They have fallen into this bed together enough times that Finny doesn't need the light to know Ciel's body anymore. He's careful, of course he is, but as soon as he's on top of the younger boy he has his lips and his hands in the spots that will make Ciel moan without being able to hold back. Maybe he's a little too quick, a little too eager, but the sound is too beautiful to not indulge them both.
A hand in Finnian's hair and one curling around his neck, fingers splayed over his label and making him shudder. "More," he hears whispered in his ear. He gives without hesitation, like he always does and always will.
When he's laid between Ciel's legs, looking up at him from between his thighs, he cannot help but think of all the things he would give up to stay here forever. Like the sunlight.
If he could knock the sun out of the sky so they would not have to go back to being servant and master in the morning, Finny would do it without remorse, without care for the flowers in the garden.
But the night will fade away eventually, so he pulls Ciel's legs tighter around him and makes the most of the time they have.
