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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Steven watched Llewellyn, enraptured. He moved one finger in and out at a leisurely pace. Then, when Llewellyn seemed ready, Steven added another.

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"Oh," Watts let out a pleased moan. "Good, so good."

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Still watching both carefully and as though there was nothing else in any world but Llewellyn's reactions, Steven worked yet another finger in, prepping Llewellyn for the next stage nice and easy.

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Funny, as far as Watts was concerned there was nothing in any world right now but Steven's face and his fingers and the pleasant sensations the latter were eliciting.

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Steven leaned up to kiss him again. Then he asked, gently, "You all right? Shall I?"

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"Please," Watts said, need evident in his tone.

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Steven took a moment to make sure he was thoroughly prepared. Then he drew Llewellyn's legs up and slowly, gently slid himself in.

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And there it was, that feeling he'd practically been craving since he'd used a joke to bring up the idea earlier that evening.

"Yes," he all but moaned. "Good, just like that."

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Once inside Steven needed a moment. Because he'd been aching for a while now and the heat of Llewellyn around him was both exactly what he needed while not being nearly enough.

"Love you," Steven said, because those words he could manage. He pulled back, not all the way, and slid in again.

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"L- love you too," Watts managed. "So much."

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Llewellyn's light stutter made Steven's breath catch as it sent a surprising wave of heat through him. Steven thrust forward again, his gaze never once leaving Llewellyn's face.

"Mine. All mine."

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"Yours," Watts gasped out in agreement, smiling up at Steven.

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"You look amazing," Steven told him. "Beautiful."

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"Thank you," Watts managed. "I feel amazing. And that's- that's you."

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Steven blushed. He also took the hint to start thrusting again, building up his own pleasure along the way.

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And that was- that was wverything. The whole world once again narrowed to just Steven's face above him and the feel of Steven inside of him.

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Steven kept going, never taking his eyes off of Llewellyn until the moment his pleasure began to build so much that they naturally started to drift close.

"Love- I'm - I'm going to - "

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"Yes," Watts acknowledged, so very close himself, the way Steven's thrusts kept hitting just right- "Oh, oh..." it rocked him like a wave, then, and he lost himself in riding it as long as he could.

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Steven watched that, doing his best to hold on and let Llewellyn experience that pleasure. Then, when it became too much, Steven gave in, moving faster and harder as he chased the sensation that seemed just out of reach. He moaned and muttered nonsense things but were meant to talk about how good Llewellyn felt and looked.

Finally climax came, hitting Steven hard, and he came while gasping, "Llew - "

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And now it was Watts's turn to watch, and appreciate. "Beautiful, wonderful man," he murmured. "So good."

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Steven finally slowed, trying to catch his breath. He couldn't talk yet but he was looking at Llewellyn with utter devotion.

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Watts reached up to cup Steven's cheek. "You look so good like that," he murmured.

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Somehow Steven still managed to blush. He leaned into the touch. "Love you."

That was as much as he could articulate with words at the moment.

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"C'mere."

Yes, they'd need to get up and shower eventually. But right now all Watts wanted was to put his arms around Steven.

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Steven motioned for Llewellyn to give him a moment, because there was at least some cleanup he wanted to take care of (lucky for supplies kept nearby for just such purposes). Then he moved up to effectively collapse into Llewellyn's arms.

"Hello, you."