Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon

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After Steven and Llewellyn's usual trip over to the mainland they came home for an easy Saturday afternoon. Llewellyn went to the library to practice his piano. Steven, for his part, set up dinner in the slow cooker.

Once that was done and the house began to be filled with delicious smells, Steven set himself up in the living room. He curled up on the couch with a book, happily losing track of the time. Raphael kept him company by sitting on the back of the couch and watching the fish swimming in their tank.

On the whole, Steven had no complaints. Other than the lack of his beau, of course, but that could be fixed later when Llewellyn was free.

[for the beau when he is free]

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"I'd be amenable."

There were very few things that Llewellyn Watts would forgo food for. This was absolutely one of them.

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"Meanwhile we can enjoy dessert of another sort?" Steven suggested. He placed more soft kisses on Llewellyn's lips, taking a pause between each one.

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"An excellent plan," Watts agreed.

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"Of course for that you are wearing too much," Steven said. He moved his hand down to lightly tug on Llewellyn's tie. "That is a problem."

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"One solved easily enough," Watts said, already starting to unbutton his waistcoat.

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Steven's face lit up as though being given a present. He started helping by removing Llewellyn's tie. "I appreciate you being so accommodating."

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"For you, my darling, there is very little I would not do," Watts reminded him. "Removing my clothing is no trouble at all." Though it was clear from the look he gave Steven that the help was certainly appreciated, simple a task as it was.

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Steven was more than fine with helping, as he moved on to offering similar assistance with the next layers. After all, the quicker Llewellyn's clothes were gone, the quicker there was nothing in the way of him admiring Llewellyn's chest and arms. Steven rather enjoyed doing that.

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There was something about being undressed that was enjoyable on its own, and so Watts let Steven take over once his waistcoat was out of the way.

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That was all right with Steven as well. It meant he could go at his own pace, placing kisses over Llewellyn's skin as it slowly became exposed. Steven did want to show his appreciation for the view after all.

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And eventually, all that was left was undershirt and suspenders. "Mmm," Watts gave a pleased hum at the latest of those kisses.

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"No, no, still too much," Steven said. He went to move the suspenders out of the way so that the undershirt could go next.

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"My sincerest apologies," Watts said, shivering pleasantly at that touch.

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"Pretty sure this helps with digestion as well," Steven said. He tried to make it sound like this was a serious explanation but his grin undermined the attempt. "Getting rid of shirts and all. Think I read that somewhere."

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"You are a very well-read man," Watts said, also solemn. "Knowledgeable in all sorts of matters."

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"Good thing you listen to me then," Steven said. He kissed Llewellyn on the mouth, which was pleasant to do but did get in the way of removing that undershirt. As Steven was reminded of when it got around Llewellyn's shoulders. "Oh, right, bugger. Hang on."

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"Still have a few too many layers for that," Watts said, making another attempt at a joke.

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"Hum?" Steven asked. Then he realized and gave a bark of laughter even as he blushed. "Oh! Yes. Well. That too."

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"Is that a promise?"

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Steven blushed even more, but not in displeasure. "Perhaps? Couldn't do it down here."

Horrendous lack of foresight on their part, really.

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"Hmmm, no," Watts acknowledged. "We could take this upstairs?"

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"Have to bring the dishes into the kitchen if we do," Steven pointed out. Which wasn't a no, just a reminder. "So Raphael doesn't try eating things off them."

Only small scraps of gravy and dressing remained, but even so they contained ingredients not safe for kitties.

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They could technically ask Midnight not to let the cat in to the living room for the rest of the night in lieu of cleaning up, but that was unnecessarily mean considering that the living room was where most of Raphael's toys lived.

"I can handle a minor break to take care of the dishes," Watts decided. "How do you feel?"

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As well as Raphael's fish friends!

"Quick break then upstairs?" Steven said. Though he gave a longing look at Llewellyn's current state of undress which suggested there would be considerable willpower needed to accomplish this.

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"Very quick break," Watts said, catching that look. And leaning in for one more quick kiss before getting started on collecting the dishes.