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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"Just a tick," Steven said, bracing one hand on Llewellyn's shoulder so he wouldn't lose his balance while taking care of the rest of his clothing. Once that was done he smiled. "There. All yours."

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Naturally, now it was Watts's turn to take a moment to admire what he had before him. "Beautiful," he sighed.

And then he was pulling them down on to the bed. "Show me," he said again. "How I am yours."

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Steven was naturally going to start with kisses, a few on Llewellyn's face before moving to Llewellyn's mouth and lingering there.

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A most excellent start, judging by the enthusiasm by which Watts responded to said kisses, particularly that last one.

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Steven took that as encouragement to keep going with the kiss, while also letting his hand trail down Llewellyn's chest.

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"Mmm," Watts hummed happily in response to that, his own hands tangling in Steven's hair for the moment.

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Steven didn't mind that. He gave Llewellyn a harder kiss to encourage him. Meanwhile his hand took its time exploring Llewellyn's chest, enjoying the feel of the muscles.

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"That feels nice," Watts sighed into Steven's mouth, because Steven's hands on him were always wonderful.

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"You're right, it does," Steven replied with a grin. He moved his hand up so that his fingertips brushed Llewellyn's nipple.

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"Chee- oh!" Watts gasped as Steven's fingertips brushed across that sensitive spot.

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Steven smiled proudly at eliciting that reaction. He repeated the gesture to see if he could get it again.

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And indeed he did, accompanied by a bit of writhing beneath him as Watts sought out more of that sensation.

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Steven watched, enraptured. He shifted so that he could use his other hand to give some attention to Llewellyn's other nipple, mirroring the gestures.

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"Please," Watts managed. "That's- oh. Yes."

Not terribly coherent but hopefully encouraging?

[hasaknightjob]

It was. Specifically, it encouraged Steven to bend down and replace one of his hands with his mouth. He lightly kissed and licked where his fingers had been.

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Watts moaned, arching his back so that his chest lifted up off the bed slightly.

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Steven rewarded Llewellyn for that with a light suck as his thumb brushed back and forth on the other nipple.

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Another moan, and Watts's hands tightened in Steven's hair in response.

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Steven switched the position of his hand and his mouth so that both of Llewellyn's nipples were getting proper attention.

"I love you," he murmured before starting to lick and suck again.

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"Love y- oh! Love you too," Watts gasped out.

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Steven paused long enough to appreciate the view of Llewellyn like this. Then he bent down and began sucking again. Though this time he began to move his hand down Llewellyn's chest, towards his side, and down to his hip.

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"Oh, that's good," Watts said encouragingly as he continued to writhe beneath Steven.

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Steven kept going, running his hand down the outside of Llewellyn's thigh, then very slowly up the inside of it as well.

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Watts was not so distracted by what was happening with his nipples that he was unaware of Steven's hand lower down, of course. And speaking of lower down, in case his words weren't enough as far as expressing how much he was enjoying himself, a certain part of his anatomy was responding as well.

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Which was good, because Steven moved his hand to wrap around that very response and give it a light stroke.