Life in the 21st Century [Ciel x Modern! Reader]

Request!

I've gotten requests for a lemon, and you've all stuck so faithfully through with this tripe I call a fanfiction, so who am I to deny you this simple request? I was a bit iffy at first, because, ya know, in this story, you're both 13, but I found a loophole caused by hormones and naughty thoughts.
Note: I've only written two of these, so don't expect literary genius or anything. Enjoy!

Second note: This is in no way important to the story, it is simply a flash back to Ciel's naughty dream a few chapters back! If you don't want to read this update, feel free to skip ahead, the next chapter should be up by the end of 27 September.

Ciel had finished his melody of love, having slid into bed beside you already. In the dim glow of the fairy lights, he saw your slumber induced peaceful state. With practiced ease, the boy snuggled up close to you as he always did. You told him you enjoyed waking up entangled with him, so he felt little hesitation contouring himself to you fully.

He'd never admit it, not even to himself, but it made him a bit hot under the collar whenever he'd cuddle you like this, especially with the lack of clothing. Skin against skin, his hips pressing against your behind, the gentle rhythm of your breathing bringing your chest out with every inhale.

Allowing the gentle thump of your heartbeat against his to lull him to sleep, he drifted off to dreamland, his mind wandering to places one of his age shouldn't go (but does so anyways because yu m m y)

***enter the dream realm***

(Name) tugged on Ciel's arm once more, pulling herself closer to him in their shared bed. "Ciel, pay attention to me. I'm needy." She whined, pouting when he only chuckled and continued reading his book, ignoring her pleas. "Fine then, I'll occupy myself."

Amused with his roommate's neediness, he surely wasn't expecting to feel a hand sliding under his shirt. "Um, (name)?" He began, closing his book, using his finger to hold his place. "What the hell?"

"I'm bored," (Name) responded casually, trailing her hand up and down his skin from under his shirt, oddly focused on how the fabric lifted every now and so to reveal his toned hip-bones.

Shrugging, Ciel let her entertain herself, as long as she wasn't complaining, he didn't care what she did, and it wasn't like he didn't enjoy the attention. Returning to his book, the bluenette didn't notice the way the tips of her fingers started gliding under the edge of his pajamas- aka, a pair of loose boxers a few sizes too big.

He heard (Name) sigh dramatically before she leaned up to rest her chin on his shoulder, her hand sliding up his side. "What'cha readin?"

"The Cask of Amontillado, by Edgar Allen Po-oh what are you doing?" Ciel inquired as he felt teeth nibbling his ear.

"Entertaining myself," (Name) responded before tilting her head to kiss at his neck. "Tell me about the story," She commanded quietly, her lips ghosting over the sensitive flesh.

Taking a deep breath, Ciel tried to ignore her affections- no matter how distracting her hand on his waist or her lips on his neck were- and respond to (Name)'s request. "Well, this lord named Fortunato-oh," He gulped as he finally noticed how low (Name)'s hand was going, brushing down his boxers ever-so-slightly every pass she made.

(Name) paused her movements, raising her head to look at him innocently. "Yeah? What about him?" She didn't continue her distracting affections, so assuming she wouldn't until he complied, Ciel proceeded.

"Fortunato was a foo-ooh-l who knew no hardships." She pressed herself against his side, sliding one of her legs between his; her lips never ceasing their gentle caress. "And then there is Lord Montresor, who was far more pessimistic than Fortunato."