fic: Use Me, I'm Beautiful
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bonnefoisTitle: Use Me, I'm Beautiful
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Apollo/Klavier
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1064
Author's note:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fic_promptly: Author's choice, Some Like It Hot. Joss wanted this one. Title is from a Garbage song. (Which is fitting, as that band's name sums up what Apollo thinks of The Gavinner's music :D)
Apollo's eyes were closed. He jutted his hips at a steady pace, his legs wrapped tight around Klavier's hips. He was setting the pace, even as he was slowly fucked, and they both knew it. Occasionally through the gasps, the groans, the guttural moans, he would speak up with a command.
"Like that," he said again. Klavier obeyed, keeping the steady pace. It wasn't a quick fuck in a closet, an empty room or abandoned hallway. They actually had more than a few minutes to themselves, and Apollo was determined to have Klavier's cock inside him as long as was humanly possible.
Klavier let out a breathy sigh as he kept up this controlled pace. Apollo's arms were looped about his shoulders, scraping into his precious tanned skin every time he plunged in and put pressure against his prostate.
They didn't talk. In fact, fucking was the one time he got Klavier to shut up about his forehead and his defense strategies. It wasn't tender, but it was nice and slow. Apollo groaned and shifted to fit to Klavier better.
Like this he could really feel Klavier in the ways that got lost in the jumble of passion and heat their quick fucks had been. Every vein, every breath, every beat.
Klavier may have been the one penetrating, but Apollo was calling the shots on everything, and it felt amazing. Taking it or not, Klavier might as well have been his little bitch. He said when, how, where, how fast, how long...and he'd never found an aphrodisiac like control.
Klavier's hair was brushing against him as Klavier thrust in. It tickled his skin, sensual and soft.
"Herr...." he groaned.
"Don't talk," Apollo said. Commanded. Klavier fell silent and Apollo felt like he could come just on that feeling.
Klavier, thankfully, wasn't afraid of control. Apollo had a particularly bad experience where the girl he'd been ordering about in during sex burst into tears, but all Klavier did was smirk. Apollo though of telling him to wipe the smirk off his face, but he wasn't sure that Klavier could actually exist without being somehow smirky. Besides, it wasn't that sort of game and his control wasn't quite that far.
But Apollo didn't mind. It was a nice, balanced control.
"Harder, but don't pick up the pace too much," Apollo commanded. Klavier grunted and began to thrust into him.
It was so raw, so primeval. Klavier might as well have been his flesh and blood fucking machine, or a slave boy bought simply for his pleasures in some far off time. Klavier's body was his for the taking, and use him he would.
Klavier leaned in to nip at his neck, leaving marks between his labored breaths. Apollo allowed it, touching the back of Klavier's head and feeling the silky softness of his blond hair. Without the condom, he could feel the veins in Klavier's cock, and feel the heat more intensely than before.
Apollo clenched tight around Klavier, holding the reins a little tighter. Klavier let out a groan, his composure slipping. That ever-present smirk was changing into the way Klavier looked when Apollo had the truth well on his way, and Klavier knew his case was lost. It would only be a second of sweet victory of Klavier as he began to unravel a bit, sweating and losing his cocksure smile, but it was well worth it.
"Don't come yet," Apollo ordered, with a smirk of his own. He kept his gaze with Klavier, watching him, daring him.
Klavier looked like he might say something, but Apollo stopped him. "Don't talk, remember?" he said.
He was mocked in the courtroom, ignored, but here in the bedroom with Klavier he felt confident and sure of himself. He'd never felt a rush like this, to think that Klavier Gavin, rockstar and prosecutor could be his obedient little bitch...it made him so hard, like he could fuck and be fucked all night.
Finally, he grunted and tugged on Klavier's hair. Klavier's expression was glassy with pleasure. Apollo held his grip for a while, loosening until he let go of Klavier's hair entirely, though he knew the sting would still be there.
Then, it was only one word: Harder.
Klavier increased the pace, and plowed into him, hard enough that he'd be limping the next day in court.
The bed creaked beneath him, sounding like it might give at any minute. His cries got louder with every thrust, spurring Klavier to if not take control, then follow the lead of whatever was arousing Apollo the most. Pleasure was building up in him, so intense that he raked his nails down Klavier's perfect back, leaving marks he'd be feeling in the morning.
And then he was pinned down, with Klavier losing his own composure and putting his whole weight on Apollo. The pressure was harder, tighter and just perfect. He might not like Klavier's music, or his style, but he had to admit that Klavier could give him the best orgasms of his life, until he was screaming and clinging tight, the bed creaking like it really might break beneath them this time.
He caught a whiff of the mixed scents together, from sweat to musk, and some expensive cologne of Klavier's. As they each laid on their separate sides, neither made small talk. Cases were off limits, he didn't give a damn about the music industry, and Klavier had better things to listen to the foibles of Mr. Wright and Trucy.
They talked better with their bodies, anyways.
Neither smoked, and neither was one for lingering. Somehow, sweetness and romance just didn't suit them.
"So, same time next week?" Apollo asked as he pulled on his pants, not even bothering with a shower.
"Sure," Klavier said. "I'll be looking forward to rocking your world."
And sure it was cheesy, but Apollo had to smile at Klavier's over the top ways. Needless to say, these 'sessions' as Klavier put it, were the highlight of his week.
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Apollo/Klavier
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1064
Author's note:
fic_promptly: Author's choice, Some Like It Hot. Joss wanted this one. Title is from a Garbage song. (Which is fitting, as that band's name sums up what Apollo thinks of The Gavinner's music :D)Apollo's eyes were closed. He jutted his hips at a steady pace, his legs wrapped tight around Klavier's hips. He was setting the pace, even as he was slowly fucked, and they both knew it. Occasionally through the gasps, the groans, the guttural moans, he would speak up with a command.
"Like that," he said again. Klavier obeyed, keeping the steady pace. It wasn't a quick fuck in a closet, an empty room or abandoned hallway. They actually had more than a few minutes to themselves, and Apollo was determined to have Klavier's cock inside him as long as was humanly possible.
Klavier let out a breathy sigh as he kept up this controlled pace. Apollo's arms were looped about his shoulders, scraping into his precious tanned skin every time he plunged in and put pressure against his prostate.
They didn't talk. In fact, fucking was the one time he got Klavier to shut up about his forehead and his defense strategies. It wasn't tender, but it was nice and slow. Apollo groaned and shifted to fit to Klavier better.
Like this he could really feel Klavier in the ways that got lost in the jumble of passion and heat their quick fucks had been. Every vein, every breath, every beat.
Klavier may have been the one penetrating, but Apollo was calling the shots on everything, and it felt amazing. Taking it or not, Klavier might as well have been his little bitch. He said when, how, where, how fast, how long...and he'd never found an aphrodisiac like control.
Klavier's hair was brushing against him as Klavier thrust in. It tickled his skin, sensual and soft.
"Herr...." he groaned.
"Don't talk," Apollo said. Commanded. Klavier fell silent and Apollo felt like he could come just on that feeling.
Klavier, thankfully, wasn't afraid of control. Apollo had a particularly bad experience where the girl he'd been ordering about in during sex burst into tears, but all Klavier did was smirk. Apollo though of telling him to wipe the smirk off his face, but he wasn't sure that Klavier could actually exist without being somehow smirky. Besides, it wasn't that sort of game and his control wasn't quite that far.
But Apollo didn't mind. It was a nice, balanced control.
"Harder, but don't pick up the pace too much," Apollo commanded. Klavier grunted and began to thrust into him.
It was so raw, so primeval. Klavier might as well have been his flesh and blood fucking machine, or a slave boy bought simply for his pleasures in some far off time. Klavier's body was his for the taking, and use him he would.
Klavier leaned in to nip at his neck, leaving marks between his labored breaths. Apollo allowed it, touching the back of Klavier's head and feeling the silky softness of his blond hair. Without the condom, he could feel the veins in Klavier's cock, and feel the heat more intensely than before.
Apollo clenched tight around Klavier, holding the reins a little tighter. Klavier let out a groan, his composure slipping. That ever-present smirk was changing into the way Klavier looked when Apollo had the truth well on his way, and Klavier knew his case was lost. It would only be a second of sweet victory of Klavier as he began to unravel a bit, sweating and losing his cocksure smile, but it was well worth it.
"Don't come yet," Apollo ordered, with a smirk of his own. He kept his gaze with Klavier, watching him, daring him.
Klavier looked like he might say something, but Apollo stopped him. "Don't talk, remember?" he said.
He was mocked in the courtroom, ignored, but here in the bedroom with Klavier he felt confident and sure of himself. He'd never felt a rush like this, to think that Klavier Gavin, rockstar and prosecutor could be his obedient little bitch...it made him so hard, like he could fuck and be fucked all night.
Finally, he grunted and tugged on Klavier's hair. Klavier's expression was glassy with pleasure. Apollo held his grip for a while, loosening until he let go of Klavier's hair entirely, though he knew the sting would still be there.
Then, it was only one word: Harder.
Klavier increased the pace, and plowed into him, hard enough that he'd be limping the next day in court.
The bed creaked beneath him, sounding like it might give at any minute. His cries got louder with every thrust, spurring Klavier to if not take control, then follow the lead of whatever was arousing Apollo the most. Pleasure was building up in him, so intense that he raked his nails down Klavier's perfect back, leaving marks he'd be feeling in the morning.
And then he was pinned down, with Klavier losing his own composure and putting his whole weight on Apollo. The pressure was harder, tighter and just perfect. He might not like Klavier's music, or his style, but he had to admit that Klavier could give him the best orgasms of his life, until he was screaming and clinging tight, the bed creaking like it really might break beneath them this time.
He caught a whiff of the mixed scents together, from sweat to musk, and some expensive cologne of Klavier's. As they each laid on their separate sides, neither made small talk. Cases were off limits, he didn't give a damn about the music industry, and Klavier had better things to listen to the foibles of Mr. Wright and Trucy.
They talked better with their bodies, anyways.
Neither smoked, and neither was one for lingering. Somehow, sweetness and romance just didn't suit them.
"So, same time next week?" Apollo asked as he pulled on his pants, not even bothering with a shower.
"Sure," Klavier said. "I'll be looking forward to rocking your world."
And sure it was cheesy, but Apollo had to smile at Klavier's over the top ways. Needless to say, these 'sessions' as Klavier put it, were the highlight of his week.
