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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"You look beautiful," Watts said, taking in the sight of Steven as he moved closer, getting ready to slip one finger inside of him

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Steven was just not going to stop blushing anytime soon. But he still remembered to say, "Thank you" before the feeling of Llewellyn's touch made him gasp and go pleasantly quiet.

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One hand caressed the inside of Steven's thigh while he circled Steven's entrance with a finger from his other hand.

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Steven whimpered, parting his legs to give Llewellyn further access. "That's it. Right there."

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Watts smiled warmly at him, and then slowly slipped that finger inside.

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Steven gave a soft sigh that sounded like "Yes..." as he arched up into Llewellyn's touch.

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Watts crooked his finger, seeking that nicely sensitive spot, while he reached up with his other hand to gently pinch one of Steven's nipples.

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That earned Llewellyn a squeak. Steven fisted one hand in the blankets, trying to keep from holding on to Llewellyn too tightly.

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Which just made Watts smile wider as he moved his finger out and then in again, highly coveted as those squeaks were.

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Were whimpers coveted as well? Because Steven started whimpering, using his other hand to rest on Llewellyn's shoulder to keep contact with him as he moved.

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Any sound that indicated Steven was having a good time, honestly. And Watts was hoping for more of those noises as he added another finger.

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This time there was a soft hum of pleasure as Steven rocked up into Llewellyn's touch. And a murmured, "Yes..."

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"That's good, is it?" Watts murmured, pleased.

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Steven nodded eagerly. "Very much so, love."

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"Wonderful," Watts said, adding yet another finger while his other hand moved up to caress Steven's cheek.

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Steven grinned, even as he rubbed his cheek against Llewellyn's hand. "That too."

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"Flirt," Watts said fondly. "I meant you, all laid out for me like this. My treasure."

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Steven blushed again. "I - thank you. For thinking that."

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"And you are all mine," Watts said, possessiveness lacing his tone. "You, right here, like this. Just for me."

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That got a whimper out of Steven as he surged up and tried to kiss Llewellyn to show him how much he enjoyed that sort of thing.

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Watts kissed back fiercely, some of that possessiveness showing through in that kiss.

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Steven's whimper turned into a full throated, needy moan as he kissed back.

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"What do you think, darling?" Watts murmured, between kisses. "Are you ready for me?"

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"Please," Steven murmured back in kind. "Love, please?"

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"As you wish," Watts said, leaning down for one last kiss before he pulled his fingers out and began to prepare himself.