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The moment Apollo opened Klavier’s apartment door he could hear a flurry of curses, and the sound of a thud and something metal clattering to the floor. That was a worrying noise, and he stepped inside quickly, shutting the door behind him and calling out, “Klavier?”
The swearing quietened, but then Apollo saw a blonde head peeking up from behind the kitchen counter. Klavier flashed a grin at him for just a moment, looking delighted before turning away, dropping the fork he held into the sink. “Schatzi,” He greeted, distractedly. “Good day at the office?”
“Uh, kinda.” It had been a small disaster, no clients coming in and a small fire that Apollo didn’t want to think about, but Klavier didn’t need to know about any of that. Apollo watched him swoop around the kitchen as he dropped his bag to the floor with a heavy sound. It was full of paperwork, but it could wait. “What are you doing?”
He had to call out over the sound of a bubbling pot and Klavier murmuring dark words in German, but when he spoke to Apollo his voice was much lighter. “Making dinner,” He said, like it wasn’t completely obvious. There was a pan and a wok on the stove, both steaming, and there were two plates set out on the side. There was even a movie waiting on the title screen on the television- Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Apollo’s favourite.
“I can see that.”
“When I got your text about you working late I thought you might appreciate dinner waiting for you.” Klavier still bustled around, fetching a new fork and stirring whatever was in the pan carefully, turning down the heat. Apollo could see the strainer waiting in the sink, and assumed it was pasta. Whatever it was, it smelt delicious. “It’s nearly done. Just trying to multitask.”
“Want some help?”
“Nein, I will manage. You just settle down and I’ll be with you in a minute.” He flashed Apollo another smile, one he couldn’t help but return. It was damned infectious.
“I didn’t know you could cook.” Apollo said impressed as he settled onto one of the chairs at the kitchen island’s counter. He kicked off his shoes, pushing them underneath the counter and out of the way. He shrugged off his waistcoat too- with all the steam, it was warm in the apartment.
Klavier shrugged his shoulders, a little bashful. “I can’t,” He said honestly. “This is the one meal I can do- on tour it was always quick stuff or restaurants, sometimes take away. It wasn’t always so glamourous.”
“Can’t imagine you not being all glimmerous,” Apollo said, and Klavier cleared his throat firmly, ducking his head out of the way. Apollo thought nothing of it, and looked across to the wine rack. It had a few bottles, mostly saved for special occasions and gatherings. Klavier himself rarely drank, to keep up his lawful reputation and to protect his voice. He wondered if it would be too presumptuous to uncork one- but then Klavier saw him looking, and smiled.
“Help yourself. Dinner will be done soon.”
Apollo did. He picked one at random- he didn’t know what all the names and years meant- and poured a glass of red wine for himself and Klavier. He took them over to the table in front of the sofa. “What are you making?”
“Sausage bolognese.” Klavier called over as he poured the pasta into the strainer. Steam billowed up in his face, and Apollo couldn’t help but laugh at this displeased expression.
“Sounds great.” He replied, and Klavier smiled. He continued bustling around, draining the pasta of water and mixing it with the sauce. Apollo took a seat on the sofa and waited, sipping at his drink. It didn’t take long for Klavier to join him with two heaped platefuls of food- he was always terrible at portions- and serve it to him with a sunny smile.
“Bon appétit.” He said. “We will talk once we have eaten, ja? I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
Apollo was. He hadn’t eaten since lunch, and even if he had no prior experience of Klavier’s cooking he trusted his nose, and it smelt amazing. “Sure. Thank you.”
He almost recoiled at the first bite as Klavier pressed play on the movie, and the man shot him a worried look, his brows furrowed. It wasn’t what he thought- Apollo swallowed it down and said, “Holy shit, this is amazing.”
His expression cleared out like the sky after a storm. He looked deeply relieved. “Really?”
Before speaking, he claimed another mouthful. “Yeah, this is the best thing I’ve eaten for months.” He hadn’t had a good home cooked meal since he had time off to go and visit his mother, and he hadn’t realised how much he missed it. Takeaways and instant meals were fine until you remembered what the real thing tasted like. “Where have you been hiding this talent?”
Klavier ducked his head, but it was a little too slow. Apollo saw a fine dusting of pink across his cheeks. “I’m glad you like it, schatzi.”
Apollo’s eyes zeroed in on the blush. He had never seen his lover blush before, in their year of dating. He didn’t think it was possible after seeing the level of confidence he had onstage and in court, but the evidence was right there and frankly it was adorable. On screen, the young Indiana was fleeing from his pursuers in one of Apollo’s favourite movie sequences of all time but he didn’t look away from Klavier, who still hid his expression.
“Are you blushing?” He eventually asked, voice coming out more indignant than intended. Klavier looked up again, frowning deeply with denials falling from his lips, but the flush was still evidently there. “You are!”
Klavier was scowling now, glowering down at him in a way Apollo hadn’t seen in months. He knew Klavier wasn’t really mad, but it was a little disconcerting. “Eat your food before I take it back,” He said, voice firm. He did lean forward, pressing a small kiss onto Apollo’s forehead to let him know he was forgiven.
Apollo didn’t press it any further- but that wasn’t to say that he forgot.
He finished his food in record time, well before Klavier, and he wondered faintly if there were any leftovers. He didn’t ask. He settled back to watch the movie, seeing the snakes twist on screen and Klavier finished up. He seemed focused in Klavier eyes, smiling along at the jokes or the cool moments, but he was thinking of the shade of red on tan skin, and how he might see it again if possible.
Klavier put his own dish to one side, next to Apollo’s. He settled back against the sofa, arm slung across the back in a casual manner. Apollo let out a little breath and moved in close, sitting so their thighs were pressed together. He had no problems with such contact- once upon a time, he had, but it was all in the past. Now, he could lean in so his cheek rested on Klavier’s shoulder without a flicker of anxiety. In turn, Klavier hummed in his ear and put his arm around Apollo’s shoulders, resting his hand lightly on Apollo’s bicep. It was slow. It was easy.
They didn’t talk- they watched the rest of the movie in a companionable silence. The only sounds were from the television and their soft breaths. It was heaven after Apollo’s long day, and he almost wanted to slip away to sleep curled up against his lover- but he couldn’t get the image of Klavier flushing out of his head.
This is amazing, he remembered. Where have you been hiding this talent?
The blush had come after that, after two compliments. The connection was clear, but he couldn’t remember Klavier ever blushing after being complimented in court or by any of his fans. He had been called perfect and godly right in front of Apollo, and he had only smiled brilliantly and thanked them before signing an autograph or two and sending them away with dazed smiles. He was cool and collected, amazingly so, but he had blushed when Apollo complimented his cooking.
Maybe he didn’t blush all those other times because it wasn’t me who gave the compliment, he thought, hyperaware of the man sitting right there, pressed up against him with an expression of pure contentment.
He wasn’t sure what to think of that.
He thought about for a long time, time slipping by and the sun falling in the sky. Neither of them moved, and Klavier never complained even though his shoulder must have been desperately numb by that point. He seemed wholly caught up in the film, while Apollo was paying less and less attention.
He wanted to see that blush again, too prove the theories that had cropped up in his mind. It was almost science. Ema would be proud if she wouldn’t have been shrieking in distress at the thought of Apollo and the glimmerous fop.
Apollo took a moment to steel himself, to prepare for anything that might happen. He pulled himself free of his lover’s hold, sat forward, grabbing his glass and took a long sip of his wine- and then turned to Klavier, taking his head in head into his hands and kissing him. He made sure to give the kiss a firmness, a purpose- and he knew Klavier picked up on it instantly.
The prosecutor hesitated for a long moment, his hands reaching up but pausing. Usually it was Klavier who cupped Apollo’s cheeks, who drew him close or pushed him away. With Apollo in control, Klavier wasn’t sure what to do. After a moment, he chose to rest his hands on Apollo’s shoulders and tilt his head, kissing him back just as pointedly. Apollo could feel him smiling against his lips.
The movie went on forgotten as they kissed. Even as Indiana and his father panicked as fires sprung up around them, the two on the sofa were much more interested in each other. Apollo stroked his thumb across Klavier’s cheekbones, hands moving to thread through his now short hair. Klavier shivered at the pleasant sensation and his own hands moved to slide down Apollo’s chest, fingers touching the plastic of the buttons- a promise of maybe something more. But it went no further yet, the kisses eventually slowing, growing lazier.
Eventually, Apollo broke away but he didn’t pull back. He stayed where he was, pressed close. His eyes were closed. “I love you.” He said, and Klavier grinned. He opened his mouth, lips already forming I love you too, but Apollo continued. “You’re so amazing. God, Klavier.”
Apollo couldn’t see it, but he was willing to wager that the blush had returned. When he did open his eyes, he could see the brilliant flush of red, the tentative smile. He was right. It was him. Klavier ducked his head again, as if shy, but Apollo’s fingers caught his chin and craned his head back up. “I love you.” He told him again, softly. “I love you.”
“Apollo-”
“I love you,” Apollo repeated, stressing every word. He would say it a thousand times until his throat was as dry as bleached bone- it would never lose its meaning, the love would never fade away. “You’re the best man I’ve ever known.”
Klavier leant forward, even closer, and Apollo thought he might be kissed just to avoid an answer. But Klavier rolled his eyes, reaching up to cover Apollo’s hands with his own and bring them down between them. “Where’s all this coming from, Forehead?”
“I thought you needed to know,” Apollo told him, honest enough. He didn’t mention the blushing- he didn’t want Klavier to cover up his face or feel upset. “And I don’t think I tell you enough.”
“Nein, you tell me plenty,” Klavier argued, but he still looked deeply pleased. “I’m starting to think you’ve done something and you’re trying to sweeten me up.”
Apollo shook his head, more fiercely than he intended. “I haven’t. I just wanted to let you know how wonderful I think you are.”
“Apollo,” Klavier said again, his voice somewhat strained, but he couldn’t continue. His brows were knitting together, and Apollo wanted nothing more than to kiss the mark away. He did, until it softened and disappeared, and he wondered how long it would be before Klavier was putty in his hands. He thought it wouldn’t be long if he kept it up.
Apollo’s hand graced Klavier’s cheek again. “Schatzi,” He said, hesitantly. Klavier heard the words tumbling out wrong, the pronunciation worse than the time Daryan had been given a crash course in German, but it was still beautiful. His heart jumped and his expression was suddenly deeply serious. He wondered how many beats it had skipped.
Then it didn’t matter, when Apollo kissed him again. Klavier didn’t know how the gentle blush made him glow, just how gorgeous it made him look. Apollo was half disappointed at how little he saw it, but he would tear down Klavier’s confidence or deliberately humiliate him for his own pleasure. He wasn’t that man.
“Schatzi,” He said again, his voice a touch stronger, and he felt Klavier tremble under his touch. The man leant backwards, as if wanting to pull Apollo down atop him on the sofa, but he seemed to catch himself at the last minute. He forced himself back up, and kissed Apollo eagerly. His gut was churning and his skin felt covered in pin pricks. The fabric of his clothes was suddenly unbearable.
“Bedroom,” He managed in-between breaks. “Please.”
“Okay,” Apollo returned, touching him one last time, thumb tracing the line of his chin. He reached for Klavier’s hands, curling both around his wrists. “Okay.”
Klavier let himself be guided from the sofa, and neither of them looked to the television. Neither of them cared. Apollo’s skin was a gentle warmth against his while Klavier knew he was overheating, could feel it blazing in his cheeks. He never thought he blushed pretty and he ducked his head, keeping his eyes on the floor.
Apollo led him to his bedroom and pulled him close, stepping backwards and guiding Klavier to his bed. He let himself fall and shuffle back, lying against the comfortable mattress. Apollo let himself appreciate the sheets for just a moment, far more expensive and softer than his own before pulling Klavier down after him. He settles easily above him, knees on either side of his hips and forearms on either side of Apollo’s head. It’s a familiar position, one they know well.
Klavier’s hand immediately went for the buttons of Apollo’s shirt, and the desperation was all too clear. If Apollo knew what kind of effect his words had, he would have done this months ago- but he reached up and stopped Klavier’s fingers before he could fumble open more than one. He smiled at his whine of disappointment and undid Klavier’s shirt instead, button by button. He pushed the shirt clear of his shoulders to reveal tan skin and tight muscles and sat up, wrapping his arms around Klavier’s waist. His shirt lay abandoned.
“Let me do this for you,” He said, pressing tiny open mouth kisses along Klavier’s sternum. He teased up and down, edging along his throat or his pecs. “You deserve it, you’re so good, you’re so good…” He tasted amazing, soap and skin, and Apollo mouthed his way down to a nipple. Klavier wasn’t particularly sensitive there, so he spent little time flicking his tongue and grazing his teeth but the blonde leant back and sighed with pleasure anyway. His hands stroked up Klavier’s bare sides, fingers smoothing over his ribs, and Klavier was quickly reduced to a shivering, flushing mess. His breathing came quicker, heavier, and Apollo smiled with satisfaction at the flush which spread for Klavier’s face to his neck. It wasn’t a full body blush, but it was adorable all the same.
Maybe he could use a little more coaxing.
“You’re a good boy,” Apollo sighed against Klavier’s skin, and he could almost taste the shudder than ran through Klavier’s body, rippling through his spine. He let out a breath and his grip on Apollo tightened, like he was clinging on for dear life. He had said the right thing.
“Say that again,” Klavier gasped through kiss swollen lips, and Apollo smiled.
“As long as you say it first.”
Klavier trembled again and whined, fingers moving flexing against Apollo’s wrists, but he nodded eagerly. “I’m a good boy,” He murmured, barely loud enough for Apollo to hear.
“Can you say that any louder?” Apollo prompted, gently. He didn’t want to force him into anything, or go too far, but he would like to hear it again, said with confidence.
Klavier paused for a moment, but then, “I’m a good boy.”
Pleasure arced in Apollo’s chest. “You are. You’re such a good boy, Klavier.” He rewarded him with another kiss. Klavier shook like a leaf under his hands. Apollo could hear him whispering so quietly schatzi, schatzi. Apollo grinned and he moved, sitting up and pushing Klavier to one side. He rolled, pinning Klavier down and kneeling between his legs. Klavier looked up at him with eyes just a little dazed and Apollo reached down to run his hands through his hair. It didn’t spread all over the pillows like it did when it was much longer, but it was sex hair through and through and something warm settled in Apollo’s belly at the sight.
He shuffled, moving down Klavier’s body and reaching for his jeans, hands running over the zip. The heavy bulge was obvious now and Apollo relieved the discomfort, undoing them and pulling them all the way down over his ankles. It was a struggle with Klavier’s love for skinny jeans, but it was worth it when Apollo ran his hands up his calves, flitting across his thighs.
Klavier’s hips jerked at the touch, and he moaned desperately. He craned his head back against the pillow, baring his throat and Apollo was sorely tempted to bite, to lean down and leave his mark high where everyone could see it. Later, he told himself, and instead rubbed small intricate patters into the skin of Klavier’s thigh, humming soothingly. “I’ve got you, Klavier.”
“Please,” Klavier’s voice was smaller than he had ever heard it. He reached up to pull at the bottom of Apollo’s shirt. “Please, I want to feel your skin.”
Apollo allowed it. He stripped off his shirt efficiently, and Klavier reached up to grasp at his hips, thumbs stroking the skin. He was clearly desperate for the contact, and his blush hadn’t gone down one bit. Apollo hushed the tiny sounds that escaped Klavier’s mouth and pulled away after a moment, ignoring the sound of disappointment and the way Klavier reached after him.
Apollo curled his fingers around the waistband of Klavier’s boxers and pulled them down, tossing them across the room. Klavier’s cock was hard and leaking a steady stream and the man looked hopeful, but Apollo only drummed his fingers against the soft skin of his inner thigh.
“Legs up for me,” He commanded, and Klavier obeyed immediately. “Good boy.” He reached up and held one of Klavier’s knees up, spreading it a touch further, and his other hand went between his legs.
His first touch to Klavier’s hole made the man jump and tense up. He sucked in a breath between his teeth, but Apollo was patient. He waited for a few beats- and then Klavier seemingly melted into his touch, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. Gott, Apollo heard him mutter. Apollo huffed out a laugh and rubbed his thumb against the clenched opening.
“Is this okay?” He asked, and Klavier nodded quickly, breathing out ja, ja, please. He let out a sound of complaint when Apollo removed his thumb, but it was only for a moment. He stuck his thumb in his mouth, coating it with saliva before he returned, soothing the skin before pressing in, slowly.
A vague wince came over Klavier’s expression, and Apollo went slower, stopping when he reached the knuckle. He let the other man adjust until he gave his usual signal- nodding, and spreading his legs further apart. Apollo drew his thumb out and then pressed it in deeper, and then pulled it out again. He braced his hands on Klavier’s thighs, leant in, and licked a stripe up his hole, a little puffy and pink.
Klavier made a strangled noise, hips twitching and precome spurting from his cock. He ran his hand through Apollo’s hair as if considering grabbing him and holding him there. He didn’t, and Apollo wasn’t sure if he was glad or not. It would have stung, but deliciously. The pressure in his pants was becoming hard to ignore. “Gott,” He managed, but his voice died when Apollo kept on, flattening his tongue against him.
But there was a little thing that Apollo could do with his tongue, a little flick against Klavier’s rim that drove him crazy without fail. He did it- and Klavier reacted like he had been electrocuted, jerking his hips and tensing up. Apollo grinned and only pressed his tongue further in, curling it upwards.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Klavier’s voice was wrecked. He let out a slur of German, his chest heaving with each breath and his legs were kicking a little. He was squirming like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to get away or grab that fistful of Apollo’s hair and force himself deeper on his tongue.
Apollo laughed, and he knew from experience the vibration was pleasant. He listened to Klavier’s moans, and pulled away just for the moment, replacing his tongue with his thumb. “You have such a beautiful voice,” He told him as he pressed his thumb inside, sinking into the pliant hole with ease. “Your moans are lovely.”
Klavier couldn’t manage a response and Apollo thrust his thumb and swirled his tongue around it, giving tiny little kitten licks. He groaned now and again, taking a shuddering breath with each little thrust. Apollo played with him for just a moment longer, taking in the blush and the way goose bumps had appeared all up his legs. He didn’t have much of an opportunity to have Klavier so well behaved, especially underneath him, but he didn’t want to play around for too long.
He drew his thumb out and parted with a kiss, and settled back. He saw a little messy spot of precome on Klavier’s belly and what could have been unshed tears in the corners of his eyes. There was the heady sense of satisfaction- he had done this to Klavier, made him weak with pleasure.
It was too difficult to ignore his own cock now, and he slid off the bed, stripping himself of his shirt and his pants. He left his boxers on, but ran a hand over his own bulge. He sucked in a breath as warmth churned in his belly, arousal spiking, and all he wanted to do was fuck Klavier and tell him how wonderful he was, how talented, how he deserved every good thing in the universe.
“Don’t move,” Apollo told Klavier, and after a moments consideration added, “Be good for me.”
He didn’t wait to see Klavier’s reaction. He turned on his heel and stepped into the en suite bathroom, going straight for the cupboard above the sink. It contained razors, bandages, Klavier’s sleeping pills but hidden away from prying eyes- namely, Trucy’s- were bottles of lube and condoms. They didn’t tend to use condoms any more, ever since they were both tested and Klavier requested bareback, but they were still there in case they were needed. He grabbed a bottle of lube and toyed around for a minute, just to keep Klavier waiting. Eventually he returned, not bothering to shut the cupboard door behind him.
It was a testament to what Apollo was capable of that Klavier hadn’t moved a muscle. Granted, he hadn’t been gone for long but he hadn’t completely expected good behaviour. He had dropped his legs back down but his hands were fisted in the sheets as if to hold himself back, to not touch. Apollo applauded his self-restraint. Maybe he deserved a reward.
Apollo settled back on the bed and immediately slicked a few of his fingers on his right hand. Klavier watched in silence as he put the lube to one side. He leaned over, hovering between Klavier’s legs, and looked at him seriously. “Were you good?”
Klavier nodded. The blush had calmed but his eyes were still glazed over. “Ja.”
“I knew you would be. I’m proud.” Apollo’s hand curled around Klavier’s cock and jacked it once, twice, thrice until Klavier’s hips were thrusting into his hand. He slipped two wet fingers inside, listening to Klavier’s hitch of breach and thrust them carefully. He knew Klavier could take it, but he didn’t want him to have to endure- he wanted him to enjoy. He multitasked, running his thumb over the head of Klavier’s cock and hearing him whine, long and weak. He added another finger when he thought Klavier was ready and spread them all apart, stretching him just enough to ease passage. The muscles in Klavier’s thighs flexed, but he didn’t say a word. “Good.”
He eventually pulled his fingers out with a wet noise that made Apollo blush this time, and he squirted a moderate amount of lube onto his palm and slicked himself up. He curled his hand firmly around his own cock, fucking his fist, and the touch felt too good to ignore. He swept his thumb over the head and choked out a breath, slicking himself up good. He thought about continuing, spilling himself over Klavier’s belly and maybe massaging Klavier’s prostate until he came all over himself, but he knew how good Klavier looked on his cock, and he could always do that later.
He forced himself to stop before he came too quickly, and wiped his wet hand on the bedsheets. Klavier looked about ready to protest but then Apollo leaned into him, kissing the complaint away before it could be given voice. He kissed him until he was out of breath.
“You’re lovely,” He said softly.
“I’d be lovelier if you’d hurry up and stick your cock in me.” Klavier said, surprisingly dry for a man panting for breath with a cock that looked so hard it must have hurt. “Apollo, schatzi, come on-“
“Alright,” Apollo grinned. “For someone with such a pretty mouth, you have a lot of vulgar words.”
Klavier grunted dismissively as Apollo lined himself up, pressing his head against him. Apollo held Klavier’s hips. He pulled Apollo closer, wrapping his legs around his waist and pushed his hips up impatiently. “Come on, come on.”
Apollo pushed forward without any further words, breaching him slowly, and they both sighed at the sensation. Klavier’s legs fluttered around his waist and his hands gripped his back tightly. “Fuck,” Klavier breathed, and Apollo couldn’t argue.
He moved as slowly as he could, sinking in deep, and then he waited for Klavier to adjust. The man squirmed, using his legs to draw him in and protested, “I don’t need you to wait, I don’t care about a little pain.”
“I don’t want you to hurt,” Apollo told him. “You deserve only good things, not pain.”
By the look on Klavier’s face, he didn’t know what to say to that. He said nothing, and only breathed deeply, in and out as he waited. Apollo distracted himself from the heat by kissing what skin he could reach, noting the flushed red. He was beautiful underneath him, like he always was and always would be.
Eventually, Klavier dropped his foot onto Apollo’s lower back. “Please.”
Apollo waited a moment longer before drawing out almost completely and pushing back in, groaning at the long stroke. He pressed their bodies together flush and thrust lowly, letting Klavier grow used to his presence. The man himself moaned softly, scratching at Apollo’s back. Their nights usually ended with someone’s back scratched to hell, but neither of them minded.
Apollo picked up the pace quickly, knowing he wouldn’t last long. His stomach was growing unbearably tight, only clenching further with each thrust and judging by the noises Klavier was making he wasn’t going to last long either. Apollo snapped his hips up, fucking him firmly.
“So amazing,” He said, his mouth a little dry. “You’re so incredible, so smart, so beautiful, you deserve so many good things and I wish I could give them to you-“
“Apollo,” Klavier gasped, as if ready to protest, but Apollo wouldn’t hear it.
“God, I love you, I love you so much.” He smoothed his hand down Klavier’s belly, feeling the heat and the muscles shifting underneath his skin. “You’re perfect, perfect-”
Klavier made a sound almost uncomfortably like a sob and grappled for him, yanking him closer like he was trying to pull him even deeper inside. Apollo thrust into him quicker now, rolling his hips in short circles. There was the familiar heat building in his stomach, and he wished he could fuck Klavier forever, have him crying out underneath him for longer than their bodies would allow.
But it had to end, and Apollo’s hand dropped until he found Klavier’s cock. He gripped it firmly and didn’t wait before bringing him off, thick amounts of precome serving as lube. Klavier’s noises came faster and louder, fuelled with desperation.
“You’re my sweet boy, aren’t you?” Apollo asked, voice breathless with satisfaction. This was how he liked Klavier, pleasured and pliant beneath him. “Aren’t you?”
Klavier’s legs were shaking, a sure sign that he was close. Sometimes when Apollo was feeling cruel or even when Klavier asked for it he would wait until Klavier was calling out his name as he fucked him, legs trembling- and then he would stop, grinding him hips deep inside and remaining completely still until Klavier begged prettily enough. But that wasn’t going to happen tonight- Apollo kept thrusting, pushing Klavier along to orgasm.
“Don’t worry,” He said, leaning in a little closer. The position was hard to keep up, but he wouldn’t have to do it for much longer. “I’ve got you, liebling.”
“Apollo!” Klavier cried, his voice thick, and then he was coming. Apollo kept jerking his cock the whole way through, pushing into him just as strong. Klavier was clinging to him, babbling nonsense in German, nails clawing in. They stung, but Apollo didn’t mind. “Oh, gott, Apollo!”
Klavier clenched around him tight- and that pushed Apollo along after him. His rhythm faltered as he came, choking out a moan and he fucked Klavier through their almost simultaneous orgasms. Klavier was desperate, legs falling and spreading wider, and it was only when Klavier was spent and flinching in oversensitivity that Apollo released him, slowing inside. He waited a moment, catching his breath before he drew out. He traced his thumb around Klavier’s hole again, feeling just how loose it was.
Klavier didn’t react to the touch. His eyes were closed, his face flushed a vivid red. Apollo touched his cheek, feeling the heat and asking worriedly, “Klavier?”
He didn’t say anything but he smiled a little, still panting. Relief filled him up and he wanted to draw him close and hold him until he fell asleep but he had other things to do- taking proper care of Klavier, for one.
Apollo pressed a dry kiss to Klavier’s slightly sweaty forehead. Pale gold strands were sticking to his skin. “I’ll be back,” He promised before slipping out of bed. He slipped on his boxers again and returned to the kitchen. He filled a glass with water and downed it himself, rehydrating himself before filling it back up. He dampened a cloth with warm water too, and carried both back to the bedroom.
Klavier hadn’t moved an inch. Apollo took the spot next to him on the bed and used the cloth to clean him, first wiping away the sweat on his forehead and then cleaning the mess on his belly and between his legs. He threw it in the bin when done. “Can you sit up?”
Klavier groaned with displeasure but got up, slowly and sluggishly. Apollo couldn’t imagine how heavy his limbs felt. He kissed his cheek as a tiny reward before holding the glass of cool water to his lips. He didn’t move it away until Klavier downed the whole thing. “Good boy,” He praised, and Klavier huffed out a laugh.
“You’ll make me want to go another round,” He said, even as he settled back down and curled up, not even bothering to get under the sheets. His words were thick with exhaustion, and he looked ready to fall asleep where he was. Apollo laughed quietly and pulled it out from underneath him, tucking him in lightly. “Mmm. I love you.”
Apollo knew no matter how often it was said, it would still make his heart burn and leap in his chest. He reached forward and ran his fingers through Klavier’s sweaty hair. The man needed a shower and they probably had to talk about this, but he supposed it could wait until the light of morning fell over their pillows. “I love you too, schatzi,” He said even when Klavier was clearly on the edge between sleep and reality, and meant it.