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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"Thank you, darling," Watts said. "You're rather wonderful yourself, you know." And now that he was ready, he was moving in to position, the tip of his erection teasing at Steven's entrance.

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Steven immediately moved to try to encourage Llewellyn to get closer. It was instinct, a need so strong his body reacted without thought. Though there was also the word of, "Please..."

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"Who am I to deny you anything?" Watts said, slipping carefully, slowly, inside of Steven.

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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..."

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Watts kept going, as far as he could, and then moved back again, before thrusting forward once more, easy and slow. "How's that, darling?" he asked.

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Steven gave a soft cry as the feeling of Llewellyn inside of him hit him in all the right ways. "Yes. That. Exactly that, love. Please."

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Keeping up that pace, Watts leaned down to kiss Steven soundly. "You feel wonderful," he murmured.

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Steven wanted to say something about Llewellyn feeling wonderful as well. But the kissing made things better. It was another part of Steven's senses that could be entirely filled with Llewellyn. So instead Steven likewise leaned up to kiss Llewellyn back, hungry and needy for that and Llewellyn inside of him and more.

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In between kisses, Watts kept up a steady stream of words that included a lot of repetition of 'love' and 'perfect' as he continued to slide in as deep as he could and then back out, nothing frantic or frenzied about his movements.

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It was the perfect pacing. Steven tried to indicate that with his kisses, and what approving sounds he could make since words were a little beyond him. He tried his best to make as much noises of encouragement as he could as heat and want kept building inside of him.

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"So good," Watts murmured. "May I?" he asked, fingers curling lightly around Steven's length.

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Steven had been trying to work up the ability to speak enough words to ask, so it was a relief to instead simply say, "Please?" in response.

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And so Watts added stroking Steven up and down to the rhythm he'd established, while keeping up the kisses and that stream of praise.

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It felt wonderful. Steven was being taken by Llewellyn in all possible ways and it was exactly what Steven needed.

He may have said words. If he did they were of love and asking for more. They may have just been sounds to that effect. Really the only thing Steven had the ability to act on was kissing Llewellyn with an increasingly heated need for more and more.

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And Watts had meant it earlier when he'd said that knowing he was giving Steven pleasure was enjoyable for him. Of course, so was having Steven surround him, tight and hot and wonderful. So much so that it became something of an effort to hold back, but he was committed to letting Steven dictate the pace, and so he did.

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At this point Steven wanted Llewellyn to feel good. Not that he didn't want another climax of his own, but that was part of what would fuel it. He wanted to be completely taken by Llewellyn and that was the last missing piece.

So as much as Steven could with his kisses and what words he could manage, he encouraged Llewellyn to go harder and faster and take what he needed.

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"If you're certain...?" Watts asked, wanting that confirmation.

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"Yes," Steven managed around a gasp for air. "Please."

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And that permission was all Watts needed to stop holding back. Though the change in pace wasn't sudden, he was still going to take his time as he built things up.

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Steven went back to making happy, approving, and otherwise incoherent sounds of pleasure and encouragement. It was as though the speed and intensity were the final pieces missing of being completely and utterly Llewellyn's, and thus Steven couldn't get enough of it. He whimpered and moaned, pleading for more.

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And oh, but those various noises were music to Watts's ears as he settled in to a new rhythm- not harsh but definitely faster, harder.

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Steven whimpered. And while he certainly wasn't intending to climax again before Llewellyn did, if Llewellyn thrust and touched him in just the right way, it was entirely possible that would happen. And, given how well Llewellyn knew him, it was clear that was the case. At this point Steven would be fine for either option, as his babbling approval indicated.

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See, that's the thing. Permission to take what he needed or not, Watts was still singularly focused on Steven's pleasure.

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And so Steven became warmer as his pleasure grew, and soon enough he was whimpering faster and faster until he finally came with a cry against Llewellyn's mouth.

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"Perfect," Watts murmured against his lips. "So good for me, my rare one." Watts could feel his own climax building, but held himself back from chasing it, instead helping Steven through his.