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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Steven moaned, rocking up into Llewellyn as he felt the pressure on his neck. His hand tightened in Llewellyn's hair. Not painfully, but holding him close.

"Please," he murmured.

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Watts hummed in acknowledgement, continuing to suck on that spot. Meanwhile, his hand added a little twist to those strokes he'd been doing.

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Steven gasped, rocking up into Llewellyn as much as he was capable of. "I - please? Love, please?"

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Watts finished what he was doing, placing one final kiss on the spot before lifting his head up to inspect his handiwork. "Beautiful," he murmured. "All mine."

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"All yours," Steven agreed. He looked up at Llewellyn with devotion. "Entirely."

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"My rare one," Watts breathed, moving to place more gentle kisses across his collarbone.

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Steven shivered pleasantly, squirming under Llewellyn. "I love you so much. You take such good care of me."

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"I should like to keep doing so," Watts said. "For the rest of our lives."

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Now Steven was looking at him all melted. So to speak.

"I would like that very much. And I'll take care of you?"

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"I would like that very much," Watts replied, looking back up at Steven.

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Steven reached to try to draw Llewellyn up for a proper kiss.

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Watts was all too happy to oblige, murmuring: "You are the love of my life, Steven Grant," as he moved back up for that kiss.

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Steven made a pleased sound. He kissed Llewellyn warmly, with a bit of hunger underneath it. "I want you, love. So much."

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"You have me," Watts promised. "For now and always."

Honestly at this point the legal paperwork stuff was just a formality.

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Steven rocked up into him. "Like this as well? Can I have you like this?"

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"Like this and any other way you please," Watts promised him.

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"I like this right now," Steven said. He caressed Llewellyn's cheek with his fingertips. "You on top, feeling you holding me. Being yours."

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"I like everything about this moment as well," Watts informed him, hips grinding against Steven to emphasize his point.

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Steven moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as Llewellyn's movement hit him in just the right way.

"I could like more?" Steven suggested. Not that their current status was lacking by any means.

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Which got a chuckle out of Watts. "Right to business, you are," he said fondly.

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Steven blushed. "Can't help it if you feel nice."

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"Could feel nicer, though?" Watts asked, clearly amused.

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Steven's cheeks grew redder. "Maybe."

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Watts leaned in to kiss him one more time, before pulling away to reach for the lube.

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Even though Steven had requested it, he still made a sad sound at any distance between him and Llewellyn. He watched Llewellyn, lightly running his hand over any part of Llewellyn he could still touch.