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At the first touch on his back, Apollo couldn’t help but jolt with alarm, his fingers freezing against gently creased paper. It was sudden, unexpected, and Apollo had thought he was alone. He hadn’t heard anyone approach. But at the second- warm fingers sliding down the sleeve of his shirt to brush against the bare skin of his wrist- he recognised the cool touch of metal rings and relaxed, tension leaking out of him as fast as it came. He turned his head back, smiling and shifting where he lay on his belly.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” He said by way of greeting as he felt the bed dip a little under Klavier’s weight, the man settling close behind him. He listened to the soft hum of reply, feeling the familiar warmth and contentment at his lover’s presence.
“Did I startle you, schatzi?” Klavier asked into the back of his neck, and the feeling of his heated breath made Apollo shiver just a little. “I’m sorry.”
Apollo only hummed back, a low sound in the quiet of the apartment. All he could hear was the shifting and rustling of clothes and bed sheets, an intimately domestic noise he had slowly grown used to. He tilted his head to face Klavier, and the easy smile the man bore made something flutter in his chest. Two years on, and Klavier still made him feel utterly ridiculous with only a grin.
“I’m sure you’ll find some way of making it up to me,” He said, drolly, and Klavier laughed and kissed him. It was softer and sweeter than anything he had originally thought the other man capable of, more gentle than anything he could have imagined. He found himself chasing Klavier’s mouth when he pulled away, making a noise of disappointment, and Klavier’s smile was sly. He pecked his lips once more before he drew back, but his hands still rubbed soothingly at his skin.
Apollo pushed the papers and folders back- they were already creased anyway, what was a little more damage- and rolled onto his back, sprawling himself against their bed. Klavier moved along with him, letting himself roll and pressing flush against him. His smile was the most vibrant and beautiful thing Apollo had seen all day.
“Hello.” Klavier murmured.
“Hello. How was your day?”
Klavier pulled a face at the innocent question, no doubt experiencing a flood of memories, and he dropped his head, letting his chin rest on Apollo’s stomach. “Don’t let me think about it,” He said imploringly, and laughing, Apollo reached down to run a hand through his hair, loosening the curl. “I’m being driven crazy, I swear.”
“Who is it this time?” It seemed to be nothing of any great consequence- if Klavier had truly had a bad day, Apollo would be able to tell. Klavier had experienced too many bad days for Apollo’s comfort, and he knew the signs- there was always a hard little line that ran across his forehead and one between his brows, but it would always soften when Apollo tried to kiss it away.
“The Fraulien Detective was as charming as ever, and Herr Gumshoe was almost apocalyptically clumsy.” Klavier sounded a little put out but his bright eyes were still shining, and his fingers were drawing little symbols into Apollo’s stomach through his shirt. The sensations made his belly clench up a little, and he resisted the urge to curl up into a ball and defend his sensitive, ticklish sides. “We barely found anything useful for my case today- but I’m confident for tomorrow nonetheless.”
“State vs Gulbien?” Apollo wondered out loud, and Klavier nodded minutely against him. “You think he did it?”
“Can’t think of anyone else who had motive or opportunity.” He admitted, shrugging. “But I’m sure if you were defending on it with me you’d be able to prove Herr Winchel’s long lost twin brother who you pulled out of nowhere did it.” He prodded at Apollo’s stomach firmly, almost accusingly. He then glanced upwards, staring past Apollo’s head and glowering at the thick folders he once thumbed through. “Don’t tell me that’s the papers for my case.” He paused. “If it is, please impart your wisdoms upon me.”
Apollo grinned, still running his hands through Klavier’s now thoroughly debauched hair. It was a secret pleasure of is, feeling the soft strands run through his fingers. “It’s not your case.”
“I’d be willing to bet that Gulbien didn’t do it, though.”
Klavier tutted. “Taking bets on cases? You’re a terrible man, Forehead.”
Apollo agreed with an mmm and sat up slowly, pressing his hands against Klavier’s own forehead and pushing him up and off him. The prosecutor went willingly despite sticking out his lower lip with just a hint of a pout. Klavier kept his legs on either side of Apollo’s, straddling him, and he had no intentions of moving unless Apollo had a damn good reason.
Taking his lover in properly for the first time, Apollo saw the pout and rolled his eyes. He was used to such antics by now. He kissed him once, chastely, and put a hand on his chest. “Get off me.” He said, without any heat, and Klavier whined.
“But you’re warm and comfortable.” He complained, and he leant forward to rest his head in the crook of Apollo’s shoulder, nuzzling into it. The words that followed were incomprehensible, muffled against Apollo’s skin, and Apollo wondered if Klavier was ever going to act his age. He hoped not.
“Alright, fine.” He said, and put his arms around him loosely, a vague embrace. “But I’m hungry and I want dinner soon.”
Klavier response was just as illegible, and the two of them silently basked in each other’s presence for a long moment, sinking into each other, appreciating the warmth and comfort. Klavier ignored the gentle pangs of his own stomach in favour of his favourite person in the world, and the two of them enjoyed the brief moment of peace.
One of them eventually spoke up- Klavier, pulling his head away and tilted his head again, to peer past Apollo, back at the folders. He recognized them as case files immediately, he knew them well, but Apollo didn’t have any upcoming cases. He constantly compared them to buses- he had nothing for long stretches of time, and then many of them came at once. Each of them were long and complicated, and he almost always came home lethargic. Klavier hoped that wouldn’t be the case any time soon.
“So what is all that, exactly?” He eventually asked, waving his hand towards the folders. “You don’t have a new case, do you?”
“I’m going over my last case summary.” Apollo told him, still holding him loosely, and it was so domestic Apollo had trouble believing it was real. Talking about his day with someone who genuinely cares, useless cuddling- he hadn’t experienced anything quite like it before. It made him feel lighter, it made him feel happy. “Nothing too important, just yet another thing that needs to be done.”
“It’s hard being a lawyer.” Klavier said, tone as dry as bleached bone.
“We can’t all be rock stars like you.” Apollo said, deliberately and playfully sighing heavily.
“Mmm,” Klavier said, partly to himself- and Apollo only had a second to see the suspicious flash of an idea in his eyes before Klavier was smirking down deviously at him. “Well, enough talk. I’m gonna suck your dick now- if that’s okay with you, of course.”
“Oh my god,” Apollo huffed out as Klavier pushed him back again lightly, both hands plastered on his chest. Instinctively, his hands lifted to frame his face, cupping it sweetly. “You’re the worst. The worst.”
“I know, baby, I know.” He pressed him backwards until Apollo’s back was flush against the mattress, and he leaned down to kiss him once before he moved to crawl down Apollo’s lean body, pressing kisses down along his throat and collar. His touches were soft, almost soothing, and Apollo had to fight not to relax into a little puddle. Klavier’s hands were too talented.
Klavier wasn’t wasting any time, his hands already sliding down to hold Apollo’s hips, and before he could go any further Apollo made a sound of protest and curled his hands around the collar of his shirt, yanking at it firmly. Klavier allowed himself to be pulled back up, looking a touch confused.
He was immediately pulled in close, kissed a little less sweetly than before in order to get the message across and when Klavier was released he struggled to catch his breath, lips swollen and cheeks a little flushed already, looking almost delighted.
“None of that right now,” Apollo said. “I want you.”
Klavier faltered, just for a moment. “You have me.”
Apollo smiled at that, and shifted where he lay, arching his back and pushing up to force Klavier’s body upwards. Klavier made a noise of bewilderment, but let himself be controlled, going mostly limp. Apollo rolled him over, to the side so he lay on his back instead, knees bent, and Apollo lay between them, pressed up close. He reached out an arm and pushed the folders and papers away, listening to how they whispered and fluttered the floor. “Yeah,” He grinned, keeping his lover pinned down. “I have you.”
Klavier leaned back his head and groaned loudly, sounding disappointed but looking excited, baring the soft skin of his throat. Apollo didn’t take the clear invitation- he wasn’t going to give Klavier what he wanted, not yet. “Cruelty from my lover. You know how much I love making you come.”
“Trust me, I’ll be coming. We’ll just be doing it together.”
“Promises, promises.” Klavier murmured. He spread his legs a little wider, giving him more space, and he poked his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, playfully. Klavier had a talented tongue and Apollo had been on the receiving end many times, Klavier pulling out all the stops to make Apollo come as slowly as possible, making sure he was babbling by the time he was finally spent. It was a kind of torture that Klavier had him begging for, and Apollo swore to himself that one day he would have Klavier spreading his legs and pleading with him for it. It wouldn’t be today- but he would make it soon.
Apollo nipped at his mouth, just catching Klavier’s lips before smoothing his hands down his chest, all the way down his stomach to his hips. He kissed him like he was desperate for it- he was- and without warning took firm handfuls of Klavier’s ass in his trousers, squeezing lightly.
Klavier’s hips bucked upwards in response, nudging Apollo’s, and his laughter was breathy. “Apollo!” He said, acting scandalized. Apollo smiled from ear to ear, squeezing again before slipping his hands down to his thighs. He kept his touches teasing and light. “Apollo, schatzi.”
He didn’t say a word. He pushed Klavier’s thighs up higher, almost bending him in half and hitching his legs up around his waist. Apollo rolled his hips into his for a few moments, just to relieve the pressure he could feel building. He was hard and growing more eager for release, and he bucked his hips a few times, teasingly.
Klavier growled, and arched his hips up, pressing himself into Apollo’s hands. “Apollo,” He said at the same time Apollo’s hand moved and brushed against the bulge in his pants, and he ground his hips up into the touch. “Apollo, come on.”
The dam broke, and the time for play was over. Without the need for further encouragement Apollo promptly pulled Klavier’s legs back down and his belt apart, bringing down his zipper and yanking his trousers off to make friction more comfortable. He didn’t bother pulling down his underwear, silky black boxers that felt like heaven against him. Klavier returned the favour impatiently and Apollo pressed up against him, and he could feel just how hard he was and the heat of his skin. Klavier drew him in, wrapping himself around him, trying to take him closer and closer.
Apollo didn’t play around. He moved his hips carefully, pushing against his, and Klavier sighed, tilting his head up to find Apollo’s mouth again. He welcomed the movements, making no argument. Eventually Apollo took it as encouragement and began to move faster, thrusting harder. Klavier met every movement and they moan softly into each other’s mouths.
They rut against each other carelessly, grasping at whatever they can find- hands on biceps, on hips. They shared frantic kisses, caught up in the moment- their moment, something personal and private and utterly theirs, never to be shared with another.
Their shared climax built slowly. They had found their rhythm and they rocked together, greedy little motions. Their breaths come quicker and grips tighten. Klavier makes wounded little noises that drive Apollo insane, and his legs only fall apart further.
“Love you.” Klavier managed between groans, holding tightly onto Apollo’s biceps, almost enough to bruise. “I love you.”
Apollo made a happy little noise, and he returns it with vigour. “I love you, too.”
Any pretence at coherency slipped away after that, and they pressed their foreheads together, needing closer, closer. Their breaths merged and their bellies both clench, pressure building, hips never faltering. Apollo’s hands leave his lovers hips and thread through his hair.
Klavier comes first a few beats later, but Apollo wasn’t far behind. He shuddered and make a long, drawn out groan, his body tensing up abruptly. Apollo kept moving, letting him ride the waves, and in a second he let out a cry of his own. Their dance together complicates, before calming as they rode their waves, voices caught. Nothing else mattered. Not the case, not Apollo’s files. Not anything outside that room.
Eventually, their hips slow and stop, and there was only the sound of heavy breathing. Apollo could feel dampness between them, and it was kind of disgusting but he couldn’t find it in himself to move away. Instead, Apollo rest his head on Klavier’s sternum, taking a moment to catch his breath. Klavier huffed out what little of a laugh he could manage, and patted Apollo’s head a touch patronizingly. Apollo couldn’t find it in himself to be offended.
They let the silence reign for a long moment, lying in its comforts. The two of them were mussy haired and bright eyed, with lips just a touch swollen. They were wrecked in the best of ways.
Klavier eventually broke the silence with a grumbled, “I haven’t come in my pants since my teen years.” He sounded so put out Apollo found it honestly hilarious, and Klavier’s disgruntled expression only made him laugh harder. He sat up, giving Klavier room to move and breathe. He rolled off to one side and squirmed under one of his arms, resting his cheek against Klavier’s chest. The prosecutor let him, with a bright and satisfied smile. “You’re a nightmare, schatzi.”
Apollo didn’t argue, and when the evening is done and the night has come he’s even more of an nightmare, but Klavier can’t complain when he’s coming harder than he has in his life.