Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Evening

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After their usual jaunt over to the mainland, Watts had headed to the kitchen to do a bit of baking, and then to the library for some piano practice.

And as he'd told Steven the other day at lunch, he was close to mastering the piece he was currently working on. Maddeningly close, in fact. So absorbed was he in getting to the point where he could play it through without a stumble that he did not notice as the hour ticked over past that where he usually stopped for the evening so he and Steven could have dinner together. Instead, he kept playing, and playing, single-minded in his determination to finally master the piece.

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"And what a wonderful heart it is," Watts replied.

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Steven took Llewellyn's hand and put it over his chest, right where his heart was. "Entirely yours."

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"A great treasure, as I said," Watts murmured, fingers brushing across Steven's chest.

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Steven blushed. "You're a good man, to think it so."

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"Thank you, darling," Watts said, before tilting his head towards Steven for another needy kiss.

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Steven kissed him back, covering Llewellyn's hand with his own for more contact between them.

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"Please," Watts managed, between kisses. What was he asking for? Even he wasn't entirely certain.

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Steven went for kissing him harder, in case that was the answer.

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It was certainly part of it, Watts kissing back with increased fervor of his own.

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"I love you," Steven murmured between kisses, in case that was it.

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Like puzzle pieces slotting in to place, that was another part of the solution but not the whole. Watts showed no signs in slowing down with regards to the kissing, his hands roving, exploring as he did so.

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Steven moved his other hand up to tangle in Llewellyn's hair as they kissed, in case that was it.

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"I want you, Steven Grant," Watts breathed between kisses.

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"You have me, Llewellyn Watts," Steven replied.

He knew Llewellyn meant more than in the general sense.

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"I know," Watts said, letting his kisses roam across Steven's jaw, the crook of his neck, behind his ear. "I know."

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Steven made a soft sound of enjoyment at the feeling of Llewellyn's kisses. "All yours. No one else's."

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"As I am yours?"

He knew the answer. And yet he was phrasing it as a question regardless.

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Steven tightened his hand in Llewellyn's hair. "All mine. No one else's."

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"Show me?" Watts asked.

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Steven looked uncertain. "How?"

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"I- however you'd like?" Watts said. "Er. Physically."

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"Oh!" Steven said as he understood. He smiled. "I see. Well that - that's rather nice, actually. Should we go upstairs?"

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Watts gave the couch a long, considering look, and then nodded. The couch was comfortable, but their bed would be better.

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Steven gave Llewellyn a kiss, then smiled at him. "Shall we put all this away so our little one doesn't try eating the scraps?"

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"Excellent idea," Watts said, uncurling himself from Steven to start reaching for the takeout containers.