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“So when are you thinking about settling down?” Vincent asks as he aims and strikes the cue forward, sending an array of billiards around the table, sending a few into the pockets. He frowns at his brother's question.
“This again, Vincent?” Sebastian grunts as he leans up against the table's edge, feeling a tight fist in the fabric of his pants. He glances down to see the youngest Phantomhive clinging to his leg. “Besides, why do I need to when I have such a sweet little angel like Ciel?”
“He's my son, Sebastian, not yours,” Vincent chuffs out a small laugh, as the elder twin mirrors Ciel, holding onto his father as the two adults talk around the billiards table. “Get your own.”
“Not with this pretty thing clinging to me,” Sebastian grins, grabbing the young boy up from his position, the boy so small his head barely peeks up above the table. He hoists him up, groaning at the effort. Whilst Ciel may be small, he certainly isn't light, but the boy's legs curl around his midsection, as his hand holds the boy up by his rear.
When his hand squeezes the cheek a bit too hard, he feels the thickness of the muscle. Ciel just giggles a little.
Ciel's arms wrap around his neck, those short fingers scratch against his neck, tickling the short hairs that grow there.
Dinners at the Phantomhive Manor were always nights he relished. Whenever he would find a beautifully clean, pressed white envelope with the vivid blood-coloured seal indented with his family's crest on it, it would always leave him tingling. Make his heart pound and parts of his body throb with each pulsating heartbeat that thumped loudly in his ears.
The invitations were always vague, but if one knew where to look, one knew what words Sebastian knew his older brother would stress on with a smug grin and sly hiss, making him sound like a slippery snake or a slimy eel. Though the way his brother would smile would reveal every secret indentation of his words.
These moments when it was just the four of them, alone and safe inside his brother's study and the attached billiards room. Rachel was long since retired to her bedroom, having kissed the boys to bed hours ago, unaware that they were re-woken to join the brothers for some more intimate and clandestine fun.
“You can't be single too long; people might get the wrong idea.”
“Maybe I should enrol in a seminary,” he shrugs out the idea.
Vincent scoffs out a laugh, “Brother, seeing you as a priest, dear lord, the church already gets enough hushed whispers, don't go about adding fuel to the fire.”
“You saying I'm too predictable?” A frown forms on his face as he shuffles Ciel up higher, feeling the boy starting to slip in his hold. “Does something about me say ‘I fuck kids?’”
“The way you're holding Ciel’s ass is certainly saying something,” Vincent chuckles, glancing over at Sirius, who has his arms raised, emphasising that he wants to be picked up. Vincnet places the cue down and swirls his son up and around before holding him up in a mirror image of Sebastian and Ciel.
“Daddy, I'm bored,” Sirius groans out, drawing out the ‘bored’ to emphasise his frustration.
“Well, what would you like to do, hmm?” Vincent asks, looking down at Sirius like a fox staring down a rabbit.
His brother was certainly never shy about his indecent fascination with children, though perhaps he was only ever bold about his unabashed desires in front of Sebastian, knowing full well the pair had a shared interest in bodies that society deemed obscene.
While Sebastian was more cautious of others and perhaps a little more immersed in these perverse thoughts and ideas, the very idea of getting married to someone was unthinkable. But of course, his brother, with the burden of carrying the titles, would fall for a fair maiden and want to hasten the birth of a child.
Sebastian truly knew that Vincent's need for an heir had actually very little to do with his titles and passing down the family lineage. No, Vincent was just as perverse as Sebastian, with vile thoughts that plagued his mind with vivid descriptions of curiosity, wanting to know just how it felt to feel a child against him in a sinful manner.
Then somehow, either through the devil's miracle or gods damnation, Rachel birthed twins.
One boy each.
Sebastian thought initially that Vincent might have reservations, a possessive streak over his sons, yet he held no qualms about Sebastian being around, nor interacting with his boys. If anything, he seemed to encourage it.
Always informing him where Ciel was located and that when he was ill and bedridden, he was told to be left alone, and for the servants to leave him alone to rest. Offering Ciel to him on a silver platter to touch, taste and feel without fear of interruption.
More than he would like to admit, he had stood inside the boy's bedroom, watching and thinking of all the perverse things he could, wanting to reach out and touch. To touch, to taste, to feel and claim.
He wanted to devour him.
Watching Ciels chest rise and fall rhythmically, his cock pulsated with a turgid heat, a flaming inferno of lust that pumped through his body thickly. His heart was hurting with the effort as if it were pushing molasses through his veins. The sound was deafening, his mind racing like a dog chasing its tail of ‘touch him, touch him, touch him!’
“Uncle Seb?”
Oh, that small, meek, innocent-like voice felt like warm honey drizzled down his body. It makes him shiver, his hand trying so hard to clench around his erection, trying to shield the boy from the lustful thoughts he was having- is still having.
“Are you feeling better, Ciel?”
“Thirsty,” Ciel croaks out, and Sebastian walks over to the jug where water rests inside. He pours some water into a small cup and helps guide the glass to the boy's lips. He tries his darndest not to stare, for his gaze not to linger. But the animalistic hunger that can only focus on the prey in front of him is insanely stubborn.
“How's that?” He asked, his eyes landing on those soft, pillowy lips that are a soft baby pink, with a small sheen of wetness glistening in the candlelight. He had to bite down on his own lips to focus on the pain rather than the way the boy looked like a meal ready to be ravaged. His cock is rock hard, and his undergarments are becoming incredibly tight.
“Good. Thank you, Uncle Sebastian,” Ciel sighed, his cheeks still a deep shade of red and his forehead still moist with perspiration.
“If that's all you need, I'd better leave you to get some sleep,” He leans forward to plant a soft kiss on his head, but also to get a taste of the saltiness of the boy's skin. His prick is practically a rock at this point.
“Wait, no-” Ciel leans forward sharply, grabbing Sebastian’s shirt.
He blinks, not expecting the young boy to lunge with such fever, such urgency. “Ciel.”
“Please, can you stay? I don't want to be alone,” Ciel asks meekly, shuffling over on his large bed, to give sebastian room. He pulls the blankets over to reveal the sheets “Please snuggle with me? I like it when Daddy does it. Can you do it like Daddy?”
Fuck. He fears that if he touches Ciel, he's going to cum in his pants, not even needing to touch his cock. But he silently agrees, shuffling in beside Ciel, hoisting the blanket up so he can curl up right up against the young boy.
Ciel is all smiles, shuffling up close, nuzzling up against Sebastian.
True to form, he ended up leaving that room with cum drenching the insides of his underwear.
“Well, aren’t you a naughty boy?” Vincent teases, his voice dripping with honey and darkening with each word. It draws Sebastian back to the room, pulling him from his thoughts of years ago. Sirius giggles as he hops on his father's lap, legs splayed open as Vincent pulls down the boy's shorts and underwear to expose Sirius’ soft, small cocklet.
It's so puny in Vincent's large hand, but the size difference seems to make Sirius quiver as his fathers hold around his prick, making him shake and moan, pressing back into his father's chest as Vincent rubs and massages the shaft of his son's prepubescent cock.
Sirius squirms, gasping and moaning as his father touches him in such intimate areas.
“How's that baby? Do you like that?”
Sirius nods feverishly, panting and whining, sounding so reminiscent of a little kitten. “Yes, Daddy. I like it when you touch me like that.”
Sirius’ soft mewls and moans rile Sebastian up, watching the boy's small body shake under a lust he’s far too young to understand yet is greedily accepting and begging for from his father's own hand. Sebastian watches as Sirius cock begins to engorge with blood, filling out and becoming hard from his father's touch. Sirius's head is leaning up against his father's shoulder, jutting his pelvis forward, the occasional thrust up into his father's touch.
Ciel notices Sebastian staring at the sight of the duo, watching his brother getting a handjob, but Sebastian soon feels the weight of Ciel's gaze, and pressure up against his half-hard cock. He looks over at the boy sitting atop his lap, noticing the long look, the wide eyes that draw him in like a mouse to a cheese-baited trap, a moth to a light. Those puppy dog eyes beg and plead without uttering a word, yet the request they ask for shouldn't be something that a simple, cute look should be able to convey on such a young boy.
But then again, Vincent has them trained well. And Sebastian is a sucker for innocent blue eyes on gorgeous little boys.
Sebastian grabs Ciel and maneuvers him up further onto his lap, where Sebastian’s cock rests right between the boy's cheeks. Ciel shuffles on top of him, settling into a comfortable position as he also toys with Sebastian, teasing him, almost in a mirror of their siblings' arrangement.
He sinks one hand into the front of the boy's pants, grabbing the boy's prick in his hand, though his fingers slide down further, and he feels the radiating heat and dampness of Ciel's pussy. He encloses his hand, feeling Ciel's cock burning like a furnace in his hand. The little cocklet is tiny in comparison, but it just makes him hornier, feeling such a young, underdeveloped cock in his grasp. Ciel gasps as Sebastian's fingers curl around the tiny shaft.
“Suck on my fingers,” Sebastian tells Ciel with a whisper. Ciel opens his jaw wide, allowing Sebastian's fingers access to his hot, wet mouth. Jesus Christ, the sight of Ciel greedily accepting his fingers shouldn't make him harder, but it does. The image of his cock being the one that enters that glorious tiny mouth has him rutting up into Ciel’s arse like a petulant teenage boy overwhelmed by his desires for the first time. “Good boy. Coat them up good.”
Ciel's tongue laps up along Sebastian's fingers, coating them in a thick layer of drool and saliva. Sebastian grinds his hips up against Ciels rear, and the boy moans loudly in the room. He can feel Ciel push back, pushing his rump up against Sebastian's prick as they grind up against one another.
“Fuck Vincent, I could cum just watching them,” He gasps, watching Ciel take his fingers like a pro, his tongue curling between the digits and sucking at them like a lollipop. He knows the boys are great at giving head. He remembers when the boy would press soft little peppery kisses to the tip of his cock and lick at the head like it was candy. He came in seconds all over Ciels' pretty, dainty little face.
“I know I certainly have,” Vincent chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to Sirius's cheek as the boy pleads and calls out to his daddy. “You need to get a wife of your own, then you can have all the kids you want, then you can groom them as much as you want.”
“Women don't do it for me,” Sebastian frowns, only mildly sulking about that fact. The issue isn't really about women or men but rather his age preference. He's still rather annoyed that the damn Queen had raised the age of consent and marriage. He could've, at least for a while, legally had what he had desired. A young, sweet little thing to fuck and impregnate. “Not anymore, at least.”
“Can't get it up for a woman, Sebby?” Vincent jokes. Nuding Sirius up so he can undo his belt and zipper for his slacks and pulls out his hard, hot member. Sirius wordlessly gets on his knees in front of Vincent and starts licking and sucking on his father's cock. “N-not that I blame you. Fuck Sirius, that's it, just like that. Once I knew what kid pussy felt like, sex was ruined for me.”
“You're playing a dangerous game there, Vincent.” Sebastian reminds him, grinding up against Ciel as the boy lathers up his fingers well and good. “Don't want to impregnate your own son now, do you?”
“They’re eight, Sebastian,” Vicent chides him, but fails to give off ‘big brother’ energy whilst his cock is currently buried in said eight-year-old's mouth. “Besides, not like I haven't noticed Ciel’s cunt still dripping with cum after you’ve visited. Damn pest you are, giving me sloppy seconds of my own son.”
“Pft, you loved it. Tasting me on your sons' spent cunt? Oh, you bet you've done that multiple times. Reminds me of growing up when you and I would spend our afternoons masturbating together. Bet it makes you feel nostalgic, tasting me cum before you remember it's coming out of kidpussy.”
“I like it when daddy kisses me there,” Ciel whispers around his fingers, mouth agape and panting around Sebastian's fingers whorishly. The boy blinks sheepishly before leaning around Sebastian's ear as if to whisper a secret. “But I like it when you do it more, Uncle Seb.”
“Then what hole would you like your Uncle Seb to fuck, hmm?”
“My-my… “Ciel moves his arm to wave over his crotch.
“You're what?” Sebastian asks him, licking along the shell of the boy's ear. Ciel squirms, and Sebastian can see little bumps rising along his arms. “Use your words.”
“My… pussy,” the boy mumbled, his cheeks a delicious shade of pink. The same colour and those rosy lips.
“Good choice,” Sebastian murmurs, pulling his hand out of Ciel's pants to undo his own. His heart is hammering in his chest, and he can hear the blood rushing from his head to his cock.
His throat seems forever dry, and he knows how bloody delicious the boy tastes. He longs to feel the kids' juices warm and soothing his throat like that of a relaxing soup when ill with the flu. He wants the taste ingrained on his tongue. He needs to be forever haunted by Ciel’s cunt and how it feels, tastes and smells like a forbidden ambrosia.
He fumbles with his pants, the front of his undergarments where his cock has been pressing against the fabric is damp, precum already leaking from the excited tip.
Sebastian pulls out his rock-hard cock and lathers it in the spit, drool and saliva that Ciel drenched his fingers with that skilled mouth.
He sees from the corner of his eye Ciel stripping off his shorts, leaving him in his soft baby blue shirt and white underwear that's strained and stressed from the boy's little erection stretching the fabric.
But soon even that's gone as Ciel shoves his under garments off, freeing his erection, and Sebastian can see the mound of Ciel's pelvic bone before it dips to reveal the unblemished, bare lips of the boy's vagina. Puberty had yet to come, leaving his groin free from hair. Naked and bare, and Sebastian was addicted to it.
“Lie down on the billiards table, on your back, I need to taste you,” Ciel nods, jumping up onto the table and lying down, spreading his legs far apart, giving Sebastian a good view of the upcoming feast. He licks his lips and he nuzzles the inside of the boy's thigh, his fingers squeezing into the soft, supple flesh. He presses a long kiss to Ciel’s inner thigh, peppering them along the leg, inching closer and closer to the boy's heat.
So badly he just wants to delve into the boy's lips, lick and suck on Ciel’s clit and force his tongue inside that eager cunt. But he enjoys the whines and gentle moans that escape Ciel's lips.
“Uncle Seb,” Ciel pants. Sebastian feels Ciel tensing, feels the boy's legs tightening around his head, squashing him. “Please, I-I want, no, I need it, please.”
“What do you want, Ciel?” Vincent says, reiterating the need for the boy to work on his desires. Sebastian turns to see that Sirius is no longer kneeling in front of his father's prick but on his lap with Vincent's fingers buried deep inside the boy's cunt. The older twin is hopping up and down on his father's lap, fucking himself on Vincent's fingers.
“Touch me there,” Ciel points to his crotch shakily. “Touch me on my pussy”
“Thatta boy,” Sebastian pulls away from the boy's leg and wraps his mouth around the boy's clit, sucking and pressing the tip of his tongue against the sensitive bud.
Ciel responds to it immediately, as if struck by electricity. His legs spasm and curl around Sebastian's shoulders and pull him in, stuffing his face closer to Ciels' heat. The boy's fingers wrap into his hair, pushing him down and into his crotch.
The sounds Ciel makes sound like an angelic choir, as he moans and mewls out, panting and crying as Sebastian sucks at the boy's clit, licks between the folds of the boy's labia and tastes all the sweat and nectar that lubricates the boy's hole.
“Sirius, go give your brother a kiss for me.” Sebastian hears Vincent's request, and soon those red, puffy lips of Sirius find Ciel’s and the twins kiss passionately. Giving Sebastian a good sight as Ciel and his brother share saliva as their tongues dance together.
He soon feels his brother's presence beside him, and he sees his brother's hand go to wrap around Ciel’s cock, causing the boy to jolt and moan into his brother's mouth. Vincnet gives Ciel a handjob, making sure to do it around Sebastian so he can still view the small eight-year-old being overstimulated.
“I-ma, pee!” Ciel gasps, his words smothered by his brother's lips.
Sebastian moves further down to push his tongue inside the boy's clenching and awaiting cunt. It's practically begging to be filled, and he licks at every inch he can, pressing his tongue against the boy's walls, scooping out all of the juices and taste he can, to drink and swallow it all as Ciel begins to drip.
Vincent's pace of rubbing at his son's cock increases, his hand a flurry of movement as he pumps his son's cock.
“Ah, please stop,” Ciel shouts and cries out. Worming and writhing atop the billiards table. “It's too muchhh~!.”
Then there's an acid taste pouring into his mouth as hot liquid shoots into his open mouth. Ciel's crying and gasping, and Sebastian is feeling water, warm water spray all over his face.
It takes him a moment to realise that Ciel is squirting as his orgasm washes over him, and he wants to drink it all.
“No, Uncle Seb,” Ciel attempts to push him away as he wraps his lips around the boy's urethra, having the boy's squirt shoot into his mouth with each pulsating quiver and spasm. “I’m peeing, don't, ah, drink that!”
He gulps down the special treat, trying to milk it by flicking his tongue against the urethral opening and smushing the clit bud, which makes Ciel squirm under him.
“That's it, Ciel, you did well,” Vincent soothes Ciel. "Here, Sirius, do you want to taste your brother's cum?”
“Yes,” He hears Sirius say eagerly. Ciel is now able to breathe more, pants and heaves, breathing raggedly, spent and exhausted.
Sirius licks and sucks at Vincent's hand, which has small droplets of cum. It's not much, but any is good for a boy Ciel’s age. Sirius hums as he sucks off his brother's semen from his father's hand.
Satisfied that there's not going to be any more, Sebastian pulls away from Ciels crotch. There's a long, thin thread of saliva still chaining him to Ciels cunt, and there's juices and squirt all over his chin. He wipes his hand across his face to get rid of it and sucks on his own hand to get every lingering bit that he can.
“That's new,” Vincent remarks regarding Ciel squirting. “I didn't know he could do that.”
Sebastian agreed. “Neither did I. But perhaps we can try again.”
Vincent huffs out a breathy laugh, “You’re a bloody menace. Far too greedy for your own good. You ought to share.”
“You're shit out of luck, He’s all mine,” Sebastian remarks before getting up, walking over to Ciel, who was still so lost in his own orgasm that he was completely oblivious to him moving the boy's legs open again and forcing himself inside.
Ciel yelps out, not expecting the sudden intrusion, the forceful thrust of Sebastian's cock spreading his walls apart and filling them.
The feeling of Ciels cunt all around his cock makes him see stars; the tightness is unparalleled.
He's been with women before, even virgins, and none have felt as tight as Ciel does. His small boyish body takes him so well, his tiny frame bowing to his cock and bending to it as he pushes himself deep inside until Ciels’ belly bulges, giving Sebastian a good eye of just how deep inside he is inside this little boy.
“Ah, please,” Ciel moans, his fingers gripping Sebastian's arm. “Sebastian, it's too much. Too big.”
“Nonsense,” Sebastian grabs the boy's hands and places them on his bulging belly, pressing down until he can feel the pressure against his cock. “Look, you can take it.”
Sebastian leans above Ciel, rocking into Ciel's tight heat. It pulls him in, like it has his claws embedded, desperate for fullness and to fulfil the purpose that Ciel has been groomed for: being his tiny little lover.
He looks so beautiful, splayed across the pool table like an angel being loved by a devil. Skin pale as marble and unblemished by hair or marks. Baby fat still lingers on sweet face and that cute button nose, and those oceanic blue eyes that sound like the Atlantic waves.
He wants to see all of him.
Sebastian lifts Ciel's shirt up over him and throws it to the floor to be abandoned. He presses his lips to Ciel's, meeting in a heated, feverish kiss.
Sirius couldn't match Sebastian's obsessive desires and his experience. He has ciel mewling and moaning, gasps of moans and pants being breathed into Sebastian's hungry mouth.
Pounding into that hot heat, the walls of Ciel's cunt all around him and the intoxicating scent of the boy's sweat make for an unparalleled experience. The small, inexperienced lips that try to passionately kiss him with the same intensity cannot be matched by any others.
Why would he want any woman when he can have Ciel?
Ciel pulls away, gasping for air and taking full gulps to fill those burning lungs. Overwhelmed by the need to breathe, despite the compulsion to keep kissing.
At least this way, he can listen to the boy's moans.
“Seb-ah!” the boy whines, rhythmic moans escaping those bruised red lips, all puffy from before. “Mhm ah! Feels so good, uncle Seb.”
Sebastian looks over and watches as his cock plunges deep into Ciel's pussy, seeing his length submerging inside of him. Ciel takes him all in like he was born for this, taking his cock until his hips slap against Ciel's. His full length sheathed inside, as far as it would go.
“See, look at that,” he coos, hands feeling the boy's bulging stomach stuffed with his cock. The obvious misshapen lump matches so beautifully with Ciel's spent cocklet, still hard but painfully red. “I knew you could take all of me. You're all filled up.”
“Daddy more!” Sirius gasps out, causing the pair to glance over at the duo midfuck over on the chaise. He sees Vincent vigorously fucking into Sirus’s hole. Bouncing the elder twin on his lap like an ornery stallion.
The plap, plap, plap of their skin smacking together merges with the sound of Ciel's heavy breathing as Sebastian rocks up into him. The clap of their hips colliding, a more muted noise from the pair of horndogs on the other side of the billiards table.
“That's it, show daddy how you ride cock,” Vincent groans out, as Sirius starts to bounce himself on his father's lap, hopping up and down, fingers clasped into his father's shirt for support. “Those horse riding lessons are finally being put to good use.”
“Daddy, please, ahh~!” Sebastian can't see Sirius’ face, but he doesn't need to know that the boy is high on ecstasy, his head lulling back, exposing his neck where his father latches onto it like a thirsty vampire.
“How many times do we have to tell you boys to use your words?” Vincent grapples with the boy's neck, as the sound of sucking ceases “Come on, tell daddy how much you want his cock.”
“I want daddy's cock so bad. I need it!” The boy begs, and it makes Sebastian groan. God, they've ruined these boys, made them hungry for cock and gotten them hooked on lust.
If it weren't for his own possessiveness, he almost liked to entertain the idea of inviting a few ‘friends’ over and seeing these boys thoroughly fucked through. Envisioning them. Covered in cum, with the taste of cock on their tongue and their cunt dripping for days, so thoroughly bred by numerous men.
But Sebastian has no intention of sharing Ciel with anyone else other than the people in this room.
“You're such a little cockslut,” Vincent says before shoving his tongue down Sirius's throat. “My cockslut.”
“Yes! I’m Daddy's kidslut. Please, daddy, I want to cummm~.” Sirius whines as the smack, smack, smack of Vincent's hips thrusting up inside his son's cunt, the boy groaning and gasping as his father fucks him in such a violent manner. “Ohhhh, yes! Ah, daddy, I want your cum!”
The words coming from Sirius' mouth are profane, but they make his dick twitch, make him throb, his pace trying to match his brothers as he starts to hear Ciels tiny little gasps, feeling the fingers holding his arm, tighten their grip. His eyes hang on Ciel’s proud and lone cocklet, standing up strong and hard, tip red with tiny beads that are forming at the tip.
If he could, he would wrap his lips around the head until Ciel comes again. Instead, he wraps his hand around it, causing Ciel to yelp in surprise.
Ciel keens. “Oh god!”
“Gotta make my special boy feel good,” He whispers, leaning up against Ciels front, the table rocking unsteadily from his thrusts. The scratch of the wood grinding with each thrust as Sebastian pushes himself further and further inside of Ciels' squelching cunt with every movement of his hips.
“Ah, seb, please, ah!” Ciel cries out, small, little fingers grasping at him feverishly. Desperate to ground himself as waves of electrical ecstasy start to overwhelm him again. “It's so much, too much. I feel so…”
“That's it, baby, cum from my cock,” Sebastian kisses the boy's lips, licking the salty sweat forming on those rose petal lips before claiming the boy's mouth with a satisfied hum.
The tight heat around his groin constricts, pulsating around him, and it feels so damn good, and his own ragged breathing matches the eight-year-old beneath him.
“Ah! I'm peeing again!” Ciel cries, gasping as his body tenses as his body is overwhelmed by his orgasm.
“Come on, Ciel, cum,” Sebastian pants, leaning atop Ciel, pumping the boy's shaft until small squirts of gooey whiteness shoot from the tip onto his hand and a warm wetness sprays on his hips.
There's a knot forming in his guts, a burning throbbing heat like a furnace burning over, the wetness adds further lubricant to his cock and makes him glide inside like melted butter, and the wet noise it makes sets him further on edge.
It's so obscene, a sound that screams about its source, a noise that couldn't be mistaken for anything else other than what he is currently engaged in, has him feeling high. The scent of Ciels' orgasm radiates around him like a miasma that burrows into his senses, drowning him in it.
The heat builds and builds inside, his cock sending shock after shock throughout his body that has him grunting until the damn bursts and he climaxes.
“Ah fuck, Ciel!” Sebastian groans out, gasping as he attempts to keep himself up, hand against the faux green of the billiards table, to stop himself from crushing the boy beneath him. He’s ragged and exhausted, and Ciel matches, his eyes blown wide and dark, covered in red patches along his neck, hair a mess and lips puffy and red.
As Sebastian's cock starts to soften, his seed starts to drip out. When he pulls himself from Ciel, the boy's hole is wide and gaping, red and pink clenching and unclenching, trying to close around a cock that's no longer there, as a white substance pours out from the hole onto the green of the table.
He takes deep, calming breaths before falling against a spare chair.
Sirius and Vincent are currently engaged in a deep kiss and hug, Vincent's cock drenched and glistening, hanging soft and spent as cum drips from Sirius onto the wooden floor.
Vincent finally pulls away from his son, noticing Sebastian and Ciel catching their breath.
“So… same time next week, brother?”