#ciel x reader

S/o has a moth tattoo

Ciel Phantomhive

☕​Well, both of you have to cover up a part of your body to avoid unwanted attention. In Ciel's case that's his eyes embedded with the contract and in your case it is your neck on which your tattoo is inked on. Tattoos are still looked down upon in society and as someone who has to uphold the reputation of the Earl of Phantomhive, Ciel certainly has some expectations. When both of you attend high social gatherings he always sees it through that you were dresses and clothes that cover your neck or that makeup covers the moth tattoo. It's a small thing to hide though so it doesn't bother him too much as it barely takes any time. In the mansion itself though you are free to walk around without any makeup hiding your tattoo- as long as there are no guests over of course. Overall Ciel doesn't mind the tattoo as it is only one small one. In fact probably everyone in the mansion knows soon about the tattoo and no one really discriminates you for it though he still prefers if otherwise the secret stays within those walls. His "tattoo" though will remain a secret from everyone- including yours. After all it would be much harder to explain a tattoo embedded in his eyes.

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛​As a demon silly, little human discriminations and costums are of little to no meaning for Sebastian. He is merely playing the part until he gets to devour the soul of his master. To him your tattoo is nothing that has to be hidden as he is in fact rather endeared by it. Moths are widely associated with death after all so it is fascinating that you chose the nocturnal insect to be displayed on your neck. If you really insist on covering it up in public though Sebastian will merely sigh before helping you with makeup and clothes to hide it from the eyes of everyone. When both of you are alone though, he's quick to reveal your neck and remove the makeup covering the ink on your skin. It's such a pretty, little tattoo after all and you chose such a gorgeous part of your body for it to be inked upon. Due to your tattoo being on your neck, Sebastian certainly feels more inclined to kiss your neck all the time. If you have second thoughts at time about your decision to ever get this tattoo, Sebastian is quick to reassure you. Humans are fickle with their customs and decisions. He's confident that in a few decades- for him equal to the blink of an eye- the shame around tattoos will have faded away. You'll get to witness it for yourself.

Alois Trancy

👅​Alois has little shame of anything. He is indeed a spoiled brat who does whatever he wants and is backed by four demon servants who obey him, no matter how crude and cruel he may act. He all but adores your tattoo. It's skillfully inked upon your skin and it helps you to stand out amongst the crowd. With him as your lover, you also don't have to worry about covering up the spot on your neck. Even if you would want to, Alois doesn't let you. No one from his servants could care less about your tattoo as all of them are demons anyways. Even during social gatherings though with influential guests Alois doesn't even let you touch your neck with any makeup or collars to hide the moth from the eyes of others. Instead he forces you to wear dresses that expose your neck fully and your tattoo with it. If anyone dares to make a discriminating comment or look at your neck in disgust, Alois covers for you with his explosive temper. It may be extreme but he doesn't allow anyone to shame you. In fact he probably ends up insulting the as blant and boring. He might just get a matching tattoo over time in the same spot as you even if Claude would advice him against it.

Claude Faustus

🕷️​How ironically fitting your tattoo seems to be considering the situation you find yourself in. After all are you not a little moth who flew too close to the perceived light only to end up trapped in the spider's web? Generally speaking, your tattoo doesn't matter to Claude. He won't discriminate you over some ink on your skin. After all it is well crafted and he likes the animal you chose as moths are usually connected to darker parts of the world. However, he is also more adamant that you cover it up as you have to fit in with society for now. Maybe then he sometimes thinks that you perhaps could have chosen a less obvious spot for it but as it doesn't take more than a minute to cover up the math tattoo, he never complains to you about it. When you are simply staying in the house he prepared for you, you don't have to cover up at all. It's only him there with you after all and he won't bother to complain and discriminate like humans would over your tattoo. He'd probably be inclined to complain more if it wouldn't be well done in his eyes as Claude is a painful perfectionist in which case he would probably insist to redo it because he could do it better.

Grell Sutcliff

🟥​Darling, don't worry. All problems can be solved with a chainsaw and luckily she is in possession of one. If you want to, she could simply silence anyone who has ever dared to look down on you for having a tattoo. Or remove their tongue at least. As a woman who is fire and flame for you, Grell would gladly spill blood for you. It is her love language after all. However, she will show restraint if you ask her to and additionally because William tends to be suspicious of her all the time. She is obsessed with your tattoo though. It suits you so well and it looks so gorgeous on you and she has made countless photos of it fully visible. Strongly objects to the notion of you covering it up with clothes and makeup. It does break her heart to witness how the world boxes you into a place where you have to hide your full beauty. As a lady who is going to abduct you sooner or later though those days are numbered. The moment you are in her company you will never have to feel ashamed about your tattoo. Until then though she will encourage you with anonymous love letters and will threaten all those who made you feel like you have to hide your tattoo with death threats written in actual blood.

William T. Spears

📒​Well, let's just say that William isn't necessarily thrilled with the decision that you made. You should have known better after all that in the current society a tattoo would do more harm than it would do good. If you hope for any sympathy from his side, just don't. In fact do yourself the favor and keep any frustration about your situation a secret. In William's opinion you don't have any right to complain about your situation and the shame you might feel as you should have known what you got yourself into when you received the tattoo. This is your fault so you shouldn't have to be surprised by the consequences that now follow. There could have been worse motives but it has to be said that moths symbolising death is an ironic tattoo considering that he is a grim reaper. He is already surrounded by enough death during work yet your tattoo continues to remind him of it even when he isn't working- a rare occurrence in itself. Now, he may not specifically tell you verbally to cover up but you are still aware of the way his gaze often drifts to your neck. He may just prefer for you to cover it up initially as he isn't used to seeing a lot of people with tattoos even if he would never tell you this.

Undertaker

⚰️​Undertaker has always been someone who defied even the traditions of the grim reapers and so it's no wonder that your tattoo fascinates him so much. After all there is still such a stigma around the practice of inking symbols on one's skin and it is such a shame that you feel the need to cover it up when you are under people. Especially since you chose a moth of all possible animals which fits in rather well with his aesthetic. Whenever you visit his humble shop he gets usually is quick to rub away any makeup covering your tattoo with his sleeves. No reason to hide such a pretty tattoo when you are with him. As someone who likes to act like he is more silly than he in reality is, he probably ends up sketching ideas for potential other tattoos if you should be interested- all connected to death and the afterlife. You may even one day enter to find out that he has doodled something similar on himself to match you. Who knows, one day he may even get something permanent to match your tattoo. He likes to think of his shop as your safe heaven where you can just be your wonderful weird self without having to worry about being judged. He is no small-minded individual after all.

Soma Asman Kadar

🍛​What a culture shock this is indeed. Poor Soma is so confused on your insistence to cover up your tattoo in makeup and put on clothes that conceal your neck. It isn't until Agni pulls him aside to explain to him that differently from India where tattoos have a history of ancient practice, in England having any is still frowned upon. To Soma who fiercely adores you and loves everything about you, this quickly becomes unacceptable. He doesn't see the need for you to feel ashamed enough to feel like you have to hide parts of your beauty. Good intentions are certainly there but the way he applies them into practice often comes over as far too rash and insensitive. Whenever you dress up to attend events he often bursts into the room without knocking to grab your makeup and run away or help you choose clothes which allow your tattoo to be visible. It's especially distressing if the two of you are already under people and he tries to wipe your makeup off. Agni has to do damage control and often has to cover Soma's mouth when he is about to tell someone that you have a tattoo as you don't want others to know. Agni also has to hold him back when someone says something bad about your tattoo.

Agni

🪻 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌

Sebastian

He's the loving type and there's nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. Despite being a demon, he'll make sure you're his monarch and he's only ever doing what you ask of him. Of course, due to his personality, he'd absolutely love to tease you, but it's more of a love language for him.

Undertaker

His way of showing affection is far more seductive; teasing you often with heart-fluttering jokes and close proximity. He knows the best ways to edge you on and it's really what he wants, however when you do the same he'd tend to get more intimate (in a fluffy way).

Vincent

This man knows he's attractive and what's the least he can do than shower his S/O with gifts and love. He knows his partner's interests and likes, so it's quite simple to pick out good and high quality gifts, and although it isn't common, he doesn't mind physical affection such as hugs or kisses.

🪻 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉

Ciel

What more can you expect from our tsundere king. Ciel isn't the best at expressing his emotions and because of it, it often causes him to come off as cold to his S/O.. however, he is an easily flustered boy, who will definitely become flushed in blush if his partner is just one step too close. He will often buy his partner gifts though.

Alois

He's been through a lot, so he doesn't enjoy the company of someone more than that of his S/O. Now, Alois is a great lover, fight the wall; but he's also quite clingy, and that is mainly because of his fear to lose yet another important person to him, so he'd often have nightmares where he'd need to cuddle up in between your arms.

🪻 𝕭𝖔𝖙𝖍

Grell

"I told you to call me Lizzy!" Already used to her antics Ciel sighed tiredly, while (Y/n) had to surpress a laugh at the scene. Everytime (Y/n) would see this scene when she visited the Phantomhive manor with Lizzy. The difference between a hyper fiancee and a calm and serious counter part is always an interesting combination for every viewer. Even though, (Y/n) could understand those that aw her best friend as annoying. It wasn't every day that someone as bubbly and happy like Elizabeth Midford would grace your doorstep with her sunshine and drag you around the town without explanation. To Ciel and (Y/n) fortune, they were already very used to her and didn't mind it much apart from a few moments.

(Y/n) still couldn't believe what had happened the first time Elizabeth was throwing a party at the manor. She had arrived later than her friend had wanted but her family had an event planned before hand and she couldn't leave until a little later. She didn't think she would ever see Elizabeth feel so angry that she would destroy her fiancee's family ring and moments later see it fly out the window by the same someone who had treasured it because it was the last real thing he had from his family.

She could still see it vividly how she had to calm Elizabeth down and later on, on their way home, how such and action was inappropriate even if she wanted to simply help. She loved her friend, truly. But even as her best friend she loved and hated her some times. She knew that Elizabeth means well but sometimes her actions make things worse than they were in the beginning. She wished her best friend would act like she truly was, it's not like Ciel wouldn't like her true her but she feared it so much to not be like other noble girls that she threw her whole personality away just to fit into an image that didn't suit her. Though saying it didn't suit her would be a lie. It did suit her well but after growing up with her and knowing what she is capable of, (Y/n) had a hard time combining both images together sometimes.

Watching them going back and forth, Ciel tried, like many times to deny her and resist her tugging on him. She had a tendency to drag people around when she was exited, mostly she dragged them or her brother around. (Y/n), like always when she was here with Lizzy, tried to calm down any arguments and listened to their conversation but stayed quiet at the side. Her heart ached a little every time when she watched them close. She never knew when it started. The warmth. The heart rate that went up. Her daydreaming. Her crush.

Although, no matter what, she knew it could never come true or continue to manifest inside her. She knew it would never happen either. She knew she couldn't do it with a good conscious. Elizabeth Lizzy Midford is her best friend. She could never tell her best friend that she had harboured a crush on her fiancee for who knows how long. (Y/n) can't even recall when it started.

When they were younger? At one of the tea parties she got dragged to? Events she had to participate with her parents and saw Ciel standing on the other side of the ballroom?

She didn't know. She needn't know. All she needed to know was that these feelings she had needed to be buried deep. The best would be to make them disappear. Anything for them to not surface to the outside. Anything. Even if it hurt her to do so. But it would hurt her even more to see her friends dream be destroyed by her own best friend who she trusts with all her heart.

Arriving in the garden, it was decorated, not as extravagant like Lizzy would have done it but it was a beautiful sight. The flowers in the garden were in full bloom and the table was already filled with different pastries. Ciel had invited them to test a few new products they were thinking of selling. And since Lizzy loved to eat delicious desserts and tea parties and (Y/n) had good taste for what the general public loved, Ciel decided to invite them. Not only to test out the new desserts but also to spent some time with his cousin and friend.

Sitting down, Sebastian presented all the different pastries while (b/n) was filling their cups with tea. It was a very nice day out and they listened to Lizzy as she was gushing about the taste of sweets and the newest interest she had developed. Ciel and (Y/n) kept quiet for most of the time, only sometimes adding their own comments.

After a while, (Y/n) started to feel tired of only sitting and listening the both engaged couple and excused herself for a bit. She waved (b/n) away, telling him that she would be back shortly after freshing up and went to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, (Y/n) scolded herself, she promised herself that she wouldn't feel jealous or envious about Lizzy's relationship with Ciel. She told herself that she would be completly fine with just standing by their side. Just a friend that spent time with them, nothing more. But still, she couldn't help but feel her heart ache with sorrow. What was she suppose to do with her feelings. She never thought it would be so hard to crush her love for the only person she ever loved before, someone she knew so long and always felt like that he was the most lovable person there is. But in the end, she can't do nothing about it.

(Y/n) splached some water into her face and dried it off before stepping out of the bathroom, trying to gather her last composure.

"What's wrong?"

Slightly flinching, she looked up to see where the sudden voice came from and saw the Lord of the house leaning against the wall opposite to the bathroom, with his arms crossed as he stares at her, waiting for an answer.

"C-Ciel… What are you doing here?" (Y/n) stood up straighter as she stared back at her secret crush, hoping that her face wouldn't betray her as she felt warmth flood in.

"Waiting for you. You don't seem so well today. Is something wrong?" She was shocked when she heard the question, not because of the words he said but about the way his voice softened a little, like… like he cared about her more than he should or dared to admit.

"Nothing is wrong, Ciel. Don't worry about it."

"Really? Because I could have sworn that you looked dejected."

(Y/n) avoided his gaze, hands interlocked with each others as she squeezed her fingers more. She was nervous. She didn't know why. Was it because Ciel found out since she wasn't careful enough? Internally she was scolding herself again. She couldn't believe that he noticed. That wasn't something she wanted to happen.

"You know if it's about Lizzy you don't have to worry." Ciel suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" (Y/n) tried to stay composed as she heard that, not only was she shocked that he would say something like that but she was also very confused on what he meant by that.

"Lizzy will be getting another fiancee soon, so you don't need to look so dejected anymore." (Y/n) didn't know how to answer that and simply stood frozen as Ciel walked closer to her, taking one of her hands he lifted it up towards his lips and placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand. "I had asked my aunt for an annulement, of course not without reason."

"Why would you do something like that…." she mumbled, cheeks flushing as she felt his breath ghost over her hand.

"I have found someone more in my interest that I want to marry, that's why." He stepped even closer and pulled her closer to him. "If you haven't caught on yet, you are the one I want to marry instead of Elizabeth Midford, (Y/n) (L/n). I thought the message already came across at the balls I normally don't attend or the gifts that I had send over to your estate."

Shocked at the new information, (Y/n) thought back to the balls and different invitation she and her family had received, and now that she thinks back to it, Ciel wasn't the type of person who would attend unimportant events unless they were really necesarry.

"But… what about Lizzy?"

"Don't worry about it. She already chewed my ear off about it. Cried the first half and lectured me in the second half about how I should treat you." Ciel closed his eyes and sighed.

—You often sit in comfortable silence with him during tea breaks. He reads, you do your own thing. Sometimes he’ll softly read aloud a passage he finds particularly ridiculous or clever.

—He pretends to be annoyed when you add sugar to his tea (“You’re ruining it.”), but secretly starts copying your preferences a little.

—The two of you exchange sarcastic banter constantly. You tease him for being so serious all the time, and he retorts with biting (but oddly affectionate) comebacks.

“Remind me why I keep you around again?”

“Because you’d die of boredom without me, your highness.”

—If anyone dares to insult or threaten you, Ciel becomes terrifyingly cold. You might not even hear the threat happen, but the person disappears from your life by morning.

—He’d claim it was “simply a matter of protecting his assets,” but his clenched fists say otherwise.

—In rare, quiet moments, like during a thunderstorm or after a particularly haunting mission you see the boy beneath the title.

—He might let you see him cry once. He hates it. But he also never forgets the way you didn’t judge him or pity him. Just sat beside him.

—He’s not good at emotional expression, so he shows care through gifts: a rare book you mentioned once, a custom trinket with your initials, a scarf when the weather turns.

If you try to thank him, he scoffs: “Don’t get used to it.”

—You remind him of what it’s like to be a kid, even if just a little. Sometimes he’ll begrudgingly play a board game with you or let you drag him into some harmless mischief at the manor.

—You’re probably the only person who can make him laugh, really laugh. It’s rare, but when it happens, it’s sincere and surprising.

—You don’t pry into his trauma unless he opens the door himself. That’s something he deeply respects.

You step closer, removing his jacket from his shoulders, folding it, and putting it to the side.

"But you're going to" his voice was calm.

He was right... you were.

You hide your smile, your hand lifting to rest against his head.

He immediately pushes it away, an irritated sigh slipping past his lips.

“Ciel,” you feign offense, voice soft, “don’t act like that.”

You bite back a giggle as he turns to look at you.

His eyes narrow, sharp, searching.

Not just annoyed.

Watching.

For a moment, it feels like he might say something more.

Instead, he clicks his tongue and turns back to his work.

“…You’re doing it again.”

Your brows lift. “Doing what?”

“That,” he mutters, pen pressing harder into the paper. “Acting as if—”

A knock cuts him off.

The tension snaps.

“Enter.”

The door opens smoothly, and Sebastian Michaelis steps inside.

“Good afternoon, my lady.”

You brighten instantly, turning toward him. “Oh—hi, Sebastian. How are you?”

A groan sounds from the desk. The groan lingers in the air, low and annoyed.

Sebastian's gaze flickers between the two of you, sharp and knowing, though the gentle smile never wavers.

"I trust everything is in order, my lord?" he asks smoothly.

Ciel doesn't look up. "Obviously," he says in that flat tone.

For a moment, no one says anything, the silence lingering for a beat.

"My lady," Sebastian continues, turning towards you, "Would you be so kind as to assist me in the hall for a moment?"

He says it so casually, like he just asked you to grab something for him.

You blink, a little surprised at his request. "Oh! of course."

You move to step away.

"Unnecessary."

Ciel's voice cuts in, quick.

Sebastian doesn’t miss a beat. “I assure you, it won’t take long.”

“I said it’s unnecessary,” Ciel repeats, this time looking up.

His eye flicks to you for just a second, brief, but pointed.

Like he’s expecting you to listen.

You hesitate. Not because you don't want to help Sebastian... but because of the way Ciel is looking at you.

You glance between them before speaking lightly, “It’s alright, I can go—”

“No.”

He says it too fast.

Ciel straightens slightly in his chair, his expression tightening as if he hadn’t meant for that to come out the way it did.

“…There’s no need,” he amends, quieter now. “You’re already here.”

A flicker of something passes through Sebastian’s eyes.

And you catch it.

Interest.

“Of course,” he hums. “Though I wouldn’t wish to interrupt…”

His gaze dips, ever so slightly, to where you stand closer to Ciel’s desk than usual.

“…whatever this is.”

Ciel’s jaw tightens.

“…It’s nothing.”

Sebastian’s smile deepens... barely. But you notice.

“Is that so?”

A loud crash echoes from somewhere outside.

It’s distant… but unmistakable.

Sebastian pauses. You pause. Ciel pauses.

You blink.

“…Was that...”

"Y/NNNN!" that unmistakable whine of finny cries out.

You sigh, putting your hand over your mouth.

Ciel closes his eyes, expression tightening immediately.

“…Unbelievable.”

You let out a small breath, already stepping back. “I should go check on that.”

This time, he doesn’t stop you. Not like before.

There’s a pause, like he might say something… but he doesn’t.

“…Go,” he mutters instead, dismissive. Already looking back down at his paperwork.

The garden takes longer than expected.

Between overturned soil, broken pots, and Finnian’s frantic apologies, the afternoon slips by quicker than you realize.

By the time everything is somewhat in order, the sun has already begun to set.

You step back into the manor, brushing dirt and debris from your uniform.

The halls are quieter now. When you reach his office, you knock this time.

A beat of silence.

"Enter"

You step inside, your eyes scanning the dark room for the boy. He's in the same position as before, still hunched over the desk, his eyes focused on the paper.

"You're late."

You pause slightly at that.

“I was helping with the garden.”

“…Obviously.”

His tone is flat.

You nod once, stepping inside, but you don’t move as close as before.

You don’t touch anything. Don’t reach for him. Just stand there.

Waiting.

You take an unsure step closer to him.

"Did I–"

“…If you’re quite finished with your unnecessary hovering,” Ciel says, voice cool, clipped, “you may return to your duties.”

The words land sharper than anything he’s said before.

For a moment, you don’t move.

Not because you don’t understand… but because you do.

Your fingers still slightly at your side, the instinct to reach for him fading before it can fully form.

“…Of course, my lord.”

Your voice is even. Polite.

Like it always is. Like nothing had changed.

You turn without another word, steps quiet as you make your way to the door.

No glance back.

The door clicks shut behind you with a soft finality.

You retire to your room, the room you decorated with pictures of you and Ciel. The pictures where he looks like a child and not a boy forced to be an adult.

You take a seat on your bed, the soft mattress engulfing your body.

You don't move, you sit there staring at the wall covered in pictures. Your hands in your lap, picking at the skin. A terrible habbit you got from your father.

Voices carry through the wall. Muffled, but clear enough.

“My lord.”

You don’t mean to listen.

You don’t move to stop yourself, either.

A pause.

Then, his voice.

“…What.”

You can hear the irritation in his voice, and your chest tightens just a little.

There’s a quiet shift on the other side. Then Sebastian speaks again, tone smooth as ever.

“It seems you’ve dismissed someone who was… rather attentive to your well-being.”

He lets the moment sit.

“She was being insufferable.”

The words linger in the air longer than they should.

On the other side of the wall, Sebastian Michaelis doesn’t respond right away.

He lets the silence stretch.

Lets it settle.

“…Is that so?” It’s mild. Almost idle.

A faint sound, paper shifting. The scratch of a pen that doesn’t quite continue.

“…She was distracting,” Ciel adds, more measured this time. “Hovering. Interfering with my work.”

Sebastian doesn't respond, doesn't agree, nor disagree.

Just… quiet.

And it’s that silence that does it.

Ciel’s pen stills completely. A beat passes.... then another.

“…She didn’t normally knock.”

It’s quieter now, and he's less certain of himself. As if the thought slipped out before he could stop it.

Sebastian hums, low.

“No, my lord. She did not.”

Another pause, longer this time.

“…And yet she did today.”

Ciel’s voice dips, something tightening beneath it.

His gaze flicks, brief, almost involuntary, to the door. To the space you’d been standing in not long ago. To the place you should be.

“…Tch.” A soft click of his tongue.

Irritated, but not at you... not entirely.

“…It’s quieter.”

The admission is barely there. Half-formed. Like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

Sebastian notices anyway.

Of course he does.

“It would seem so, my lord.” That same calm tone.

Another stretch of silence.

“…She left quickly.”

There’s something off about the way he says it.

Like he expected... something else.

Sebastian’s voice lowers, just slightly. “It would appear she took your words to heart.”

That lands. You can hear it land.

Ciel doesn’t respond immediately... doesn’t dismiss it... doesn’t argue.

And for once, he has nothing to say.

“…You.”

His voice cuts through the quiet of your room. You hadn’t heard the door open, and you turn, a little startled.

There he is.

Ciel stands just inside the doorway, posture straight as ever, but there’s something… off.

Like he doesn’t quite belong there. Like, he didn’t think this part through.

For a moment, neither of you speak.

“You left.”

It's an observation he doesn’t know what to do with.

You tilt your head slightly, fingers brushing absently against the edge of one of the photographs on your wall.

“You told me to.”

It makes something in his expression tighten.

A brief pause.

“…You misunderstood.”

The words come out clipped, like they’ve been forced into something smaller than they were meant to be. You look at him properly now.

“I did?”

A beat.

His gaze shifts, just for a second, before settling back on you.

A small click of his tongue, annoyed, at himself.

“…I didn’t mean that you should stop.”

There it is, not an apology. Not directly.

But close enough that it lingers in the space between you.

You don’t move right away. Don’t rush to fill the silence. And for a second, he looks like he might turn and leave. Like this was already more than he intended to say.

But he stays.

So you step closer. Slow, careful.

Giving him time to pull away if he wants to, but he doesn’t.

Your hand lifts, fingers brushing lightly against his sleeve, smoothing a crease that isn’t really there.

A small, familiar gesture.

He tenses, just slightly.

Then he stills and allows it. “…You’re difficult,” he mutters under his breath.

There’s no real bite to it.

You smile, softer now. “And you’re exhausting.”

A quiet huff leaves him, not quite a laugh, but close.

Your hand lingers only a moment longer before dropping back to your side. Still, he doesn’t move away, doesn’t tell you to stop, doesn’t correct you.

“…Just this once,” he says after a moment, voice low.

But it doesn’t sound like a limit.

Not anymore.