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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That earned Llewellyn a gasp as Steven responded rather obviously to the touch (and everything else for that matter).

"That's nice."

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Well a reaction like that naturally meant Watts was going to have to do it again, a playful arch to his eyebrow as he mouthed gently at the fabric.

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"O-oh - " Steven said. He put his hands on Llewellyn's shoulders to help keep his balance, as such things were a tiny bit beyond him on his own at the moment.

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Carefully, teasingly, Watts slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of those boxers, pulling them down to join the now discarded trousers.

Then, of course, he had to lean in to give Steven's length a kiss, this time without any fabric separating them.

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Steven gave a squeak at the warmth of Llewellyn's mouth against the comparative coolness of the room. His hands tightened on Llewellyn's shoulders.

"That - that's nice too."

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Oh, but that squeak was delightful.

And yes, Watts was dimly aware that he too needed to undress, as only his tie had been removed and his waistcoat unbuttoned so far, but right in this moment all of his attention was on Steven.

He leaned forward again, this time to take Steven fully in to his mouth.

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This didn't get a squeak but rather a sigh that turned into a groan. Steven's hips jutted forward, seeing out the warmth of Llewellyn's mouth.

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All very nice sounds as far as Watts was concerned. And so he kept going, using lips and tongue to work Steven over.

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Those sounds got even louder as moans joined the groaning. Steven kept moving forward too. Not with any force behind it, but unconsciously seeking out more of Llewellyn's mouth.

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And Watts would stop eventually, so that he could fulfill Steven's actual request, but- he wanted to give Steven pleasure, as much as possible, so for now he kept up what he was doing.

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That was all right. Steven's eyes had drifted half closed, and his view was focused on as much as he could see of what Llewellyn was doing with his mouth. Clothes could wait.

Steven moved one hand up to tangle in Llewellyn's hair, silently encouraging him to keep going.

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And so he did, adding a little more pressure, a little more speed, to his movements.

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"Oh!" Steven said as the sensations from that started to travel from where Llewellyn's mouth was all the way up Steven's spine. His hand tightened in Llewellyn's hair. "I -yes. That. Please?"

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Truth be told, there was something a little thrilling about doing all of this fully clothed while Steven stood nude before him.

And even if it hadn't been, Watts would have been pleased to comply with Steven's request just now.

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Steven had forgotten about clothes as his world narrowed to the feeling of Llewellyn's mouth around him. He whimpered and moaned, unconsciously rocking forward as he sought out more of what Llewellyn was doing. Every so often he managed a, "Please..."

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Watts hummed in approval, gently encouraging Steven to do as he wished.

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The hum got a much louder and longer groan out of Steven. The hand in Llewellyn's hair shook in response to the feelings of pleasure that went through Steven's body.

"Please," Steven said, gasping. "Please - more? Of - harder?"

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Harder he could do, yes, lips and tongue working together to accomplish that goal.

Meanwhile, one hand was reaching out, seeking that sensitive spot behind his balls, adding a gentle massage to the mix.

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Steven's gasp there was almost a shout. He bucked forward as Llewellyn's touch sent a shock of pleasure through him.

"Please. Don't stop. Please?"

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Well, now that got an inquiring sort of hum, because Watts was doing his best to comply with that request while also remembering Steven's earlier one.

Not that they couldn't just... go multiple times, if it came (heh) to that. That was far from a difficult proposition.

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Steven was now thinking - well, Steven was having a difficult time thinking, to be fair. But as much as he was thinking it was vague thoughts in the area of multiple times or something. Because right now he couldn't bear the idea of Llewellyn moving his mouth away before taking Steven to a climax.

"Please. Please, love. Don't stop. I like this. Please."

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Don't stop was pretty damn clear, and so Watts, who had until that moment been holding back somewhat in anticipation of switching up what he was doing, stopped holding back.

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Steven groaned again, loud and long. He clung to Llewellyn, his hand tight in his hair but not painful, as he thrust forward, chasing after the sensations that were making him tense up and get closer and closer to the edge.

Words were a bit beyond him but Steven still managed to babble, "Please" and "I love you."

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Watts's mouth was far too full to offer any similar words in return, but hopefully the thought was conveyed through the way his fingers kept gently massaging, his tongue swirling around Steven's length as his mouth worked its way up and down.

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The tension built in Steven's body as he got closer and closer, until finally he was murmuring, as a warning, "Love, I'm going to - "