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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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.

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In response, Watts's hips twitched upward. "Mmm, yes," he breathed.

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Steven gave another stroke, tilting his head up so he could watch Llewellyn's reactions.

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The reactions in question? A shaky breath, a needy moan. And an absolute inability to keep still.

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Steven watched, having some reactions of his own as he did. Finally he whispered, "I - I could be inside of you?"

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"Yes," Watts said emphatically. "Please. I need you."

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"I'm moving, but I'll be right back," Steven assured him.

It wasn't as though he was moving far. Only stretching as much as he needed to in order to get necessary supplies from the nightstand. But he knew how sad the stopping of contact could be so he wanted Llewellyn to know it wouldn't last long.

And, when Steven settled by Llewellyn again, he smiled. "Hello, you."

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And indeed, a slight whine escaped Watts's lips at the loss of contact. But then Steven was back, and Watts was beaming at him. "Hello, you."

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"Did you have a preference on position?" Steven asked. He did, but it was more important for Llewellyn to be comfortable.

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Watts considered that. "Whatever you'd like," he said, finally. "I just want you."

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"Facing each other?" Steven suggested.

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"I do like seeing your face," Watts agreed, reaching out to cup Steven's cheek. "Handsome as it is."

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Steven leaned into the touch. "Thank you. I like looking at you too. Here, let's get you comfortable then."

Steven reached for a pillow to put under Llewellyn.

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Watts lifted his hips up to slide the pillow underneath. "There," he said, once that was done. "I'm ready."

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Steven took a look at Llewellyn, then moved in to kiss him. Both to show he cared, and to warm them up again.

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"Love you," Watts murmured in to that kiss. Which was full of heat, yes, but also just... warmth and contentment.

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"Love you too," Steven said. He slipped his hand down to lightly stroke Llewellyn again in a slow and easy pace.

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Which got him a soft, breathy moan against his lips in return. "S'good."