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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"I love you very much," Steven said, working his fingers in and out. "That you trust me this way."

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"Co- completely," Watts gasped out. "Utterly."

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"Do you think you're ready for me?" Steven asked. It felt that way, but he wanted to be sure.

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"Yes." The emphatic note in Watts's voice hopefully erased any uncertainty Steven was feeling regarding whether his beau was ready. "Please."

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Steven leaned up to kiss him - which had the inadvertent effect of pushing his fingers in a little more - then said, "Right, just a tick."

He carefully took his fingers out and did what he needed to prepare himself, watching Llewellyn all the while. "You look amazing."

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Watts gasped in to the kiss, and then made a sad noise when Steven removed his fingers. Even though, like before, he knew what was coming next would be even better.

"You make me feel amazing," he told Steven.

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"Thank you," Steven said, blushing at the compliment.

Once everything was ready, he got into position and slowly, gently started to push himself in.

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Watts let out a long, low moan as he felt Steven slip inside him, pleasure sparking through him.

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Steven waited until he was all the way in, then stayed there, basking in the feeling of Llewellyn's heat around him.

"You - you're amazing," Steven said, breathless.

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Watts, meanwhile, was reveling in how right it felt to have Steven inside him like this. "S'funny," he managed. "Was just thinking the same regarding- you."

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Steven smiled shyly. "We fit together nicely, yeah? You and me."

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"I've, mmm, I've always said that," Watts pointed out, smiling back at him.

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"All sorts of ways," Steven said. He was looking giddy now, because things felt very nice at the moment.

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"Oh, yes," Watts agreed, as pleasure licked through him.

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Once Steven felt they had adjusted to one another, he slowly pulled back and then slid in again, trying to get Llewellyn in that spot just so.

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Watts really was doing his best to keep his eyes on Steven, but the sensation of him moving out and then back in again, hitting just the right spot, had him tilting his head back with a moan.

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The moan felt rather nice to Steven all things considered. It made heat pool inside of him, which in turn made Steven want to pull back and thrust into Llewellyn harder than the last time. And then again, and again, as instinct began to take over.

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"Yes, yes, please," Watts said encouragingly. "Please, darling, more..."

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With that encouragement and permission, Steven kept going, thrusting into Llewellyn again and again, his own desire building as much as he was trying to do for Llewellyn's.

"Wonderful," Steven said. "Mine. All mine."

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"Yours," Watts agreed, Steven's words and actions together sending waves of pleasure rolling through him. "All yours, only yours."

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"No one else's," Steven said. He reached for one of Llewellyn's hands so he could hold it. "All for me."

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"Now and al- always," Watts agreed, threading their fingers together and squeezing Steven's hand.

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"I love you," Steven said, his breath catching as a thrust felt just as good to him as it hopefully did Llewellyn. He kept going, moving faster and harder. "My dear Llewellyn."

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Each of those thrusts sent sparks of pleasure coursing through Watts, making his toes curl and his grip on Steven's hand tighten. "Love you," he replied. "So much. My perfect, wonderful- oh, yes, my rare one..." Watts kept up his litany as pleasure continued to build.

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"That's it," Steven said, managing to go faster. "Perfect. Just like that. You - you can whenever you like, love. I have you. You're mine."