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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"Love you too," Watts replied, kissing back. "So very much."

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Steven still felt the heat inside of himself, but he wanted to be sure Llewellyn was all right. Also it was nice seeing Llewellyn like this.

"You're amazing," Steven told him. He squeezed Llewellyn's hand in a form of a hug. "I love you."

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Watts laughed. "I feel wonderful," he said. "That's your doing."

The hand not squeezing Steven's came to rest on his cheek, giving it a gentle caress. "And how do you feel?" he asked.

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"Like I want you very much," Steven admitted.

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"You have me, darling," Watts said. "I'm yours, remember? I want to see you finish. For me."

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"I wanted you to be all right first," Steven said. He leaned up to kiss Llewellyn again, this time with more heat behind the contact.

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"More than all right, because of you," Watts replied.

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Steven gave a tentative rock of his hips, looking at Llewellyn for approval. "It's all right?"

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"It is," Watts affirmed. Though he had a hesitant look on his face, as if there were more he was contemplating saying.

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"What is it?" Steven asked. "Your can tell me."

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"When you first- entered me," Watts said. "I liked that. Just- having you there as we lay together. Do you think you could- stay? For a while? After you finish?" he asked.

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"If you're sure you'll be comfortable," Steven said. "I don't mind."

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"Perhaps if we shifted to lay on one side?" Watts thought about it. "I'd just like- to remain as close to you as I can."

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"All right," Steven said. "I don't mind at all."

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"Thank you, darling," Watts said, pulling him in close to kiss him again.

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Steven returned the kiss, sighing contentedly as he began to feel warmer once more. He gave a tentative rock of his hips to see if Llewellyn was all right with it.

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"Keep going, darling," Watts murmured encouragingly. "Just like that."

His own climax may have come and gone, but watching Steven gave him pleasure in an entirely different way.

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Llewellyn's words acted on Steven's body, making him rock forward again and again. The heat in him that had only slightly cooled flared up once more, making him eager for the feeling of Llewellyn around him as he moved.

"That - yes - wonderful."

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"That's it," Watts crooned. "I'm all yours, darling. All yours."

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"Mine," Steven murmured. He went faster, his breath growing ragged. Something about the motion and the words both was hitting him in just the right way as he got closer to the edge. "All mine. My Llew."

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"Yours," Watts agreed, moving his hips to rock up against Steven. "Happily, foolishly- yours."

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Steven laughed. Not in mockery, in happy delight at the reminder of what it meant to be foolish. It made his pleasure grow as he went faster and faster, getting so close to the edge.

"All mine. My dearest Llew. I - I love you."

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Watts beamed back at him, charmed by that laughter. "I love you too, my rare one. So very much."

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Llewellyn's smile increased Steven's pleasure. Steven kept going, murmuring words of love and possession. Until finally everything became too intense and Steven came, crying out loudly as he finally went over the edge.

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"There we are," Watts said approvingly as Steven toppled over that edge. "My darling, my rare one, so beautiful..." the litany didn't stop as Watts did what he could to help Steven ride it out.