Harrison Hot Springs Resort, Friday late afternoon

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Steven and Llewellyn had gone for a hike on Hicks Lake Loop, taking longer than the suggested time since they'd brought a picnic with them to enjoy along the way.

Once done, they headed back to their hotel room. There Steven had arranged for a fruit platter and flowers to be waiting.

Yes, their anniversary had been yesterday. But that didn't mean they were limited to celebrating on that day. After all, here they were taking the entire weekend.

"I rather enjoyed that," Steven said as they came into the room. "Our hike."

He figured Llewellyn could notice the gifts in his own time.

[for the beau]

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Steven smiled shyly. He continued to lightly suck, since Llewellyn seemed to be enjoying it.

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He was absolutely enjoying it. Enough that he gave one more glance towards the fruit platter and then followed it up with a glance towards the bed.

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"You want to take it there?" Steven asked, not sure if he was following.

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"Wondering if we are taking ourselves there?" Watts clarified. "And leaving the remainder of the fruit for later."

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"Ohhh," Steven said. He grinned sheepishly. "That's much neater, to be certain."

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"Although..." Watts said. "Neat or not, I do sometimes- contemplate. The idea. Of combining food and sex." A beat. "Not- necessarily today. And this food. But in general. As a concept."

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Well now Steven was curious. "In what way?"

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"These contemplations involve you laid out on the bed, with some sort of- whipped topping or syrup on your chest. And stomach. Naturally, I must then make use of my tongue to clean it off of you," Watts explained.

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"Oh!" Steven said. Then, as he contemplated it, "Oh."

He looked thoughtful more than anything.

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"Is that- something you might be willing to try?" Watts asked curiously. "At some point," he added.

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"Maybe just a little to start?" Steven suggested. "So the bed doesn't get too messy?"

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"Of course," Watts said. "That's good thinking."

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"I'd be amenable to try though," Steven said, shyly. He was trying to picture it now.

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"Wonderful," Watts said, leaning in to kiss him again, slow and sweet.

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Steven kissed back, trying to show he was amenable to the idea even if he hadn't been able to think of it on his own.

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"I appreciate your willingness to indulge me," Watts told him. "And if you do not enjoy it, then that is perfectly all right, we don't have to do it again."

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Steven had a sudden thought and giggled.

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"What is it?" Watts asked, curious.

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"You won't have maple syrup on French toast but you'll have it on me," Steven said. "Not French toast but a British beau."

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"What can I say?" Watts said. "I'm very particular in my tastes."

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"Does this mean you like me more than French toast?" Steven asked, grinning at him.

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"I like French toast," Watts said. "I love you, Steven Grant."

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Steven looked at Llewellyn with heart eyes. "You say such wonderful things, you know. Make me all warm inside."

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"That I care for you more than breakfast?" Watts asked.

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"It's the way you said it," Steven replied, blushing. "Sweet. Romantic."