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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Steven rocked into him. "As close as close can be."

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Watts gave a pleased hum at the contact, his own arousal clearly evident.

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Steven's own returning arousal was evident as well. It felt more so as Steven kissed lower, down towards Llewellyn's collarbones.

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Watts found himself arching upwards slightly, seeking more.

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Steven took that as a sign to keep kissing downward, moving to Llewellyn's chest.

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"Oh," Watts sighed happily. "That's good, feels nice."

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"I'm glad," Steven said. He lingered over one nipple, kissing and licking at it.

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And that felt even better, hence the moan of pleasure Steven's actions elicited.

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Steven smiled proudly. He moved to give Llewellyn's other nipple similar attention as he ran his hands over Llewellyn's chest.

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"Oh, oh, yes," Watts managed breathily, squirming beneath Steven's ministrations.

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Steven moved himself up to kiss Llewellyn. At the same time he moved one hand lower to start lightly stroking him.

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"Love your hands," Watts repeated in breathless amusement, even as his hips jerked upward in response to that light touch.

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"Good, because I love touching you with them," Steven said. He wrapped his fingers around Llewellyn and kept stroking.

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"So good at it," Watts murmured. "So good."

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Steven kissed Llewellyn harder as the feedback made him feel good. Even still he had moments of insecurity that he wasn't enough in the bedroom. Hearing that Llewellyn liked it as well as - well, feeling it meant a great deal.

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Steven wasn't merely enough, Steven was precisely what Watts wanted. And so he was going to continue to express this to the best of his ability as they continued.

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"Love you," Steven murmured. He continued to kiss and stroke, trying to get Llewellyn nice and warm for what was to come.

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"Love you too," Watts replied, rocking up enthusiastically in to that touch. "Need you," he added.

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Steven felt heat go through him at Llewellyn's movements and words.

"How would you like it?"

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"Mmmm," Watts said, considering that. "You lying down and myself- atop you?" he suggested, a little tentatively.

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Steven smiled. He immediately rolled over and tried to pull Llewellyn with him. "Like this?"

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Watts easily went along with him, sitting up once their positions were reversed. "Like this?"

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"It's your preference," Steven reminded him. "Is this what you had in mind?"

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"Preference or not, if you don't care for it I don't wish to do it," Watts reminded him.

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"True enough," Steven said. He ran his hands up Llewellyn's thighs. "I care for it, I Promise you. Wouldn't have switched our places otherwise."