
The fact that Ciel wasn’t immediately pulling away out of disgust was a good sign, and the fact that he was not only maintaining the kiss, he was reciprocating it as well. When Alois felt pressure being returned, he mirrored it and pushed against Ciel’s lips even further. A tentative hand came up to cup the bluenette’s cheek, and Alois was half expecting it to get slapped away. He wasn’t pulling away until Ciel did.
As soon as he felt a hand cup his cheek, he opened his eye. However, Alois had his eyes closed, and Ciel soon realized it was all part of the game. The boy closed his eye once more, and decided to use his own hands in this challenge. His arm slinked around the other’s form, and he pressed him closer. His breathing wasn’t steady, but it didn’t matter. As long as he didn’t pull away first, he would win. The pushing continued, and Ciel’s lips began to open and close around Alois’. Ciel might have been more than inexperienced in this task, but the flow of it all felt right. He would have to learn how to do all these things to win, and there was nothing stopping him.
“… Just shut up.”
Then why allow it to go on as long as you did?