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Klavier let out a whimper.
Apollo’s eyes narrowed.
Klavier Gaving, by total chance, found himself in a situation he couldn’t exactly separate himself from.
Bent over an office desk.
With his courtroom rival, Apollo Justice, 3 fingers inside him.
Gavin seemed to get a little more excited with each twitch of Apollo’s fingers, trying to follow his rhythm. He felt everything. Ever crease, knuckle, bend, and movement of Apollo’s fingers. He seemed to be close to comeing already.
His erect cock hung infront of him, begging to be touched.
Apollo chuckled at the sight.
He brought his fingers back a smidge, before wedging them deeper than before. Klavier let out another wimper. The wet spot on the towel under him got bigger.
Klavier gasped for air. “Herr Forehead, please-fuck…-ngh!” He moved his hip up slightly, trying to follow Apollo’s movements. Apollo, was, of course, also horny. He wanted to start too.
But Klavier had to wait a little longer.
Apollo felt tingly. His arousal was close to catching up to him.
Klavier was desperate for Apollo’s erection to be inside him.
Apollo added one more finger.
With those, Klavier seemed to lose it. He relaxed his muscles, begging him to start already. His legs were then spread a little further. He let out a louder, more elongated groan. A certain part of his soul didn’t feel right until Apollo had started, so he begged him to start- but Apollo just smiled and dragged it out longer. The wet spot on the towel underneath Klaviers tip told Apollo he was almost ready.
Apollo pulled his fingers out of Klavier, prompting the man to try and follow his hand with his hips. He seemed slightly saddened now that the fingers were gone.
His sadness disappeared the moment he felt Apollo’s cock inside his walls. He arched his back further.
Apollo used his tip to rim the edges of Klavier’s hole, teasing him. Klavier looked ready to explode after just 10 seconds of that.
Apollo decided to not make him wait much longer.
He started with an inch, then 2, then 3, then, suddenly, the rest of his cock in one swift motion.
Klavier threw his hips back at the movement. He couldn’t help from moaning.
Apollo proceeded to bluild up a steady rhythm, Klaviers pink hole going up and down his length. He brought his hand up from his hips to Klavier’s waist.
Then came more wetness. The towel became even more soaked with Klavier’s fluid. What was once a small wet spot turned into a dripping pool of Klavier’s piss and pre-come.
Apollo brought his hands up even further, all the way up to Klaviers brown-pink nipples. With just a small rub on the tips, Klavier became even closer- amd he was so, so close-
Ngh-
Apollo’s cock felt amazing around his walls. It filled him so beautifully, went so steadily, and with good rhythm- it was slow enough to keep him at bay, but fast enough to keep him so close to an orgasm-
Klavier opened further.
Klaviers hole felt amazing on Apollo’s staff. It was tight enough to ejaculate him nicely, and wet enough to take all of his length like a good boy.
Klavier was so, so so close-
Apollo brought his left hand down to Klavier’s groin, teasing the sides of his crotch. He knew that even lying a finger on Klavier’s cock would cause him to finish immediately. He decided to keep Klavier at bay until Apollo finished.
With a few more thrusts of his erection, Apollo was almost there. He could feel the pending orgasm ready to affect him-
He was so close-
He brought his hand down, shooting it up and down Klaviers length, stroking it with smooth fingers,
And-
“Nngh-!~”
As soon as Klavier finished, his come shot out onto the desk- and Apollo finished at the same time. He came inside Klavier’s hole.
All they could see was white for a moment, orgasms ripping through them with such satisfaction-
Apollo continued rubbing his right fingers up and down Klavier’s nipples at the end.
They both kept deeply breathing, and Apollo slumped over Klavier, pulling out. Klavier felt empty without him inside him.
He gasped for air. “Fuck… Herr forehead…” he whimpered. A drop of sweat ran down his back.
Apollo took his hands off of Klaviers nipples.
“You okay?”
Klavier nodded. He looked up at Apollo. He seemed to hesitate slightly, looking down, and then back up. “Can you do that again?” He asked.
With how much Klavier had come and piss throughout the last 5 minutes, he was surprised he had any left, but he nodded. “Just one thing…”
He walked over to the fireplace, starting a small fire in the firewood. It made for a nice atmosphere. Cozy, warm, almost as if they were in a cabin-
But Apollo had a plan for this fireplace.
He turned back to Klavier, still bent over the desk, and asked one simple question.
“You ready?”
Klavier nodded.
Apollo understood, shuffling back over to the desk. So, they repeated the first process. Apollo kept his length fully lodged into Klavier, his movements rhythmic and steady, causing Klavier to be as aroused as possible.
Klavier whimpered. “Mph- I’m about… ngh-!”
No more needed be said. Apollo put his hands around Klavier’s waists, pulling up and aiming him toward the fire-
Klavier leaned back against Apollo slightly. Apollo lied a few fingers to the same spot as before before stroking him, and pushing in an even deeper thrust. This time, Apollo came into Klavier first, and then Klavier’s come shot from his erection, and across the few feet between them and the fire. It hit the flaming wood with a sizzle.
Klavier’s piss ran down his leg. He whimpered, an orgasm with the same might as the last one washing over him in waves, pulsating from his cock.
He gasped for air once more, steadying his weight on the desk.
Apollo was proud of himself. Neither of them felt full, nor out of energy. So, when Klavier asked for another round, Apollo accepted.
They did a replay of the first round. This time, the towel was pretty much completely soiled. It was completely full of 3 rounds of piss and fluid, and 2 rounds of come. Klavier was also filled with 3 rounds of Apollo’s come.
So, they decided to take a break. Klavier decided to retire the towel. It had been through enough. Plus, they had more. Apollo sat on the desk. It was a little damp from the things the towel couldn’t fully absorb. He needed the rest. After the third round, he was practically heaving.
Apollo decided to let Klavier top after like he normally did.
When they got to their fourth round, this time, Apollo was pinned to the desk. Klavier was undeniably good as a top. He’d always topped. Apollo was almost sure that he’d had a better orgasm as a bottom than a top, because he was that good. For some reason, Apollo hadn’t piss or come as much as Klavier had by the third round as a bottom. Maybe he was just dry.
After they did 3 rounds on each side, Apollo was almost ready to stop. He just needed a few more things.
He tied Klavier’s hands behind his back. Klavier couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. When Apollo’s hand started nearing his crotch, however, it became clear.
Apollo gently pressed around the base of Klavier’s shaft. Klavier whimpered slightly at the erotic touch, becoming slightly harder.
Apollo then gently used his fingers to go up and down his length, from the base of it to the very tip, and Klavier’s erection grew with each inch covered.
Apollo then picked up the pace a little bit. He stroked it up and down with more blunt and abrupt fingering. Klavier threw his head back in arousal with a small whimper.
Pre-come started leaving his tip, glistening in the light of the fire, and he was on the brink of finishing. Apollo brought his other hand up. He used it to tease Klaviers pink nipples.
Klavier groaned at the rhythm Apollo was building up. He was so close. The euphoria from the imminent orgasm was nearing-
Klavier whimpered-
And-
Apollo then stroked it one last time to finish him off.
Come shot out of his tip, reaching the hardwood floor about three feet away. He let out a groan.
Apollo used the hand he’d been keeping clean to grab Klavier’s hair, pulling him in for a deep kiss. The taste of their two mouths clashing was unlike anything else.
Apollo was glad to be where he was.
After they engaged in a few more… activities, Apollo looked around the room.
The desk had a puddle of piss on it that he couldn’t tell whose it was. Perhaps it was Klavier, perhaps it was Apollo’s, or perhaps it was a mixture of both. A similar puddle of piss was on the floor. He could see some slick precome, which was obviously from what had happened just now. A small streak of come was in the direction of the door. Another bit of come was near the desk.
His hand was now covered in the same variety of bodily fluids you’d find in the towels.
Now they had a whole new problem to deal with.