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It's a wonderful evening, right after the sun has just settled, almost every area has been swallowed by the darkness, yet there’s one that exceptionally glows among the phantomhive manor, the library. The room is dimly lit by a large chandelier hanging from the high intricately molded ceiling, casting a warm amber glow over the polished mahogany floors and the richly colored persian rug that covers much of the space.
In the center, a young ten years old boy lies on his stomach, stretched out comfortably on the floor, with his elbows propped up to support his head as he reads a book placed on the floor. On the other hand, his older twin brother, Ciel, sits cross-legged beside him, reading one of the books his father urged him to read and study.
Neither of them speaks nor utters any words. They were comfortable with the silence and content with the presence of each other. The only sound is the gentle rustle of pages turning, soft yet distinct.
Ciel sighs, closing his book with a soft thud. His gaze drifts toward his younger brother
“I will just get another book.”
With a simple nod as a response, Ciel rises from his spot on the floor. His feet pad quietly across the carpeted floor and head toward the towering bookshelves, with little to no interest scanning rows of spines in search of something new.
Ciel doesn’t quite understand what’s so entertaining in reading all of these books that it got his younger brother so hooked up that he would choose to do this over playing with him. Ciel never wanted to admit it because he knew his younger brother would detest him for it, but he always has the urge to burn the library until every single book turns into ashes, just so all of his younger brother’s attention would only be his.
Running a finger along the slightly dusty covers, he tilted his head, squinting at the titles, until he paused, his hand hovering over a new book that caught his eye. The red book stands out vividly on the shelf, its deep crimson cover almost glowing amidst the more muted tones of neighboring volumes. Ciel, as simple-minded as he is, took the book without much thought because he didn’t want to spend more time away from his brother.
Ciel strides in, with the book clutched in one hand. He pauses for a moment, his gaze drawn to his younger brother lying comfortably on the floor, lost in a world of his own. His legs are bent, feet crossed in the air, and he’s deeply absorbed in the pages, with his face close to the text.
His expression is focused yet relaxed, eyes shining with interest as he reads. His hair falls slightly over his forehead, and he occasionally flips a page, eager to find what happens next. What a beautiful scene, Ciel just could never get bored of it.
It’s one of the reasons why he undeniably somehow enjoys hanging out with his little brother in the library because of this. He gets to watch him read peacefully, as if he’s in a world of his own, completely oblivious to his surroundings. Oblivious to the burning gaze of his older twin.
Ciel loves every detail drawn to his little brother, like an artist took his time creating him to be a perfect piece. He loves the way the soft light would cast over his face, making him glow, adding to the charm of his cherry, bright smile. His long lashes fluttering with every blink, spidery shadows prominent on his upper round cheeks. Every moment is worth watching.
Despite them being identical twins, Ciel had always thought that his little brother was more beautiful, more similar to their mother Rachel’s features. Looking at himself in the mirror feels so different compared to when looking at his younger brother.
It’s something Ciel believed that only he who actually appreciates his little brother would be able to recognize the difference. Not even their own parents can, sometimes mistaking them as each other, only if it weren’t for their different personalities. and Ciel takes pride in it.
As he walks over to the couch, Ciel gives his younger brother a final glance before settling in with the book on his lap. Ciel opened the newly found book, like any other book, he half-heartedly scans each page, his expression bored. As usual, there was nothing remarkable, no matter how unique the book looked from the others, it was just the same, boring. Ciel thought.
Until then, something catches his eye—a line, a word, an image—something electric on the page that instantly pulls him in. His posture stiffens, and he leans forward, eyes widening. His heartbeat quickens, and a bead of sweat gathers on his forehead as he starts flipping back to make sure he didn’t miss anything.
There, an illustration of a perfect red heart-shaped fruit, and somewhere along the lines reads
“Because strawberries naturally contain sugar, they may give semen a sweeter taste than usual.”
At first Ciel did not completely believe it, but the more he pores over the passage, the more his breathing becomes shallow. Gripping the book close to his face, he peeks over the top of the book, his gaze fixed on his little brother across the room, still engrossed in his own reading, unaware of everything.
Ciel’s cheeks warm up with a soft blush, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. In his mind, he begins to drift, imagining himself devouring his little brother while tasting like strawberry, his favorite fruit. The thought alone sends a pleasant flutter through him, suddenly he’s more aware of the growing tent on his shorts, thighs uncomfortably shifting.
Then his gaze shifted to the untouched strawberry cupcake in front of him. The irresistible deep color of red stays on top of white frosting. It's a snack similar to his little brother, except his is chocolate because it’s what he prefers. It was given by their butler Tanaka earlier, ordered by Ciel to be given in advance because he doesn’t want anyone entering the library in the middle of their bonding time.
Slowly, Ciel picks up a fork and takes a small bite, letting the sweetness melt on his tongue. The fresh strawberry is juicy, its flavor bursting with a natural sweetness that tastes like summer. As he savors the taste, he can’t help but wonder if his little brother would just taste the same, or much much better?
Of course it would be much better! He already knows how delicious his little brother is, he’s had a taste before, a lot of times to be exact. In the night, where everyone is sleeping, Ciel would indulge himself under the sheets, eating out his sleeping little brother, as a treat for himself for doing his earldom studies successfully.
Deep down he knows it was wrong, but he just couldn’t help himself because his little brother just tastes so heavenly, and he can’t get enough of it.
So two of his favorite things in one? He must be dreaming! It’s too good to be true, but it wouldn’t hurt to try, nothing's going to lose if he tries to find the truth, right?
Ciel did not waste any time, the moment he discovered such a thing. He already came up with a plan of feeding his little brother strawberries for an entire week, but he pledged to himself that he would not dare steal a single taste of his little brother during the duration. He thought five days would be enough because Ciel wasn’t a patient boy, but he ended up going for the week. He knows it was a bit of a hard decision, but it was for a better and sweeter result!
The first three days were easy, Ciel only needed to request to put fresh strawberries in every meal. From breakfast to dinner, even to midnight snacks. At least a bowl of strawberries would've needed to be present, or else Ciel would’ve threatened to fire the servants for not obeying his requests.
The problem is, his little brother has taken notice. Of course he would notice, he’s not as oblivious as anyone thought of him to be. Ciel has expected that this would happen eventually, he’s surprised that he actually managed to get past day one.
Today marks the 4th day, and he decided to do everything in his own hands. Standing at the door of their shared bedroom, a bowl of fresh strawberries cradled in his arms. Ciel steps into the room, he finds his little brother lounging on the bed, absorbed in the book he’s reading. Noticing the elder twin’s presence, he looks up with a mixture of confused and surprised expressions.
“Ciel, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be studying with your tutor right now?”
“The tutor had an emergency, so i let him go early” it was a lie.
Ciel was in the middle of his lessons when Tanaka went to deliver his snacks for the afternoon tea and the news of his little brother leaving the bowl of strawberries untouched. Of course this made Ciel worried, because he didn't want the plan to be ruined, so he requested the lesson be ended right away, promising that he would catch up in the next lessons.
So here he is sitting beside his younger brother, holding a bowl of strawberries offering to the obviously uninterested younger twin.
“No, please thank you I had enough,” he says, trying to wave him off so he could go back to his book, but the elder boy is undeterred. With a cheeky grin, Ciel approaches, holding the bowl closer.
“Look! I drizzled it with chocolate, and they’re really good together, try it! ”He doesn't take no for an answer, playfully nudging the bowl toward his little brother’s face to show him that it is indeed drizzled with chocolate.
The younger twin sighed, attempting to push the bowl away, even with chocolates, it doesn’t look as appetizing as how ciel describes it to be. But the elder’s determination shines through. Ciel grabs a strawberry and holds it up, urging his little brother to take a bite.
“Just try one, please! ”
Not wanting any unnecessary argument, the younger boy gave in and took a bite of the fruit offered to him.
“It tastes good, right? ”Ciel says with awaiting eyes, to which the younger nods in agreement. The chocolate did really make the strawberry less tiresome to eat somehow.
“Good, have more,” Ciel smiled, picking up another strawberry instantly.
The younger boy’s face twists into a mix of surprise and apprehension as he leans back, his eyes widening and eyebrows shooting up in a silent plea to be spared.
“I thought only one was enough? ”
“But it would go all to waste, I prepared this for you, it would really make me sad if you do not empty this bowl right now, please? ” Ciel is determined to see him take another bite, turns on the charm, and gives him the full force of pleading, soulful puppy eyes, the younger’s resistance visibly crumbles, unaware of the true intentions behind his twinkling eyes.
The younger lips press into a thin, reluctant line, and he eyes the fruit with visible disgust, scrunching his nose slightly. He doesn’t really want to take another one. What more to empty the bowl? But if Ciel prepared it for him, then he should at least appreciate it. He sighs in reluctant surrender and finally opens his mouth, resigned to his fate as he takes the fruit yet again in his mouth.
Ciel’s gaze is fixed, almost entranced, on the slow trail of juice glistening as it drips down his little brother’s chin. His eyes follow the line it makes, moving from his lips down to the curve of his jaw. He swallows slightly, lips parting, his own mouth watering as the thought crosses his mind. His cheeks grow warm, and he feels a small thrill at the idea of leaning in to lick it away, his heart racing as he imagines the sweet taste on his tongue.
Ciel, unable to resist any longer, suddenly leans in and softly, yet quickly, licks the juice from the other’s lips. His eyes widen in shock, and he freezes, momentarily stunned by the unexpected move of his elder twin.
“Wha-”
Before the younger could protest, Ciel grabbed his face, closing the gap between their lips once more, to which the younger let out a surprise squeak because of its slightly aggressive hold. He eyed the way Ciel’s eyes flutter close to appreciate the tangy taste of the fruit mixed with his little brother’s saliva.
Ciel could feel his cock twitch for a moment to which he pulled back right away, eyes hazy as he stared at the glistening lips of his younger twin. If this is how good his little brother’s lips taste like mixed with strawberry then how much more if he finally gets to taste his pussy?
His eyes then moved to his little brother’s face, his cheeks flushed a deep red, and his lips part slightly still in surprise, caught between confusion and an unknowing feeling he couldn’t explain. He stares at him, trying to process what just happened.
“Ciel why did you do that? ”
The elder gave him a knowing smile, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Because I wanted to get a taste too.”
Before he can react, Ciel’s already stepping back, flashing a cheeky grin. Without waiting for any response, he spins on his heel and dashes off, giggling as he glances over his shoulder before closing the door, leaving the other stunned and a little breathless, hand touching his lips in astonishment.
The moment Ciel was outside the room, he let out a shaky, relieved breath, his lips curving into a small smile as he thought back on the moment of kissing his little brother. It wasn’t the first time they have kissed on the lips, but it was not very often like the normal pecks on the cheeks, which is why it's still considered unusual.
A mix of excitement and relief washes over him—thankful he managed to escape in time because he knows that if he’d stayed even a second longer, he would’ve completely given in. But can you blame him? His little brother looked very irresistible just now, his cute little confused face makes his heart shake like a fool in love.
After that, Ciel spends the entire day in a haze, his mind drifting back to his little brother over and over, replaying the scene earlier, the way how delicious he looked. By the time dinner rolls around, he’s barely touching his food, his gaze fixed on his little brother beside him.
He watches his every move, captivated by the simplest gestures—the way his eyes light up as he stares at the food in front of him, the way his cheeks would puff out like a rabbit as he chews, savoring the taste with a little hum of approval. Ciel’s heart races each time he glances his way, with crumbs lightly dotting the corners of his mouth, and he feels a flutter of excitement he can’t contain.
All he wants now is for the evening to end so he can lie in bed with his little brother. They’ve always shared a bed together despite them having separate beds, never once did Ciel allow his younger brother to sleep anywhere far from his embrace. Fortunately, his little brother loves cuddling and loves the warmth they emit to each other—better than any heated blanket on a cold evening.
His little brother is always the first one to sleep, content with the feeling of Ciel's body pressed behind his back, short arms curled around him, always completely oblivious to the growing bulge in between his ass. An embarrassing secret of his elder twin, with only the night as the witness.
As the dinner ended, everyone drifted to their nightly routines. The two little brothers nestle into their shared bed, the room falls quiet and cozy, dimly lit by the faint glow of a moonlight. Ciel’s already tucked in, his eyes half-closed, a peaceful look on his face as he clutches the covers close to his chest. The younger one leaned down to plant a warm kiss.
"Goodnight, Ciel.” Then he snuggles under the covers, yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes as he burrows deeper into the pillow.
Beside him, the elder brother lies very still, eyes shut just enough to look convincingly asleep. But every so often, he peeks through barely-open lids, watching as his younger brother’s breathing slows and his little body relaxes, drifting further into sleep. The elder boy stays quiet, fighting the urge to squirm, his small face determined to keep up the act until he’s sure his brother is sound asleep. Only then does he allow himself to move, as he hears the light snore.
Ciel inches closer, feeling the steady rise and fall of his little brother's breathing. Gently, he wraps his arm around him, his embrace soft and careful, as if hugging a delicate treasure. As he nestles closer, he sighs quietly, a peaceful sense of comfort settling over him. His brother stirs slightly but doesn’t wake, instinctively relaxing into the hug, like he already knows that he’s in safe arms.
He can feel the warmth radiating through their pressed body, and he can feel his private part becoming more painful as the time passes. He’s been trying his best to suppress these desires, and finally the night has come for him to indulge in another fun. But as he promised himself, he can’t have a taste of his little brother as long as the experiment runs.
Fortunately, he knows another way he can help himself alleviate the pain, and it's just the best. Slowly he started pressing his crotch closer to his brother’s ass, there he could feel the shape of his pussy, feel how soft and a little wet it was. His breaths shallow and controlled, every movement cautious as he tries to remain silent.
He loves doing this thing to his little brother and the pleasure it brings him. He’d always try his best to suppress the whimpers and moans, but feeling how good his brother feels around him, it’s just so hard that he would slip out a tiny noise. It would always make him nervous, his eyes instantly finding their way on his little brother’s face, watching for any reactions.
He noticed a small line of drool slipping down the corner of his mouth. Without much thought, he leaned in to lick it off like what he did to the trail of juices earlier, but this time it stays on for a bit longer. His tongue slowly slips into the small gaps between his parted lips, tasting the remnants of sweet milk with honey and a small hint of strawberry.
Ciel tried his best to stifle a moan, yet he could feel his hips start moving more rapidly on its own, making it harder for him to muffle. His grip tightening more around his body, pulling him impossibly close until no space remains between them.
“Mhmm..nghhg..”
His breath ragged as he nestled against the younger’s neck, he could feel the thin fabric sticking to his little brother’s pussy, making the outline much more prominent to his feel, and it made him crazy at the thought that he couldn't press his face into it and lap it all up.
His cheeks flush, and he can’t help but let out a small, involuntary whine, clutching his brother tighter with a look of pure pleasure.
“It’s so good,” he whimpered, his voice thick with emotion, barely able to believe how crazily good it was, like it was his first time experiencing it again. His heart pounds so hard he can almost hear it, adrenaline coursing through him.
A teardrop escapes, and he quickly shakes it away, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure. He buried his face deeper into his brother’s neck as his body tenses as a wave of intense orgasm washes over him. leaving a lingering warmth and a peaceful, contented calm. Slowly, his body relaxes, his arms loosening around his little brother as he slowly pulls away.
In between his legs, he can see a wet patch blooming, a proof of what he has done. He knows he should feel guilty for using his brother inappropriately without his consent, but deep inside it he knows himself that feeling guilty is the least of his concerns right now.
Not when he could now clearly see the mess he made behind his little brother, the thin fabric of the white button up clinging to his skin, molded closely to his pussy, accentuating the beautiful shape. Everything around his little brother already resembles strawberry, painted in shades of red and pink, soft and inviting, like the feeling of biting into a ripe strawberry. With another gulp, he forced himself to look away, the temptation lingering in his mind, almost as vivid as if he'd actually taken a bite
Just three more days, he reminded himself, feeling a thrill every time he thought about finally harvesting his work. He only had to be more patient.
Today marks the last day, and Ciel excitedly dashed to their bedroom after finishing their nightly routine. He can't believe the day has finally come, a surge of excitement courses through him, and he can barely contain his thrill. There was no day he didn't think about it, in fact, it’s all he could think of the whole week.
As expected, the whole plan didn’t go as smoothly because his little brother had grown suspicious of his little tactics. But he was able to get away from it pretty easily by guilt-tripping him that he’s wasting such precious fruits people worked hard for, and it would always work.
Because he knows his brother very well and how softhearted he is, always falling for every sugar-coated lie he tells. Ciel then would always pay attention to every bite his younger brother takes, making sure that he eats and swallows every single strawberry he gives him.
And the wait’s finally over, now all he needed was to wait for his little brother to fall asleep so he could finally have a taste. Just thinking about how sweet his little brother has gotten right now, he can’t help but vibrate physically in anticipation as he slides under the covers.
“Goodnight Ciel”
The younger boy leaned over, giving his brother a soft peck on the cheek before turning away to nestle his head into the pillow.
“Goodnight..” Ciel leaned over and placed a light kiss on his cheek as well, returning the quiet goodnight kiss.
Ciel lay still, listening carefully to the soft, even breaths of his brother beside him. He waited, his excitement building with each quiet moment, until he was sure his brother had drifted off. Once he was certain, he slowly inched his way closer, trying not to make a sound. He quietly shifted himself up, carefully lifting the covers off his sleeping brother so he wouldn’t disturb him.
In the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window, he was positioned carefully over the other, his knees resting on either side of his little brother’s form. Ciel’s gaze drifted over his brother’s sleeping form. He could see the gentle rise and fall of his brother’s chest, each breath slow and steady. His brother’s face looked calm, innocent in sleep, with his eyelashes resting softly against his cheeks and a faint hint of a pout on his lips as if he were being denied his favorite candy. His eyes lingered there for a moment, drawn by the beauty of his brother. It’s something he would never get tired of, no matter how many times he’d watch him sleep.
He kept following the lines, letting his eyes wander down to where the blankets gathered around his brother’s waist. It was here his gaze paused, his focus settling on the way the hem of his button up had ridden up, almost exposing the fruit he’s been dying to pluck. He held his breath, reaching out a finger with the gentlest touch on his brother’s legs.
Slowly he let the pad of his fingers hover lightly to the skin, fingers gently pinched the edge of the fabric, lifting the hem slowly, almost reverently, until it revealed a sliver of what lay beneath. His heart races as he lifts it more, his eyes shining with anticipation. There it was, a perfectly grown treat, cunt glistening with arousal, gleaming in the moonlight, plump and ripe for picking. He had watched it grow for days, holding back every time he felt the urge to pick it too soon.
Ciel’s gaze was locked on the treat in front of him, his mouth watering as he imagined its taste. His stomach gave a quiet, impatient rumble, and he swallowed hard, as though the simple act might somehow satisfy his craving. But tonight, there was no stopping him.
The smell was rich and inviting, filling the air and tugging at him with every breath. He clenched his hand at the hold of the fabric, fingers curling with restraint, trying to ignore the urge to reach out aggressively that could possibly awaken his brother.
Carefully, he reached out, his fingers brushing the smooth surface before he gently slid a single finger between the folds, gathering a small amount of slick. Holding his finger up, he admired the almost translucent fluid. He could smell its sweetness, and his mouth watered.
Finally, he brought it to his mouth to give it a lick, an explosion of sweet, tangy flavor flooded his mouth, even better than he had imagined. His whole body shivered with delight, eyes widening as the flavor hit him. It was unlike anything he’d tasted before—sweet, addicting, with a burst of warmth of his own essence that seemed to spread from his mouth to his fingertip. All the waiting, every day of watching and resisting, had been worth it for this perfect, delicious moment.
Without thinking, he spread his little brother’s thighs open, his grip tight around it, fingers pressing in with an intensity that bordered on pain. He leaned in, his eagerness taking over. tongue sweeping over his mound in quick, wide licks, each taste a blissful relief from all the suppressed cravings, and he couldn’t help but let out small sounds of pleasure.
The creamy sweetness coated his tongue, addicting and warm, and he tries his best to keep up with the drips escaping down. Because no matter how deep asleep his little brother is, his body just knows how to function and respond. Hastily, he circled his tongue around the hole, threatening to slip the tip of his tongue, trying to catch every bit, making sure not to waste a single drop.
His movements grew almost frantic, he tried his best to bite the soft folds gently so as not to stir his brother awake, savoring every bit with a hunger that surprised him. He didn’t care if the juice smeared his lips or if he looked messy; he was lost in the pure joy of that perfect taste, determined to get every last bit.
“Ciel? Is that you? What are you..doing..?”
But suddenly, he heard a voice—a quiet but unmistakable familiar voice that cut through the almost silent night.
He froze instantly, stopping whatever he was doing. His breath hitched, and his eyes went wide as he glanced up to see his brother staring at him with his sleepy eyes. Panic shot through him as his brother started blinking, clearly trying to bring himself to full consciousness.
“i..” Ciel couldn’t find the proper words.
“Ciel I feel very funny down there, it’s so cold and.. and… i don't know”
The younger boy shifted uncomfortably, pressing his knees together as he tried to close his legs. But the grip of the elder has not gone loose, only gripped it tighter from the tense feeling of getting caught. He fidgeted, adjusting his position to ease the tension he’s feeling in his pussy, but his movements were subtle due to his elder brother’s hold.
“Ciel let go.. Please.. It hurts”
But all of it fell into deaf ears. His gaze is fixed on the throbbing hole, where a single droplet slowly slides down, catching his full attention. His lips parted slightly, and he absentmindedly leaned to suck it, pulling his little brother closer to his face, leaving him startled, to which he let out a tiny yelp.
“Stop no! Please-”
The younger struggles weakly in the grip of his brother, his eyes teary from fear and confusion. He tried his best to kick his legs to slip free from the tight hold around his thighs, they share the same body frame, yet his older brother is much better in terms of strength. His breathing is quick and shallow, and a small cry escapes his lips as he feels a tongue slip inside him.
A wave of pleasure builds rapidly, sending shivers and tingles through his entire body. In a snap, he felt his body convulse, catching him off guard with its intensity, a feeling that only now he has experienced. The feeling is swift but powerful, leaving him breathless and still for a moment as he comes down from the sudden rush, a lingering warmth spreading through him in the aftermath. It’s the first time he has felt an orgasm in his entire life.
It didn't go unnoticed by Ciel as the sweet release spills all over, he digs in with unrestrained enthusiasm, and he devours it with a hunger that says he’s been waiting for this taste for far too long to stop. He sucks, slurping every area as if every second counts as if it’s one treasure that could only occur once. He bites down with eager intensity on his pussy, leaving mild marks in the process, uncaring of the cries and pleas of his little brother from the overstimulation.
Not long, the younger’s body shakes uncontrollably, another orgasm washing all over him. This time, Ciel pulled away, watching his little brother go into spasm. His hair is damp and tousled, sticking to his forehead, and sweat glistens on his flushed skin, tracing lines down his temples and neck. His button up clings to his chest, soaked through and wrinkled, and his arms hang limply at his sides, muscles quivering slightly from exhaustion. Down below, he’s just as messy as he is, his pussy red and swollen from all the abuse his elder twin did.
“I'm sorry..”
Ciel’s head tilted down slightly, his eyes shimmering with what seemed like sorrow as he stared at his little brother. Tears gather at the corners, and he presses his lips together, giving the impression of heartfelt regret.
“I couldn't help it..you.. you just taste so delicious.. Please forgive me”He takes shallow, shaky breaths, as if he’s struggling to keep his composure, even letting out a small, controlled sniffle.
The younger twin watches his little brother with soft eyes, his heart filled with pity as he sees tears streaming down his face. At the same time, he could also see the remnants of his own release on his lips, gleaming under the moonlight, a reminder of what he had just done.
He still wasn’t so sure of what had just happened, everything is still unclear in his hazy mind. As if everything is just a dream, like he was still in the dreamland. Maybe tomorrow he would confront Ciel for it, but for now his heart couldn’t take to hear his brother cry, not when it was because of him.
Without a word, he gently opens his arms, offering a comforting hug. Ciel hesitates for a moment, then leans forward into his brother’s embrace. The younger boy wraps him in a warm hold, whispering to him in a weak voice that it was ok, he didn’t mean to do that.
Ciel’s sobs soften, turning into gentle whimpers as he nestles closer, feeling safe and understood. “Thank you..i love you”
But just beneath the surface, hidden from view, there’s a slight glint—a flash of something calculating. Inside, a sly satisfaction lurks, a quiet thrill at the act he’s pulling off so convincingly. His mind is sharp, relishing the hidden power he holds in this moment, all while his face remains the perfect mask of innocence and sadness.