➻ ➻ Ciel was no fool. For centuries, he had lived and faked his death to keep from being caught on to, mobing around the world to various mansions and manors so he was never in a ppace kore than a decade or so. Sebastian was always at his side, the two forever bound in a contract that could never truly be fulfilled. They had made a good thing from it, though. Forever stuck looking in his early twenties, the former noble had watched worlds come and go. The one thing that he could always count on, though, was Sebastian. While Ciel himself had loosened up, become more peasantly (learning to cook alone had been a disaster of a decade, but he could at least make the basics thanks to the older demon), he had also allowed himself many indulgences, even enjoyed himself openly with the tragedy of his past so far behind him. Sebastian was an exceptional lover, but the two were hardly exclusive. They had even shared a few lovers over their centuries together. Ciel was a submissive when it came to Sebastian, despite still being able to order the other demon around. A new acquaintance Ciel had met through a new underworld connection had suggested some lingerie that would look nice on him, and Ciel had secretly purchased some. The internet was a blessing like that, one of many things Ciel was inherently glad he got to see develop. He had gone out hunting for a fling, not wanting to bother Sebastian too much, but he found no one that caught his eye in the slightest. It was distressing in a way, because Ciel was certain the older demon could find what he needed with ease, but there were times when only Sebastian could satisfy the need in Ciel. Sighing, the noble gave up and returned home, moving to find the stash of special lingerie he had ordered, slipping into the pale blue lace and putting on the matching collar with aquamarine stones that he'd found and gotten if he ever truly wanted to use the lingerie. The colors were a contrast on his gently tanned skin, the complexion just dark enough to bring out the blue of the fabric that covered him. Ciel had perched himself on the small couch in his bedroom, feigning nonchalance with a book as he called for Sebastian, hoping he would be tempting enough for the demon to ravish him.
