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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Steven gave another whimper. His hips began moving faster. Not hard or demanding. Just seeking out as much of Llewellyn as he could get.

"I - don't stop?" Yes, Steven had already said this but now it was more about Steven saying he was on the right path to climax. "Please. You - you're wonderful."

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That don't stop was Watts's cue to do that thing with his tongue he knew Steven especially liked, speeding up a little to match Steven's rhythm.

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Steven's whimpers grew constant. His hand tightened in Llewellyn's hair. His muscles tensed as the heat in his belly grew.

"Love - I - I'm - "

It was as much warning as Steven could manage while still holding himself back until he was sure Llewellyn was all right.

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Another caress of his thigh, meant to convey that it was all right, he could let go.

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With that Steven was gasping, and thrusting, and then crying out loudly as he tipped over the edge and came into Llewellyn's mouth, his whole body shuddering.

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And Watts swallowed him down greedily, all the while gently caressing and petting and generally just doing his best to ease Steven back down.

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Steven gradually began to calm down, his breath returning to normal and his muscles relaxing. He gave a light tug on Llewellyn's hair, encouraging him to come up and closer.

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Watts did not need much in the way of encouragement, scooting up so he was face to face. "Hello, you."

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Steven immediately kissed Llewellyn, nice and deep.

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Watts let out a happy little squeak as Steven pulled him in for that kiss, responding with great enthusiasm.

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Steven did as well, tangling both hands in Llewellyn's hair in order to hold him close. He tried to show him how much he appreciated all Llewellyn had done through that kiss alone.

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Watts enjoyed making Steven happy, making him feel wonderful, and thus that is what he was trying to convey as he kissed back.

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"Love you," Steven murmured against Llewellyn's lips.

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"Love you too," Watts sighed happily in response. "My rare one."

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"That felt wonderful," Steven said. He nuzzled Llewellyn's cheek.

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"Wanted to show you how very thankful I am to have you in my life," Watts told him.

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That got a soft chuckle out of Steven. "I feel very appreciated. Thank you."

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"As well you should," Watts said. "Feel appreciated, that is. Because I do, a great deal."

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Steven caressed Llewellyn's cheek with his fingertips. "I feel cherished and loved, actually."

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Watts closed his eyes, enjoying the touch. "I love you so much I ache with it," he said.

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Perhaps Llewellyn could hear the shy grin in Steven's voice even if he couldn't see it. "I could help with some of that?"

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A soft chuckle. "Hmmm. Could you now?" Watts asked playfully.

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"At least one?" Steven said. He started to slowly move one hand down from Llewellyn's cheek, to his neck, to his chest.

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"Who would I be to refuse such an offer?" Watts grinned back at Steven.

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"There is one problem though," Steven pointed out. He lightly tugged on Llewellyn's undershirt. "Things are in the way."