[fic] Guitars and Blow Jobs
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kiyala
Word Count: 1286
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Klavier Gavin / Daryan Crescend
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: gay men, surprise blow jobs and frottage
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Ace Attorney
Prompt: Klavier and Daryan are in a recording studio by themselves, and Daryan is doing a killer guitar solo for a song, let's say, My Boyfriend Is The Prosecution's Witness. Something that gets all of his passion into it, and Klavier... decides to suck him off while doing it. Either that, or option number two--he jerks himself off while listening to Daryan playing that guitar. You know how guitarists get when they're engrossed in the music-- biting their lips, sweating, working their with their fingers guitar like it's a cheap whore and they're payin' by the second.
Either option should lead to sex, and on the track during the song, there's grunting and groaning and gasping during one of the edited in solos. It just adds to the effect.
please and thank you?
TL;DR klavier sucks daryan off in a recording studio while he's playing the guitar
Just watching those fingers go makes him hard. And as if that isn’t bad enough – the rest makes it impossible for him to stay seated on the other side of the recording studio.
Klavier and Daryan are in the studio by themselves. The other band members have already hit the pub, but Klavier is insisting on perfection. For once, Daryan isn’t protesting. This most likely has something to do with the fact that they’re going over his guitar solo. A chance for Second Guitar to shine. Klavier is not disappointed. Instead, he wonders just how they’re going to be able to perform My Boyfriend is the Prosecution’s Witness live at concerts when he’s already reacting like this in a simple recording studio.
Daryan’s head is bowed, his eyes shut. He is lost in the music he is making as his fingers dance across the fret board; unaware of the world around him, of the way he bites his lower lip, or furrows his brow in concentration. He is completely oblivious to the fact that there are droplets of sweat dripping from his brow and chin and down his neck… and the fact that all of this combined makes him look just like he does in the middle of a heated fuck.
Klavier shifts uncomfortably in his seat, discretely palming his own cock through his pants. Daryan is too absorbed in his playing – he wouldn’t notice if Klavier were to jerk off right in front of him, the blond reasons to himself. But then he has an even better idea and a wicked grin spreads across his lips.
The headphones Daryan is wearing block the sound of Klavier approaching. The dark-haired man doesn’t even notice Klavier settling on his knees and smirking up at him.
Klavier is extremely impressed at the way that, when he places a hand against the other man’s inner thigh, Daryan manages not to miss any notes. He does jerk a little in surprise, and Klavier does hear his breath hitch when the hand slides further up. Between the guitar and Daryan’s crotch. Klavier squeezes gently, teasingly. Daryan keeps playing. He looks down at Klavier and the blond presses his lips to the guitarist’s thigh, kissing along the same trail his fingers had made.
Daryan gasps a little too loudly. Klavier is too absorbed in what he is doing to care and Daryan is too afraid to miss any notes in case it pisses the blond off and gets him out of this mood, because he enjoys it far too much. Even if it’s badly timed. He’s a bit annoyed at the fact that Klavier is directing his attention at the one part of his body that his guitar covers and how the fuck are you going to work around that, Genius? but then he has an idea and lifts his guitar just a bit. As usual, Klavier’s on the same wavelength as he is and shifts his head before Daryan brings the guitar back down, keeping the blond head right where he wants it.
Klavier places an open-mouthed kiss against Daryan’s clothed cock and the guitarist can’t believe how hard he is already. It’s getting harder to concentrate on the notes he’s playing and his fingers are just doing their own thing, moving in a pattern they know faster than his mind can comprehend. He’d really rather grab the back of Klavier’s head and push it right up against—mm, there. Klavier knows him so goddamn well.
He’s sweating more now and there’s still a few more bars’ worth of music left for him to play. Klavier’s hand slowly unzips the front of the other’s pants and Daryan grunts quietly as his underwear is pulled down far enough for Klavier to kiss his cock.
His concentration is slipping, but he doesn’t want to screw up. His arms are tired from playing all afternoon and he’s so very close to the end. Klavier slowly takes Daryan’s entire length into his mouth; swallowing around it, pulling his head back to tease the tip with his tongue and then taking in even more. Daryan clenches his teeth together, forcing himself to stay silent. Klavier’s lips slide back and forth over his cock. Just three more fucking bars.
His head spins when he realises that Klavier’s started humping his leg just a little. Probably isn’t even aware of it himself. Two bars. One bar. Finished. He unplugs his guitar and lets the cable fall to the floor and does the same with his headphones. He leans the guitar itself against a wall, close enough for him to reach but far enough out of the way.
“Perfect playing,” he hears Klavier murmur and he can hear the smug grin. “I’m proud of you, Daryan.”
“Fucker,” he mutters in reply and then grunts when Klavier starts sucking him again. Both his hands go into the blond hair, holding him in place. He can’t keep himself from gasping when Klavier deep-throats him and then starts massaging his balls.
Daryan pushes Klavier away before pulling him to his feet. Their shirts are discarded on the floor, both their pants are pushed down to their ankles and Daryan takes hold of Klavier’s erection, rubbing it against his own.
Klavier gasps against Daryan’s neck, rolling his hips forward. Daryan pushes one of his knees in between Klavier’s and grinds right back, still holding their cocks together. He’s dripping all over his hand and on Klavier too, and he can tell by Klavier’s expression that he fucking loves it. They grunt and gasp against each other’s ears every time their hips meet as Daryan fights his self control to make Klavier release first. He lets go of his own cock, giving Klavier all of his attention and it makes the blond throw his head back and get even louder. Klavier’s fingers are digging into his arms and Daryan strokes him in time to the soft ah, ah, ah, ah that the singer cannot hold back.
It’s all just too much, for both of them. Daryan’s hand falls to the side and he grabs Klavier’s hips and grinds like mad, which is enough to push them both over the edge. Klavier moans quietly as Daryan grunts, coming all over each other. They pant against each other’s mouths for a long moment, kissing idly once they can breathe properly.
A week later, they’re back in the recording studio sharing a bottle of beer as they edit the songs for the album.
“Wait a sec,” Daryan says, hitting the pause button. He rewinds a bit and turns the other parts down. “Is this…?”
They listen. Right after the solo – the part where the drums take over again – they can hear it. Them. Gasping, panting and grunting; muffled because it’s not into a mic, but it’s there all the same.
“…Ach, we forgot to turn the recorder off.”
Daryan swears under his breath. “Record it again, then?”
Klavier thinks for a moment and then gives the other man a sly grin. “…No. We keep it.”
He turns the other parts back up and now the gasping is only there if they know what to listen for. Klavier reaches for the bottle and takes a sip. “It adds to the effect, ja? …Besides, it’s not as though we can think of anything else when we play this song now.”
Daryan chuckles and shakes his head. He takes the bottle from Klavier’s hand, takes a sip and then kisses him. “No complaints here. As long as we don’t have to do it on stage every time we play this song.”
“You’d love that.”
“So would you.”
“The fangirls too, ja?”
“…Damn it, Klavier. Stop giving me ideas.”
x
Original Thread: here
Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 1286
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Klavier Gavin / Daryan Crescend
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: gay men, surprise blow jobs and frottage
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Ace Attorney
Prompt: Klavier and Daryan are in a recording studio by themselves, and Daryan is doing a killer guitar solo for a song, let's say, My Boyfriend Is The Prosecution's Witness. Something that gets all of his passion into it, and Klavier... decides to suck him off while doing it. Either that, or option number two--he jerks himself off while listening to Daryan playing that guitar. You know how guitarists get when they're engrossed in the music-- biting their lips, sweating, working their with their fingers guitar like it's a cheap whore and they're payin' by the second.
Either option should lead to sex, and on the track during the song, there's grunting and groaning and gasping during one of the edited in solos. It just adds to the effect.
please and thank you?
TL;DR klavier sucks daryan off in a recording studio while he's playing the guitar
Just watching those fingers go makes him hard. And as if that isn’t bad enough – the rest makes it impossible for him to stay seated on the other side of the recording studio.
Klavier and Daryan are in the studio by themselves. The other band members have already hit the pub, but Klavier is insisting on perfection. For once, Daryan isn’t protesting. This most likely has something to do with the fact that they’re going over his guitar solo. A chance for Second Guitar to shine. Klavier is not disappointed. Instead, he wonders just how they’re going to be able to perform My Boyfriend is the Prosecution’s Witness live at concerts when he’s already reacting like this in a simple recording studio.
Daryan’s head is bowed, his eyes shut. He is lost in the music he is making as his fingers dance across the fret board; unaware of the world around him, of the way he bites his lower lip, or furrows his brow in concentration. He is completely oblivious to the fact that there are droplets of sweat dripping from his brow and chin and down his neck… and the fact that all of this combined makes him look just like he does in the middle of a heated fuck.
Klavier shifts uncomfortably in his seat, discretely palming his own cock through his pants. Daryan is too absorbed in his playing – he wouldn’t notice if Klavier were to jerk off right in front of him, the blond reasons to himself. But then he has an even better idea and a wicked grin spreads across his lips.
The headphones Daryan is wearing block the sound of Klavier approaching. The dark-haired man doesn’t even notice Klavier settling on his knees and smirking up at him.
Klavier is extremely impressed at the way that, when he places a hand against the other man’s inner thigh, Daryan manages not to miss any notes. He does jerk a little in surprise, and Klavier does hear his breath hitch when the hand slides further up. Between the guitar and Daryan’s crotch. Klavier squeezes gently, teasingly. Daryan keeps playing. He looks down at Klavier and the blond presses his lips to the guitarist’s thigh, kissing along the same trail his fingers had made.
Daryan gasps a little too loudly. Klavier is too absorbed in what he is doing to care and Daryan is too afraid to miss any notes in case it pisses the blond off and gets him out of this mood, because he enjoys it far too much. Even if it’s badly timed. He’s a bit annoyed at the fact that Klavier is directing his attention at the one part of his body that his guitar covers and how the fuck are you going to work around that, Genius? but then he has an idea and lifts his guitar just a bit. As usual, Klavier’s on the same wavelength as he is and shifts his head before Daryan brings the guitar back down, keeping the blond head right where he wants it.
Klavier places an open-mouthed kiss against Daryan’s clothed cock and the guitarist can’t believe how hard he is already. It’s getting harder to concentrate on the notes he’s playing and his fingers are just doing their own thing, moving in a pattern they know faster than his mind can comprehend. He’d really rather grab the back of Klavier’s head and push it right up against—mm, there. Klavier knows him so goddamn well.
He’s sweating more now and there’s still a few more bars’ worth of music left for him to play. Klavier’s hand slowly unzips the front of the other’s pants and Daryan grunts quietly as his underwear is pulled down far enough for Klavier to kiss his cock.
His concentration is slipping, but he doesn’t want to screw up. His arms are tired from playing all afternoon and he’s so very close to the end. Klavier slowly takes Daryan’s entire length into his mouth; swallowing around it, pulling his head back to tease the tip with his tongue and then taking in even more. Daryan clenches his teeth together, forcing himself to stay silent. Klavier’s lips slide back and forth over his cock. Just three more fucking bars.
His head spins when he realises that Klavier’s started humping his leg just a little. Probably isn’t even aware of it himself. Two bars. One bar. Finished. He unplugs his guitar and lets the cable fall to the floor and does the same with his headphones. He leans the guitar itself against a wall, close enough for him to reach but far enough out of the way.
“Perfect playing,” he hears Klavier murmur and he can hear the smug grin. “I’m proud of you, Daryan.”
“Fucker,” he mutters in reply and then grunts when Klavier starts sucking him again. Both his hands go into the blond hair, holding him in place. He can’t keep himself from gasping when Klavier deep-throats him and then starts massaging his balls.
Daryan pushes Klavier away before pulling him to his feet. Their shirts are discarded on the floor, both their pants are pushed down to their ankles and Daryan takes hold of Klavier’s erection, rubbing it against his own.
Klavier gasps against Daryan’s neck, rolling his hips forward. Daryan pushes one of his knees in between Klavier’s and grinds right back, still holding their cocks together. He’s dripping all over his hand and on Klavier too, and he can tell by Klavier’s expression that he fucking loves it. They grunt and gasp against each other’s ears every time their hips meet as Daryan fights his self control to make Klavier release first. He lets go of his own cock, giving Klavier all of his attention and it makes the blond throw his head back and get even louder. Klavier’s fingers are digging into his arms and Daryan strokes him in time to the soft ah, ah, ah, ah that the singer cannot hold back.
It’s all just too much, for both of them. Daryan’s hand falls to the side and he grabs Klavier’s hips and grinds like mad, which is enough to push them both over the edge. Klavier moans quietly as Daryan grunts, coming all over each other. They pant against each other’s mouths for a long moment, kissing idly once they can breathe properly.
A week later, they’re back in the recording studio sharing a bottle of beer as they edit the songs for the album.
“Wait a sec,” Daryan says, hitting the pause button. He rewinds a bit and turns the other parts down. “Is this…?”
They listen. Right after the solo – the part where the drums take over again – they can hear it. Them. Gasping, panting and grunting; muffled because it’s not into a mic, but it’s there all the same.
“…Ach, we forgot to turn the recorder off.”
Daryan swears under his breath. “Record it again, then?”
Klavier thinks for a moment and then gives the other man a sly grin. “…No. We keep it.”
He turns the other parts back up and now the gasping is only there if they know what to listen for. Klavier reaches for the bottle and takes a sip. “It adds to the effect, ja? …Besides, it’s not as though we can think of anything else when we play this song now.”
Daryan chuckles and shakes his head. He takes the bottle from Klavier’s hand, takes a sip and then kisses him. “No complaints here. As long as we don’t have to do it on stage every time we play this song.”
“You’d love that.”
“So would you.”
“The fangirls too, ja?”
“…Damn it, Klavier. Stop giving me ideas.”
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