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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[pocketpretzels]

"Everyone else, so long as they are not plugging their noses in disgust I could care very little how they feel about how I smell," Watts said as he likewise arranged the bowls in the dishwashing cupboard.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven's hands were now free, so he stood behind Llewellyn and slipped his arms around Llewellyn's waist. "Well I do. I like how you smell and feel and look and sound and taste..."

[pocketpretzels]

"That is a relief," Watts grinned back at him, leaning in to kiss him quickly. "Upstairs?" he added, before they could get too distracted.

[hasaknightjob]

"Right, yes," Steven said, because he was absolutely about to get distracted. He stepped back, reaching for Llewellyn's hand so they could at least keep contact that way as they walked.

[pocketpretzels]

"You've some catching-up to do, clothing wise," Watts noted as they made their way upstairs.

[hasaknightjob]

"I know," Steven said, grinning at him. "You're still wearing trousers."

[pocketpretzels]

"Cheeky," Watts tugged on Steven's shirt to emphasize what he'd meant.

[hasaknightjob]

"No you're not," Steven said, grinning wider. "Because you're still wearing trousers."

[pocketpretzels]

"Then fix that problem, my darling," Watts said, now that they were at their bedroom door.

Could he also fix said problem himself? Maybe. But see above re: being undressed.

[hasaknightjob]

"Gladly," Steven said. He took Llewellyn by the front of his trousers and pulled him inside of their bedroom. He then started working on Llewellyn's trousers and undergarments, going faster than before but still taking time to run his hands over newly exposed skin and appreciate it.

[pocketpretzels]

If there was any doubt that Watts was appreciating that level of attention, it was probably erased by the time Steven got his trousers off, much less undergarments. "Enjoying what you're looking at?" he asked.

[hasaknightjob]

"Very much so," Steven said. He ran a slow, reverent hand over Llewellyn's length, watching the reactions as he did. "You're so much better than anything I can imagine. Every time."

[pocketpretzels]

Watts closed his eyes, jaw going slightly slack following a sharp inhale as he felt Steven's hand on him.

"And you've such a wonderful imagination," Watts noted.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven stared at Llewellyn, absolutely enraptured by this sight. He moved his hand again, now lightly encircling him, to see what result that might bring.

[pocketpretzels]

A tensing of muscles, and just the softest of groans. "Please," he said, eyes opening back up to meet Steven's gaze.

[hasaknightjob]

"Oh," Steven said, softly. He was momentarily lost in how good Llewellyn looked, then he came back to the moment. "Here. Sit. On the bed. Get comfortable, love."

[pocketpretzels]

Watts certainly didn't need to be told twice, backing up a couple steps until he reached their bed, where he sat as directed.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven took a moment to look at Llewellyn. The expression on his face was not unlike someone who'd been given a present - perhaps apt given their earlier conversation - and he was savoring the anticipation of enjoying it.

Then Steven dropped down to his knees in front of Llewellyn and lifted himself up as much as he could to give Llewellyn a long and lingering kiss.

[pocketpretzels]

Watts leaned forward to meet him, the kiss on his end one full of both desire and need.

[hasaknightjob]

Still kissing, Steven dropped his hand down to lightly stroke Llewellyn. Gentle to start, like getting reacquainted.

[pocketpretzels]

Which had the result of Watts letting out a soft, pleased groan in to that kiss.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven smiled, still kissing. He wrapped his hand around Llewellyn and stroked again. A little more pressure but still light.

[pocketpretzels]

Another pleased noise, and Watts felt his hips twitch forward as he sought more.

[hasaknightjob]

Again Steven's smile was delighted. He increased the pressure of his hold a little bit, moving his hand a little faster as well.

[pocketpretzels]

Watts made a sound against Steven's lips that might have been his name, might have just been a needy sort of whine.