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“Come here.” Ciel ordered from his arm chair. His legs were crossed, elbow on the arm, his chin resting lazily in his hand. A frown was etched across his face, directed at the butler standing near his desk, an ornate throw rug separating them.
Sebastian walked carefully toward his master, his feet barely making a sound. His expression was bland, betraying nothing about how he was wondering just what his little tyrant had in store for him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up in anticipation.
He stopped about halfway across the rug, still too far away for his master’s liking. Ciel quirked a brow in warning. His free hand slowly came up, his fingers quickly curling in a quick ‘come hither’ gesture. The tiniest smirk tugged at the demon’s lips as he tauntingly obeyed, each step measured and unhurried.
“Kneel.” The single word was spat once the demon reached the boy’s chair. The smirk stretched a hair wider as the demon slowly lowered himself to his knees. He knew what was coming, especially after his little lord’s trying day- he would be ordered to do something demeaning, to reassure Ciel that his power was still absolute and he wasn’t just a child trying to play an adult’s game. His cock twitched in anticipation.
“Caring for my footwear was one of your tasks for this evening, correct?” The condescending ice in his tone told Sebastian he already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear it. In favor of dragging this out, he carefully wrapped his tongue around each syllable of his response: “Yes, my lord.”
Ciel hmph-ed. “I thought so.” He let out a breath through his nose. “Well then, you’re here, might as well take care of that task first.” Sebastian moved to reverently remove Ciel’s shoe from his foot, but the boy stopped him with a soft “ah-ah!”
A wicked smile split his face in half. “You’ll do it right here. On your knees.” A pause for dramatic effect, the little shit. “With your tongue.”
Sebastian was momentarily taken aback, but then a dark fire slowly unfurled in his chest, warming his fingertips. Would wonders never cease. “As you wish,” he purred, “My young lord.”
A dark red tongue slid over rosy lips bared in a grin. Ciel’s single blue eye tracked the sinuous movement, his mouth quickly going dry. Keeping his gaze fixed on his master, Sebastian slowly took Ciel’s foot in reverent hands, and lowered his face to the leather.
Ciel did his level best not to flinch, but the flare in the demon’s eyes told him he failed. Sebastian’s tongue quietly slipped and scraped over the toe, flicked around the silver buckle, dipped underneath the strap holding it shut. The material was coarse and slightly bitter, no better or worse than any of the human food Ciel had made him eat over the years.
The little lord was doing his best to appear unaffected, staring at the wall with a bored, disinterested expression. But Sebastian knew better- he could hear the quickened beats of his heart, see the miniscule beads of sweat forming on his upper lip. Warm breath created a patch of fog that he then licked off the spit-shining shoe.
It had taken fifteen agonizing minutes to swipe his tongue over every inch of the right shoe, and only when he was satisfied did Sebastian turn his attention to the other foot. Ciel squirmed in his chair, biting his lip and watching Sebastian’s tongue with rapt attention.
He took even longer with the left foot, obviously relishing Ciel’s aroused discomfort- he could practically smell the precome leaking into his trousers. When both shoes were cleaned to his satisfaction, the demon hummed deep in his throat, the rumble vibrating the air around them. Ciel let out a shaky breath he wasn’t aware of holding.
Sebastian sat back on his heels, smug as he licked his lips. “Will that be all, young master?” he cooed, tilting his head to the side like a wolf taking vague interest in its prey.
“Go.” The word was ground out, the boy’s voice tight and strained. He pointedly avoided looking at his butler, laser focused on a spot on the wall. “Do not disturb me for the rest of the evening.”
The demon smirked as he rose to his feet. He knew it would only be a matter of time before Ciel’s whimpers tickled his ears while going about his other tasks. “Of course, my lord. Enjoy your night.” Ciel frowned deeper as he left. Fucking demon.