Mr. Wright’s Case
Ciel faced a dilemma here. This was obviously more than what he had planned - seriously more.. but at the same time, he was kind of expecting it. It happened before hasn’t it? Alois never changed. Should he let him continue? Should he respond?
However, before he finished sorting out the question for himself, Ciel reacted on himself. He had decided to go along with it, and so would he. His fingers held tight on the fabric of the other’s shirt while he opened his mouth himself.
Alois was not expecting that. Nevertheless, he couldn’t ever ask for more but get it together with the other boy and, they were. The kiss was sweet, tender and full of expectations. The blonde let Ciel grip tight on his nightshirt while his own hands continued to play with Ciel’s hair, pulling him closer by his neck.
He opened his mouth slowly to french kiss him, with the intentions of teaching him how to do it. His talented tongue massaged Ciel’s as he pulled him closer, letting a small moan leave his lips.
He had to admit that Alois was right before. It did not feel bad, quite the contrary. The act in itself was pleasant. For the first time he was willingly experiencing it, Ciel was able to understand why so many books were making a huge deal of kisses.
But that was enough.
That sound that just came out of Alois suddenly woke up Ciel. He couldn’t… He couldn’t do it any longer.
His other hand grabbed the shoulder of the other, and in one big push he freed himself from Alois’ embrace and quickly sit down in the bed. He was panting, staring at the blonde with wide eyes.
- That’s… e-nough…