Midnight Manor Private Residence, Sunday Evening

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Watts couldn't pinpoint when, exactly, Steven came to bed during the night- only that he woke up in the morning clinging to Steven like a human octopus.

After waking there had been the promised breakfast in bed- French toast with syrup and fruit, of course. What followed that was- well, it may have been Steven's birthday but he had something of a gift for Watts of the variety that would normally go behind a cut tag or in the comments because NSFW.

Next up had been the part that Watts was the most apprehensive about- he'd put together a little concert of sorts of a few piano pieces he felt he'd especially mastered. But Steven had enjoyed it, so it was a success.

Late afternoon rolled around and Watts excused himself to go prepare dinner- he'd done as much of the prep work as possible yesterday but despite it not being quite as elaborate as last year's, it still did require some work day of.

Eventually, though, dinner was laid out in the dining room: A soup and salad, along with the main course (which Watts had cooked indoors, with Midnight's help, thank you). There was a cake as well, that would be brought out later. For now, there was music playing softly in the background, and all Watts needed was the birthday boy himself.

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"I am going to have to kiss you for that, you know," Watts informed Steven solemnly.

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Steven smiled shyly. "I'd be amenable to that."

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"Good," Watts said, and leaned in to kiss Steven fiercely.

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Steven kissed Llewellyn back. He held tight, as though worried Llewellyn might vanish if he didn't.

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"I love you, Steven Grant," Watts murmured, between kisses.

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"I love you, Llewellyn Watts," Steven replied in kind. Still clinging, granted. "Now and always."

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"Now and always," Watts echoed. "Whether we have paperwork or no, I am utterly devoted to you."

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"And me to you," Steven said. He wanted to say more, but couldn't find the words. Instead he went for holding Llewellyn as tightly as his arms could manage.

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"I've got you, darling," Watts said softly, holding on just as tight in return.

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"You're mine, I'm yours," Steven whispered, as much to himself as anything else. He kept repeating it, like a mantra he needed to stay in place.

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"Every inch of me," Watts murmured, rubbing gentle circles into Steven's back.

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Steven took a deep breath, using the scent of Llewellyn and their dinner to remind himself that this was all real.

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"You with me, darling?" Watts checked.

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"Trying to," Steven said. He rubbed a hand on Llewellyn's back, letting the feeling of Llewellyn's clothes further ground him.

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"Tell me," Watts instructed. "Tell me what your senses are telling you."

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"I'm holding the man I love," Steven said. "We've cauliflower left to eat for dinner, I can smell it. The dressing from the salad too, I can smell that."

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"What else?" Watts asked. "Use all your senses."

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"I can hear your voice," Steven said. "And the music. It's nice music by the way. I've been enjoying it."

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"Thought we could have a dance later," Watts shared. "After your cake, perhaps."

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"Yes, please," Steven said. "I'd love a dance with you. Two or more, even."

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"It's your birthday," Watts said. "I'd dance with you till sunrise, if that's what you wished." He smiled. "Though- that's a long time to wait for your present."

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Steven looked pleasantly surprised. "There's a present as well?"

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"There is," Watts nodded. "I couldn't let your birthday go by without a gift as well."

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"I thought the concert was the gift," Steven admitted.

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"Well," Watts said, looking pleased that Steven even thought so. "I wanted to give you a physical gift as well."