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Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon

If there was anything amiss on the island, Watts was unaware, as he and Steven had done their usual Saturday routine of heading off-island for services and running errands, and then back home where Watts would get to baking and then piano practice.

Today, since strawberry season was officially upon them, he was making strawberry shortcake, slicing the strawberries slowly and methodically as he waited for the biscuits to finish baking.

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And there was no way Watts could refuse an invitation like that, hips thrusting forward as he tried to send himself deeper.

Steven made a pleased sound, or as much of one as he could with his mouth full. He did what he could to allow Llewellyn to take his pleasure while licking and sucking where he could.

And that pleasure was growing, Watts's movements getting faster, harder, as he approached the edge.

Steven made another sound, longer this time and purposefully trying to send vibrations through Llewellyn as he encouraged him to hit his climax.

That felt exceptional, even if that was far too multisyllabic a word for Watts to express in the moment. So a pleased moan it was, morphing in to a shout that Watts clamped down on partway even as that climax rolled through him.

Steven drank Llewellyn down eagerly as he tried to help him through that climax. He used his hands to massage both between Llewellyn's legs and against the hip Steven was still holding, letting him know to take his time about enjoying everything he felt.

Watts closed his eyes, slumping slightly against the counter behind him as that pleasure raced along his nerves, breath coming in deep, shuddery gasps.

Steven stood up, going to wrap his arms around Llewellyn in a hug.

Watts folded himself in against Steven, happily melted.

"Wonderful, beautiful man," he murmured into Steven's shoulder.

Steven nuzzled Llewellyn's cheek. "I love you. With all that I am."

"Me too," Watts replied. "Every last inch of me."

Steven gave a pleased hum, not unlike the noises he'd been making before. "Indeed."

Watts huffed out a laugh. "Quite literally."

"Nicely as well," Steven said, with a happy grin.

"You enjoyed that?" Watts asked. Yes, he'd held himself back (er, metaphorically) from asking in the moment, but now that he was spent it seemed prudent to ask.

Steven moved back just enough so that Llewellyn could see his smile. Still while hugging him though.

"Very much," Steven said. "Did you?"

"Immensely," Watts assured him, his own expression one of full-on heart eyes. "Even if," and now he looked a little guilty. "Even if I very nearly spoiled it."

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Steven frowned with confusion. "How so?"

"When I- stopped you. To ask when you would be getting rid of your clothing," Watts reminded him.

Not that he was exactly in the nude himself, clothing still on if unbuttoned.

"Oh!" Steven said. He hadn't forgotten so much as he hadn't considered it as big of a problem as Llewellyn did. "No, that was all right. I didn't want to do anything you weren't in the mood for after all."

"In the mood for you," Watts said, sneaking a quick kiss to Steven's cheek.

Steven chuckled. Then he perked up, proud of himself. "And look! We didn't have to clean first before I did it."

Watts chuckled. "Ah, your secondary motivation is revealed."

Steven tilted his chin up proudly. "I was being clever. No need for you to wait if we did it here."

"Very clever indeed," and then Watts had to go in for another, proper, kiss, just because.

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