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]

As well as Raphael's fish friends!

"Quick break then upstairs?" Steven said. Though he gave a longing look at Llewellyn's current state of undress which suggested there would be considerable willpower needed to accomplish this.

[pocketpretzels]

"Very quick break," Watts said, catching that look. And leaning in for one more quick kiss before getting started on collecting the dishes.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven went to help with the gathering. "Could leave your clothes I suppose. He'll curl up and take a nap on them, pleased as punch about it."

[pocketpretzels]

"He does seem to favour clothing as a napping spot, doesn't he?" Watts said, amused, as he piled bowls on to the tray.

[hasaknightjob]

Once again Steven took care of the wine and glasses, holding them more carefully this time. "They smell like you. Of course he'd favor them."

[pocketpretzels]

"Ah, but it's not just my clothing he likes to doze on," Watts said, picking up the tray. "I've seen him asleep on yours."

Also there was even a pile of t-shirts in Marc's closet that were rather liberally covered in cat hair.

[hasaknightjob]

"Ah." Steven grinned and placed a kiss on Llewellyn's cheek. "Then it must just be me who favors things that smell like you."

[pocketpretzels]

"Now that I can believe," Watts agreed with a grin as he started the trek to the kitchen.

[hasaknightjob]

"Hardly my fault if you smell nice," Steven said. He followed along behind Llewellyn, leaving just enough room that he could enjoy the view.

[pocketpretzels]

"Perhaps I like to smell nice for you," Watts pointed out smugly.

[hasaknightjob]

"I don't mind taking the blame," Steven said as he loaded the wine glasses into the dishwashing cupboard. "Since I can take the benefit as well."

[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.