“It was a deal and I agreed to it but you are the one asking an Earl to serve you. Why would I be any good?” He giggled.
He glared at him. So it is not working?
“What type creative do you want?” He asked, softly but arrogantly.
“Let’s get this straight. I won fair and square, now stop being a sour loser.” Sebastian said through clenched teeth. Accusing him? How lovely.
The demon tried his best to calm down. Hell, he’d be shaking if he’d let his anger take over him. But Sebastian was stronger and better than that. He wouldn’t easily fall, not for this child.
“You’re a child. Use your imagination. Can’t you even do that on your own?”
“Yes you did and I agreed to it. How you claim your prize is none of my business, not that I agree that you even come close to making a good master.”
He tilted his head and smiled, once again licking his own lips.
“I was wanting to know if you just want to insult me or simply want to find something entertaining.” He shrugged. “I don’t have a good one, you just killed it with all those drinks.”
“Charming.” The crow demon commented sarcastically with rolling eyes. His hands were on his hips and staring once more at the selfish brat. “Do not blame me for your poor skills in drinking. Did I not suggest you polish them? If you cannot be creative about it, improvise.”
Ciel had always been bold, always telling what he thought. Sebastian could be tolerant about it, but there were limits. Maybe it would be better if it was him, who’d do the drinking. It’d serve him well.
He took one bottle from the box and unclogged it, drinking the liquid without a second thought.
“I hate you.” He didn’t mean for those words to slip but he is getting drunk. “I have an idea and I don’t think you like it.” He jumped on the other demon and started drinking off his lips.
“Emotions aren’t required in a Master-Servant relationship.” Sebastian stated as he kept on drinking. The alcohol would boost soon enough, since he was drinking too fast.
The man faced the boy questionably, but feeling soft lips against his own disorientated him. He swallowed in air, inhaling an intoxicating taste of catnip tequila and sweets; an unusual combination. His thoughts soon evaporated, feeling nothing as their lips parted away.
His cheeks were flustered due to the alcohol, and his lips were slightly pumped. His breath was almost gone, short. As he stared at those cerulean eyes, Michaelis cursed under his breath and reached to grab the back of the boy’s head. His fingers were entwined between those blueish locks, but Sebastian wasn’t interested in feeling their soft and silky texture. Without a second to waste, he pushed Ciel’s head forward, just to crash his lips with his own into a rough kiss.