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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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Steven watched him, enraptured. He took deep breaths to try to keep the heat of Llewellyn around him from pleasuring him too quickly.

"You feel amazing."

"As do you," Watts said, rocking forward, locking his gaze with Steven's.

Steven looked back, his eyes dark with desire. He rocked up in return, trying to meet Llewellyn halfway so they could both enjoy the feeling of being so connected.

"Perfect," Watts breathed, leaning in to kiss Steven soundly.

Steven kissed him back. He placed his hands on Llewellyn's hips to help guide the both of them as they moved together, rocking up into him in a steady pace.

Watts in turn rocked down as Steven went up, driving Steven nice and deep within him, moaning with pleasure into that kiss.

There was an answering groan from Steven. His hands tightened on Llewellyn's hips as he sunk fully into him. Steven tried to say something but it wasn't fully coherent.

"Mmm?" Watts made a questioning noise.

Steven managed to reply with something like "Love."

"Mmm," the hum was affirmative now. "Me too."

Steven thrust up harder, trying to match that movement with an even more possessive kiss.

Another enthusiastic moan as Watts kissed back with great enthusiasm, rocking back down on to him, encouraging him to keep going.

Steven thrust up harder, holding on to Llewellyn's hips to help drive him down. He increased his pace. Not frantic, but not lazy anymore either.

"Please," Watts managed, as the pleasure within him began to grow. "Please, yes."

Steven took that as a cue to speed up, driving himself harder and faster into Llewellyn. Which was fine with him because his own pleasure was growing and it was getting more difficult to hold back when Llewellyn felt so good around him.

That was, in fact, what Watts had been attempting to request, so that worked out wonderfully, his own movements speeding up to match as everything approached crescendo within him.

Steven murmured his own encouraging noises, letting Llewellyn know it was all right to keep going. He kissed harder, trying to match the intensity of his thrusts and doing what he could to hold back until Llewellyn had his pleasure.

Honestly, Watts would hardly have blamed Steven for focusing on himself, given that this was Watts's second go-round of the afternoon.

In the moment, though, he wasn't thinking about much at all except the pleasure coursing through him, pleasure that eventually climaxed and had him crying out with the release- all of his remaining conscious effort going in to not biting down on his tongue to muffle it.

Steven watched Llewellyn, drinking in the view like it filled a place inside of him.

It drove his own pleasure, and he kept thrusting as he now tried to chase his own climax in the hopes he wouldn't hit it too long after Llewellyn.

Watts leaned down to kiss Steven again, riding out (literally) his climax while encouraging Steven to reach his own.

It didn't take too long before Steven was whimpering, and clinging, and thrusting faster until he too cried out, shouting something that sounded like "Llew" or possibly "Love" or perhaps both.

Watts was clinging right back, resisting the urge to slump bonelessly (heh) against Steven until he was sure his beau had come fully back down from that peak himself.

The tension slowly left Steven's body. He moved his hands up to Llewellyn's shoulders to try to pull him into a hug. Perhaps not as tight as if Steven wasn't currently boneless (heh) himself in the aftermath, but a close hug all the same.

Watts went easily enough, burying his head against Steven's shoulder. "Love you," he murmured against Steven's skin.

Steven nuzzled Llewellyn's skin. "Amazing."

	
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