Alois smirked, his confident gaze locking with Ciel’s uncharacteristically nervous one. The blonde leaned into the younger earl, arms slipping loosely around the boy’s neck as he did so. Their bodies were almost touching at this point.
“Alright, I’ll show you,” he purred, lips brushing softly against Ciel’s in a kiss much more gentle than the first they’d shared.
Anger bubbled inside him as the boy laced his arms around his neck. His eyes lowered and he found himself nearly glaring at the other. Ciel knew what this was all about - this entire gesture. It was to prove something. He refused to go down with out a fight.. or go down at all.
Their lips finally touched, and Ciel stood still for a moment. Contemplating his next move. He knew Alois wouldn’t call this a kiss, since he wasn’t doing much more than receiving it. No, he had to return it, right? Ciel hesitantly lifted his arms around the blonde’s middle, his eye slipping closed as he pressed his own lips against the earl’s. Red tinted his cheeks as he pressed on, and his breath slowly became steadier.
