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You Don't Know Heaven
Title: You Don't Know Heaven
Author: Nyarlathotep
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Klavier/Apollo
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex
Warnings: Introspection, Anal Sex, WAFF/Romance, Deflowering a "Virgin"
Second Person POV 1600 words
You Don’t Know Heaven
How had it all started…?
How was this possible…?
You lived your entire teenage life assuming you were completely normal. Wet dreams through puberty, blushing fluttery crushes on pretty, fresh faced, bright eyed girls through high school, several ultimately meaningless but mutually enjoyable physical affairs with slightly older versions of those lovely flowers through college…
They were nothing like him…
Or maybe they were…
You stared at him across the courtroom and he noticed right away, used to having eyes on him, being the center of attention; used to being the prettiest one…
Like them.
They were always blond and blue eyed, golden skinned and thin thin thin…
Taller than you…
Like him.
You bit your lip when he smiled at you, felt something stir in your belly when he leaned in close to speak with you… He smelled like violets and carnations and his eyes were as deep as the sky…
This shouldn’t be happening…
When had it become so unbearable? The daydreams, the wandering thoughts and hands… that was normal, natural… you’re only twenty two… They moved on their own when you lost focus while working late, alone at the Anything Agency… following your imagination over tanned curves and through platinum waves; blue and bronze and blond, lean and tall, tight and hard and moaning your name…
Forehead…
Impossible… Ridiculous… That wasn’t right…
But you couldn’t deny the truth…
…Because then your hand was slick and sticky and your face was flushed and his name still echoed in the empty office, his imaginary touch still fresh on your mind.
Klavier
And then you knew what had to be done. You knew you needed to at least give it a try.
You never know until you try right?
You can’t get what you want unless you ask for it and you can’t ask for something unless you know what you want…
You thought you knew what that thing was when you asked and when he responded with much more enthusiasm than you’d expected you were genuinely pleased, convinced that it would somehow be no different than it had ever been with girls…
But you failed to take into account something really obvious…
Now you have no idea. The mechanics seem all wrong. The what and where and how of sex that used to be so cut and dry, back when you thought you were straight, it’s all ambiguous now… two tab As and no slot B… well…
You knew how it worked but still… weird… unusual… and a bit frightening.
However, you’ve graduated well beyond kissing now. Observed how your mouth fit together with his just as well as it had with any girl, how your bodies aligned and how it was equally satisfying to grope and fondle Klavier’s hard pectorals as it had been to squeeze a pair of breasts… Relished how the prosecutor’s voice pitched high and sweet when you stroked him, taking him nervously into your hand in the same manner that you liked to touch yourself.
And when he sucked you off, (without having to be urged to do so, incidentally) you lost yourself down his hot throat more eagerly and more swiftly than you ever had with any pair of plush feminine lips wrapped around you…
…and without the annoying lipstick smudges… without the “discreet” spitting into a tissue…
Oh God, you’ve always wanted this…
Haven’t you?
A beautiful… man…?
Was this why it never worked out with any of them? Sure they’d gotten you hard… gotten you off… even gotten you to give them a reluctant “promise” once or twice but… but...
They were all the same.
And Klavier is very different.
They lay back and let you in… Tab A. Slot B.
But you’re the one on your back this time…
“You are shaking, Forehe-”
“I’m fine!”
“Apollo… if you are not comfortable with this… I will not force you.” He’s pulling away, the single finger he’d managed to work inside you just past the second knuckle sliding out slowly. It feels strange and also familiar. Things were supposed to slide out of there, not in… right?
But you’re open-minded, aren’t you? You know you’re attracted to him. It’s difficult to deny that he turns you on, your dick still hard and throbbing where it rests against your belly, despite your fear and discomfort. It’s just the newness… the strangeness… the fact that you’re a virgin again this way around…
And you’re blushing like one…
“N-no… no it’s ok… I want to do this… I- I’m just not used to feeling like this about… Uh… about guys…”
“Ach! Guys, plural Forehead? Is there competition for me to deal with?!”
Is he seriously joking around at a time like this? That grin is so damn contagious… and he’s chuckling now and so are you, relaxing more easily.
This was normal. This was natural. People in love made love… How did their gender matter?
“There’s no one else, Klavier. I want you.”
Frowning slightly, but apparently convinced you’re being honest, you feel his fingertip nudge back against you, slick and warm, gently circling your anus. It builds a little charge of pleasure up in the special nerves there, makes your cock flex and twitch. It makes you wonder why you never thought to touch yourself there…
“Then trust me and relax, ja?”
“Ja…” You breathe the word out as that finger slips back in, pressing further than before; going deeper than you thought possible, You swear you can feel him just behind your bellybutton, tickling your insides in a way that makes you squirm and emit short puffs of breath and little “ahs” in a voice you barely recognize. He warms more lubricant in his other hand and slicks up your aching dick, closing his thumb and forefinger snugly around you and stroking from the base to just below the head, in precise tandem with his other hand as it thrusts back inside, this time with two fingers that press gently up toward your belly as well as in, touching something… pressing and kneading and stroking something that-
That…
'Oh… Oh God… OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod……………' It was like the fucking best orgasm you’d ever had with a girl…
…except you haven’t come… that feeling was only the beginning…
“You are ready for me ja, Apollo?”
You can’t speak… You can barely nod.
It almost hurts when his fingers leave you to assist in rolling on a condom. Your pelvis rolls wantonly and oddly enough you can feel your stretched hole fluttering, loose and slick and desperate for something to contract around, something to squeeze. You can still feel that thing he touched inside you, throbbing dully and sending out little electric jolts of pleasure that make your limbs twitch; that make your groin and abdominals clench.
And suddenly he’s against you, blunt and warm and as slick as you are, pushing into you a little more easily than you would have imagined, gliding smoothly over sparking nerves in your anus to insistently part the sphincter muscles, loosened but still very strong and snug. You can’t stop your knees from rising, your thighs from tensing to grip his sides; can’t stop your fingernails from raking furrows in his back.
Not that he seems to mind in the slightest, growling and driving his hips forward to finally seat himself fully inside.
Your body feels electrified, all your muscles locking up at once as the hard currents of Klavier course through you and his lean strong body is bound up just as tight as yours, vibrating from the effort of holding still. It doesn’t help that he’s doing something very deliberate with his penis, contracting his groin muscles to make it flex inside you, massaging that brain melting spot until you scream; until you’re writhing beneath him; until your hips are surging on their own, well out of your conscious control; until you’re fucking yourself on his cock…
Some virgin you turned out to be…
And if it was achingly pleasant before, it’s absolutely mind shattering when Klavier begins moving, slow and sweet and sensual, your bodies touching everywhere at once. He’s hovering over you, stroking your neck and shoulders and face as his hips drive forward and roll back in a fluid ellipse. His fingers trail down your chest and shivering abdomen and wrap around your hard, weeping cock, jerking you in counter-rhythm to his thrusts and you’re matching him move for move, unable to recall another time when your body felt this fucking good; this charged with lust; this out of control.
Unable to recall another time when you felt this connected to another person.
This is what it’s supposed to be like isn’t it? When it’s perfect?
When it’s right?
You only become aware of how loudly you’re screaming because Klavier seals his lips over yours to shut you up and the silence is suddenly deafening. You’re only aware of the strength with which you’re gripping the sheets at your sides because they rip.
But you’re acutely aware that you’re coming harder than you ever have in your life. Coming with Klavier moaning into your mouth; with Klavier’s thick cock filling you out, stretching you wide; with Klavier gripping your dick in one hand and stroking your forehead and cheeks and lips with the other; with Klavier collapsing against you, burying his face against the junction of your neck and shoulder, cursing in German, coming as well with a sob of ecstasy and love that breaks your heart with its honesty.
They say you don’t know Heaven until you die…
But you must now beg to differ.
-end-
Author: Nyarlathotep
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Klavier/Apollo
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex
Warnings: Introspection, Anal Sex, WAFF/Romance, Deflowering a "Virgin"
Second Person POV 1600 words
How had it all started…?
How was this possible…?
You lived your entire teenage life assuming you were completely normal. Wet dreams through puberty, blushing fluttery crushes on pretty, fresh faced, bright eyed girls through high school, several ultimately meaningless but mutually enjoyable physical affairs with slightly older versions of those lovely flowers through college…
They were nothing like him…
Or maybe they were…
You stared at him across the courtroom and he noticed right away, used to having eyes on him, being the center of attention; used to being the prettiest one…
Like them.
They were always blond and blue eyed, golden skinned and thin thin thin…
Taller than you…
Like him.
You bit your lip when he smiled at you, felt something stir in your belly when he leaned in close to speak with you… He smelled like violets and carnations and his eyes were as deep as the sky…
This shouldn’t be happening…
When had it become so unbearable? The daydreams, the wandering thoughts and hands… that was normal, natural… you’re only twenty two… They moved on their own when you lost focus while working late, alone at the Anything Agency… following your imagination over tanned curves and through platinum waves; blue and bronze and blond, lean and tall, tight and hard and moaning your name…
Forehead…
Impossible… Ridiculous… That wasn’t right…
But you couldn’t deny the truth…
…Because then your hand was slick and sticky and your face was flushed and his name still echoed in the empty office, his imaginary touch still fresh on your mind.
Klavier
And then you knew what had to be done. You knew you needed to at least give it a try.
You never know until you try right?
You can’t get what you want unless you ask for it and you can’t ask for something unless you know what you want…
You thought you knew what that thing was when you asked and when he responded with much more enthusiasm than you’d expected you were genuinely pleased, convinced that it would somehow be no different than it had ever been with girls…
But you failed to take into account something really obvious…
Now you have no idea. The mechanics seem all wrong. The what and where and how of sex that used to be so cut and dry, back when you thought you were straight, it’s all ambiguous now… two tab As and no slot B… well…
You knew how it worked but still… weird… unusual… and a bit frightening.
However, you’ve graduated well beyond kissing now. Observed how your mouth fit together with his just as well as it had with any girl, how your bodies aligned and how it was equally satisfying to grope and fondle Klavier’s hard pectorals as it had been to squeeze a pair of breasts… Relished how the prosecutor’s voice pitched high and sweet when you stroked him, taking him nervously into your hand in the same manner that you liked to touch yourself.
And when he sucked you off, (without having to be urged to do so, incidentally) you lost yourself down his hot throat more eagerly and more swiftly than you ever had with any pair of plush feminine lips wrapped around you…
…and without the annoying lipstick smudges… without the “discreet” spitting into a tissue…
Oh God, you’ve always wanted this…
Haven’t you?
A beautiful… man…?
Was this why it never worked out with any of them? Sure they’d gotten you hard… gotten you off… even gotten you to give them a reluctant “promise” once or twice but… but...
They were all the same.
And Klavier is very different.
They lay back and let you in… Tab A. Slot B.
But you’re the one on your back this time…
“You are shaking, Forehe-”
“I’m fine!”
“Apollo… if you are not comfortable with this… I will not force you.” He’s pulling away, the single finger he’d managed to work inside you just past the second knuckle sliding out slowly. It feels strange and also familiar. Things were supposed to slide out of there, not in… right?
But you’re open-minded, aren’t you? You know you’re attracted to him. It’s difficult to deny that he turns you on, your dick still hard and throbbing where it rests against your belly, despite your fear and discomfort. It’s just the newness… the strangeness… the fact that you’re a virgin again this way around…
And you’re blushing like one…
“N-no… no it’s ok… I want to do this… I- I’m just not used to feeling like this about… Uh… about guys…”
“Ach! Guys, plural Forehead? Is there competition for me to deal with?!”
Is he seriously joking around at a time like this? That grin is so damn contagious… and he’s chuckling now and so are you, relaxing more easily.
This was normal. This was natural. People in love made love… How did their gender matter?
“There’s no one else, Klavier. I want you.”
Frowning slightly, but apparently convinced you’re being honest, you feel his fingertip nudge back against you, slick and warm, gently circling your anus. It builds a little charge of pleasure up in the special nerves there, makes your cock flex and twitch. It makes you wonder why you never thought to touch yourself there…
“Then trust me and relax, ja?”
“Ja…” You breathe the word out as that finger slips back in, pressing further than before; going deeper than you thought possible, You swear you can feel him just behind your bellybutton, tickling your insides in a way that makes you squirm and emit short puffs of breath and little “ahs” in a voice you barely recognize. He warms more lubricant in his other hand and slicks up your aching dick, closing his thumb and forefinger snugly around you and stroking from the base to just below the head, in precise tandem with his other hand as it thrusts back inside, this time with two fingers that press gently up toward your belly as well as in, touching something… pressing and kneading and stroking something that-
That…
'Oh… Oh God… OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod……………' It was like the fucking best orgasm you’d ever had with a girl…
…except you haven’t come… that feeling was only the beginning…
“You are ready for me ja, Apollo?”
You can’t speak… You can barely nod.
It almost hurts when his fingers leave you to assist in rolling on a condom. Your pelvis rolls wantonly and oddly enough you can feel your stretched hole fluttering, loose and slick and desperate for something to contract around, something to squeeze. You can still feel that thing he touched inside you, throbbing dully and sending out little electric jolts of pleasure that make your limbs twitch; that make your groin and abdominals clench.
And suddenly he’s against you, blunt and warm and as slick as you are, pushing into you a little more easily than you would have imagined, gliding smoothly over sparking nerves in your anus to insistently part the sphincter muscles, loosened but still very strong and snug. You can’t stop your knees from rising, your thighs from tensing to grip his sides; can’t stop your fingernails from raking furrows in his back.
Not that he seems to mind in the slightest, growling and driving his hips forward to finally seat himself fully inside.
Your body feels electrified, all your muscles locking up at once as the hard currents of Klavier course through you and his lean strong body is bound up just as tight as yours, vibrating from the effort of holding still. It doesn’t help that he’s doing something very deliberate with his penis, contracting his groin muscles to make it flex inside you, massaging that brain melting spot until you scream; until you’re writhing beneath him; until your hips are surging on their own, well out of your conscious control; until you’re fucking yourself on his cock…
Some virgin you turned out to be…
And if it was achingly pleasant before, it’s absolutely mind shattering when Klavier begins moving, slow and sweet and sensual, your bodies touching everywhere at once. He’s hovering over you, stroking your neck and shoulders and face as his hips drive forward and roll back in a fluid ellipse. His fingers trail down your chest and shivering abdomen and wrap around your hard, weeping cock, jerking you in counter-rhythm to his thrusts and you’re matching him move for move, unable to recall another time when your body felt this fucking good; this charged with lust; this out of control.
Unable to recall another time when you felt this connected to another person.
This is what it’s supposed to be like isn’t it? When it’s perfect?
When it’s right?
You only become aware of how loudly you’re screaming because Klavier seals his lips over yours to shut you up and the silence is suddenly deafening. You’re only aware of the strength with which you’re gripping the sheets at your sides because they rip.
But you’re acutely aware that you’re coming harder than you ever have in your life. Coming with Klavier moaning into your mouth; with Klavier’s thick cock filling you out, stretching you wide; with Klavier gripping your dick in one hand and stroking your forehead and cheeks and lips with the other; with Klavier collapsing against you, burying his face against the junction of your neck and shoulder, cursing in German, coming as well with a sob of ecstasy and love that breaks your heart with its honesty.
They say you don’t know Heaven until you die…
But you must now beg to differ.
-end-