ִ ࣪♕ ⸝ 𝓟hantomhive . ִ

// omg hiiiii 🥺

sorry, i meant... miniscule. tiny. pathetic.

it's too small for me to have even noticed.

... i cannot believe you.

// don't be shy 🫶🫶🫶

// ciel and who

[ ciel's uncovered eye widens in pure shock over the hand clamping over his mouth. quickly, hands come up to wrap around his wrist, trying to pry it off. there's a lot of muffled cursing against his palm now... 💧]

what? did i strike a nerve? poor dog. [ says ciel in a mocking tone; clearly enjoying the reaction that he gets. ] you'll survive.

the other person here who destroyed a batch of cookies. you, idiot.

tsk— quit your grumbling, mutt.

..If the two of them keep bickering, my head may very well just implode.

What is Ciel if not cruel?

If Ciel had the energy, he'd be prattling on about how much he hates Claude, and call him every name under the sun. But, for now, he's a mess for the demon. Beginning to squirm more beneath him as he draws closer and closer to his orgasm; Becoming overwhelmed by the build-up.

there you go again.

don't deflect.

that's abysmal.

Upon being bitten, Ciel yelps and almost squeals. All the while, swollen, velvety insides contract and squeeze Claude like a vise. Tight and unforgiving, and seeping his juices. How humiliating it is to be so close to climaxing because of this... Filthy, agitating demon.

On top of that, nightly, Sebastian *must* watch Ciel please himself. Perhaps that much will suffice...

With a new punishment set in place, it will be Sebastian who is denied pleasure. Of any kind. Even by his own hand.