spiderwebofsecrecy:

As soon as Alois felt torsos being pressed together and arms around his waist, his other hand came up to hold Ciel’s other cheek. His own breathing was irregular, he had to remind himself to breathe through his nose so he could still breathe. When the stakes were raised and mouths were opening to accommodate the kiss, Alois did the same, his own pride kicking in and refusing to give Ciel complete control. His height advantage allowed him to tilt Ciel’s head back slightly so he could keep the pressure of the kiss steady and keep Ciel where he was.

Being bent back slightly made Ciel feel inferior. Like he was smaller than Alois. Not physically, because that was obvious. But mentally. He couldn’t let that continue. He gripped Alois tighter, his back arching more as he forced their bodies to connect closer than they already were. He continued the rhythmic pattern of kisses, and he pressed his mouth against Alois once more, to rival him. However, it wasn’t enough. How could he get the upper hand? Ciel tried to think, but his thoughts were a blur.