fic: Stress Relief
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Title: Stress Relief
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/Pairing: Klavier/Apollo
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1609
Author's Note: kink meme: Apollo riding Klavier. Yup. I'm pretty sure this is Joss's fault (like everything), any and all comma errors that I missed are my own fault, though. Sorry about that.
Apollo was soaked to the bone. His white shirt was near transparent under his red vest, and his trademark hair spikes drooped down, stuck fast to his face. He also, Klavier thought with amusement, looked as if he was ready to punch a bitch. It was a nice sight, Klavier had to admit. He was quite well built, even for his tiny frame. Apparently good things did come in small packages.
"Get a condom out now," Apollo said. "Because I'm riding you."
"What, no foreplay?" Klavier asked in mock horror.
Apollo just glared at him as he kicked off his shoes. Really, Klavier hadn't ever seen him this mad. He found it quite amusing...and alluring. He knew just how passionate Apollo could get when he was decently angry, and when he was raging? Oh, Klavier would barely be able to walk the next day.
"Hmm....let me guess. You got the Judge's brother," Klavier said.
Apollo groaned as he began to undo his shirt. "He kept interrupting the cross-examination to talk about his playoff beard, and kept getting ready to make rulings before the evidence was entirely shown."
Klavier chuckled. "But that can't be all...you're still too angry. Hmm, you must've gotten Payne as a prosecutor, because I took the day off."
Apollo kicked one shoe off in a rage and it flew across the room.
"I'll take that as a yes. But that's not all...problematic witnesses, I presume?"
"There was a clown who kept telling bad jokes, that one detective who works with Edgeworth and a Mime. A Mime. He kept trying to get out of an invisible box!"
"Sounds like quite a day," Klavier said.
Apollo was down to his pants alone now. He padded over the floor, and gave Klavier an annoyed look.
"Fuck. Me. Now," he said. He reached up for Klavier's purple lapel and forcibly pulled him down for a kiss. Apollo bit down on Klavier's lower lip hard, and Klavier tasted blood. He heard a sickening rip as yet another of his expensive shirts were ruined by Herr Horny's eagerness.
He'd have complained, but Apollo didn't exactly look like he'd put up with teasing today, and frankly, he was too hot to care that much at the moment. Obviously he'd have to take to wearing tacky, cheap clothes around Apollo–not that he'd notice. Apollo scraped his nails down Klavier's chest, leaving angry red marks, which made him glad that he wasn't doing any shirtless photoshoots this month, as these weren't simple hickeys which makeup could cover. All the while he was kissing and biting Klavier's lips, grazing his teeth down Klavier's neck.
Apollo broke free from the kiss and pushed him quite hard–though not enough to topple him–towards the bed. He didn't even bother to peel off Klavier's pants, just opened then enough to free his cock, which was already erect. He ripped open the foil with his teeth. He quickly took Klavier in his mouth, moaning and rubbing his own erection against Klavier's thigh in the tangle they'd come to be. He reluctantly released him after a faint squeeze at the base.
"My, that's the quickest blowjob I had," Klavier
"It's not a blowjob," Apollo said tetchily, "It's just preparation."
Perhaps a reference to their first time, where they'd something of a condom failure with the first one breaking before he even got it in, and the second accidentally having a rubber band effect and hit him right in the massive forehead.
Thankfully, Klavier always bought plenty of condoms.
This time, it went much more smoothly, and he rolled the condom down Klavier's cock without a hitch. Just as promised, he climbed up and dropped his hips. His nails dug into Klavier as their bodies adjusted to each other. Klavier let out a shaky breath, as Apollo began to rock his hips. It was quick, with no gradual incline. It was a good thing that Klavier had a good sense of control in these matters, otherwise he'd have to face Apollo every day with the fact that he'd gotten so turned on by his short, fiery opponent that he'd come early.
Klavier held him steady, and Apollo worked at his own erection as he rocked his hips, setting right into a perfect rhythm. And Klavier was all about rhythm. He was greedy for Klavier's cock, taking up as much as he could, and then moaning in the most obscene ways Klavier had ever heard.
"You should thank me," Klavier said, though it was more shaky than intended. He held tight to Apollo's hips as he rode him harder than anyone had ever ridden him before.
Even this wasn't a victory. Apollo smirked and gripped to Klavier's shoulders. He rocked increasing hard, making Klavier blank in the sheer intensity of the feeling, and have to fight for composure.
"Thank you," Apollo said, but there was an arch, even mocking aspect to it. It only made it hotter.
If only you were this confident in the courtroom, Klavier thought.. He'd taken Apollo to bed expecting a virgin he'd have to teach and instead got a wild boy who left bite marks on him which lasted for days and demanded he go harder at every turn.
But if Apollo was like this in the courtroom, they'd never be able to focus on the trial, or anything but each other. It was hard enough to focus as it was, and he valued the truth more than some record. So he was glad for this little hidden aspect, of knowing that under it all was a passionate individual, one who left marks on him that lasted for days and reminded him of just how wild their nights together could get.
Apollo panted, his eyes already taking on a glassy sheen.
"Had enough? You should thank me," Klavier said, feeling rather pleased with himself.
"—Never," Apollo said, too loud as always. Klavier didn't know if he meant he'd never get enough, or he'd never really thank him without a mocking edge. But Apollo wasn't exactly going to elaborate, as he'd broken off into one of the loudest moans he'd ever heard.
Klavier couldn't even make a you yowl like a cat, Herr Forehead comment, given his own incoherence. Apollo was clenching around him, and everything was warm and intense. He didn't linger, or offer sweet nothings. When he was done, Apollo climbed right off and didn't bother himself with resting close.
Perhaps the cat similes were more apt than even he'd realized.
After a few moments of simply resting, Apollo sat up, and began to search under his large, modern metal bedframe. Considering that he didn't know about the toy collection hidden in those discreet drawers, Klavier assumed Apollo was looking for his shoes.
"Aren't you going to stay a while?" Klavier asked.
"I've got some papers to file for the next case," Apollo said.
"So?" Klavier said. "I'll help you file them in the morning."
"What, and have the whole court say we're in bed together?" Apollo said.
Klavier couldn't help but chuckle. He wrapped his arms about Apollo, and kissed his neck. "That metaphor might be better done when I'm not still wearing a condom, and with you naked in my bed, ja?"
Apollo groaned, more in annoyance than pleasure, but a lick down his jawline changed that.
"You wouldn't want to go right back into wet clothes, would you?" Klavier said. "If you stay the night, you'll be even more relaxed. After we rest a bit, there could be an encore, perhaps I could introduce you to my Jacuzzi."
"I didn't bring my swim trunks," Apollo said.
"There's no need for swim trunks," Klavier said. "I certainly won't be wearing any..."
He felt Apollo's muscles tense, then his face changed into a grimace.
"...Fine," Apollo said. "But tomorrow, as soon as we're in court, you're my enemy again."
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Herr Forehead," Klavier said.
He pulled him back into bed. Klavier's hair was disheveled, all out of his trademark hairdo and messily trailing over the bed. In a rare, intimate moment, Apollo ran his fingers through Klavier's hair.
Klavier propped himself up on one elbow. "Feeling better?"
"My ass is freezing, but after a shower I should be better," Apollo said.
"Really? I'd think you'd have warmed right up," Klavier said. "Considering how busy it was."
Apollo got up, and this time Klavier didn't contest him. He rubbed at his cheek, turning awkward. "So, I'm going to shower."
"It's the door on the left," Klavier murmured absently.
"I know!" Apollo called back.
Klavier didn't offer to join him this time. There were wet clothes all over his wood floors, and he'd have to get the thousand count sheets on his bed changed before Apollo came back, as they were rather sodden and dirty.
He hummed a song from his last album as he got up, thinking that he'd never quite met anyone like Apollo, so full of contrasts and thorns. He had a feeling his life would never quite be the same.
Klavier chuckled to himself. Who'd have thought an eternally single, unintentional heartbreaker and ladykiller like him would be the sentimental one in this relationship?
Certainly not him.
Title: Stress Relief
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/Pairing: Klavier/Apollo
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1609
Author's Note: kink meme: Apollo riding Klavier. Yup. I'm pretty sure this is Joss's fault (like everything), any and all comma errors that I missed are my own fault, though. Sorry about that.
Apollo was soaked to the bone. His white shirt was near transparent under his red vest, and his trademark hair spikes drooped down, stuck fast to his face. He also, Klavier thought with amusement, looked as if he was ready to punch a bitch. It was a nice sight, Klavier had to admit. He was quite well built, even for his tiny frame. Apparently good things did come in small packages.
"Get a condom out now," Apollo said. "Because I'm riding you."
"What, no foreplay?" Klavier asked in mock horror.
Apollo just glared at him as he kicked off his shoes. Really, Klavier hadn't ever seen him this mad. He found it quite amusing...and alluring. He knew just how passionate Apollo could get when he was decently angry, and when he was raging? Oh, Klavier would barely be able to walk the next day.
"Hmm....let me guess. You got the Judge's brother," Klavier said.
Apollo groaned as he began to undo his shirt. "He kept interrupting the cross-examination to talk about his playoff beard, and kept getting ready to make rulings before the evidence was entirely shown."
Klavier chuckled. "But that can't be all...you're still too angry. Hmm, you must've gotten Payne as a prosecutor, because I took the day off."
Apollo kicked one shoe off in a rage and it flew across the room.
"I'll take that as a yes. But that's not all...problematic witnesses, I presume?"
"There was a clown who kept telling bad jokes, that one detective who works with Edgeworth and a Mime. A Mime. He kept trying to get out of an invisible box!"
"Sounds like quite a day," Klavier said.
Apollo was down to his pants alone now. He padded over the floor, and gave Klavier an annoyed look.
"Fuck. Me. Now," he said. He reached up for Klavier's purple lapel and forcibly pulled him down for a kiss. Apollo bit down on Klavier's lower lip hard, and Klavier tasted blood. He heard a sickening rip as yet another of his expensive shirts were ruined by Herr Horny's eagerness.
He'd have complained, but Apollo didn't exactly look like he'd put up with teasing today, and frankly, he was too hot to care that much at the moment. Obviously he'd have to take to wearing tacky, cheap clothes around Apollo–not that he'd notice. Apollo scraped his nails down Klavier's chest, leaving angry red marks, which made him glad that he wasn't doing any shirtless photoshoots this month, as these weren't simple hickeys which makeup could cover. All the while he was kissing and biting Klavier's lips, grazing his teeth down Klavier's neck.
Apollo broke free from the kiss and pushed him quite hard–though not enough to topple him–towards the bed. He didn't even bother to peel off Klavier's pants, just opened then enough to free his cock, which was already erect. He ripped open the foil with his teeth. He quickly took Klavier in his mouth, moaning and rubbing his own erection against Klavier's thigh in the tangle they'd come to be. He reluctantly released him after a faint squeeze at the base.
"My, that's the quickest blowjob I had," Klavier
"It's not a blowjob," Apollo said tetchily, "It's just preparation."
Perhaps a reference to their first time, where they'd something of a condom failure with the first one breaking before he even got it in, and the second accidentally having a rubber band effect and hit him right in the massive forehead.
Thankfully, Klavier always bought plenty of condoms.
This time, it went much more smoothly, and he rolled the condom down Klavier's cock without a hitch. Just as promised, he climbed up and dropped his hips. His nails dug into Klavier as their bodies adjusted to each other. Klavier let out a shaky breath, as Apollo began to rock his hips. It was quick, with no gradual incline. It was a good thing that Klavier had a good sense of control in these matters, otherwise he'd have to face Apollo every day with the fact that he'd gotten so turned on by his short, fiery opponent that he'd come early.
Klavier held him steady, and Apollo worked at his own erection as he rocked his hips, setting right into a perfect rhythm. And Klavier was all about rhythm. He was greedy for Klavier's cock, taking up as much as he could, and then moaning in the most obscene ways Klavier had ever heard.
"You should thank me," Klavier said, though it was more shaky than intended. He held tight to Apollo's hips as he rode him harder than anyone had ever ridden him before.
Even this wasn't a victory. Apollo smirked and gripped to Klavier's shoulders. He rocked increasing hard, making Klavier blank in the sheer intensity of the feeling, and have to fight for composure.
"Thank you," Apollo said, but there was an arch, even mocking aspect to it. It only made it hotter.
If only you were this confident in the courtroom, Klavier thought.. He'd taken Apollo to bed expecting a virgin he'd have to teach and instead got a wild boy who left bite marks on him which lasted for days and demanded he go harder at every turn.
But if Apollo was like this in the courtroom, they'd never be able to focus on the trial, or anything but each other. It was hard enough to focus as it was, and he valued the truth more than some record. So he was glad for this little hidden aspect, of knowing that under it all was a passionate individual, one who left marks on him that lasted for days and reminded him of just how wild their nights together could get.
Apollo panted, his eyes already taking on a glassy sheen.
"Had enough? You should thank me," Klavier said, feeling rather pleased with himself.
"—Never," Apollo said, too loud as always. Klavier didn't know if he meant he'd never get enough, or he'd never really thank him without a mocking edge. But Apollo wasn't exactly going to elaborate, as he'd broken off into one of the loudest moans he'd ever heard.
Klavier couldn't even make a you yowl like a cat, Herr Forehead comment, given his own incoherence. Apollo was clenching around him, and everything was warm and intense. He didn't linger, or offer sweet nothings. When he was done, Apollo climbed right off and didn't bother himself with resting close.
Perhaps the cat similes were more apt than even he'd realized.
After a few moments of simply resting, Apollo sat up, and began to search under his large, modern metal bedframe. Considering that he didn't know about the toy collection hidden in those discreet drawers, Klavier assumed Apollo was looking for his shoes.
"Aren't you going to stay a while?" Klavier asked.
"I've got some papers to file for the next case," Apollo said.
"So?" Klavier said. "I'll help you file them in the morning."
"What, and have the whole court say we're in bed together?" Apollo said.
Klavier couldn't help but chuckle. He wrapped his arms about Apollo, and kissed his neck. "That metaphor might be better done when I'm not still wearing a condom, and with you naked in my bed, ja?"
Apollo groaned, more in annoyance than pleasure, but a lick down his jawline changed that.
"You wouldn't want to go right back into wet clothes, would you?" Klavier said. "If you stay the night, you'll be even more relaxed. After we rest a bit, there could be an encore, perhaps I could introduce you to my Jacuzzi."
"I didn't bring my swim trunks," Apollo said.
"There's no need for swim trunks," Klavier said. "I certainly won't be wearing any..."
He felt Apollo's muscles tense, then his face changed into a grimace.
"...Fine," Apollo said. "But tomorrow, as soon as we're in court, you're my enemy again."
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Herr Forehead," Klavier said.
He pulled him back into bed. Klavier's hair was disheveled, all out of his trademark hairdo and messily trailing over the bed. In a rare, intimate moment, Apollo ran his fingers through Klavier's hair.
Klavier propped himself up on one elbow. "Feeling better?"
"My ass is freezing, but after a shower I should be better," Apollo said.
"Really? I'd think you'd have warmed right up," Klavier said. "Considering how busy it was."
Apollo got up, and this time Klavier didn't contest him. He rubbed at his cheek, turning awkward. "So, I'm going to shower."
"It's the door on the left," Klavier murmured absently.
"I know!" Apollo called back.
Klavier didn't offer to join him this time. There were wet clothes all over his wood floors, and he'd have to get the thousand count sheets on his bed changed before Apollo came back, as they were rather sodden and dirty.
He hummed a song from his last album as he got up, thinking that he'd never quite met anyone like Apollo, so full of contrasts and thorns. He had a feeling his life would never quite be the same.
Klavier chuckled to himself. Who'd have thought an eternally single, unintentional heartbreaker and ladykiller like him would be the sentimental one in this relationship?
Certainly not him.
