It doesn't make a difference to Sebastian how hard this freakish human is or how quickly he pushes inside him. A demon will always adapt in order to serve the fool trying to buy his favor. In this case, Noiz bothering to waste his breath asking a mere servant if he's "good", whatever that means to that feeble mortal mind of his - he will admit, it's almost quaint. Clearly Noiz has no idea what a true butler of Sebastian's caliber is capable of.
"Quite," Sebastian says curtly. "...You are being timed, yes?"
The human has now 28 minutes to make his mark, to have his fun, and Sebastian hasn't yet decided if he wants to end the time with Noiz looking like the victor or the loser, incapable of satisfying a mere servant just like his own strange erection hasn't been satisfied. It would serve him right, the demon thinks. Let him go to bed hard and alone and aware of his pitiful prowess.
The demon even opens his legs further, and he'll relax his entrance, as if he thinks that Noiz might need the extra help. There, you see? Sebastian can be charitable when he wants to be.
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"I didn't forget." He'd been loosely keeping track in his head from the moment Sebastian had told him he was ready, but actually setting the audible timer hadn't come up yet. Noiz shifts himself more easily between the butler's legs to lean on the hand he's pressed against the bed beside the demon's head. "Usagimodoki. Set a timer for 26 minutes."
A small voice chimes up next to the butler's ear with a cutesy, feminine, high-pitched tone with 'Ｙｅｓ， ｓｉｒ！ ２６ ｍｉｎｕｔｅｓ ｈａｓ ｂｅｅｎ ｓｅｔ.' from the bracelet wrapped there before falling silent again.
With the consent given and the demon's body laid out in front of him the teenager will give a few testing thrusts. Eyeing just how easily he's able to move within the other man before the hand under Sebastian's knee pushes his leg further up. It doesn't take long at all for Noiz to fall into a rough rhythm, eyes looking the darker haired man's face over for any sign of discomfort or pain that he'd learned to distinguish with less vocal partners over time. His own numbness often leading to having to be harsher than most of his partners could actually take comfortably.
This butler, though? He wasn't so sure how to read him.
Sebastian will of course accept Noiz's intrusion as is within the realms of the bet. Acceptable. Thirty minutes to allow Noiz to violate his body in any way he saw fit. For a demon, thirty minutes is nothing, not even a trifle...or normally it would be if a negotiation hadn't been involved. Today, clearly, had been a failure in that aspect. Sebastian had failed to sink his fangs into the true meat of the deal and now he must suffer the consequences, his butler's body defiled by some lucky idiot with a cock that apparently defies the natural order of things.
Even as Noiz drives into him with enough force to jog his body, Sebastian will be staring at the ceiling with a puzzled little frown. His lip curls in distaste. Did he somehow forget how the human body worked? Did he squeeze too much or too little on Noiz's cock? How, in the obscene name of God Himself, did he end up in this position with all his experience?
His leg is up but Sebastian doesn't crane his chin up, doesn't glance up at Noiz and slop some wet human kiss on his face as if that will make such a display stand out over all his previous ones.
"Sir," Sebastian will suddenly say at the 18 minute mark, while Noiz is quite literally balls deep in him. "Are your cursed nethers feeling better? You have driven into me again and again and yet..."
He'd felt something was off ever since he'd started actually fucking the demon, but in this moment it's evidently clear something is amiss. Much like how Sebastian had realized there was something wrong with Noiz's body, the teenager was very quickly noticing something wasn't quite right with the butler either. His body accepts him easily even despite rough thrusts that drag his pierced arousal along his insides. No shift of facial features that showed discomfort, pain or even pleasure.
Just that calculated look on his face while he stares past him to the ceiling as if he's doing taxes or making a grocery list. Nothing more than just accepting his thrusts against and inside him. Green eyes glance down to the demon's length before back to his face. He didn't expect him to enjoy it, but he wasn't expecting such a non-reaction.
The following words would almost make him laugh if he wasn't more focused on starting to drive himself harder into Sebastian's accepting body to an extent he'd never so rudely throw onto a normal partner (because it would put an instant end to it all). His hand gripping the demon's clothed shoulder tightly as he pulls his elegant leg to rest over his shoulder for ease. It was a bit better for himself--more of the resemblance of a feeling that he can close his eyes to focus on. "Starting to. I've still got time."
Even to Noiz it was becoming more clear that his condition was becoming a bit more obvious, though maybe the butler suffered something similar. Or worse somehow, from the look of it.
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"Quite," Sebastian says curtly. "...You are being timed, yes?"
The human has now 28 minutes to make his mark, to have his fun, and Sebastian hasn't yet decided if he wants to end the time with Noiz looking like the victor or the loser, incapable of satisfying a mere servant just like his own strange erection hasn't been satisfied. It would serve him right, the demon thinks. Let him go to bed hard and alone and aware of his pitiful prowess.
The demon even opens his legs further, and he'll relax his entrance, as if he thinks that Noiz might need the extra help. There, you see? Sebastian can be charitable when he wants to be.
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A small voice chimes up next to the butler's ear with a cutesy, feminine, high-pitched tone with 'Ｙｅｓ， ｓｉｒ！ ２６ ｍｉｎｕｔｅｓ ｈａｓ ｂｅｅｎ ｓｅｔ.' from the bracelet wrapped there before falling silent again.
With the consent given and the demon's body laid out in front of him the teenager will give a few testing thrusts. Eyeing just how easily he's able to move within the other man before the hand under Sebastian's knee pushes his leg further up. It doesn't take long at all for Noiz to fall into a rough rhythm, eyes looking the darker haired man's face over for any sign of discomfort or pain that he'd learned to distinguish with less vocal partners over time. His own numbness often leading to having to be harsher than most of his partners could actually take comfortably.
This butler, though? He wasn't so sure how to read him.
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Sebastian will of course accept Noiz's intrusion as is within the realms of the bet. Acceptable. Thirty minutes to allow Noiz to violate his body in any way he saw fit. For a demon, thirty minutes is nothing, not even a trifle...or normally it would be if a negotiation hadn't been involved. Today, clearly, had been a failure in that aspect. Sebastian had failed to sink his fangs into the true meat of the deal and now he must suffer the consequences, his butler's body defiled by some lucky idiot with a cock that apparently defies the natural order of things.
Even as Noiz drives into him with enough force to jog his body, Sebastian will be staring at the ceiling with a puzzled little frown. His lip curls in distaste. Did he somehow forget how the human body worked? Did he squeeze too much or too little on Noiz's cock? How, in the obscene name of God Himself, did he end up in this position with all his experience?
His leg is up but Sebastian doesn't crane his chin up, doesn't glance up at Noiz and slop some wet human kiss on his face as if that will make such a display stand out over all his previous ones.
"Sir," Sebastian will suddenly say at the 18 minute mark, while Noiz is quite literally balls deep in him. "Are your cursed nethers feeling better? You have driven into me again and again and yet..."
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Just that calculated look on his face while he stares past him to the ceiling as if he's doing taxes or making a grocery list. Nothing more than just accepting his thrusts against and inside him. Green eyes glance down to the demon's length before back to his face. He didn't expect him to enjoy it, but he wasn't expecting such a non-reaction.
The following words would almost make him laugh if he wasn't more focused on starting to drive himself harder into Sebastian's accepting body to an extent he'd never so rudely throw onto a normal partner (because it would put an instant end to it all). His hand gripping the demon's clothed shoulder tightly as he pulls his elegant leg to rest over his shoulder for ease. It was a bit better for himself--more of the resemblance of a feeling that he can close his eyes to focus on. "Starting to. I've still got time."
Even to Noiz it was becoming more clear that his condition was becoming a bit more obvious, though maybe the butler suffered something similar. Or worse somehow, from the look of it.