Food Truck Festival, Cape Cod, Thursday Evening

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It was Llewellyn's birthday, which first and foremost meant Steven was taking the day off.

Well, technically the first thing was that a bottle was left out on the kitchen counter for Llewellyn to find which simply bore a note of "M" on it.

But after that was taking the day off so that Steven and Llewellyn could portal over to Steven and Marc's (and Llewellyn's now, technically) home universe for a couple of days of celebrating.

Steven and Llewellyn had checked in to their room which was complete with a welcome snack basket, but also a bouquet of red roses, a bottle of champagne, and chocolate dipped strawberries.

They then immediately headed out to go whale watching, and were lucky enough to leave with ample sightings and pictures to remember them by.

After going to their room to wash up and change - Steven into his light linen suit, just for the occasion - they then traveled to the fairgrounds where a food truck festival was being held. It was here that there would be birthday dinner. Or at least traveling from truck to truck and probably sampling every single vegan option they could find, which turned out to be many.

"Where would you like to start?" Steven asked Llewellyn.

[for the birthday beau. NFB due to distance]

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"Good."

Steven slipped his arms around Llewellyn's chest, resting flush against him. "How about that?"

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"Nice n comfy," Watts said approvingly.

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"And I get to hold you as well," Steven said. He kissed Llewellyn's neck again. "Benefits all around I would say."

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"Does work out perfectly," Watts agreed.

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"And there's other parts of you I can touch," Steven observed as he let one hand slide down Llewellyn's chest.

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"I like your hands," Watts offered in reply.

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"My hands like you too," Steven said. He brushed his fingertips past Llewellyn's nipples.

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Watts inhaled sharply at the contact. "Works out nice, doesn't it?"

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"For me? Yes," Steven said. He let his fingertips linger over Llewellyn's nipples, drawing light circles around them.

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"For, ah. For us both, I would say," Watts replied.

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"That's even better then, isn't it?" Steven said. He kissed Llewellyn's earlobe. "Both of us enjoying ourselves."

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"I like when you're having a good time," Watts agreed. That he also enjoyed... enjoying himself... he felt was kind of obvious.

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"I get to touch my handsome beau," Steven pointed out. He changed the circular motion to one that went back and forth. "I like that a great deal."

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Watts made a pleased noise as the touches continued. "I love you a great deal," he said.

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"I love you too," Steven said. He changed one hand so that he was lightly brushing over Llewellyn's nipple with his fingernail instead of his fingers. Not remotely hard enough to scratch, just a different kind of sensation.

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"Nnngh," Watts managed in response, arching slightly into that touch.

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Steven beamed at eliciting that reaction. He repeated the gesture, this time on both nipples.

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Another pleased moan. "S'nice," he managed.

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"I'll keep going then," Steven said. He did just that, changing from circles to back and forth to random patterns so that there was always a new sensation for Llewellyn to hopefully enjoy.

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"Please," Watts said, breath hitching slightly.

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Steven squirmed at the sound of pleasure in Llewellyn's voice. He kept going, doing more random patterns so that Llewellyn always had something novel to feel.

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Steven wasn't the only one squirming, Watts moving in response to those touches.

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"This all right?" Steven asked, to be sure. Perhaps Llewellyn had only wanted to relax in the tub after all.

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"More than all right," Watts assured him.

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"Not too distracting?" Steven asked. He kissed along Llewellyn's shoulder.

The too was the operative word in that question.