Midnight Manor Private Residence, Monday Evening

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A Thanksgiving feast, even when just for two(ish) people, was still a feast, and thus had required both yesterday and today to be properly prepared. Most of the dishes were the same as last year: the main along with the side dishes of vegetables, potatoes, and stuffing. And yes, of course there were dinner rolls.

New this year was a soup and simple garden salad. Dessert was also the same as last year, with apple cake and butter tarts (along with a batch of the non-vegan variety that had been set aside for Marc).

"It looks fantastic," Watts said, surveying everything laid out on the dining room table. "Will you light the candles, then, while I go fetch us a bottle of wine?"

[ooc: for the beau!]

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"Thank you for convincing me to be foolish," Steven replied. He cupped Llewellyn's cheek. "My brave Llewellyn."

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Watts blushed at the compliment. "You were worth risking my heart," he murmured, leaning in for another kiss.

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"Poet," Steven murmured back as he returned that kiss.

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"Thank you. You inspire it in me," Watts replied.

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"Lucky me," Steven said. He kissed Llewellyn again, doing it harder when a movement of Llewellyn's hand sent feelings of need through him.

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"Lucky both of us," Watts added.

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"I must have done something particularly wonderful to deserve you," Steven said.

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"Mmm," Watts hummed, breaking the kiss so that he could resume his previous trail of kisses. "You are wonderful," a kiss to Steven's jaw. "Every single day." Another kiss, this time to the patch of skin he'd marked earlier.

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Steven squirmed with each kiss. "You deserve it. Someone wonderful."

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"My rare one," Watts breathed, and then he was shifting further downward until he reached Steven's chest, tongue circling one nipple.

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"My dearest," Steven replied. He gasped when Llewellyn hit sensitive skin. Happily so.

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Pleased with that gasp, Watts went to repeat what he'd done on Steven's other side.

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Steven didn't gasp this time, since it didn't surprise him. But he did whimper in an encouragement to keep going.

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Watts did have two hands, so while one was busy, the other came up to gently pinch the sensitive skin of one nipple while he sucked at the other.

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This got Steven squirming even more. Then trying to hold still so he didn't interrupt what Llewellyn was doing. But what Llewellyn was doing felt nice so he wanted to squirm.

"That's nice," he said, since he could do that no matter what else his body was occupied with. At least right now.

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Watts rather enjoyed the squirming; it meant, after all, that he was doing something right. His mouth was a little occupied so he just hummed a pleased acknowledgment against Steven's skin as he continued trying to get him to squirm even more.

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The humming certainly caused more squirming. As well as a whimper and a whispered "Oh - "

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Well, then, perhaps Steven would also like the soft chuckle that response elicited?

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The feeling of Llewellyn's breath against his skin made Steven shiver. So yes, in fact, he did like it.

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One final pinch, one last swirl of his tongue, and Watts was continuing his journey downward, making a trail of kisses as he did so.

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The pinch got a squeak out of Steven, followed by a sigh. He reached down to put a hand on Llewellyn's shoulder, unconsciously massaging him as he placed those kisses.

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Watts made a happy sound at the feel of Steven's hand massaging his shoulder as he kissed down his stomach.

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Steven could take feedback, particularly for things Llewellyn liked. He kept massaging, adding in a little more pressure as he went.

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It was nice enough that it almost distracted Watts from his ultimate goal. Almost.

So Steven might have to stretch a bit if he were to keep up that massage as Watts reached his thighs, taking a moment to run his hands up the inside of them reverently.

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Steven stretched, though the pressure did stutter as Llewellyn made him feel all new pleasant things.

"Oh..."