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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"Yes," Watts said fervently. "Yes please."

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"Right. Just a tic," Steven said. He gave one last push in with his fingers, then removed them so that he could focus on preparing himself. "Move back down, now?"

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Watts let out an involuntary whimper at the loss of contact, even though intellectually he knew he was soon to be filled with something even better than Steven's fingers. He scooted back down to position himself properly so that Steven could enter him.

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Steven prepped himself, then got into position so he could go inside of Llewellyn. He was hard, aching, but still waited so he could ask, "Ready?"

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"Yes," Watts replied, voice tinged with desperation.

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Steven needed a breath to steady himself after the warmth that ran through him at Llewellyn's reply. Then, feeling sure he was steady enough, he slowly slid into Llewellyn until he was all the way in.

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Watts let out a long, satisfied moan as Steven entered him. "Yes," he breathed, rocking himself upwards and then back down again. "Perfect."

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Steven's breath caught as he felt the heat of Llewellyn around him. "You - you are too, love."

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"Don't know- don't know how I deserve you," Watts managed as he kept up that motion. "But m'glad I did whatever I did."

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Steven did what he could to match Llewellyn's pace, trying not to go so fast that he got to his own pleasure before Llewellyn did. "You were wonderful. Perfect. Mine."

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"Yours," Watts sighed. "Love being yours."

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Steven gave a harder thrust up. "Love having you for mine."

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"Now and," Watts's breath hitched. "Now and always."

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"Now and always," Steven said. The words were rough from arousal, but the sentiment was clearly heartfelt all the same. "I love you."

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"So good to me, Steven Grant," Watts ground out as he continued rocking himself on Steven's length. "So good."

He didn't just mean the sex, though that was also incredible.

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Steven did what he could to match Llewellyn's pace, letting him take lead since at the moment the focus was on his pleasure. "All yours. Now and always."

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Watts was actually facing something of a dilemma, pacing-wise. Part of him wanted that pleasure he was experiencing to keep building, but another part of him wanted to just make it last as long as possible.

It was the second part that won out- for now, at least, and so Watts kept up rocking up and down on Steven at that steady pace.

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Steven didn't mind. He got to enjoy the view and the sensations and largely bask in all of it. He moved up as best he could to help Llewellyn, letting his own pleasure slowly build in the process.

"Love you. Love you so much, Llew."

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"My rare one," Watts breathed out, leaning down to cup Steven's cheek in one hand, since kissing was just out of reach.

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Steven brushed his cheek into the touch, understanding that more was not possible right now. Heat continued to build at the base of his spine, both from the words and all the contact between them. "Mine. My dearest Llew."

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And hearing Steven say his name like that crumbled what little resolve Watts had to keep things nice and steady, the rocking picking up speed.

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Steven moaned as his own pleasure climbed. He thrust up into Llewellyn, trying to help chase that edge for them both.

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"Perfect," Watts moaned as he rocked back down on to Steven in an effort to drive him as deep as possible. "Beautiful."

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"Feel amazing," Steven said. His voice was distant, breathy. His eyes half closed as his own pleasure climbed. "So - so good, love."

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"Mmm, you too," Watts replied, unable to focus on anything except how good, how wonderful it felt to be filled like this.