fic: Public Indecency
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bonnefoisTitle: Public Indecency
Series: Ace Attorney Series
Character/pairing: Apollo/someone. Saying kind of spoils the ficthough you can check the tags for spoilers
Word count: 1328
Author's note: kink meme: Apollo/anyone, Somebody teases Apollo by playing with his nipples through his shirt. Kink bingo: anonymity. Hay Joss, this one's for you. Early Winter holidays and all.
*
He was the last one in tonight, after a night of sifting through the court records in an attempt to figure out how he was going to get this week's client off. The bathroom was spotless, with dark tiles and a single sink in white. The rest was fairly standard: a few stalls, a row of urinals. Typical stuff, really. He'd just come in to wash off his face and try and go for one last check before he called it a night. He heard steps behind him, but didn't look up.
He bent down and splashed cool water on his face. Much better.
He was just about to leave when he felt hands on him. He gripped the side of the sink as the man came up behind him and now appreciatively groped his hips. The mirror was fogged over, so he couldn't see the person behind him. But he didn't push them off, or away. Whoever they were, he wanted them and this. He focused solely on the space below the mirror to avoid revealing things like what suit they were wearing. The man was solid and firm against his back, quite a bit taller than him, and lean with hard muscles. He was wearing pants tight enough that Apollo could feel the full scope of the man's erection rubbing against his ass. And a nice erection it was, he longed to have that cock full in him.
He moaned and let the man touch him as much as he wanted. He could do whatever he wanted, turn him into his cum dumpster, tie him up, anything.
Hands reached around and tweak his nipples through his shirt. He rubbed up against the man, closing his eyes as the man kissed his neck. Soft hair tickled against his neck, but he didn't open his eyes. He didn't want to see whoever was roaming their hands over him. Not yet, at least.
He pinched Apollo's nipples, spending quite a bit of time just focused there. Apollo squirmed and gasped under the stimulation of it all. All along, the man was rubbing his cock into the crease of Apollo's ass. He was full on bent over the sink now, and hoping like hell that no one else came in because fuck if that wouldn't be awkward.
And he really didn't want awkwardness or mood killers or even to find out who had decided it would be a great idea to randomly grope him. He just wanted to be fucked. Preferably right this second.
"Put it in me," Apollo commanded through gritted teeth.
The man behind him chuckled, and undid his pants. There was the first few moments of preparation: the rustling of plastic being removed, and then coldness against him.
"Dammit, warm it up, will you"?" Apollo said indignantly. The man chuckled again, but said nothing. It was their unspoken contract: the man obviously knew who Apollo was, but he didn't know from this angle and wanted to keep it that way, at least until he was so well fucked he could barely walk out of here.
The man didn't treat him gently, and Apollo was glad for that. He thrust in at a quick pace, and Apollo rocked his hips to meet each thrust of his fingers. But the man seemed about as impatient as Apollo was, and it wasn't long before he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with something much thicker. He wasn't exactly a blushing virgin, so he was used to the pain by now. He barely minded it anymore, and in fact had even turned a shade masochistic, enjoying the way he felt all stretched and filled.
He was full in Apollo in a public bathroom without so much as a 'hello' and he didn't even know his last name. Hell, he didn't even know his first name. But Apollo hardly focused on those minute details as the man thrust his cock in deep, hitting his prostate again and again. And all the time, the man touched him. He kept twisting his nipples, like he had some nipple fetish or something. Not that Apollo could say he minded, for how much it was getting him off.
Apollo wasn't good at keeping it under wraps. He let out a yowl like a cat in heat and rocked back with such force he almost shoved them back on the floor. But the man held them steady and thrust into him harder than ever. It was painful and pleasurable all at once, and it sent off another loud set of moans. It was electric, the urgency of the sex, the sheer feeling of being fucked by a stranger in public where anyone could come in.
He'd desperately needed this. Trucy and Mr. Wright had quite frankly, been cockblocking the hell out of him without even meaning to. Or maybe they really did mean to. It was hard to tell with them. Either way, they'd send him out to go get milk, or wrangle him into cases and he'd be left with just him and his hand for yet another night.
But here, this man had walked right into his life and decided he was a free fuck for the taking, and honestly, it was the hottest thing ever, so toe-tingling hot that Apollo had to steel himself from coming early just from all the stimulation of this man's roving hands, and the urgency...
The man picked up the pace and Apollo clung to the sink. The fog was starting to clear from the mirror, but Apollo forced his gaze away. He didn't want to see, it was hotter this way.
A voice broke through his thoughts. A familiar one. "Herr Justice–" the man whispered. It was jarring being pushed back from the brink–but not so jarring that he didn't come with a particularly loud yowl as the man gripped his hips tight enough to give him bruises.
The minute he could form coherent speech, he gave the guy a piece of his mind.
"Klavier," he hissed. "The point of this stupid anonymous roleplay you insisted on is to stay anonymous. And it was hot up until you went and messed it up."
Klavier chuckled. "I apologize. I must've gotten a little too into it."
"You think?" Apollo replied in irritation. He crossed his arms, and turned around to glare at Klavier.
Klavier shrugged. "Can you blame me? Poor hair choices and overly large foreheads not withstanding, you're quite something."
Apollo rolled his eyes. He was going to have to try a lot harder to get off the hook this time. Especially with a backhanded compliment like that.
"Fine. You choose the next game," Klavier said. "Will that make everything better. Or I could write you a song..."
"Ugh, I'll take the first. You choose the place, but I'm topping," Apollo said.
Klavier grinned. "I can deal with that."
He gave Apollo's ass an affectionate squeeze. "Now was it that bad?"
"I liked it better when I was screwing a hot stranger and not an egotistical prosecutor who makes really bad music," Apollo said.
Klavier just smirked and leaned in to kiss his neck once more.
Series: Ace Attorney Series
Character/pairing: Apollo/someone. Saying kind of spoils the fic
Word count: 1328
Author's note: kink meme: Apollo/anyone, Somebody teases Apollo by playing with his nipples through his shirt. Kink bingo: anonymity. Hay Joss, this one's for you. Early Winter holidays and all.
*
He was the last one in tonight, after a night of sifting through the court records in an attempt to figure out how he was going to get this week's client off. The bathroom was spotless, with dark tiles and a single sink in white. The rest was fairly standard: a few stalls, a row of urinals. Typical stuff, really. He'd just come in to wash off his face and try and go for one last check before he called it a night. He heard steps behind him, but didn't look up.
He bent down and splashed cool water on his face. Much better.
He was just about to leave when he felt hands on him. He gripped the side of the sink as the man came up behind him and now appreciatively groped his hips. The mirror was fogged over, so he couldn't see the person behind him. But he didn't push them off, or away. Whoever they were, he wanted them and this. He focused solely on the space below the mirror to avoid revealing things like what suit they were wearing. The man was solid and firm against his back, quite a bit taller than him, and lean with hard muscles. He was wearing pants tight enough that Apollo could feel the full scope of the man's erection rubbing against his ass. And a nice erection it was, he longed to have that cock full in him.
He moaned and let the man touch him as much as he wanted. He could do whatever he wanted, turn him into his cum dumpster, tie him up, anything.
Hands reached around and tweak his nipples through his shirt. He rubbed up against the man, closing his eyes as the man kissed his neck. Soft hair tickled against his neck, but he didn't open his eyes. He didn't want to see whoever was roaming their hands over him. Not yet, at least.
He pinched Apollo's nipples, spending quite a bit of time just focused there. Apollo squirmed and gasped under the stimulation of it all. All along, the man was rubbing his cock into the crease of Apollo's ass. He was full on bent over the sink now, and hoping like hell that no one else came in because fuck if that wouldn't be awkward.
And he really didn't want awkwardness or mood killers or even to find out who had decided it would be a great idea to randomly grope him. He just wanted to be fucked. Preferably right this second.
"Put it in me," Apollo commanded through gritted teeth.
The man behind him chuckled, and undid his pants. There was the first few moments of preparation: the rustling of plastic being removed, and then coldness against him.
"Dammit, warm it up, will you"?" Apollo said indignantly. The man chuckled again, but said nothing. It was their unspoken contract: the man obviously knew who Apollo was, but he didn't know from this angle and wanted to keep it that way, at least until he was so well fucked he could barely walk out of here.
The man didn't treat him gently, and Apollo was glad for that. He thrust in at a quick pace, and Apollo rocked his hips to meet each thrust of his fingers. But the man seemed about as impatient as Apollo was, and it wasn't long before he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with something much thicker. He wasn't exactly a blushing virgin, so he was used to the pain by now. He barely minded it anymore, and in fact had even turned a shade masochistic, enjoying the way he felt all stretched and filled.
He was full in Apollo in a public bathroom without so much as a 'hello' and he didn't even know his last name. Hell, he didn't even know his first name. But Apollo hardly focused on those minute details as the man thrust his cock in deep, hitting his prostate again and again. And all the time, the man touched him. He kept twisting his nipples, like he had some nipple fetish or something. Not that Apollo could say he minded, for how much it was getting him off.
Apollo wasn't good at keeping it under wraps. He let out a yowl like a cat in heat and rocked back with such force he almost shoved them back on the floor. But the man held them steady and thrust into him harder than ever. It was painful and pleasurable all at once, and it sent off another loud set of moans. It was electric, the urgency of the sex, the sheer feeling of being fucked by a stranger in public where anyone could come in.
He'd desperately needed this. Trucy and Mr. Wright had quite frankly, been cockblocking the hell out of him without even meaning to. Or maybe they really did mean to. It was hard to tell with them. Either way, they'd send him out to go get milk, or wrangle him into cases and he'd be left with just him and his hand for yet another night.
But here, this man had walked right into his life and decided he was a free fuck for the taking, and honestly, it was the hottest thing ever, so toe-tingling hot that Apollo had to steel himself from coming early just from all the stimulation of this man's roving hands, and the urgency...
The man picked up the pace and Apollo clung to the sink. The fog was starting to clear from the mirror, but Apollo forced his gaze away. He didn't want to see, it was hotter this way.
A voice broke through his thoughts. A familiar one. "Herr Justice–" the man whispered. It was jarring being pushed back from the brink–but not so jarring that he didn't come with a particularly loud yowl as the man gripped his hips tight enough to give him bruises.
The minute he could form coherent speech, he gave the guy a piece of his mind.
"Klavier," he hissed. "The point of this stupid anonymous roleplay you insisted on is to stay anonymous. And it was hot up until you went and messed it up."
Klavier chuckled. "I apologize. I must've gotten a little too into it."
"You think?" Apollo replied in irritation. He crossed his arms, and turned around to glare at Klavier.
Klavier shrugged. "Can you blame me? Poor hair choices and overly large foreheads not withstanding, you're quite something."
Apollo rolled his eyes. He was going to have to try a lot harder to get off the hook this time. Especially with a backhanded compliment like that.
"Fine. You choose the next game," Klavier said. "Will that make everything better. Or I could write you a song..."
"Ugh, I'll take the first. You choose the place, but I'm topping," Apollo said.
Klavier grinned. "I can deal with that."
He gave Apollo's ass an affectionate squeeze. "Now was it that bad?"
"I liked it better when I was screwing a hot stranger and not an egotistical prosecutor who makes really bad music," Apollo said.
Klavier just smirked and leaned in to kiss his neck once more.
