Happy Valentine's Day, motherfuckers.
Hello once again! Welcome to my third fic - Relapse. I came up with this name the day I came up with the plot of this fic, about two months ago. I just realized there is another fic called Relapse, but...who the fuck cares. I don't. First-person narrative is new for my style, but I love writing it, so hopefully it shows.
If you've never read any of my fics - please note - there is language and fucking sex. Sometimes there are drugs and fuck there is a lot of dick in it.
A quick note answering a common question - No, none of the other characters in this fic will be from Kuroshitsuji. They will not matter. Only Sebastian and Ciel matter. I MIGHT include one other, but yeah - this is strictly centered around the two.
This is a story about Ciel. It's a story about a virgin Sebastian. Please enjoy, and review if you would like me to continue.
"Oh fuck yeah, come on. More. More." I'm sweating. My unclothed back is pressed against the wall of a very expensive hotel room as the man in front of me slides his mediocre dick inside my nice, tight ass. I wrap my legs around his naked waist and clench his dick so tight that he winces. He goes faster, his hungry cock slides in and out of me so forcefully that my head is slamming into the wall with every erratic thrust. It's annoying. His face has that weird smirk on it so I lift my hand and smack him in his ugly fucking mouth.
"Are you going to fuck me right or are you going to continue acting like some pathetic jack-rabbit virgin?" I smile, my perfectly shaped lips curl into my blushless cheeks and I give a reassuring grunt when he lifts me up and throws me on the bed. Looking to the side, I see a mirror. Fuck, I'm beautiful. What man could resist me? My damp locks of hair are dark and cut perfectly - ear length, not too long like some degenerate hippy and not too short like some uptight 1950's middle-fucking-American. My long dark lashes sweep over my gorgeously blue eyes while I fixate on the way my perfect dick is shaped. I'm hard. But not as hard as I can get because this guy sucks at fucking. Back to my dick though - it's perfect, a masterpiece - truly. I'm not grotesquely large, about a good seven inches. It's nice and thick and the perfect shade of pink. Guys love pink. Their mouths are attracted to that color. I had that revelation many years ago, but I digress. I'm clean - all shaved. My hygiene is impeccable; I smell fucking amazing even when I'm like this. It's as if every perfectly-sized pore on my skin releases a beautifully intoxicating fragrance that no man can get enough of. My body is small, I'm only about 5'8 but I'm thin and toned. My skin is akin to that of a Greek god it's so damn flawless.
The nameless guy interrupts my observations when he jumps on top of me. He's extremely good looking - as if I would pick up some ugly fucker. Not with my body, my body only wants the best, it deserves the best. He runs his hands over my chest and then plays with my lovely pillar of flesh.
"Do you want me to lick you?" he asks, as if frightened of my answer.
"Use that mouth for something other than talking" My hand slams into the back of his head and I push him onto my waiting dick. My cock hates to feel impatient so I lift my hips and force it all the way into this sorry fucks mouth. It's hot in there and he covers his teeth as he sucks - it feels…how does it feel? It feels good, somewhat. Yea, we'll say it feels okay. His hot tongue wraps around my perfectly shaped shaft and he prods at the underside, making me give a pleasurable moan. Right after though, he makes the biggest mistake almost all men make after doing something that feels good. He takes it out of his mouth and fucking speaks.
"Yeah, do you like that?" His face is instantly ugly to me as it's cradled between my impeccably soft thighs. I clench his dirty blond locks of hair between my fingers and yank his head back with force.
"You fucking moron, that's the stupidest fucking question you could ask. Of course I fucking like it - you're sucking my dick. Have you ever had that tiny dick of yours sucked? You DO know what it feels like right?" he gasps in pain as I tug harder "You're lucky I gave you one fucking moan. Even your dick inside of me didn't make me feel a damn thing. Then right when I feel the smallest bit of pleasure from your shitty fucking cock-sucking skills, you stop? You HAVE had sex before, correct? You understand the simple mechanics of cock-in-mouth, right? Right?"
All I hear are sharp, very unattractive shrills as I rip his useless head away from the artwork which is my dick. The guy puts his head in his hands and sits on the side of the bed as I begin to laugh. I hug my own waist, his pathetic actions are that funny to me.
"Ha! Are you crying? You're crying like some pussy-ass faggot!" I throw a pillow at his cowering head and laugh some more "Get the fuck out of here, you're useless, completely and utterly useless to me."
He gets up without looking at me and starts to slide on his ugly silk boxers. That reminds me, I need to pick up some dry-cleaning. I hope they removed all those damned stains, they never do anything right. No one does anything right, no one is good enough for me. My eyes slide back to the mirror as I rest my head on large satin pillows in the pricey room that I didn't even pay for. I lift my slender leg high into the air and frown. Sometimes I think I'm too pale, but really, I'm not. It's just my imagination. My skin tone is perfect, I don't even know why I doubt myself sometimes. I should refrain from frowning though, wouldn't want any wrinkles surrounding my perfectly flushed lips.
"Goodbye then, I'm sorry if - "
"Out" I interrupt his useless speech and point my perfectly manicured finger towards the door "Now".
The sorry excuse for a man leaves the room and I spread my legs across the entire expanse of the bed. My dick is slowly pulsating downward, becoming soft with every pump of blood from my disappointed heart. I need sex. I need to come tonight.
I hurriedly get up and place my royal blue bathrobe around my adorably rounded shoulders. As I pick off some bothersome lint from my sleeve, I open the door to my room.
The room is on the tenth floor, so I go and scope out the large balcony which overlooks the city skyline. There is a small recreation area next to it but everything is empty, so I sigh and ruffle my silky-soft tufts of hair. My eye catches movement just as I'm about to turn back, and I squint at the silhouette of a figure.
A man, about thirty years old, dressed in a suit is smoking a cigarette. He's intriguing because he's tall and has muscle - I can tell just by looking at men, if they have good muscle structure or not. This guy does. I like that. I slide the glass door open and close it behind me.
It's fucking freezing out so I tighten my robe over my smooth, hairless chest and approach him.
"Got a smoke?" I ask flirtatiously, but not overtly so. I have to test the waters before going in for a swim.
He turns around. Oh yeah. Just my type. Dark brown hair, green eyes, a haughty smirk on plump lips. Those lips could suck me any day. No. Just today. Just right now. His eyes look me up and down as my elbows lean against the railing, my hips sticking out seductively.
"For you I do" he says. That's what I thought. He gets close to me and has the audacity to place the cigarette between my slightly pursed, perplexingly moisturized lips. As he's doing that, he blatantly checks me out, looking under my robe and probably at my beautifully pert nipples.
"See anything you like?" I whisper cheaply, catching his attention as I notice that gleam in his eye. He removes the cigarette from my lips and puts it in his own mouth, lights it, and gives it back. I place two fingers between the stick and inhale deeply. The cigarette is of horrible quality and tastes like shit but I don't let him know.
I smirk when I see him unbuckle his pants. He takes his dick out and my eyebrows lift. Now that certainly was fast. His cock is long, but it's one of those weird, not ugly skinny but just uncomfortably not-thick dicks that you roll your eyes at. He's proud of himself though, he probably thinks he's big. I chuckle softly at the thought and take another puff as I incessantly stare.
"Give me some good head and I'll make it worth your while." He actually said that. Those words came from his dirty fucking mouth. I laugh. He's not aware that I don't suck dick, but he will be in a moment.
I grab that girthless rod and squeeze it roughly "I don't give head, but how about I bend over this railing and you fuck me nice and hard?"
He gasps, surprised at my actions, my words, my godly fucking touch. Precum is getting on my index finger and it bothers me, but I don't let it gross me out. He leans in and tries to kiss me, and I immediately turn my head and let go of the stringy cock.
"I don't think you understand, tiger. I don't suck dick, and I certainly don't kiss." I'm tired of playing games so I look to my left and then to my right, making sure no one is around. I press my torso over the ice-cold railing and bend over. Lifting my robe I spread my legs for him and arch my back. Come on, look at it. "I fuck. Now are you going to fuck me or not?"
"Shit" he moans at the very sight of me. My asshole is the most beautiful thing he's ever fucking seen and he knows it. Hell, I know it. It's perfect, pink, warm and tight as fuck. That last part he doesn't know yet, but he will in a few seconds.
I turn my head and see him lick the palm of his hand with that disgusting about-to-fuck expression on his face. I hate that, it's extremely unattractive and entirely too animalistic for my taste. Licking your palm like some fucking inbred fuck about to penetrate some farm animal. Makes me sick, but I'm not the one to complain right now.
"Ah...shit" I bring my cigarette up to my lips and look at the city lights in front of me as he lets himself slide into me. His length makes me moan and he rudely kicks apart my legs, separating my flawless thighs even more. I don't even think he notices the fact that my ass was just used moments ago. It doesn't matter, though, because the groan that comes from his lips makes me smirk approvingly and I know he fucking loves it.
"Man you're nice and tight." Told you. He likes it, who wouldn't, I'm a great lay. I push back into him and he starts to move in and out at a rough, rhythmic pace. One of my hands is desperately clenching on to the railing as the other brings the cigarette up to my lips yet again. My body is rocking back and forth and my dick is hard and wet as it bounces up and down against my robe. That feeling of just letting go bubbles within me and I moan loudly to the nine stories below.
"Fuck, yes. Yes" I can feel it coming. His thrusts are getting harder and harder and he's grunting so loud that I fear someone will hear us. I'm just kidding, I don't fear it, but it is in the back of my mind. The sound of his slippery dick entering my seamlessly narrow cavern makes me shiver with delight and I let go of the railing to grab my own, regretfully ignored cock. Oh fuck, I love touching myself. I'm so good at grabbing my own dick that I smile into my next drag. My slender fingers move loosely over my shaft just how I like it and I moan at my own actions as I release a breathy puff of smoke.
He jerks his hips, slamming my body into the metal railing as if he couldn't care less – and he doesn't, why should he? The pain in my abdomen subsides when the tip of his slightly malformed dick squeezes past my prostate.
"FF-fuuck!" I can't help myself, I start pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. I want a bigger dick, I want a longer fatter cock inside of me but this will have to do so I slam against him, almost making him lose balance. He grabs on to my hips and grunts as loudly as he can, his last forceful thrust going off like a sonic boom within my chest cavity.
"AH!" I squeeze my cock so hard as I come that it feels like I lose consciousness for a split second. The cigarette in my left hand is knocked out by the intense thrust and my mouth is open, wordless, as I watch the lit stick slip right through my fingers and into the vast backdrop of shimmering city lights.
The insurmountable amount of pleasure I feel is like a drug being shot directly into my veins. I love it. I need it, I crave it several times a day. I feel it coursing through my every nerve and it takes my breath away. Not the wealth of my family, the profitable occupation I've obtained, the immaculate looks I inherited nor the success of my entire fucking life up until now can even pale in comparison to that one single miraculous moment when I orgasm. It's a powerfully concentrated fire that ignites within me every single time and I simply can't live without it.
My name is Ciel Phantomhive, and I'm a sex addict.
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