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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Watts nodded. "You're doing wonderfully so far. You look beautiful like that, all laid out for me."

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Steven was going to be beet red at this rate.

"Thank you. I like knowing it - that you like it. Helps."

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"I do," Watts assured him. "You're doing so good. Just for me."

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That sent even more warmth through Steven, settling right at the base of his spine. He kept stroking, his eyes dark as he watched Llewellyn.

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"Keep going, darling," Watts said, reaching out to caress Steven's cheek. "Just like that."

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Steven leaned into the touch. He pressed a kiss to Llewellyn's wrist. Below, he added a twist to his hand to help increase his pleasure.

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"That's it," Watts crooned, noticing that twist. "I want you to feel good, darling."

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"You're good at it," Steven said. His breath hitched. "Making me feel good."

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"It is my privilege," Watts told him. "Just as I feel privileged that you are willing to do this for me."

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"Never done it before," Steven said. The that I remember went without saying. "Don't mind doing it for you. Since you like it."

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"It is not something I ever fantasized about before- before you," Watts admitted.

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Steven looked pleasantly surprised. He also felt another flicker of heat go through him. "Really? Never?"

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"Never," Watts affirmed. "Just you, my rare one."

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"Never been that desirable to anyone," Steven said.

He felt certain he would've remembered that.

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"You are to me," Watts told him, his voice thick with said desire.

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Steven's breath caught again. He began to stroke faster. "Is - is this all right?"

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"Oh, yes," Watts assured him. "Yes. Whatever feels good, I want to see you bring yourself to completion."

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"Might be quick," Steven said. "Don't - don't want to rush your show."

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"Ever my Gentleman Knight, even now," Watts said.

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"It's for you, isn't it?" Steven pointed out, still stroking. "No good if it's not making you happy."

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"The idea was also for you to feel pleasure," Watts pointed out. "That is what I want to see."

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"Oh," Steven said. He was briefly thrown off his rhythm as he hadn't remotely considered it that way. "Really?"

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"Of course, my darling," Watts said. "Of course."

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"Oh," Steven said, still taken aback. He kept stroking, though slower than before. Only because he was taking this new information in. "I - I thought it was about performance."

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"It's about you," Watts stressed. "Yes, the performance is- an aspect, certainly. But in the end, if you are not experiencing any pleasure in the act, then- there would be none in it for me, either."