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

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

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

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Steven looked proud of that. Not that Llewellyn could necessarily see his expression, but perhaps it could be sensed in the kiss.

Steven kept up that pace for a moment, then pulled back so he could kneel down properly and, after briefly marveling at the view, leaning forward to start licking where his hand had been.

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Watts made a brief sound of complaint at the loss of Steven's hand, but then it was replaced by his mouth, and- "Oh. Oh."

Not complaining, now.

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Steven wasn't either. He liked where he was and the reactions he was getting. So much so that he took Llewellyn into his mouth to see what other ones he could solicit.

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How about a hand reaching down to tangle itself in Steven's hair?

"That's. Yes," Watts managed.

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The hand in his hair got Steven to make a sound of pleasure. He attempted to channel that into the movement of his mouth.

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Oh but that felt so warm and wonderful. Watts gently tugged on Steven's hair. Not enough so that it would hurt, just enough to get his attention in order to make eye contact.

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It took a moment because once again that hand in Steven's hair felt wonderful and made Steven want to keep going. But eventually he caught on to what Llewellyn wanted and he raised his eyes, though did not stop what he was doing.

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"Perfect, beautiful," Watts managed to gasp out.

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That got Steven to blush. He would have smiled too but, well, not exactly possible at the moment. Instead Steven worked his mouth up and down a little faster, to see how that went.

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That got his hips to twitch forward again, accompanied by another pleased groan.

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Steven was positively thrilled with that. He kept moving, now running his hands along Llewellyn's thighs not only to help keep balance but to add more contact into the mix.

Yes, there'd been other things on the agenda when they came up here but surely a detour along the way was all right?

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And Watts had not forgotten about that agenda, not in the least.

But this was a very pleasant detour indeed and thus Watts was content to ride it out for the time being.

"So good," he mumbled encouragingly. "You're so good."

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Hearing Llewellyn was soothing. It eased the anxiety that still lurked in the back of Steven's thoughts that he wasn't good enough, wasn't experienced enough, couldn't measure up to those who came before.

Steven wanted to show his appreciation, so he kept working, sucking harder now as he went up and down and doing his best to try to get more of those words and noises.

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And despite the fact that Watts wanted no one else, more experienced or not, he knew Steven still felt those insecurities.

Thus he kept up with that litany of praise and encouragement, interspersed with the occasional wordless moan of pure enjoyment.

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Steven kept working, going faster and faster to see now if he could try to bring Llewellyn over the edge. There could be more after, but right now Steven wanted to do this for him.

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And he was close, so close.

He'd managed to keep himself relatively still this time but as Steven picked up speed he couldn't stop his hips from bucking, his fingers tightening slightly in Steven's hair even while he made a conscious effort not to pull.

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Likewise Steven couldn't help his hum of pleasure at those reactions. He tried to relax his mouth, encouraging Llewellyn to take what pleasure he wanted while still doing his best to lick and suck and touch.

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So generous, so sweet, so wonderful of Steven to be willing to do that for him, sentiments that spilled from Watts's lips even as he thrust forward again, seeking that perfect heat, that perfect combination of lips and mouth and tongue.

One last little tug at a fistful of Steven's hair to let him know and words were not the only thing spilling forth.

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That tug got a very pleased "Mm!" out of Steven, then he focused on sucking and swallowing and trying to get Llewellyn through his climax and then soothing him on the other side.

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Another groan, this one decidedly of the satisfied variety.

"Perfect," he mumbled again. In case Steven didn't hear it the first few times.

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Steven had had blood rushing through his ears before so the repetition did not hurt in the slightest. He finally let go, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and looking up at Llewellyn once again like Llewellyn was a gift. "I'm glad. I love you."

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"I love you so very much," Watts said. "Come here, please?" By which he meant face-to-face.