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fic: groove slam
Title: groove slam
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Klavier/Apollo
Rating: NC-17, baby
Word Count: 1456
Author's note: kink meme fill. Done at t-con as a late fill for Joss's charity request. Apologies for any errors, I was pretty drunk when I worked on this, and then recovering from a headache that actually wasn’t related to a hangover when I finished.
*
Apollo isn't sure what he expects, candles and music and dancing, maybe. He had figured the glimmerous fop would act out all the romanticisms from the lyrics of one of The Gavinners's series. Klavier grips his hair and yanks his head back. There's a deep, sudden ache, a burn and it's glorious.
"Do you remember, Herr Forehead?"
He nods because he's not sure he can make coherent words. Klavier had sat back and carefully explained it all to him, and given him an exit if he needed. But Apollo has no plans of leaving, letting Klavier write him off as some weak little boy who can't even take a good hard fuck.
Klavier smirks, and that's the last he sees of him as he's thrust to the bed, his face into the hotel pillows. He hears a smug murmur of good as his hands are bound. There's lingering stinging at his hair, just on the edges of his senses as he's distracted by the feel of Klavier's tongue against his neck. He's lying close, one leg over his, the pressure slowly teasing him.
"We can't have you waking up the neighbors," Klavier muses. "If you get too loud, I'll have to gag you. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, Herr Forehead?"
He strokes along the line of Apollo's hip. "Because deep down, you're really just a huge slut, no?" He can just imagine Klavier's mouth forming into a smirk.
"You'll always be more of a slut than me," he says. He breaks off into a moan as he feel's Klavier's hand touching the crease of his ass, feeling him up.
"True," Klavier chuckles. "I suppose that makes us a matched pair."
He pulls down Apollo's pants roughly, and Apollo lets out a hiss at the first contact of flesh. The slap resounds, an echo through the room. This new pain joins the stinging in his scalp.
"You make things very troublesome for me, Herr Forehead," Klavier says, almost casually.
"It's what I live for," Apollo mutters sarcastically. Another slap. Apollo jerks up, a groan and a muttered motherfuck-- as his hips jerk, grinding his cock against the bed.
"Tsk, tsk. Not yet," Klavier says. He squeezes Apollo's ass, and hits his ass even harder. The moan and assorted swear words in-between are silenced when Klavier pulls him back by his hair again, and crushes their mouth together. Klavier is a biter, and he tastes blood, and Klavier's teeth. His heart races and he ignores this familiar feeling. Klavier can't win this. Can't win him.
He kisses back, not about to let Klavier win, even in this thing, almost like submission.
When Klavier breaks the kiss, he lingers, pulling Apollo's neck at a painful angle, burning at his scalp. He smiles, not just a smirk. And Apollo can always imagine a situation not in a motel, somewhere blushing like they have something romantic between them. But he bites it back, and glares instead.
"Aren't you going to fuck me already?"
"Ah, ah, ah," Klavier says. "No need to be so impatient."
Apollo hears the rustle of some sort of plastic. He thinks for the moment that it must be a condom--to which he thinks fucking finally--but instead, he finds in a few agonizing moments that it's a glove.
"You could've warmed it up at least," Apollo mutters, shuddering against the cool substance coating his fingers. He starts out with two fingers--which Apollo is glad for, because he isn't sure he could take if Klavier teased him with one gentle, romantic fingering--and Apollo gratefully rolls his hips, trying to get as much of Klavier as he can fit inside him. But Klavier pulls back, setting the the speed. Apollo fights for control, trying to force Klavier's fingers exactly where he wants them, but Klavier shies away
"I thought you said you were experienced," Apollo says, rolling his hips. He grunts, and grits his teeth. "You can't even find the prostate."
"Oh, I can find it," Klavier says. "You're so eager to reach the finish, you aren't even savoring the moment."
"All I hear is claims you aren't backing up--" He breaks off into a scream as Klavier thrusts deep into him, hitting him just right.
"Now do you believe me, Herr Forehead?" Klavier whispers. His voice is spiced honey, so delicious and he feels his cock twitch just at the sound, the timber and nearness of him. Apollo can't even form words. It's just animalesque sounds that he makes as Klavier plays him, as surely as he was a guitar. But he pulls back before Apollo can feel the sweet release of a climax. Instead, the pressure builds up in him.
"Dammit, Klavier---" Klavier thrusts in deep, and his protest fades into a long gasp.
"Now are you starting to understand?" Klavier asks. There's a detached sort of amusement in his voice, it's infuriating and making him all the more heady all the while.
He tries to struggle, force his will to Klavier, despite their agreement, but Klavier simply pulls out completely.
When he finally say the word, it's through gritted teeth, resentfully.
Please.
"Please what, Herr Justice?"
He squeezes Apollo's ass, and Apollo finds himself trying to close the distance until there's no space between them.
"Please fuck me." He says it like the comeback it isn't, with a bite to it. Klavier turns Apollo's head at a more gentle angle this time and studies him. Reflected in Klavier's expression a judgment, and one which Apollo has lived up to.
"All you had to do was ask," Klavier says, and with a laugh, kisses him all over. At his neck, his mouth, slightly gentler this time, but with intermittent nips, He lingers, leaving marks all over his neck, his collarbone, and everywhere else he can find. Apollo juts against him, trying to rub his ass against Klavier's cock. he can't see his tanned skin from here, but he knows that Klavier Gavin has no tan lines, and that he has sucked his cock, tasted the salt and liked it, despite everything.
For a delicious moment, Klavier loses that control he so wanted, and Apollo hears a groan, a mutter in German. He wants to say not so cocky now, are you?' but he can't continue when Klavier enters him fully. The pressure is more intense, pushing him into the bed, filling him more full than fingers ever could. Klavier thrusts into him, hitting just right on his prostate. His body rubs against the bed, filling him with sensations, warm and tingly. Klavier's body is against him, on top of him, his tanned skin rubbing against his own bare skin. His shirt is pushed up, curled into a knot pressing into his ribcage, another in the mix of pain and pleasure.
Finally, Klavier is living up to his stupid, made of sex rockstar image and oh.
"Harder," he says between gritted teeth. "Harder!"
And finally, Klavier stops with the teasing and gives him exactly what he wants. A few quick thrusts and he's screaming, incoherent begging, his hips rolling to Klavier's own beat, and both of them fitting together so well. Despite his bonds, he grips at the sheets for more control and bucks his hips. When he comes, it's with a scream that resounds through the room, through his body, and with it is a sweet, sweet release.
"You're heavy, gettoff."
Klavier chuckles, and shifts off. Klavier still keeps his hand on Apollo's back, a light pressure, a warmth. He feels the bed shift. and Klavier step away.
"Don't just leave me here---"
"Patience, Herr Justice," Klavier says. He steps away, humming one of those ridiculous Gavinners songs, or maybe something else, Apollo can't tell. When he returns, it's with a wet cloth. He undoes the bindings, and Apollo rubs at his wrist. The skin has chafed a little, but probably only because he pulled at them and fought Klavier through every moment of the submission.
The cloth is warm, damp and soft. He lets out a sigh as Klavier turns him over and sponges off his stomach. By contrast to their fucking, this is gentle, even tender. Klavier meets his gaze, his hand still on Apollo's stomach.
"So, Herr Justice. Same time next week?"
"I'll check my schedule," Apollo says. But they both know it's a yes.
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Klavier/Apollo
Rating: NC-17, baby
Word Count: 1456
Author's note: kink meme fill. Done at t-con as a late fill for Joss's charity request. Apologies for any errors, I was pretty drunk when I worked on this, and then recovering from a headache that actually wasn’t related to a hangover when I finished.
*
Apollo isn't sure what he expects, candles and music and dancing, maybe. He had figured the glimmerous fop would act out all the romanticisms from the lyrics of one of The Gavinners's series. Klavier grips his hair and yanks his head back. There's a deep, sudden ache, a burn and it's glorious.
"Do you remember, Herr Forehead?"
He nods because he's not sure he can make coherent words. Klavier had sat back and carefully explained it all to him, and given him an exit if he needed. But Apollo has no plans of leaving, letting Klavier write him off as some weak little boy who can't even take a good hard fuck.
Klavier smirks, and that's the last he sees of him as he's thrust to the bed, his face into the hotel pillows. He hears a smug murmur of good as his hands are bound. There's lingering stinging at his hair, just on the edges of his senses as he's distracted by the feel of Klavier's tongue against his neck. He's lying close, one leg over his, the pressure slowly teasing him.
"We can't have you waking up the neighbors," Klavier muses. "If you get too loud, I'll have to gag you. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, Herr Forehead?"
He strokes along the line of Apollo's hip. "Because deep down, you're really just a huge slut, no?" He can just imagine Klavier's mouth forming into a smirk.
"You'll always be more of a slut than me," he says. He breaks off into a moan as he feel's Klavier's hand touching the crease of his ass, feeling him up.
"True," Klavier chuckles. "I suppose that makes us a matched pair."
He pulls down Apollo's pants roughly, and Apollo lets out a hiss at the first contact of flesh. The slap resounds, an echo through the room. This new pain joins the stinging in his scalp.
"You make things very troublesome for me, Herr Forehead," Klavier says, almost casually.
"It's what I live for," Apollo mutters sarcastically. Another slap. Apollo jerks up, a groan and a muttered motherfuck-- as his hips jerk, grinding his cock against the bed.
"Tsk, tsk. Not yet," Klavier says. He squeezes Apollo's ass, and hits his ass even harder. The moan and assorted swear words in-between are silenced when Klavier pulls him back by his hair again, and crushes their mouth together. Klavier is a biter, and he tastes blood, and Klavier's teeth. His heart races and he ignores this familiar feeling. Klavier can't win this. Can't win him.
He kisses back, not about to let Klavier win, even in this thing, almost like submission.
When Klavier breaks the kiss, he lingers, pulling Apollo's neck at a painful angle, burning at his scalp. He smiles, not just a smirk. And Apollo can always imagine a situation not in a motel, somewhere blushing like they have something romantic between them. But he bites it back, and glares instead.
"Aren't you going to fuck me already?"
"Ah, ah, ah," Klavier says. "No need to be so impatient."
Apollo hears the rustle of some sort of plastic. He thinks for the moment that it must be a condom--to which he thinks fucking finally--but instead, he finds in a few agonizing moments that it's a glove.
"You could've warmed it up at least," Apollo mutters, shuddering against the cool substance coating his fingers. He starts out with two fingers--which Apollo is glad for, because he isn't sure he could take if Klavier teased him with one gentle, romantic fingering--and Apollo gratefully rolls his hips, trying to get as much of Klavier as he can fit inside him. But Klavier pulls back, setting the the speed. Apollo fights for control, trying to force Klavier's fingers exactly where he wants them, but Klavier shies away
"I thought you said you were experienced," Apollo says, rolling his hips. He grunts, and grits his teeth. "You can't even find the prostate."
"Oh, I can find it," Klavier says. "You're so eager to reach the finish, you aren't even savoring the moment."
"All I hear is claims you aren't backing up--" He breaks off into a scream as Klavier thrusts deep into him, hitting him just right.
"Now do you believe me, Herr Forehead?" Klavier whispers. His voice is spiced honey, so delicious and he feels his cock twitch just at the sound, the timber and nearness of him. Apollo can't even form words. It's just animalesque sounds that he makes as Klavier plays him, as surely as he was a guitar. But he pulls back before Apollo can feel the sweet release of a climax. Instead, the pressure builds up in him.
"Dammit, Klavier---" Klavier thrusts in deep, and his protest fades into a long gasp.
"Now are you starting to understand?" Klavier asks. There's a detached sort of amusement in his voice, it's infuriating and making him all the more heady all the while.
He tries to struggle, force his will to Klavier, despite their agreement, but Klavier simply pulls out completely.
When he finally say the word, it's through gritted teeth, resentfully.
Please.
"Please what, Herr Justice?"
He squeezes Apollo's ass, and Apollo finds himself trying to close the distance until there's no space between them.
"Please fuck me." He says it like the comeback it isn't, with a bite to it. Klavier turns Apollo's head at a more gentle angle this time and studies him. Reflected in Klavier's expression a judgment, and one which Apollo has lived up to.
"All you had to do was ask," Klavier says, and with a laugh, kisses him all over. At his neck, his mouth, slightly gentler this time, but with intermittent nips, He lingers, leaving marks all over his neck, his collarbone, and everywhere else he can find. Apollo juts against him, trying to rub his ass against Klavier's cock. he can't see his tanned skin from here, but he knows that Klavier Gavin has no tan lines, and that he has sucked his cock, tasted the salt and liked it, despite everything.
For a delicious moment, Klavier loses that control he so wanted, and Apollo hears a groan, a mutter in German. He wants to say not so cocky now, are you?' but he can't continue when Klavier enters him fully. The pressure is more intense, pushing him into the bed, filling him more full than fingers ever could. Klavier thrusts into him, hitting just right on his prostate. His body rubs against the bed, filling him with sensations, warm and tingly. Klavier's body is against him, on top of him, his tanned skin rubbing against his own bare skin. His shirt is pushed up, curled into a knot pressing into his ribcage, another in the mix of pain and pleasure.
Finally, Klavier is living up to his stupid, made of sex rockstar image and oh.
"Harder," he says between gritted teeth. "Harder!"
And finally, Klavier stops with the teasing and gives him exactly what he wants. A few quick thrusts and he's screaming, incoherent begging, his hips rolling to Klavier's own beat, and both of them fitting together so well. Despite his bonds, he grips at the sheets for more control and bucks his hips. When he comes, it's with a scream that resounds through the room, through his body, and with it is a sweet, sweet release.
"You're heavy, gettoff."
Klavier chuckles, and shifts off. Klavier still keeps his hand on Apollo's back, a light pressure, a warmth. He feels the bed shift. and Klavier step away.
"Don't just leave me here---"
"Patience, Herr Justice," Klavier says. He steps away, humming one of those ridiculous Gavinners songs, or maybe something else, Apollo can't tell. When he returns, it's with a wet cloth. He undoes the bindings, and Apollo rubs at his wrist. The skin has chafed a little, but probably only because he pulled at them and fought Klavier through every moment of the submission.
The cloth is warm, damp and soft. He lets out a sigh as Klavier turns him over and sponges off his stomach. By contrast to their fucking, this is gentle, even tender. Klavier meets his gaze, his hand still on Apollo's stomach.
"So, Herr Justice. Same time next week?"
"I'll check my schedule," Apollo says. But they both know it's a yes.