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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[hasaknightjob]

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

[pocketpretzels]

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

[hasaknightjob]

"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."

[pocketpretzels]

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

[hasaknightjob]

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."

[pocketpretzels]

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.

[hasaknightjob]

"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."

[pocketpretzels]

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

[hasaknightjob]

"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."

[pocketpretzels]

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

[hasaknightjob]

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

[pocketpretzels]

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

[hasaknightjob]

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.

[pocketpretzels]

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

[hasaknightjob]

"You see? Excellent information for our report later," Steven said. He kept kissing because it was enjoyable to them both.

[pocketpretzels]

"Is this a written component, or- verbal?" Watts wondered.

[hasaknightjob]

"Verbal," Steven said. Because even now he didn't think to make a pun on oral. "Since it's difficult to take notes while our hands are busy."

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"Logical," Watts decided, his own hands slipping down Steven's backside and past the hem of his trousers.

Steven Grant, why were you still fully clothed?

[hasaknightjob]

Because Llewellyn was very distracting and Steven could hardly be blamed for that?

Case in point, how those hands on his backside inspired Steven to resume kissing Llewellyn's jaw and neck again.

[pocketpretzels]

Well if that's how things were gonna go...

One of Watts's hands slipped back out, aiming instead to unzip those trousers and gently palm Steven's length through his boxers.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven gave an undignified, needy whimper as the feeling of Llewellyn's hand instantly brought back all of the heat had that started to abate while they were talking. A reaction which was clear underneath Llewellyn's hand as well.

[pocketpretzels]

"Let's get those trousers off you, hmm?" Watts suggested, continuing that gentle stroking. "Make you more comfortable."

[hasaknightjob]

"That means you'll have to stop," Steven said, very undignified in that whimper.

[pocketpretzels]

"Mmm, yes," Watts acknowledged. "But what I've in mind for once you're undressed should make up for it, I hope."

[hasaknightjob]

"I do trust you," Steven said, even as he nuzzled Llewellyn's neck. "And it is unfair when you're dressed and I'm not."