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After three light-hearted dates, Apollo decides that yes, Klavier is someone he wants to have sex with. He’s kind, charming, trustworthy – what else could you ask for in a potential partner?
Not to mention the fact that he is probably one of the hottest people that Apollo has ever dated. Actually, scratch that – he is the hottest person Apollo has dated, no contest.
So it’s after their fourth date – at a lowkey weekly bingo night at a dive bar (Klavier’s idea, somehow, what kind of self-respecting adult plans a bingo night as a date? Apollo thinks it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s heard of and he loves it.) that Apollo braces himself to ask the question. They’re both barely tipsy – not even close to drunk, but warm enough to be a lot freer with their touches. Or maybe that’s an excuse and Apollo just really likes having his hand snug around Klavier’s waist. Sue him.
As they walk up the stairs to his apartment, Apollo is hyperaware of Klavier’s hand resting on his lower back – gently, with barely any pressure, but good lord is it driving him insane. Genuinely, he can barely understand the words floating out of Klavier’s mouth as they make the trek. He just lets the sound of the rockstar’s voice wash over him step after step after –
“Ach, we’re here. Looks like we’ll have to cut our time short, Herr Forehead.” They’ve stopped in front of Apollo’s door. “I do hope you enjoyed bingo night, though.”
Apollo snorts. “Y’know, physically you’re a 25-year-old man, but mentally –”
“Ohkay, says the person who got legitimately bitter when I got a bingo before him.” Klavier smirks flirtatiously. His lip gloss reflects the dim light of the hallway, drawing attention to his mouth, and Apollo is this close to spontaneously combusting.
“Shh! That’s between you and me.” Apollo smiles, clearing the horny fog around his brain for a moment to appreciate this dorky and incredibly thoughtful man he did not expect. “But um, yeah, I had a really nice time.”
Klavier softly smiles back before taking a step closer to Apollo, leaning down a little and cupping his face with his hand.
“Well, I’m glad you did. Kiss goodnight?” His voice is a sultry whisper, and Apollo can feel his face lighting on fire before he leans in, capturing Klavier’s lips with his own. His eyes slip closed, and he can feel himself melting into Klavier, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him closer as he nips at his lips, deepening what Apollo assumes Klavier meant to be a chaste kiss.
Klavier gives an appreciative hum before opening his mouth and slipping his tongue between Apollo’s teeth, startling an appreciative groan out of him before he returns the gesture in kind.
They finally break apart for air, both more than a little breathless.
“Do you wanna come inside?” Apollo asks, rushed and a little reedy. “I-I have coffee, or beer, or – mmph –”
He’s cut off by Klavier rushing back in, another almost desperate kiss following the first.
“Ja, I would love to.” And there is something predatory in Klavier’s expression that sets Apollo’s blood on fire and sends a heat creeping between his legs. He scrambles for his keys to the sound of Klavier’s breathless giggle, warm lips pressing soft kisses onto his neck when he finally shoves the door open and pulls Klavier in by the collar.
And then Apollo is drowning in Klavier’s presence, pressed against the door of his own apartment as soon as it’s closed. He grabs handfuls of whatever he can reach while Klavier’s still leaving a trail of wet kisses up and down his neck, nibbling at Apollo’s ear and eliciting a gasp from him before returning to Apollo’s lips with a soft moan.
“Apollo…” And god damn if Klavier’s voice doesn’t make Apollo’s knees feel a little weak, grown man that he may be. “What do you want to do tonight?” The sentence is in pieces, interrupted by Klavier peppering a needy little kiss in between every word.
Apollo sighs in delight, his response coming out in one breath. “God, I really want you to fuck me, but we definitely don’t have to move that fast.” And then Klavier drops his thigh in between Apollo’s and grabs fistfuls of his ass with both hands, lifting Apollo slightly off the ground before pushing himself in even closer than he was before.
“I can’t tell you how badly I wanted you to say that,” Klavier murmurs before he pulls Apollo back in, grinding his thigh against Apollo’s crotch.
Apollo throws his head back against the door with a drawn-out groan, holding onto Klavier’s shoulders for dear life. The sensation of Klavier’s thigh is a little muted through Apollo’s packer, but it’s still enough to make his head spin hard enough to grind his hips down mindlessly. And as much as Apollo’s enjoying this, he desperately wants to feel Klavier’s hand on his actual dick, so he pulls his legs up to wrap around Klavier’s waist, circling his arms around his neck and placing his lips right next to Klavier’s ear.
“Bedroom’s down the hall, second door on the left.”
And Klavier growls, and Apollo’s never been with a guy that actually growled at the prospect of fucking him. It sends a flattering shiver up his spine as Klavier pulls him off the door and carries him in the direction of his bedroom, all the while Apollo bites and licks at Klavier’s earlobe.
Apparently Klavier isn’t as strong as he looks and somewhat clumsily drops Apollo onto his bed, who lets out an oof as he bounces.
“Oh! Shit, hang on. Gimme, gimme a minute,” Apollo says, scrambling up for a moment. “My cat, I gotta make sure he isn’t in here.”
Klavier lets out a hearty laugh, sitting down on the bed and pulling off his shoes as Apollo scrounges around for Mikeko. “I’d love to meet him – he seems like my top competitor,” Klavier says, lightheartedly.
“Oh, you will, and I think he’d agree with you,” Apollo replies, checking under the bed before moving his blinds to make sure he wasn’t hiding there. Apollo gives a happy sigh, looking around. “Coast is clear!”
It’s then that he realizes the mood, while not gone, has slowed a little bit. He looks at Klavier, who looks a little less like he’s going to eat him now. Apollo isn’t sure if he misses the expression or not.
Klavier gives him a coy look, tucking a strand of now-unkempt hair behind his ear. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Apollo takes a second to breathe, suddenly a little intimidated by what they’re about to do. He shakes it off, tugging on Klavier’s hand and pulling him up into a much softer kiss than before, almost chaste in how gentle it is.
“Um, listen. I don’t…have a lot of experience with sex. I’m not a virgin or anything, but uh…” Apollo clears his throat. “Tell me what you want, okay? Be up front with me. I’m trusting us to take care of each other, yeah?”
Klavier has an almost adoring look in his eyes as he tucks Apollo’s slightly mussed hair behind his ear, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. “Of course. And of course, the same goes for you. This is a team sport, ja?”
Apollo gives Klavier a fond and bewildered smile before dropping his hand on Klavier’s waist, resting it there with no sense of urgency. “Dunno what kind of sports you’ve played, but…”
Klavier giggles in response, and Apollo’s smile spreads across his cheeks, framed by a healthy red glow.
“Okay. Uh, give me a second to clean up?” Klavier nods, and Apollo slips away to his bathroom to collect himself. He reaches into his briefs and pulls out his packer, rinsing it and shoving it into the drawer he usually keeps it in. He washes his face, sucks in a breath and smacks both his cheeks, deflating them.
“You’re Apollo Justice, and you’re fine.” And he was.
When he comes back to the bedroom, Klavier has stripped his button-up and has undone the button on his pants, looking perfectly at home lounging on Apollo’s bed. God, Apollo can’t believe this is his life right now. Klavier Gavin, prosecutor rockstar extraordinaire and Sexiest Man Alive according to last year’s People magazine.
Here. In Apollo’s bed. Looking content to just stare at Apollo with a look in his eyes that makes Apollo want to lay down for a while. Preferably on top of Klavier. Naked. While riding him.
That hunger follows Apollo as he climbs into the bed, bracketing Klavier’s hips with his thighs. He leans down and kisses him sweetly, just enjoying the sensation of Klavier’s soft lips against his own and the slight shifts of the mattress as they both get comfortable. It’s nice, easy.
Apollo shifts downwards, fondling Klavier’s pecs as he kisses and licks a path down his neck. Klavier gives an appreciative sigh that raises in pitch when Apollo bites down on his nipple, soothing it immediately with his tongue. Fingers trail up and down Apollo’s back before affectionately tangling in his hair, encouraging Apollo to shorten the trip to Klavier’s visibly hardening cock.
Apollo might be imagining the hitched groan that travels to his ears when he unzips Klavier’s stupidly tight jeans and is greeted by the sight of lace panties barely keeping his bulge in check.
Apollo fails to suppress a disbelieving chuckle. “I can’t say that I’m surprised, but I still really appreciate it nonetheless.”
“What can I say, Forehead, they’re comfaaaah –” Whatever smart retort Klavier was about to say dissolves into a breathy moan when Apollo pops the head of his cock into his mouth, Klavier’s fingers tightening in his hair. The sudden attention spurs him on – he doesn’t have a lot of experience sucking dick, but he knows he’s not too bad at it. Tucking his teeth behind his lips, he hollows his cheeks around Klavier’s flexing member and sloppily tongues the tip, stroking his shaft in time.
Apollo looks up and Klavier is wringing a hand through his bangs, a hot blush dancing down his neck while he looks at Apollo swallow him down, little pants and moans escaping his puffy lips. And thank god Klavier doesn’t thrust up into Apollo’s mouth while he’s doing it – he can barely breathe as it is, with Klavier’s heady musk wafting through his nose and his own arousal tempting him to shove a hand down his pants.
But he resists, and instead pulls away to tug off Klavier’s jeans and underwear, throwing them to some corner of his room. He pulls Klavier’s thighs forward and crouches at the foot of his bed, dropping them onto his shoulders before he dives in and pulls one of Klavier’s balls into his mouth with a slick sound.
“Mmhgh!” Klavier lets out a string of what Apollo thinks are German curses before he pulls on Apollo’s hair tugging him up and away and back towards Klavier’s face, greeted by a desperate kiss made of more tongue than tenderness.
“Scheisse, give me some warning,” Klavier says, now biting down Apollo’s neck without mercy.
Apollo laughs in delight. “Was that too much?”
“No, gott, I can’t fuck you if I come that fast, schatz,” Klavier replies, flipping their positions over with ease before immediately returning to suck hickeys at the junction between Apollo’s neck and shoulder.
Klavier’s fingers brush Apollo’s stomach with a shiver, trailing the edge of Apollo’s shirt.
“May I?”
Apollo feels a bit of a rush – no one’s actually seen his chest since his top surgery, and to be honest, he’s a little excited to show it off.
“Yeah, go for it,” he replies, pulling himself up off the bed to help Klavier lift his shirt off. He feels a little exposed, but in a good way – Klavier’s gaze feels appreciative and almost reverent as it trails down his body. Klavier moves a little slower, then, when he returns to press gentle kisses down Apollo’s torso, an iron grip around Apollo’s waist holding him in place.
Apollo shudders when Klavier’s tongue laps at one nipple while massaging the other, falling backwards on the bed and putting a forearm over his eyes. Klavier is painfully thorough, switching to the other nipple and swirling his tongue while his other hand’s fingers dance through Apollo’s coarse pubic hair to unbutton his pants, slipping under Apollo’s briefs and nudging against his cock.
“Fuck!” Apollo kicks out at the sensation, hand desperately scrabbling at the sheets while Klavier lets out a low, throaty laugh.
“I can keep going, then?”
“Yeah, Jesus. Please do.” Apollo can’t bring himself to look down while Klavier pulls his pants and underwear off, covering his mouth with his hand to prevent a needy keen from escaping.
“Nein, Apollo.” Klavier gently grasps Apollo’s wrist and pulls it away, continuing his ministrations as he rises to kiss him again, swallowing Apollo’s moans. He thumbs at Apollo’s dick and slips a finger into his hole, wet with slick.
“Good?” Klavier sounds almost as breathless as Apollo feels, and he can only nod rapidly in response, digging his fingers into Klavier’s back in a way that’s sure to leave marks.
And then Klavier is gone, pulling away from Apollo’s chasing lips and towards his swelled cock, making eye contact before placing his tongue flat on it and licking.
Apollo yells at the sensation, his toes curling and thighs immediately contracting to cage Klavier’s head, which Klavier doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He looks immensely satisfied as he sucks at Apollo’s cock, spreading his hole open to finger him.
It’s almost too much, but damn if Apollo’s gaze isn’t glued to Klavier’s motions, so entranced that he almost doesn’t realize how loud he’s moaning. He has to tilt his head back on the pillows, shakily dropping a hand to Klavier’s hair and blindly reaching for Klavier’s hand unoccupied on the bed. Klavier hums, dropping down slightly to lick at his entrance while Apollo’s thighs shake.
He isn’t sure if he can formulate words right now, but he pulls desperately at Klavier’s hand to get his attention. Klavier pulls off Apollo’s cock with a wet pop, his chin glistening with wet – an image that is sure to stay with him for the next few eons.
Apollo tugs him further upward into an open-mouthed kiss while he blindly reaches for his nightstand drawer, fumbling for lube and the condoms he knows are somewhere in there. Thankfully, Klavier seems to get the message and pulls away, arching above Apollo and returning with them, smoothing Apollo’s hair back and kissing his cheek.
“Are you ready, häschen? Where should I fuck you?” Klavier’s hand travels back down, pressing into Apollo’s hole and sending a violent shiver up his spine.
“Here? Or…” He pulls his finger out, tracing his fingers down to Apollo’s ass, circling his rim. “Here?”
“T-the first one,” Apollo says, puffing out weak little breaths against Klavier’s shoulder. The second one was definitely something to think about later, though. Maybe next time. Good lord, he hasn’t even been fucked yet and Apollo’s already thinking about next time.
Klavier nods, pulling away from Apollo minutely to grasp at his thighs, pulling one over his shoulder and the other around his waist. He rolls the condom onto his still-hard cock, covers it in lube, and positions himself at Apollo’s entrance.
“Ready?”
Apollo wraps his arms around Klavier’s neck, bracing himself and nodding.
And when Klavier slowly sheathes himself inside, slow and tender and ever so careful, Apollo’s lungs empty of air and he can scarcely breathe.
“Fuuuuuuuck.” Apollo whimpers into Klavier’s shoulder, pressing his face into the side of Klavier’s and nipping at his earlobe to try and ground himself. Klavier’s not exactly lacking, and Apollo feels so full that if Klavier moves he thinks he might actually pass out.
Thankfully, Klavier chords his muscles and stays still, distracting Apollo by pressing soft and surprisingly chaste kisses on his cheeks and forehead. It’s only when Apollo nods, finally used to the intrusion, that Klavier shifts, shallowly thrusting his hips.
“Ah!” A little gasp punches itself out of Apollo’s chest, echoing and increasing in volume as Klavier slowly but surely speeds up. Stifled moans and grunts escape Klavier’s lips before he finally lets go completely and snaps his hips into Apollo, jaw slack and eyes glazed.
“Apollo…Apollo…fuck, baby, you feel amazing…” Apollo can barely hold on, fingernails digging into Klavier’s back and slightly pulling on his hair. His legs spread wider before Apollo grips Klavier’s shoulders and seamlessly flips him on his back, scrabbling for purchase on Klavier’s chest, now slick with sweat, as he rides him.
Apollo swells with pride when he sees Klavier’s eyes roll into the back of his head and close. Apollo would close his eyes and lose himself in the unbelievable sensations of Klavier rubbing so tightly against his walls, but there’s something so mind-numbingly erotic about watching Klavier lose himself, blindly pushing his hips upwards.
Klavier’s eyes flicker open, hand reaching forward and shakily stroking Apollo’s cock, and it’s all Apollo can do not to shove himself forward into his maddening touch. The little moans and ahs that Apollo let out before have become desperate low grunts, curses, and stuttering versions of Klavier’s name, falling from his lips like rain as he throws his head back and lets nearly all conscious thought leave him on the verge of orgasm.
Klavier slows for a moment and, in a seeming moment of clarity, looks at Apollo with the softest gaze Apollo has ever been given.
“You’re beautiful.”
And Apollo comes with a scream, in what feels like a blinding flash from his toes to the tips of his ears. Klavier soon follows, pulling Apollo down and biting into his shoulder with one final stuttering thrust.
They both lay there for a moment, a tangle of sweaty limbs and intermingled panting breaths, before Apollo rolls off Klavier and flops next to him. Klavier drags himself out of the bed, rolling and tying the condom off before dropping it into a wastebasket, disappearing for a moment before returning with a hand towel from Apollo’s bathroom to wipe the sweat and sex off of each of them. After that’s done, Klavier pulls himself back into the bed, reaching for Apollo and burying his head into his chest.
Apollo laughs – not at anything in particular, just at the joy of an incredibly good time. He gets himself a little more comfortable, snuggling closer to Klavier and wrapping his arms around him. He feels unbelievably safe and satisfied, and if the soft little kisses pressed into Apollo’s skin as they drift off are any indication, Klavier feels the same.