MISO SENPAI!!!!!! MISO SENPAI, IT IS TIME FOR SOME MORE T & R SHIP THINGS! HOW ABOUT ONE OF THESE PROMPTS FOR SOME SEBRON? "Does that feel good?" and or "Kiss me all over." Y/Y?? OH MY GOSH, I FEEL SO BAD BUT THE THIRST IS SO STRONG FOR SEBRON IN THIS AU. IT RIDICULOUS. IT GUREITO. I HOPE THAT ONE (OR BOTH) OF THESE WILL INSPIRE YOU!!! I LAVA YOU SO MUCH!! LOVE - ANON-CHAN-SAN-KOUHAI
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#finny ship seriesPairing: Sebastian MichaelisxRonald KnoxWarning: e x p l i c i t ////// (hides)Word count: 4k
As soon as he’s in Sebastian’s arms, the demon pulls Ronald’s face close enough to take his lips. They kiss roughly, the desire they’ve held for each other in the weeks they’ve been apart crashing down on them, taking form in the wildness of their tongues pushing, rolling and sliding against each other. Ronald feels (more than hears) the rumble of Sebastian’s growl, which the reaper assumes to be caused by the demon’s tongue finding light traces of Finnian’s taste on his. Another result of which, claw-like fingers grip his waist.
Ronald moans to the pain, feeling sharp nails dig through the cloth of his slacks and into his skin. He delights in the rush that pulses from where it hurts, the pain echoing. It’s been so long—far too long that he doesn’t even remember when it last happened—since Sebastian had been rough with him. Although he is happy that Sebastian could be sweet to him, gentle and loving and filled to the brim with affection, truly—if Ronald’s nightmare is sign of it—he misses Sebastian’s roughness.
As Sebastian keeps kissing the reaper, the demon undoes the buttons of Ronald’s pants, letting them drop to the floor. He does the same to his, while Ronald buttons off his vest and shirt, loosening arm garters on the way. When both pants are gone, Sebastian easily throws the reaper onto the bed, making it creak loudly, and creak again when he places himself over Ronald. (Ronald takes a swift moment to put his glasses on the bedside table.) The demon quickly claims Ronald’s lips again, continuous as if making sure to kiss his lips swollen. He rubs his tongue against the reaper’s until he can no longer taste the affection of two putrid humans within Ronald’s mouth.
His normally careful fingers make quick work of Ronald’s shirt, Ronald doing the same to his. They throw each to the side, forgetting them now that they’re finally bare, naked together. Words continue to be left unspoken between them, for there seems to be no need. Not now. What they truly need and desire to express can be said in their actions—the kisses on each other’s shoulders and necks that express ‘I missed you’, the sucking red marks on each other’s skin that say ‘How I longed for you’ and the spurring of their arousals that convey ‘I badly /need/ you. /Now/.’
Sebastian is greatly relieved when he sees no marks on Ronald’s skin, an empty canvas free for him to paint with his accumulating desire for him. He takes good care not to mark Ronald anywhere visible, keeping to the area around his nipples instead. It greatly pleases Ronald, who can’t stop moaning whenever Sebastian sucks on his skin, black-tipped fingernails going through raven hair. The demon’s desire for Ronald becomes so strong that he doesn’t notice himself biting down on Ronald’s chest with a sharp fang, piercing the reaper’s skin. Ronald’s yelp is what wakes him from his trance.
The demon quickly stops, hovering away from the reaper beneath him. He remembers the night of the ball, and how he’d kissed Ronald breathless—to the point Ronald lost consciousness. Never again will he do that. “I— Ronald, forgive me. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Ronald, much to the demon’s surprise, laughs weightlessly. The sound forming fluff in the demon’s chest. Sebastian looks down at his own chest, wondering for a moment where in the world that fluff feeling came from. “It’s okay, Sebas-chan. Please, keep going.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You? Don’t you /always/ hurt me? Physically, anyway.” The reaper grins, winking at the demon. He blindly searches for Sebastian’s hand on the bed. “Come on. We both know I don’t mind.” He finds the demon’s hand and guides it to his neck, running it first across his chest. He feels a rush of adrenaline go through his body, starting from his neck, when requests to the demon, “Choke me.”
Sebastian’s face falls, eyebrows knit in concern. His eyes stay maroon. “No. If you lose consciousness again—”
“I won’t, Sebas-chan. That was just a very bad day for me. I think. There might’ve been a /ton/ of other factors that made it happen. So, please? I trust you.” Ronald raises his hand to pull on Sebastian by the cheek. He kisses him where his palm strikes, then whispers to the other’s ear. “I /want/ you to choke me. Be rough with me.” He takes a deep breath, biting down his lip before he calls him, “/Demon/.”
That gets Sebastian’s eyes glowing red, another growl—sounding more pleased than earlier’s aggravated one, seeming more like a very heavy purr—reverberates from the demon’s throat. Sebastian licks his lips, then his teeth, Ronald eyeing how the demon’s fangs seem to grow longer, sharper, when his tongue goes over it. (He can’t tell for sure, though, with the blur of his eyesight.) “Very well, /reaper/. I understand.”
Ronald hears cracking of knuckles by his ear. When he turns his face to take a look at what caused the sound, he only sees black mass, looking like slender fingers, elegantly flowing. And then he feels it—a cold void wrapping around his neck. It starts with a soft pressure, then gets tighter and tighter, making it more and more difficult to breathe. On his chest, Ronald feels sharp claws—ten of them?—run down his torso. They do not pierce his skin, but they run deep enough to mark red in their wake. Ronald’s eyebrows knit in question: If both of Sebastian’s hands are running down his body, what’s around his neck?
Sebastian’s tongue is back in his mouth while the sharp claws pierce his chest. He tries to cry out in pain, but his voice is kept to an inaudible groan at his throat. Instead, his body twists, his hands—involuntarily—going to whatever it is around his neck to pull them off, but he can’t seem to get a grip of it the cold vine. Ronald looks directly into the burning hellfire right in front of his eyes. He can feel Sebastian chuckle against his lips, yet hear it in plenty of voices in his ears.
Right when Ronald thinks he can no longer breathe, the vine-like void releases the hold on his neck, making relief rush from his neck down his spine. The relief is stretched onward to pleasure when he feels Sebastian’s wet tongue licking up the skin he tore with his claws. Ronald’s body shakes vehemently at the rise and fall of pain and relief, Sebastian toying with his senses. He recuperates, breathing deep, trying to calm his senses the best he could.
Ronald feels his legs be lifted up, and his buttcheeks spread wide by sharp claws. The reaper whimpers when he feels something wet against his entrance. “Sebastian…”
“Yes, Ronald?” Sebastian kisses his nipple before sucking upon it. “Is all this okay? Does that feel good? It’s not too much?”
“Y-yes. It’s fine. I’m fine. /Ah/,” Ronald shivers at a hand stroking his length. He can feel the sharpness of the nails barely grazing his sensitive skin, making him jerk. “But, please—”
“Hmm?” Sebastian’s voice echoes in his ears. Ronald tilts his head back at the pleasure.
“B-before you enter me can I—” Ronald feels his own cheeks flush at his request, but he definitely wants to say it. “Can I suck your dick?”
Sebastian inhales deeply, and exhales with an affirmative moan. He delights in how honest Ronald is today, inebriated by the absolute lust—untainted by guilt or shame—that keeps pulsing in the reaper’s veins. “Of course, if it is what you wish.”
The demon moves up the bed, which creaks at their changing positions. Sebastian takes hold of the wall with one hand, while he positions himself into Ronald’s awaiting mouth. The leaking tip grazes soft lips, leaving a smear of his come upon it, which Ronald licks up with a quick dart of his tongue. The reaper hums pleased, making desire spread like wildfire through Sebastian’s demonic tendrils. Ronald takes out his tongue again, wiggling it in the air, searching blindly for the demon’s arousal. Sebastian guides the tip to it, smearing more come onto the soft tongue, which cradles the head of Sebastian’s arousal before he takes the girth into his mouth.
The reaper sucks softly at first, his tongue toying with the sensitive tip. Ronald closes his eyes as he concentrates on building up a rhythm, which urges Sebastian to thrust his hips to the timing. Ronald moans low when he feels the cock throb thicker inside his mouth, for which he hears Sebastian hiss above him. He releases his jaw, hoping his teeth doesn’t graze the heated flesh. The reaper opens his eyes, looks up at Sebastian, pleads with his stare alone that Sebastian be rougher. He /needs/ it rougher.
Sebastian understands the message. He runs his claws through Ronald’s smooth hair, loving how silky they feel against its sharp blades, and then pulls at the hair to thrust erratically into the reaper’s mouth. The demon shoves relentlessly into Ronald’s hot mouth. He’s done this before, and he knows Ronald can take it. All the while, Ronald thrusts to a vine-like void around his girth, which took the place of Sebastian’s hands, squeezing the reaper’s girth in the ways he likes best.
The demon thrusts in too deep at one point, that it makes Ronald choke around his girth, but he keeps going, giving the reaper no room for breath. Ronald keeps his mouth open, his lips closed around the girth, enjoying how his mouth is used by Sebastian to reach high pleasures, loving how hot and thick the girth is inside of him.
Sebastian feels his rapture coming closer, some streaks of his come falling directly down the reaper’s throat, which Ronald willingly drinks. But before Sebastian could release them all, he pulls away.
The demon, despite his lack of need for breath, is panting when he looks into Ronald’s eyes. His shoulders shiver. “Is that okay?”
“P-perfect,” Ronald pants, licking his lips, his eyes filling up with libido. He looks towards crimson eyes. “Now, r-ram it into me, Sebastian. P-please.” He says between gasps. His hips continue thrusting into the force around his girth.
“As you wish.”
Much like earlier that night, Sebastian enters him with no preparation. Ronald knows he’s an idiot for wanting it this way, and he feels bad that he hadn’t let Finnian or Charles take him that evening. But his asshole had craved to be treated this way—to have Sebastian’s girth chafe him, fill himself with the hurtful love that is falling for a demon. Ronald had missed Sebastian so much, his search for him throughout the costume party had been proof of that. And though they had united while Sebastian was behind a mask as Jeremy, it was not enough for Ronald. He wants to be completely filled with him, while he knows it’s him.
And so Sebastian does so, filling him, inch by inch, thrust by thrust, pain increasing with every movement. Ronald moans loudly at the pain, his throat growing hoarse. He tries to even his breathing, but every exhale ends up as a loud grunt, dipped in both pain and pleasure. Ronald’s noises only tone down when there is a vine-like grip around his neck again, pressing against his throat. He feels his head grow warm as he loses moment after moment of breath, and when he feels like he’s about to lose consciousness, the relief rushes over him, increasing the pleasure of other stimuli on his body.
Sebastian continues this cycle on him, tightening the grip once he’s gained his breath, and releasing the grip just in time for Ronald feel heights of pleasure he’s never reached before. Ronald’s body starts to shake vehemently by the fourth time Sebastian does this, and at this point, Ronald feels his climax coming over soon. Sebastian’s thrusts have gotten more powerful, pushing in deeper than ever before, and Ronald could feel his body burning from the tip of his head to the tip of his toes.
Ronald looks into eyes that continue to burn crimson, not in anger, but in a love Ronald feels in his chest. The reaper struggles to speak against the vice grip in his neck. “C-co….ming….”
“Me, too.” says Sebastian, in between grunts. He thrusts his hips a few more times, and with a loud groan mixed with a growl, he releases his seed into Ronald, releasing—too—the grip he had around the reaper’s neck. The pleasure Ronald feels at that time makes him feel like his body is being torn apart from the inside, every part of his body convulsing as his juices erupt from his arousal. He feels it all in slow motion—the relief on his neck, pulsing down his spine, through his fingers. The way he intakes breath, his blood flowing, the heat that’s pouring into his ass that makes his entire body throb. At that moment, he feels so /alive/.
His come shoots up powerfully, almost like a fountain, cream spurts jumping up then landing down on his stomach. Ronald comes for a long time, although not constant, abrupt streams of come bursting onto his chest, even to his face. Sebastian loads all his juices inside him, making Ronald’s insides feel warm and full.
When their high has calmed down, Sebastian thrusts his hips a few more times—simply delighting in the squelch of his come slushing inside Ronald. He pulls out with a grunt, watching his fluid spurt out from Ronald’s entrance, feeling absolutely satisfied by the sight. He wants to lick the fluid up from Ronald’s leaking hole, but he decides to forego it for another time.
The reaper lies powerlessly on the pillows, his arms and legs continue to twitch. He lets the demon clean him up with a warm towel, (He’s not sure where he got that from, probably out of thin air.) removing sticky fluid from parts of his body, even his face. Once the butler is done, Sebastian crawls up Ronald’s body and kisses his lips softly.
“Was that too much?” whispers the velvety voice.
“No, no, not at all.” Ronald laughs weakly, his shoulders shaking for a moment. “It felt /so/ fucking good. Even your—what were those? Were those vine-like stuff like, part of your real body?”
Sebastian smiles at him, adoring him. “Yes, they are.” He lies down on the pillow next to Ronald, who lies on his side to face Sebastian.
“Hella. They felt /fucking/ good.”
“Alright. Please stop saying that.”
“You are /fucking/ delicious, Sebas-chan Michaelis.”
“Will you really not stop? Your vocabulary hasn’t gotten any better.” Sebastian sighs.
“Isn’t it okay as long as I say the important things?” Ronald laughs. He pulls Sebastian toward him by the neck and kisses his lips softly, closing his eyes. He exhales as he pulls away, opening yellow-green to look into maroon. He whispers against the demon’s lips, “I love you, Sebastian.”
Sebastian abruptly pulls away. Ronald can’t clearly read his expression, but he sees the demon looks shocked.
Ronald rolls his eyes, a smile on his lips. “Really, is this a surprise to you? Last time you even told me you’re in love with me. Or is my memory fuzzy?”
Sebastian looks away. Ronald can see red on his face, and it’s not the red of his eyes. The reaper smirks, feeling accomplished he made the demon blush. “I did say that.”
“Come on, Sebas-chan~” Ronald reaches toward him and squeezes Sebastian’s cheeks. They feel hot. Iron pan over a fire kind of hot. The reaper doesn’t pull away, though. He can take this much burn. “Tell me you love me.”
Sebastian grumbles.
“Sebas-cha~n,” Ronald whines, his voice going up and down. And then he feels lips against his, soft tongue rolling. He closes his eyes, letting Sebastian take control of their oral dance. He reaches into raven hair, loving how silky they still feel. Their lips break with a smooch sound. Ronald licks the string of saliva on his lips.
“I apologize. I’m— I still cannot—” Sebastian speaks weakly. “It—”
Ronald groans, a little annoyed. “Is it really so hard?” He takes hold of Sebastian’s head with both hands, forcing the demon to look straight into his eyes. “Repeat after me, got it?”
“A-alright.”
“I.”
Sebastian hesitates. “I.”
“Love.”
“Love.”
“You.”
“Y—” As he struggles, Sebastian’s head becomes hotter than fire. Ronald ends up letting go of his head, blowing onto his hands to cool them. Ronald could swear there’s even smoke coming out of the demon’s ears.
“Oh, wow. You’re really embarrassed by this?”
“I apologize.” Sebastian covers his mouth, eyebrows furrowed. “I’m truly weak in matters of the heart.”
“Even though you’re so madly in love with me?” Ronald laughs, grinning wide. It makes Sebastian’s heart soar. “But really, it’s okay. I think it’s cute.” Ronald tries to kiss Sebastian’s forehead, but it still feels extremely hot so he kisses the air towards Sebastian instead. “Hmmm, that makes me wonder though, and I know I probably won’t like the answer, but I’ll ask anyway.”
“Yes?”
“Are you like this with your young master? Blushy and all that shit?”
Sebastian quickly answers, “No.”
Ronald’s heart skips a beat. He tries not to grin too wide. “No? You don’t blush around him?”
The demon puts a finger to his chin, looking upward as he thinks about it. Then he states, matter of fact. “Not that I’m aware of, no. Our relationship is different from yours and mine.”
The reaper grins widely at Sebastian’s admitting they are, in fact, in a relationship. He decides not to push the topic, already happy enough he gets to see this side of Sebastian that the young kiddo can’t. “I see, I see. Well, I’ll keep waiting for you to tell me those words, Sebas-chan, so you better practice.”
“I shall do my best.” Sebastian bows softly.
“But not to him, okay? Practice on a mirror.”
They stay quiet for a few moments, relishing in each other’s company. It will perhaps be another long while before they can be together like this again. It’s nice, they each think, to be back here in Sebastian’s room, back where it all began between them. Yet things are much more different between them than the last time they were here. /Much/ different.
Sebastian reaches for his pocket watch with a tendril and checks the time. A few minutes until five o’clock. It’s about time for him to guide Ronald back to the room. He looks down at the reaper sleeping in his arms, his heart filling up with affection for him. He can no longer remember the time he’d felt nothing but distaste for Ronald, with an animosity that burns in his blood. Now all that burns in his blood is a desire for him, to touch him, kiss him, hold him tenderly.
He never got the chance to tell Ronald, but Sebastian was waiting here for him despite no assurance that the reaper would come. Sebastian had been writing latin poems over and over, the same ones he’d written months ago when Ronald came for a sudden visit. He didn’t know how else to distract himself from the pain, struck with the possibility Ronald would never come for him. Not now. Never more. Not when Ronald has two men to satisfy his needs now, and the three of them mesh well together. How can Sebastian ever squeeze himself into that chemistry?
He tucks blonde locks into the other’s ear, and kisses Ronald on his forehead, silently thanking him for coming here tonight. It was an assurance Sebastian badly needed, else he thought they would simply fall apart. He decides not to wake the reaper up, dressing him in the attire he came here in instead.
As he dresses himself up, with Ronald lying dressed in bed, Sebastian notices the red mask that still lies on top of his desk. He wonders if the reaper ever noticed it. It is Ronald’s mask from the ball. Sebastian never had the chance to return it. He wonders, too, if Ronald still has the black gloves he left at his apartment in town, back when he left in a hurry due to his broken heart. Patting Ronald’s fluffy hair, he wonders if it’s alright that he keeps this memento a while longer. (And he doesn’t mind if Ronald keeps his gloves.)
Sebastian then takes Ronald in his arms, carrying him like a princess, making sure Ronald’s head lies comfortably on his shoulder. He walks fast and nimble, making sure no one notices or hears him. He gets to the door of Master Phipps’ room and stops breathing, knowing he wouldn’t like the smell inside.
He opens the door and walks over to the bed. There, he sees Finnian and Master Phipps lying naked together, the gardener inside the Queen’s butler’s arms. Sebastian rolls his eyes at the sight. He did /not/ need to see such a repulsive sight. Before he lies Ronald in bed, he pauses to think if it’s more natural to leave Ronald here with his clothes on or not. He grits his teeth, admonishing himself for not thinking about this more properly while he still had the freedom to.
With a silent sigh, he takes off Ronald’s clothes, then places him on the space available to lie on. Then, as if sensing his return, Finnian rolls towards Ronald, slipping an arm over him, cheek squished against Ronald’s shoulder as he giggles in his sleep.
It pains Sebastian to see this (and it disgusts him), but he accepts it as is. He motions to slip away, but Ronald’s fingers gets tangled in his pocket watch’s chain. He gently untangles the finger from him, presses a kiss on his knuckles, and quietly moves away. In the next blink of an eye, he’s gone, back to his young master’s quarters.
The demon checks his watch. It is eight minutes past five o’clock. He still has an hour before he starts his day. He cleans himself up in the bathroom, washes his mouth, then rests beside his young master, still fast asleep. He waits there until he has to work, watching his beautiful young master in his slumber.
***
The morning had been off to a great start, endless kisses from his now fourteen-year-old Ciel, filling his heart with sweetness. Breakfast preparations also went well, with the servants actually helping out (rather than making a mess). He doesn’t even complain when his master asks Finnian to sit at the table with them (with his two lovers, although Ciel doesn’t seem to realize they’re /both/ his lovers). Sebastian believes his master’s good mood lies in the fact Earl Grey has requested to be served breakfast upstairs rather than here.
What comes after breakfast is what Sebastian hadn’t expected. Ciel had marched over to Ronald Knox and asked for an audience with him before he leaves. Finnian had squealed happily, telling his lover that he’ll wait for him in the garden to wait for the good news.
Sebastian isn’t sure what the young master plans to discuss with the reaper. He only hopes it won’t be something disadvantageous to them.
With water boiling hot in a kettle, Sebastian prepares a lovely dessert for his master and extended guest. He places them neatly on the trolley, pours tea into a lovely pot, and makes his way to the young master’s office where their fates await.
veshkashaw answered your question “tfw you accidentally overwrite a save file and lose 4 pages of hard...”
is this on microsoft word? 'cause i think there's this function that lets you see previous saves i think
it only seems to have my latest save file ;-; unless i’m doing something very wrong. but it does bring up a ‘previous file’ but not previous enough >.>
