pocketpretzels | Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon

Watts was more than happy to oblige with this development, shifting slightly to give Steven better access to work at those buttons.

Steven made a happy noise. He kept unbuttoning - or trying to. It wasn't the most skilled endeavor but it was eager and did more or less get there. There was kissing to do at the same time, you see, which was also enjoyable.

Very enjoyable.

Sometimes, Watts helped in this effort to get himself unbuttoned. Other times, like now, he was content to let Steven do that part, concentrating mostly on just kissing back.

Kissing back was fine. Steven rather liked the kissing. He also had something like a goal in mind with the unbuttoning, which was why he kept moving downward to eventually work on undoing the front of Llewellyn's pants.

And Watts would, eventually, think about reciprocating, but right now, there was kissing, and Steven's hands on him, which felt nice even though all he was doing was undoing buttons.

That was all right. Steven wasn't thinking about reciprocity. Instead he was thinking about palming Llewellyn through his trousers. So he did just that.

"Oh!" Watts sighed into that kiss, because that felt good.

Steven smiled into the kiss. He began stroking Llewellyn. Unhurriedly, enjoying the feel as - hopefully - much as Llewellyn was.

Oh, Watts was enjoying it a great deal. As evidenced by how he was pressing forward, into Steven's hand.

Steven pressed back, giving a little more pressure for Llewellyn to move against.

"S'nice," Watts sighed contentedly into that kiss.

"Showing my appreciation," Steven replied. He went back to trying to undo Llewellyn's trousers so he could get those particular clothes out of the way.

Watts laughed against Steven's lips. "I appreciate your- appreciation."

Steven grinned. "Good. I hoped you would."

Trousers undone, Steven slipped his hand inside to see if he could free Llewellyn.

Watts certainly wasn't going to do anything to dissuade Steven's efforts. Unless kissing was distracting?

It was a little distracting. But in a good way. Plus Steven had a fair amount of muscle memory for touching Llewellyn like this. So once he had his hand on Llewellyn he was able to stroke, even if the kissing did interfere with the steadiness of the rhythm Steven was stroking with.

Look, all that mattered to Watts was that he was kissing Steven, and that Steven's hand was on him, sending currents of pleasure coursing through him as he rocked his hips into that touch.

Steven made a pleased sound. He kept stroking, adding a little twist of his hand into the mix.

Which elicted a pleased shiver out of Watts in response. The thought of getting Steven's clothing off as well flitted through his mind, and he made an inquiring sort of noise in response to that.

Steven had his own thoughts about where things could be going. So to Llewellyn's questioning sound he gave the lightest push, encouraging Llewellyn to lean back against the table.

"Your clothing," Watts managed to gasp out between kisses, although he did obligingly lean back.

"Later," Steven said. He got off of his chair so he could begin to kiss his way down Llewellyn's front, making his way towards where his hand currently was.

"Wh- how much later?" Watts found himself asking.

Steven paused before his mouth connected where his hand currently was.

"Do you not want me to take care of you?"

"I don't not want you to?" came Watts's reply.

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