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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"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.

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Steven felt an all over buzz of pleasure and contentment as he came down from the high. He managed to murmur, "I love you" against Llewellyn's lips.

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"Love you too," Watts replied. "So much I ache with it."

Rather literally, in this precise moment.

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"Please, love," Steven said, kissing him in encouragement. "Come for me? I want you to."

The words were a little easier when Steven was still floating in afterglow.

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Look at Steven, anticipating his beau's needs like that. Because yes, he had been waiting for permission. He let a long, low moan as his thrusts sped up slightly, knowing he was close, very close.

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"That's it," Steven said. He tried to reach for one of Llewellyn's hands to hold it. "Go on, love. Take what you like."

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And that was all it took, that encouragement and one last thrust forward before climax shook through him.

He bit down on Steven's lip as it did- not hard, but enough to keep himself from shouting.

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Steven tried to kiss Llewellyn gently to ease him through all that. Or as gently as he could all things considered.

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Eventually, Watts slipped out of Steven with a sigh, and though all he wanted to do was slump against him in a contented haze, he took the time to do some basic cleanup.

And then he slumped against Steven in a contented haze.

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Steven immediately wrapped his arms around Llewellyn and cuddled him close.

"That was wonderful. Exactly what I needed."

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"Got you back to rights?" Watts asked.