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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And why be uncomfortable when there was a bed, and a beau laying on said bed?

"Wonderful, beautiful man," Watts murmured between kisses.

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"All yours," Steven said as he kissed back. He took advantage of their position to run his hands over Llewellyn's chest. "Entirely."

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"Mmmm," Watts hummed happily at the feeling of Steven's hands on his chest. "Is it greedy of me to still wish to feel you inside me?" he asked.

Not at this precise moment, of course. He was content where they were, aside from how Steven could use a little less clothing.

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"Not at all," Steven said. "I love doing things you enjoy."

Plus there was the part that Steven was very much enjoying himself so far and what Llewellyn wanted would help in taking care of that for them both.

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"Your pleasure is very important to me," Watts told him. "I would never ask you to forgo that for my benefit."

Greedy, maybe. Selfish, no.

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"I know," Steven said. He moved one hand up to caress Llewellyn's cheek. "It gives me pleasure too, I promise."

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"All right," Watts said, relaxing.

Look, he may have had more sexual experience than Steven, but his only prior long-term romantic entanglement had involved a partner who took with very little concern for giving much in return. Which had subsequently left Watts with his own set of worries.

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"I love you," Steven said. He gestured between them. "This? It's a way to show that. Another form of actions instead of words."

Then, just to be clear, "Not that I don't like words as well."

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"Mmm, your mouth and tongue are skilled in all sorts of ways," Watts couldn't resist, grinning.

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Steven blushed bright red.

"Yes. Well. Thank you. Glad you think so."

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"I don't just think so, I know so," Watts said. "There was even physical evidence to support my claim, though I do believe you swallowed most of it."

It's possible Watts liked seeing what Steven looked like when he blushed.

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How about when Steven blushed and giggled? Because he was doing so now.

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Also a delightful look, judging by the grin that in turn elicited from Watts.

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"Bit easier from that position," Steven said, because he couldn't help but make note of how things had gone. "Course more practice from there as well."

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"More science, hmm?" Watts said, still wearing an expression of delight as he gently caressed Steven's jaw.

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That was all right. It matched Steven's look, even though at the moment he was pretending to be serious. "You can't argue with science. That's why it's science."

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Watts gave a snort of amusement. "Scientists are always arguing with each other," he countered. Sometimes even to the point of murder!

... Distressingly often to the point of murder in his experience, actually.

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"We're different scientists," Steven said. He ran his fingers over Llewellyn's shoulder as though to reassure himself of that fact. "We talk. Try to get things out of the way so there's no arguing."

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"I see," Watts said. "I like that, as I dislike the idea of arguing with you about anything. Let alone sex, which seems- counterproductive."

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"I'm very glad we've never argued about that," Steven said, now hugging Llewellyn close for both their benefit. "It's meant to be where we feel safe. Can enjoy ourselves. Show how much we care about one another."

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"I cannot even fathom the idea," Watts said. "Not with you."

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"Hopefully never," Steven said. Then he shook his head to clear out any lingering thoughts or worries. "But here we are. Safe and happy."

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"Nowhere else I would rather be," Watts said, tucking a stray lock of hair back behind Steven's ear.

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Steven was just going to burrow into Llewellyn's arms for a moment, don't mind him.

Then, as long as he was there, he was going to realize this was an ideal position to kiss Llewellyn's neck, and thus start doing that as well.

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"Mmm," Watts hummed encouragingly. "S'nice."