Send "♡" for my muse's reaction to yours kissing them.

What a real treat this was, to be kissed in the middle of a sentence. Vincent forgot what he was saying -it wasn't important either way- to concentrate on what was happening now. Aleister had a very special way to make him throw away all sense of reality when he did things like these, and now the Phantomhive was enjoying the warmth he was receiving.

muffled cackling in the distance vincent can top one day aleister just doesn’t think he’s ready. noob.

when you’re a billionaire can i be your hot secretary

you better not sue me for sexual harassment tho

send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number.

15 - Last Kiss.

He woke up without even remembering that he had fallen asleep in the first place. That lingering pain in his lower body -though it felt as deep as if it came from the very core of his bones- woke up as well just to erase any kind of doubt of what had happened right before he passed out. That and the tiny marks he had in the rest of his body made his flesh throb all over, but it was a great feeling: he felt alive.

Scratching the back of his head as he yawned silently, he looked at his side to find his partner in crime sleeping soundly, without a single care in the world. He could notice the marks in Aleister body that he had left, and that brought a smile upon his face: they were each other’s, and that was the proof.

Love was forbidden for them, and though none of them never spoke about that out loud, it was a clear rule -probably the only one that Chamber wouldn’t break, what an irony. Any act of kindness would be considered weakness, perhaps, and everything would end between them… at least that is what Vincent was afraid of, and that was the reason why he’d never act upon his primal need to be completely honest with his lov—-

Lovers?

No, no. That was not what they were. They were not lovers. They were nothing. Well, perhaps friends.

But friends don’t do these kinds of things to each other.

For a moment his heart ached with a deeper agony that couldn’t be compared to any kind of wound nails, teeth, knives or bullets could inflict on his flesh.For a moment he felt terribly lonely, even with his partner by his side, even after sharing what they did hours ago.For a moment he felt his blood boiling with frustration and anger, just what was Aleister doing to him? And how come he was allowing it? For a moment, he felt like crying.

But instead he smiled. The Phantomhive smiled and swallowed back that lump in his throat that was threatening with suffocating him.

In silence he searched for his clothes that were scattered in the floor and put them back piece by piece. Now that the constrast between his clothed body and his friend’s naked one was so clear, it was also clear that this was starting to destroy him.

Even if he had promised himself to be strong enough to endure this game, he was finally noticing that he had lost long time ago… and Vincent was known for being a sore loser. Now it was clear that he wasn’t strong nor smart enough to deal with this, and that he had to accept the consequences of his actions. But hell, it hurt more and more each time, and he was fed up with being the only one feeling like this.

Slowly, he made sure that the viscount was deeply asleep and leaned down to place his lips against Aleister’s: their first gentle, soft and loving kiss.

Class:Muse will believe they are a high-class prostitute for (Anon decides)

"A high-class gentleman needs a companion that matches their level."