Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon

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After their usual trip to the mainland, Steven and Llewellyn came back home for their other usual Saturday activities. Which was Llewellyn taking over the kitchen to get some baking done before his piano practice, and Steven occupying himself with other things.

In today's case those other things had been cuddling Raphael (Steven still wanted to make it up to him for being away last weekend, even if Raphael had long since forgiven them) and picking something out of the library to read while Llewellyn was practicing.

While doing that, though, Steven also thought to catch up on radio. Which was when he heard the mention of the reunion and - twenty years??

Steven checked his mobile. Then he checked his pocketwatch. Then he checked them both again.

We didn't lose time, Steven, Marc assured him from one of the reflections.

Which was all well and good but that didn't rule out -

Steven ran back to the kitchen to check on Llewellyn.

[for the beau, NFB please]

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Watts nodded against Steven's shoulder. "I don't think I- he- would have wanted to, in any case. It would have felt like- stepping out on the man he loved."

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"Wouldn't want to anyway," Steven said. "He wasn't you."

Don't mind Steven, he was just going to cling tightly.

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"I'm here, darling," Watts said. "I've got you and I'm not going anywhere."

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"I mean it when I say I want you," Steven said as he held Llewellyn tightly. "Don't even want another version of you. You. That's it."

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Watts nodded. "No one else would do for me either. You're everything I want."

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Steven smiled from ear to ear. "I like the sound of that. I like being that, if I am. Er - I mean thank you. Not - not trying to dismiss."

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Watts gave him a light kiss. "I think saying that you like that counts," Watts said. "As appreciating the compliment, I mean. It's certainly not a dismissal."

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"All right. Good. Thank you." Steven kissed him back. "Sorry. Out of sorts still, I think. I don't mean to be."

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"I know, darling," Watts told him. "You needn't apologise to me, it's understandable that a trick like the one the island is playing would leave you feeling unsettled. Just know that I've got you, I'm right here."

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Steven took a deep breath, focusing on the scent of Llewellyn so close to him. "Can I have more of you? I'd like that. Drive out all thoughts of anything else but you."

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"I am all yours," Watts said. taking one of Steven's hands in his and giving it a squeeze. "Every last inch of me."

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Steven looked down at their hands, focusing on the sight of them and the feeling of Llewellyn's hand in his. Then on the sound of Llewellyn's words. It made it so Steven could smile shyly. "I'd like all your inches, please."

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Which got a peal of delighted laughter out of Watts, and Steven could add the taste of Watts's lips to those sensations he was catalouging as he leaned in to kiss him.

"And how would you like them, then?" he asked.

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The laughter helped chase away some of the uncertainty that had crept back in to Steven's thoughts. He smiled from ear to ear. "In me. Still. Please. And with your bloody clothes off, thank you. Not that you aren't handsome in them."

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"If you insist," Watts said, already shrugging out of his waistcoat.

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It was now Steven's turn to laugh delightedly. "Can I - may I watch you? Is that all right?"

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"You'd like a show, is that it?" Watts asked, eyes twinkling.

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Steven blushed but managed to nod. "Please? I like looking at you."

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This was not the sort of request Watts would be inclined to deny normally, let alone at a time like this when Steven was feeling particularly vulnerable. So he was happy to comply.

"Very well," he said. "Shall I stand back up, then?" he asked.

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"Whatever's most comfortable," Steven said. He sat up on his elbows so that he could have a better view no matter what Llewellyn decided. "Nothing fancy. I would just like to see you."

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Watts slid back off the bed and stood up, and then began methodically undoing his shirt buttons. Not hastily, but not exceptionally slowly either.

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Steven sat up, watching Llewellyn with delighted interest, in much the same way he might if he had front row seats to an amazing play or musical.

(He was also making mental notes of what Llewellyn did in the hopes he'd remember at least some of them in the future for the next time Llewellyn made a request like this of him.)

"You're very handsome," Steven told Llewellyn, because he knew it helped when Llewellyn reminded him at times like this.

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"Thank you, darling," Watts said, and while he didn't blush, he did duck his head in response to the compliment.

One suspender, then the other, was shrugged off his shoulders, and then he lifted his undershirt up over his head.

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Even though Steven had said he wanted to watch, seeing Llewellyn's bare chest exposed made Steven sit up and reach to palm his hands over the skin. "Lovely."

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Watts gave a pleased shiver at the touch. "And all yours."