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chibimazoku.livejournal.com (chibimazoku.livejournal.com) wrote in porn_battle,

Black Butler, Sebastian/Soma, You have no power here
Soma shrank back against the wall, his shoulder knocking against the painting hanging there. It hurt, the sharp edge of the frame digging into his skin, but he only noticed the pain in a detached, distant sort of way. His attention was devoted to other things.

"My," Sebastian murmured. One gloved hand shot out to straighten the painting, which conveniently positioned him directly over Soma. Up close, the crisply pressed lines of his suit did little to disguise the lean muscle of his form, the deadly grace barely concealed under an illusion of propriety. But the butler's usual polite mask was not in place. Instead, a deadly mocking smile stretched his lips into a broad smirk. "You should have more respect for other people's furnishings."

"I-- I order you to leave me--" Soma hated the way his voice shook, the way he sounded like the scared child he absolutely should not be, especially in a situation like this. Sebastian's lips were cool as they brushed against the nape of his neck, making Soma shiver with each exhalation. His long-fingered hands dragged down the front of Soma's tunic. Soma knew he should push him away, should move, should something, but the bolt of terror-stricken arousal racing down his spine froze him in place.

"Order?" Sebastian's hand was lower now, tracing over the front of Soma's pants. He chuckled low in his throat. "You have no power here, prince."

When his hand closed around Soma's cock through the thin material of his pants, Soma closed his eyes and tried not to think of Agni.