of your juices, adjusted his glasses and took a step back. You looked behind you to see Sebastian gone. Before you could open your mouth, he cleared his throat in front of you. There it was, standing right in front of you two of the most alluring, demonic butlers to ever cross your path. Sebastian, with his eyes glowing red, smiled at you. 

“If that’s what the lady wants, I must warn you we may be a bit brutish in our-” you saw the flash of violet in both of their eyes, making you swallow. “Less cohesive form.”

You took a second to consider, weighing the pros and cons of an open-air rendezvous such as this. You took a breath, pulled in your lip, and swallowed hard.

This summer will only come around once in my life. Might as well enjoy it.

“Then its settled. Don’t hold back.” you nearly whispered but could have sworn was a bellow.

Sebastian and Claude glanced at each other, exchanging a non communicative smirk at one another. Sebastian reached for you, hoisting you up bridal style.