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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"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."

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"Hello, you," Watts replied, peppering lazy kisses across Steven's jaw.

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Steven snuggled in, kissing back where he was able. "You were wonderful."

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"You enjoyed yourself, then?" Watts confirmed.

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"Very much," Steven said. The heart eyes were in full force. "You?"

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"Oh, yes," Watts said. "That was. Precisely what I needed. All of it. Including that first go-round. You do spoil me," he added fondly.

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"I like doing it," Steven admitted. In case his eagerness to do it hadn't made that clear. "You feel nice."

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"I do?" Watts looked pleased at that assessment.

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"You do," Steven said. Though it was probably no surprise that the blush was back. "I like having you there. Could keep at it for a while, actually."

Maybe with something under his knees to help out with the discomfort of the floor, though.

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They had plenty of pillows! Perhaps they could use one for just such a purpose?

"Ah, but I can only last for so long," Watts pointed out. "Particularly- particularly those times when you let me take control."

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Steven's smile was still shy but it grew. "I like when you do that. Very much."

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"Not- not everyone has," Watts admitted, fingers drawing nonsense patterns across Steven's skin. "Some find it uncomfortable. Or demeaning. It means a great deal to me that you trust me with that."

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"Why would it be demeaning?" Steven asked. "I suppose I could see uncomfortable, depending on the position or - or if the rhythm wasn't right. But to me it's - you get pleasure from me. You want me. Far as I'm concerned that's a compliment."