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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"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."

[pocketpretzels]

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."

[hasaknightjob]

"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."

[hasaknightjob]

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."

[hasaknightjob]

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

[pocketpretzels]

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

[hasaknightjob]

"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."

[hasaknightjob]

"So are you," Steven replied.

He gave Llewellyn one last kiss, then began moving his way down Llewellyn's chest, kissing all the while.

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"Flirt," Watts declared happily as Steven worked his way downward.

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"I like the results," Steven told him with a grin. He pressed kisses along Llewellyn's thighs.

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"You are rather- inspiring," Watts replied.

[hasaknightjob]

"And you are lovely," Steven said. He gave Llewellyn one last kiss, then sat up. He opened up the lube and began to warm it on his fingers. "Looking forward to being inside of you."

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Watts made another desperate noise at Steven's words. "I want- I want to be full of you," he said.

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Steven started to tease one finger around Llewellyn's opening. "I think we can arrange that. Once we get you all ready for me."

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Watts's hips twitched as he felt Steven's finger circle him. "You think?" he said, attempting for indignant.

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"First step to doing, isn't it?" Steven pointed out. "Thinking?"

To prove that, Steven gently began to slide his finger in.

[pocketpretzels]

"Not qu- mmmm."

What had he been about to say? Funny, he couldn't think of it at the moment.

[hasaknightjob]

That was all right. Steven was more interested in watching at the moment anyway. Well, moving his finger slowly in and out but then watching the results of doing so.

"Love you," he whispered.

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Watts was looking back at Steven, an expression of adoration on his face as his hips twitched in response to the movement of Steven's finger.