At the sound of that large wooden door opening, Ciel gazed up from his work. He thought it was Sebastian, there to bring him his afternoon tea.
“Seba–” He started, abruptly stopping when he saw who it was. The blond skipped happily over to his desk, making the younger earl’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Why are you–”

But his question was quickly answered as his tie was grabbed and he was tugged forwards to meet the other’s lips. In shock, he froze for the entirety of it, their mouths locked in that affectionate gesture before the blond finally pulled away. Ciel’s face instantly changed from one of shock and confusion to one of anger.
“What the bloody hell are you doing?!” As he spoke, he quickly wiped his mouth on his sleeve. All the while, his cheeks were turning a bright red.