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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Watts kissed back with enthusiasm as he fell into a nice, steady rhythm with his thrusts, though he was more than willing to make any adjustments there should Steven so desire.

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Steven kissed back eagerly. He tried to match Llewellyn's movements, going for something that allowed for Llewellyn to get in deep but without a particular rush.

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Watts moaned into the kiss, enjoying burying himself inside of Steven as deep as possible.

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Steven gave a happy hum in return, clinging to Llewellyn as the pleasure built inside of him. He nibbled at Llewellyn's lips, encouraging him to keep going.

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He certainly wasn't going to stop, not when everything felt as wonderful as it did.

Well, okay, he did briefly pause the kissing to lean in close to Steven's ear and murmur "So good, so good for me," quietly and full of heat.

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Steven shivered all over. Which may have actually caused sensations that Llewellyn could feel, considering their current position.

"I - yours," Steven gasped. "Entirely."

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"That's right," Watts practically purred, a thrill going through him in response to Steven's reaction. "All mine."

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Steven surged up to kiss him again, far more hungrily now as the heat inside of him was building.

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Another pleased groan into that kiss as Watts responded in kind, his own pleasure climbing further.

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Steven didn't want to break the kiss, so he made noises into it, encouraging Llewellyn with sound and movement to go faster now.

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Who needed words for that sort of thing, anyway? Not Watts, who was familiar enough with what Steven liked to pick up on what he was putting down, and obliging with great enthusiasm.

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Steven moaned, delighted by what Llewellyn was doing. He clung to him, still kissing and trying to meet each thrust in turn as his pleasure grew and grew.

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Watts kept on murmuring a litany of praises as he continued thrusting, their movements together a dance of a different sort than they'd been enjoying earlier that evening.

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Steven was enjoying this form of dance and dessert very much indeed. His whimpers and moans certainly indicated it. As was the way he clung tighter and tighter to Llewellyn, the sounds he made growing faster as a warning he was getting closer to the edge.

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"That's it, darling," Watts crooned encouragingly, mindful of the fact that while his own pleasure was building, he wanted to ensure Steven hit that peak first.

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Which Steven was going to easily at this rate. He kissed Llewellyn harder, his whimpers and gasps becoming faster and higher pitched as the wonderful tension inside of Steven's body grew, and the heat in his belly turned into a fire, and soon Steven was crying out, loudly, as he lost himself in Llewellyn's arms.

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And really, hearing- and seeing, and feeling Steven tumble over the edge like that... that plus one last hard thrust was all it took to send Watts right after him, his own cry muffled as he captured Steven's mouth in another hard kiss.

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Steven kissed back, still eager and hungry, but now for as much of Llewellyn as he could to fill up every molecule of him that felt like it was vibrating with pleasure. And then give that pleasure back in turn as much as possible as Llewellyn hit his own peak.

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Once again they were in sync, as while Watts was certainly riding that wave of pleasure for all he could, he was doing his best to make sure Steven was right there with him.

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Steven was, even as his kisses grew more languid. He was still feeling sparks of warmth and love all throughout his body. He managed to murmur something that sounded like "Love" as well.

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Eventually, fully spent, Watts collapsed on top of Steven with a contented sigh.

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Steven nuzzled Llewellyn's cheek.

"Love you."

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"Mmmm," Watts hummed happily, basking in the contact. "Love you too."

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Steven wrapped his arms around Llewellyn as best he could while feeling melted and boneless. So to speak.

"Mine."

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"Yours," Watts agreed with another contented sigh. "Now and always."