Steven's breath caught. He tangled his hands in the blanket to have something to cling to as he adjusted to the sensation of having Llewellyn hot and solid inside of him. Steven himself was hard and once again aching, but all of it was in a good way. In a way that let everything in the world be Llewellyn, and Steven didn't have to worry about anything else.

"Yes," Steven murmured. "Please..."