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Genuine
Title: The Sleep of the Just.
Author: Nyarlathotep
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing/s: Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright, Apollo Justice/Klavier Gavin, Kristoph Gavin, ensemble supporting cast
Rating: G through NC-17 (this chapter NC-17)
Warnings for this chapter: a little more angst, crying, self-blame, some verbal profanity, background and SEX! (oral/frot/hand job/orgasm)
Chapter Four: Genuine
Klavier and Apollo had never managed to properly move in together. They each maintained their own apartment in the city, not terribly far from each other by LA standards but not exceptionally close by either, and they commuted; leaving clothing in each other’s closets and buying duplicate toothbrushes and razors. It was just habit at this point, deciding who’s place to overnight at based on things like who had fresh coffee in their pantry or at whose house one or the other’s current book/favorite guitar/etc… was, currently…
Klavier’s loft was the place to go for gadgets. You could make coffee and toast four different ways in his kitchen simultaneously and the man seemed to collect flat television monitors, continually adding to the daisy-chain framework of screens, cables and steel brackets occupying one whole wall in his ‘living room’, or at least what space wasn’t filled by stacks of speakers and amps. Thinking about how it was all wired together made Apollo cringe but playing videogames or watching movies there was undeniably awesome.
Apollo’s tenth floor apartment had more creature comforts than Klavier’s open modern residence, with a classic floor plan, lots of dark lustrous woodwork and plenty of overstuffed sofas and leather armchairs, soft lighting and tasteful art prints; a homey place with things like jell-o cups right alongside imported beer and leftover homemade lasagna in the fridge… so when Apollo directed the taxi driver to his own address instead of Klavier’s he was really only thinking about getting his exhausted lover bathed and into a nice warm bed for a few hours, get a meal into him and maybe talk about this. Edgeworth had been correct in his assessment that this issue was entirely gray area and they all had an uphill battle ahead of them if they intended to convince anyone else that Kristoph could no longer be blamed or punished for his crimes.
They first had to properly convince themselves…
‘That cab fare was exorbitant!’ Apollo fumed silently in the elevator, holding onto Klavier’s arm, trying to convince himself that he was doing it entirely to help hold the shaking man upright and not at all for the selfish comfort of clinging to him. When the door slid open, the quiet hallway smelled like baking bread and fried chicken. One of the other tenants kicking it up a notch, apparently. Apollo heard Klavier’s stomach growl and his own echoed the sentiment.
“Guh… hungry…” Apollo realized that it had been nearly 36 hours since they’d last had an actual meal or really slept and suddenly he was feeling every minute of it in his empty stomach and tired body. “You sit down Klavier, I’ll cook up something quick, ok?” It was painfully obvious how numb the prosecutor was because he just nodded, shuffling into Apollo’s living room and slumping wearily onto the longer of the two sofas. It was still an hour or so until sunset but all the windows in the room faced northeast, so he flipped on a table lamp before settling in to wait.
Klavier was still in his overcoat when Apollo came into the room with ham and cheese omelets and orange juice on a tray. At first the prosecutor seemed to be asleep but he perked up at the smell of the simple meal, sitting forward and struggling out of his coat sleeves. As they ate together in comfortable silence Apollo watched Klavier, happy to see him obviously enjoying the food and gaining some of the color back in his face, in his lips especially… They were wet and glistening after he gulped his orange juice, plump and pink and when they parted smoothly for his tongue to lap at a droplet that threatened to slide down over his chin, Apollo’s cheeks flushed. He looked away quickly, feeling ashamed for staring even though the man was his lover. It just felt wrong, having stirrings of desire at a time like this. He was sure that Klavier would laugh at him for feeling shame over something like that but he couldn’t help feeling it. It was a knee-jerk response.
Klavier noticed him blushing and actually managed a grin that seemed to not be so forced, running a hand through his limp and greasy bangs. “Forehead, is there something you… want?” He said it with a smirk that was so much like his normal one that Apollo didn’t even hesitate to climb over the ottoman and kiss him, straddling his lap on the sofa and pressing him back into the soft cushions. They wrapped their arms around each other and squeezed and their kiss was not desperate or hot; just lips held together and breath shared, eyelashes fluttering on moistening cheeks, tongues just barely touching in the center. They could taste tears as the creases of their mouths drew the salty droplets in.
When their kiss broke, Klavier pulled Apollo to him and cried against his shoulder and Apollo just let him get it all out, stroking his back and hair soothingly, pressing his face into the flaxen strands that still smelled like hospital and even weeping quietly himself. They held onto each other for a long moment until they both calmed down, hiccupping as their breathing evened out.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the… accident, ja… I knew you were worried about me… but I just… I couldn’t… until Herr Wright… He used his magic rock on me... didn’t he? That’s why I told him, ja?” The thought made him a bit angry but at the same time he really couldn’t blame the man for using the tools at his disposal.
“I don’t know if he did or not, but I think you were just ready to tell us… I mean about it being your fault…S-so we could tell you the truth, I mean! I mean, I don’t blame you… for anything, ok? It’s not your fault. It never was your fault, Klavier.” Apollo kicks himself inside, for sounding like such an idiot. He still wasn’t the best at comforting and he envied Phoenix and Miles for being so much better at it than he was. This wasn’t the time to be jealous though, Klavier was opening up to him now and he needed to take this opportunity.
“If I had just obeyed him… he wouldn’t have done those things. I know it. He would have become a good man… an honest, harmless man with the truth on his side… I stole that from him because of my selfishness and childishness.” The prosecutor’s face was obscured by hair and still pressed into his shoulder but Apollo could feel the wetness of tears wicking through the thin fabric of his shirt. He pushed back a little to look Klavier in the face, raising his chin with a gentle hand but finding his reddened eyes uncomfortably distant.
“Childish behavior is acceptable in children, Klavier. You were only eleven and it was an accident. Who’s to say it would have happened any differently anyway? Maybe that horse would have just flipped out over something else… You can never know because that’s not how it happened.” Klavier’s downcast expression did little to encourage him when he searched the blonde’s eyes for understanding- for acceptance…
“Child or adult… there can be no excuse for my actions…” Gott… I didn’t know he had the lead wrapped around his hand… It was not enough that I made my brother a sociopathic monster but I disfigured him as well… If I had just obeyed him, Apollo… If I had only known what horrors I could unleash…” Fresh tears were blooming in Klavier’s raw bloodshot eyes, their usually warm tropical blue irises muddied and sallow with too many rinsings and suddenly the sight of Klavier in pain and wallowing in guilt over something so obviously unchangeable had an unexpected effect on the defense attorney.
It pissed him off.
The act of abruptly sitting back in the blonde’s lap managed to draw the prosecutor’s attention, pulling Klavier’s dejected, watery eyes up to meet Apollo's own fierce scowl.
“You know what, Klavier… I used to wonder… all the time, about what my life would have been like if I hadn’t been given up as a baby. I used to imagine a mother and father who loved me and cared for me. I used to write them letters in my journals and draw pictures of what they might have looked like. I used to imagine I was to blame for my own abandonment. I convinced myself on some of my darkest days that my parents had taken one look at me and thrown me out with the afterbirth, even though I know the actual circumstances were far less dramatic… Could I have had a family if- if what? If I had been a girl?- If I had been blonde?- Not cried so much? I didn’t know what my infant crime was but I knew that I had been found undesirable and that all the wondering and fantasizing in the world could never change my situation… Oh, and while we’re on the subject of the way shit could’ve happened…?” Apollo blushed slightly, his severe expression softening somewhat as Klavier’s mouth fell open at his tone but he continued quickly, in a voice more like the one he used in court.
“Guess what wouldn’t have happened if you had somehow averted that incident, back then… Let’s start with you and me… You know… Us? See, if Kristoph had been in his right mind, he never would have been forging evidence in the first place! He might have still sucked at poker and gotten fired by Zak but Phoenix wouldn’t have had anything phony to present at that trial and never would have lost his badge. It’s entirely possible that you might have lost your first trial, Klavier… and even if you’d still won and Zak still disappeared, Phoenix would still have been a lawyer… so it’s true that Zak would never have been killed because Phoenix wouldn’t have ended up playing poker in that club, but he also wouldn’t have had to disappear if Phoenix had won the trial, so no Trucy… Well, no Trucy Wright, at least. I never would have met her, or even known I had any siblings, or any family at all, I might- might still know you, because of working for Kristoph but do you think we’d be together like this? Every single aspect of our lives would be totally different… Would you even have come to America, or gone into law at all? If not to try to reconnect with Kristoph because you thought he was still angry with you over getting him injured when you were eleven…? I don’t know why everything happened like it did… but it did and it’s no good thinking about ‘what might have-’ and ‘if we’d only just-’ …Good and bad things just happen and all we can do is keep going forward to meet what’s next… Like I said before, I used to wonder what my life would have been like if I’d not been given away, but the thing is, I don’t want to ever find out because this is my life… This is important and you and me are important and- and maybe that’s selfish of me but… I-”
He trailed off because Klavier was staring at him, open mouthed and still. Apollo’s stomach dropped out and he thought for just a second that he might have really fucked up, but then Klavier was crushing him back to his chest; face again buried in Apollo’s shirt collar and arms tight around his torso, silently saying it all.
‘We can’t change it so we’ll just have to face it down…’
They left their dishes for later and drifted towards the bathroom for an atypically businesslike shower; standing back to back while shaving and taking turns under the spray for lathering and rinsing more or less in silence, brushing their teeth and removing contact lenses almost in a daze.
The indescribable stress and mental agony of the last few days had been taking a clear toll on the usually buoyant prosecutor so Apollo literally squawked in surprise when Klavier caught him in a light embrace from behind by the bureau and stopped him from putting on his sleep pants by catching the waistband before it could rise up over the swell of his buttocks. The forgotten garment pooled around his ankles and then was left behind completely as the naked blond pressed against his backside began walking them towards the bed, turning him around so he could slide up onto it backwards. Klavier parted his knees with gentle hands, kneeling between them with an intense look and Apollo shivered pleasantly under that hot gaze, rapidly going hard with an almost reflexive desire.
Apollo was truly shocked that either of them had the physical energy or emotional motivation to make love but looking in Klavier’s eyes told him that if sex for them was ordinarily about a desire for the comfort of touch, or for a reaffirmation of the things they felt for each other; a pleasurable establishment of normalcy in their lives; then sex right now was a desperate need for all those things.
The look in his eyes suggested that Apollo had better just lie back and enjoy the attention and Apollo was more than a little ashamed to admit, even to himself, how hot it made him. Klavier almost never took the lead; being enthusiastically reciprocal but generally content to allow Apollo complete access to his body; ‘obscenely flexible, seamlessly tanned and nicely muscled, lean and tall and tight and so damned pliant…’ Apollo shook his head and then dropped it back into the pillows with a groan as Klavier’s mouth descended on him.
It was quite obviously about control this time, although not in a negative way. Klavier clearly needed this, needed to feel something beyond helplessness and confusion… Sex was something he both understood and was very capable at and although initially surprised by the unexpected attention, Apollo didn’t take long to get into it. It was difficult not to with the prosecutor’s skilled mouth working over his cock and gentle fingers kneading into his thighs. Apollo pushed himself backwards on the bed and Klavier followed him up, letting the attorney’s dick slip from his mouth and sliding up over him, settling between Apollo’s spread thighs until their bodies were flush, front to front. They rocked together slowly, gently at first, kissing and suckling at each other’s mouths with ever increasing fervor, matching the mounting pace with which they ground their hips together.
Their kiss quickly lost focus as the pleasure and urgency increased and Klavier’s mouth trailed heavy breaths and wet lips down along Apollo’s jaw and neck as the attorney dropped his head to the side to accommodate him, stifling an un-manly whimper against his own shoulder. After a moment Klavier propped himself up so he could observe Apollo’s expressions. Pushing his knees apart and beneath Apollo’s thighs, he shoved forward roughly, rolling his hips in a fluid ellipse that was almost too stimulating for him to actually maintain, crying out when Apollo spread further for him, upraised knees now level with his shoulders, face flushed and lower lip pinned between straight white teeth, muffling the little whimpers and gasps each revolution wrung from him.
Nearly too beautiful to bear…
Apollo was rapidly becoming desperate, moaning loudly each time Klavier moved now that their cocks were more or less aligned and sliding sensually past each other, trapped slickly between their bellies. He was just moving to reach between their bodies and hurry them to completion but Klavier beat him to it, stilling his hand with a look of pure dominance before taking them both in a lazy teasing grip and beginning to stroke lightly. Their faces were mere inches apart, noses nearly brushing and Klavier’s cerulean irises were only barely visible circumscribing his dilated pupils, breath coming more erratic and desperate even as his expression remained intent and focused, one hand working between their bodies and the fingers of the other sifting through Apollo’s still damp hair where some of the longer strands splayed across the pillow.
It didn’t take much more for either of them to lose it, too close to even tell who went first but suddenly their bodies blazed with heat, the pressure pooling in their lower bellies surging into each extremity, seizing in an almost electrical snap of pleasure as they both stiffened and spilled, frantic muscles in thighs and abdomens twitching with each exquisite pulse from within, fingers pressing dents into tanned and pale flesh, knees gripping shoulders and breath colored by incoherent bilingual praise and odd terms of endearment.
Klavier pulled his hand from between them and they both chuckled breathily as their bellies squelched together audibly in the mess they’d created. Klavier kissed Apollo’s collarbone and chin and lingered deliberately on his lips before kissing his forehead. He drew back smiling and Apollo felt his eyes prickle with tears of relief at seeing real happiness there.
When it was genuine, Apollo could always tell.
Even with the knowledge that it was probably at least 90% post orgasm endorphins, he couldn’t help but bask in the feeling of buoyancy and contentment that suffused his mind and body as they rested against each other, foreheads touching and humid breath, still minty from toothpaste ghosting over lips curled in happy euphoric peace. He felt optimistic all of a sudden, tremulous hope replacing the crushing sense of powerlessness he’d been steeped in over the last few days.
Together, maybe they would be strong enough…
-TBC!-
Author: Nyarlathotep
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing/s: Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright, Apollo Justice/Klavier Gavin, Kristoph Gavin, ensemble supporting cast
Rating: G through NC-17 (this chapter NC-17)
Warnings for this chapter: a little more angst, crying, self-blame, some verbal profanity, background and SEX! (oral/frot/hand job/orgasm)
Klavier and Apollo had never managed to properly move in together. They each maintained their own apartment in the city, not terribly far from each other by LA standards but not exceptionally close by either, and they commuted; leaving clothing in each other’s closets and buying duplicate toothbrushes and razors. It was just habit at this point, deciding who’s place to overnight at based on things like who had fresh coffee in their pantry or at whose house one or the other’s current book/favorite guitar/etc… was, currently…
Klavier’s loft was the place to go for gadgets. You could make coffee and toast four different ways in his kitchen simultaneously and the man seemed to collect flat television monitors, continually adding to the daisy-chain framework of screens, cables and steel brackets occupying one whole wall in his ‘living room’, or at least what space wasn’t filled by stacks of speakers and amps. Thinking about how it was all wired together made Apollo cringe but playing videogames or watching movies there was undeniably awesome.
Apollo’s tenth floor apartment had more creature comforts than Klavier’s open modern residence, with a classic floor plan, lots of dark lustrous woodwork and plenty of overstuffed sofas and leather armchairs, soft lighting and tasteful art prints; a homey place with things like jell-o cups right alongside imported beer and leftover homemade lasagna in the fridge… so when Apollo directed the taxi driver to his own address instead of Klavier’s he was really only thinking about getting his exhausted lover bathed and into a nice warm bed for a few hours, get a meal into him and maybe talk about this. Edgeworth had been correct in his assessment that this issue was entirely gray area and they all had an uphill battle ahead of them if they intended to convince anyone else that Kristoph could no longer be blamed or punished for his crimes.
They first had to properly convince themselves…
‘That cab fare was exorbitant!’ Apollo fumed silently in the elevator, holding onto Klavier’s arm, trying to convince himself that he was doing it entirely to help hold the shaking man upright and not at all for the selfish comfort of clinging to him. When the door slid open, the quiet hallway smelled like baking bread and fried chicken. One of the other tenants kicking it up a notch, apparently. Apollo heard Klavier’s stomach growl and his own echoed the sentiment.
“Guh… hungry…” Apollo realized that it had been nearly 36 hours since they’d last had an actual meal or really slept and suddenly he was feeling every minute of it in his empty stomach and tired body. “You sit down Klavier, I’ll cook up something quick, ok?” It was painfully obvious how numb the prosecutor was because he just nodded, shuffling into Apollo’s living room and slumping wearily onto the longer of the two sofas. It was still an hour or so until sunset but all the windows in the room faced northeast, so he flipped on a table lamp before settling in to wait.
Klavier was still in his overcoat when Apollo came into the room with ham and cheese omelets and orange juice on a tray. At first the prosecutor seemed to be asleep but he perked up at the smell of the simple meal, sitting forward and struggling out of his coat sleeves. As they ate together in comfortable silence Apollo watched Klavier, happy to see him obviously enjoying the food and gaining some of the color back in his face, in his lips especially… They were wet and glistening after he gulped his orange juice, plump and pink and when they parted smoothly for his tongue to lap at a droplet that threatened to slide down over his chin, Apollo’s cheeks flushed. He looked away quickly, feeling ashamed for staring even though the man was his lover. It just felt wrong, having stirrings of desire at a time like this. He was sure that Klavier would laugh at him for feeling shame over something like that but he couldn’t help feeling it. It was a knee-jerk response.
Klavier noticed him blushing and actually managed a grin that seemed to not be so forced, running a hand through his limp and greasy bangs. “Forehead, is there something you… want?” He said it with a smirk that was so much like his normal one that Apollo didn’t even hesitate to climb over the ottoman and kiss him, straddling his lap on the sofa and pressing him back into the soft cushions. They wrapped their arms around each other and squeezed and their kiss was not desperate or hot; just lips held together and breath shared, eyelashes fluttering on moistening cheeks, tongues just barely touching in the center. They could taste tears as the creases of their mouths drew the salty droplets in.
When their kiss broke, Klavier pulled Apollo to him and cried against his shoulder and Apollo just let him get it all out, stroking his back and hair soothingly, pressing his face into the flaxen strands that still smelled like hospital and even weeping quietly himself. They held onto each other for a long moment until they both calmed down, hiccupping as their breathing evened out.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the… accident, ja… I knew you were worried about me… but I just… I couldn’t… until Herr Wright… He used his magic rock on me... didn’t he? That’s why I told him, ja?” The thought made him a bit angry but at the same time he really couldn’t blame the man for using the tools at his disposal.
“I don’t know if he did or not, but I think you were just ready to tell us… I mean about it being your fault…S-so we could tell you the truth, I mean! I mean, I don’t blame you… for anything, ok? It’s not your fault. It never was your fault, Klavier.” Apollo kicks himself inside, for sounding like such an idiot. He still wasn’t the best at comforting and he envied Phoenix and Miles for being so much better at it than he was. This wasn’t the time to be jealous though, Klavier was opening up to him now and he needed to take this opportunity.
“If I had just obeyed him… he wouldn’t have done those things. I know it. He would have become a good man… an honest, harmless man with the truth on his side… I stole that from him because of my selfishness and childishness.” The prosecutor’s face was obscured by hair and still pressed into his shoulder but Apollo could feel the wetness of tears wicking through the thin fabric of his shirt. He pushed back a little to look Klavier in the face, raising his chin with a gentle hand but finding his reddened eyes uncomfortably distant.
“Childish behavior is acceptable in children, Klavier. You were only eleven and it was an accident. Who’s to say it would have happened any differently anyway? Maybe that horse would have just flipped out over something else… You can never know because that’s not how it happened.” Klavier’s downcast expression did little to encourage him when he searched the blonde’s eyes for understanding- for acceptance…
“Child or adult… there can be no excuse for my actions…” Gott… I didn’t know he had the lead wrapped around his hand… It was not enough that I made my brother a sociopathic monster but I disfigured him as well… If I had just obeyed him, Apollo… If I had only known what horrors I could unleash…” Fresh tears were blooming in Klavier’s raw bloodshot eyes, their usually warm tropical blue irises muddied and sallow with too many rinsings and suddenly the sight of Klavier in pain and wallowing in guilt over something so obviously unchangeable had an unexpected effect on the defense attorney.
It pissed him off.
The act of abruptly sitting back in the blonde’s lap managed to draw the prosecutor’s attention, pulling Klavier’s dejected, watery eyes up to meet Apollo's own fierce scowl.
“You know what, Klavier… I used to wonder… all the time, about what my life would have been like if I hadn’t been given up as a baby. I used to imagine a mother and father who loved me and cared for me. I used to write them letters in my journals and draw pictures of what they might have looked like. I used to imagine I was to blame for my own abandonment. I convinced myself on some of my darkest days that my parents had taken one look at me and thrown me out with the afterbirth, even though I know the actual circumstances were far less dramatic… Could I have had a family if- if what? If I had been a girl?- If I had been blonde?- Not cried so much? I didn’t know what my infant crime was but I knew that I had been found undesirable and that all the wondering and fantasizing in the world could never change my situation… Oh, and while we’re on the subject of the way shit could’ve happened…?” Apollo blushed slightly, his severe expression softening somewhat as Klavier’s mouth fell open at his tone but he continued quickly, in a voice more like the one he used in court.
“Guess what wouldn’t have happened if you had somehow averted that incident, back then… Let’s start with you and me… You know… Us? See, if Kristoph had been in his right mind, he never would have been forging evidence in the first place! He might have still sucked at poker and gotten fired by Zak but Phoenix wouldn’t have had anything phony to present at that trial and never would have lost his badge. It’s entirely possible that you might have lost your first trial, Klavier… and even if you’d still won and Zak still disappeared, Phoenix would still have been a lawyer… so it’s true that Zak would never have been killed because Phoenix wouldn’t have ended up playing poker in that club, but he also wouldn’t have had to disappear if Phoenix had won the trial, so no Trucy… Well, no Trucy Wright, at least. I never would have met her, or even known I had any siblings, or any family at all, I might- might still know you, because of working for Kristoph but do you think we’d be together like this? Every single aspect of our lives would be totally different… Would you even have come to America, or gone into law at all? If not to try to reconnect with Kristoph because you thought he was still angry with you over getting him injured when you were eleven…? I don’t know why everything happened like it did… but it did and it’s no good thinking about ‘what might have-’ and ‘if we’d only just-’ …Good and bad things just happen and all we can do is keep going forward to meet what’s next… Like I said before, I used to wonder what my life would have been like if I’d not been given away, but the thing is, I don’t want to ever find out because this is my life… This is important and you and me are important and- and maybe that’s selfish of me but… I-”
He trailed off because Klavier was staring at him, open mouthed and still. Apollo’s stomach dropped out and he thought for just a second that he might have really fucked up, but then Klavier was crushing him back to his chest; face again buried in Apollo’s shirt collar and arms tight around his torso, silently saying it all.
‘We can’t change it so we’ll just have to face it down…’
They left their dishes for later and drifted towards the bathroom for an atypically businesslike shower; standing back to back while shaving and taking turns under the spray for lathering and rinsing more or less in silence, brushing their teeth and removing contact lenses almost in a daze.
The indescribable stress and mental agony of the last few days had been taking a clear toll on the usually buoyant prosecutor so Apollo literally squawked in surprise when Klavier caught him in a light embrace from behind by the bureau and stopped him from putting on his sleep pants by catching the waistband before it could rise up over the swell of his buttocks. The forgotten garment pooled around his ankles and then was left behind completely as the naked blond pressed against his backside began walking them towards the bed, turning him around so he could slide up onto it backwards. Klavier parted his knees with gentle hands, kneeling between them with an intense look and Apollo shivered pleasantly under that hot gaze, rapidly going hard with an almost reflexive desire.
Apollo was truly shocked that either of them had the physical energy or emotional motivation to make love but looking in Klavier’s eyes told him that if sex for them was ordinarily about a desire for the comfort of touch, or for a reaffirmation of the things they felt for each other; a pleasurable establishment of normalcy in their lives; then sex right now was a desperate need for all those things.
The look in his eyes suggested that Apollo had better just lie back and enjoy the attention and Apollo was more than a little ashamed to admit, even to himself, how hot it made him. Klavier almost never took the lead; being enthusiastically reciprocal but generally content to allow Apollo complete access to his body; ‘obscenely flexible, seamlessly tanned and nicely muscled, lean and tall and tight and so damned pliant…’ Apollo shook his head and then dropped it back into the pillows with a groan as Klavier’s mouth descended on him.
It was quite obviously about control this time, although not in a negative way. Klavier clearly needed this, needed to feel something beyond helplessness and confusion… Sex was something he both understood and was very capable at and although initially surprised by the unexpected attention, Apollo didn’t take long to get into it. It was difficult not to with the prosecutor’s skilled mouth working over his cock and gentle fingers kneading into his thighs. Apollo pushed himself backwards on the bed and Klavier followed him up, letting the attorney’s dick slip from his mouth and sliding up over him, settling between Apollo’s spread thighs until their bodies were flush, front to front. They rocked together slowly, gently at first, kissing and suckling at each other’s mouths with ever increasing fervor, matching the mounting pace with which they ground their hips together.
Their kiss quickly lost focus as the pleasure and urgency increased and Klavier’s mouth trailed heavy breaths and wet lips down along Apollo’s jaw and neck as the attorney dropped his head to the side to accommodate him, stifling an un-manly whimper against his own shoulder. After a moment Klavier propped himself up so he could observe Apollo’s expressions. Pushing his knees apart and beneath Apollo’s thighs, he shoved forward roughly, rolling his hips in a fluid ellipse that was almost too stimulating for him to actually maintain, crying out when Apollo spread further for him, upraised knees now level with his shoulders, face flushed and lower lip pinned between straight white teeth, muffling the little whimpers and gasps each revolution wrung from him.
Nearly too beautiful to bear…
Apollo was rapidly becoming desperate, moaning loudly each time Klavier moved now that their cocks were more or less aligned and sliding sensually past each other, trapped slickly between their bellies. He was just moving to reach between their bodies and hurry them to completion but Klavier beat him to it, stilling his hand with a look of pure dominance before taking them both in a lazy teasing grip and beginning to stroke lightly. Their faces were mere inches apart, noses nearly brushing and Klavier’s cerulean irises were only barely visible circumscribing his dilated pupils, breath coming more erratic and desperate even as his expression remained intent and focused, one hand working between their bodies and the fingers of the other sifting through Apollo’s still damp hair where some of the longer strands splayed across the pillow.
It didn’t take much more for either of them to lose it, too close to even tell who went first but suddenly their bodies blazed with heat, the pressure pooling in their lower bellies surging into each extremity, seizing in an almost electrical snap of pleasure as they both stiffened and spilled, frantic muscles in thighs and abdomens twitching with each exquisite pulse from within, fingers pressing dents into tanned and pale flesh, knees gripping shoulders and breath colored by incoherent bilingual praise and odd terms of endearment.
Klavier pulled his hand from between them and they both chuckled breathily as their bellies squelched together audibly in the mess they’d created. Klavier kissed Apollo’s collarbone and chin and lingered deliberately on his lips before kissing his forehead. He drew back smiling and Apollo felt his eyes prickle with tears of relief at seeing real happiness there.
When it was genuine, Apollo could always tell.
Even with the knowledge that it was probably at least 90% post orgasm endorphins, he couldn’t help but bask in the feeling of buoyancy and contentment that suffused his mind and body as they rested against each other, foreheads touching and humid breath, still minty from toothpaste ghosting over lips curled in happy euphoric peace. He felt optimistic all of a sudden, tremulous hope replacing the crushing sense of powerlessness he’d been steeped in over the last few days.
Together, maybe they would be strong enough…
-TBC!-