A Cabin in South Tyrol, Italy, Friday Evening

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A day spent indoors had been followed by one where Watts and Steven had visited the nearby town for lunch, as well as a bit of shopping (wine, of course, and a souvenir for Raphael, among other things), and then today?

Well, it had started with a lie-in, followed by French toast for a late (very late) breakfast, and then there had been a knock at the door with some flower deliveries - truly impressive, really, how the Student Council had known to deliver them here despite neither Steven nor Watts providing anyone explicit details regarding their destination.

There had been at least one other delivery as well, thankfully when Steven had been occupied in a manner that meant he hadn't seen who was at the door, which allowed Watts to stash said delivery in the sleeping area with one of his suit jackets to cover it.

And that wasn't even the last of it! Dinner had been dropped off from a not-quite-local restaurant, and having just poured their wine glasses, Watts pulled out Steven's chair with a flourish. "Here we are," he declared.

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"Wonderful," Watts said emphatically, offering Steven another bite in return.

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Steven giggled, pleased, as he accepted the bite. "Helps you're so good at it, you see."

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"I've put a great deal of work into honing my abilities there," Watts said solemnly.

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"Not only there," Steven said, with a grin. He offered Llewellyn another forkful.

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"Oho!" Watts crowed, taking that offered bite and then leaning in to kiss Steven soundly as soon as he'd swallowed.

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Steven kissed back, trying to lick at Llewellyn's lips.

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Watts was all too happy to let him, making a pleased noise as he did so.

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Emboldened, Steven tried another lick, chasing what taste of the cake he could find.

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Watts parted his lips slightly, inviting that tongue to do even more.

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That got a soft chuckle out of Steven before he happily accepted that invitation and deepened the kiss.

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It was a good thing the slice of cake was nearly demolished at this point, because Watts's focus was now fully on that kiss, thank you.

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Steven was similarly distracted. He put his free hand on Llewellyn's cheek, holding him close as the kiss continued.

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You know what? Watts was just going to slide off his own chair and straddle Steven's lap. All the better for kissing to be nice and close, after all.

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Steven squeaked with surprise. He scrabbled to put his fork down so he could hold Llewellyn with both arms.

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Watts let out a delighted chuckle, pleased as always at eliciting one of those squeaks.

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Based on feel, Steven probably didn't get his fork back onto the plate. But he at least freed up his hand so he could hold Llewellyn tight as they kissed.

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Eh, the fork was a tomorrow problem. Right now Watts was just going to make a contented noise as he pressed himself up against Steven as much as possible while keeping up that kiss.

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Steven enjoyed that contented noise. He hugged Llewellyn closer, deepening the kiss as he did.

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It was no squeak, but a good noise all the same.

"Bed?" Watts suggested once he finally came up for air.

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"Bed," Steven agreed. He snuck another kiss. "We'll have to stand though."

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"Yes," Watts said with a sigh. "I suppose that's true." So dramatic.

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"You could sit on top of me when we're there?" Steven suggested.

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"Hopefully with fewer clothes between us?" Watts asked.

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"I would enjoy that as well," Steven said, smiling up at him. "Shall we get our kit off before we get there?"

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"Please," Watts said. "Handsome as you look right now," he tugged at Steven's shirt collar. "I'd like to see you free of this."