[fic] Indulgence
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shannys_cornerTitle: Indulgence
Original Thread: here
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kiyala
Word Count: 1812
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Klavier Gavin / Daryan Crescend
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: gay men, rimming
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Ace Attorney
Prompt: k, meme. This anon thinks more rimming is needed around here. Pretty pretty please? Anon's OTP is Klavier/Daryan (and I don't mind who's on the receiving end), but I'm flexible on the pairing if it means I'll get me some good rimming fic (some f/f might be fun, actually).
Be good to me, meme, I've got 17,000 words of dissertation to make presentable in the next 5 days :s
Sometimes he’d wonder about these things. It wasn’t quite self-doubt, but idle curiosity. Something to muse about when he had nothing better to occupy his mind. He wondered if this was all happening because they were rock stars and this was just what rock stars did, when they were as famous as they were. Like they were living up to the expectations at the back of people’s minds. It made sense, didn’t it? They were best friends, people went as far as likening them to a married couple (heh, that made Klavier flip the first time) and this was just what rock stars did when they were famous and good friends, right?
Daryan pushed the thought from his mind, staring out of the window of the limousine as it took them to their hotel. Klavier was sitting on the other end of the seat, looking in the opposite direction and lost in his own world. Their drummer had stayed back a while to sort out something with his kit and the two other members were sitting across from them, talking about a case they were both on.
He caught Klavier’s movement from the corner of his eye, as the blond shifted his position on the seat, despite looking in the opposite direction. He turned his head a little, gaze travelling over Klavier’s body, taking in the slightly crumpled clothing that was only going to get more crumpled by the end of the night, the way his hair was uncurling from the drill and the way the G necklace was resting heavily on Klavier’s chest, as though even it was too tired to hang properly.
Their bassist caught Daryan staring and raised an eyebrow with a smirk.
“If you’re gonna jump him, we’ll walk back to the hotel.”
Klavier lifted his head, suddenly paying attention to the conversation. He looked at Daryan, who was frowning and not looking back.
“Shut up, man. No one’s jumpin’ anyone. Not here, anyway.”
“Oh hey, did I tell you about that chick on the weekend?” the bassist asked, turning to their keyboardist.
Daryan went back to ignoring their conversation, but could feel Klavier’s eyes on him. He’d gotten his hair down, out of his on-stage style so it fell all the way down his back. Messy and unruly, just the way that drove Klavier wild in all the right ways.
“Haha, seriously, Gavin. You want us to walk? Won’t hold it against you or anything.”
“Shut up and sit,” Daryan muttered, feeling colour rising to his cheeks. “And if you don’t, you guys will be walkin’ back.”
Klavier exhaled quietly and Daryan remembered why he preferred riding back from concerts alone. Or alone with Klavier. He knew the blond well enough to know that they were both thinking the same thing.
Their arrival at the hotel couldn’t have been slower, but they were finally there and they got out of the car, carrying their instruments to their rooms. The other two were planning to go out to a club after showering, knowing better than to invite them along. Daryan followed Klavier into his hotel room and locked the door behind them.
Klavier placed his guitar case on the floor beside the couch and let out a long sigh, forcing himself to relax. Daryan put his own case down beside Klavier’s before straightening up and reaching for the other’s hips, pulling him backwards. Klavier’s back met Daryan’s chest and they were both aware of the jittery feeling in their chests that became better and worse at the same time. Klavier felt Daryan half-hard, pressing against him and automatically rubbed back against his friend. Daryan swore under his breath, his grip tightening on Klavier’s hips long enough to grind back before letting go. Klavier could feel exactly where Daryan’s fingers had been, even when the guitarist sat down on the couch and undid his boots. Klavier kicked his own shoes off, joining Daryan on the couch and leaning into the arm that wrapped around his shoulders.
“You alright?”
“Fine. Perhaps a little wound up. Nothing a hot shower won’t fix, ja?”
“Alone, or…?”
Klavier’s lips spread into a smirk. “What do you think, Daryan?”
Rising to his feet, he found Daryan’s hand and pulled him along, towards the shower. They took their time undressing each other, taking their time to appreciate everything along the way; from the way Daryan groaned when his neck was bitten to the way Klavier’s nipples hardened the moment Daryan touched them. Had they still been teenagers, they would have been on their third round of sex by now – their fellow band members had very good reasons for offering to leave them to themselves, but they’d grown and perhaps they’d matured as well. Their reasons for doing this had changed. Of course they were still pumped up on adrenaline and they both still wanted each other naked and sprawled on the hotel bed, but that could wait now. Everything in between was just as good.
Klavier shut his eyes, turning his face away from the spray of water from the showerhead and feels Daryan’s hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer and into a kiss. Their arms circled around each other as they deepened the kiss, ignoring their erections for a moment until Klavier pushed Daryan against one of the tiled walls. The dark-haired man hissed, first because of the jarring contrast between the warm water and cold tiles and then in pleasure when Klavier stroked his cock firmly. Klavier smiled, moving closer and pressing his lips against Daryan’s neck. Daryan turned his head so he could kiss Klavier’s lips, pushing his tongue into the other’s mouth, hand coming up to hold the back of his head.
A few years ago, they would have been gripping onto each other’s hips, pushing and pulling until one of them ended up against the wall and the other ended up fucking them until neither of them could stand any more. Now, their passion was just as intense, but expressed in an entirely different way. Klavier melted against Daryan with a soft moan at the way their tongues rubbed against each other. Daryan pulled him even closer, striving to make that moan louder.
Of all the people Klavier had kissed – and there’d been a fair few – Daryan was the best. He suspected from the way that when they went clubbing, he found Daryan up against the wall kissing some girl senseless more often than not, he was not alone in this opinion.
Daryan wasn’t the type to Talk, or outwardly express any emotion other than irritation. But kissing him was a different matter – his kisses were honest. Hard and passionate; soft and gentle; faint and distracted. Klavier selfishly liked to believe that he was the only one who had tasted Daryan’s desperate and needy kisses – the ones he was tasting right now. If they could be translated to words, perhaps they would be fuck, I need you right now or I’ll explode, Klavier guessed based on his own feelings and the way that they were both almost always on the same wavelength.
Klavier’s hand was hanging uselessly just near Daryan’s cock and remembering it, he moved it forward to massage the other’s balls.
“Jesus, Klavier,” he gasped and pressed his head back against the tiled wall.
Klavier got down on his knees, placing his hands on Daryan’s hips. He smirked at the way Daryan groaned in approval when he realised what came next, then pressed his lips to the head of the erection. He felt Daryan’s hands in his hair, holding him in place.
He took his time, teasing Daryan to the point where he began to shudder and swear under his breath. He moved his head away and Daryan swore louder in protest. “What the fuck, man!”
Klavier chuckled, leaning back on his legs and pulling on Daryan’s hips. “Turn around.”
“Around?”
“Face the wall,” Klavier murmured and anticipated Daryan’s hesitance. “… At least humour me, ja?”
“Fine.” The guitarist’s hips made a semi-circle as he turned to face the wall.
“I’ll stop if you want me to,” Klavier spoke. “…But I want to try this out at least once.”
Daryan was about to ask exactly what the other man was talking about, but then he felt Klavier’s lips against his inner thigh. He spread his legs further, pressing his forehead against the tiles and taking a deep breath.
“This better be worth it,” he muttered. “My balls feel like they’re gonna explode.”
“You’re exaggerating,” Klavier replied, rubbing his index over Daryan’s sac. He knew from experience that if Daryan was that desperate for release, he’d take matters into his own hands.
“Klavier…” Daryan moaned warningly, balling his hands into fists.
“Right, right. As you wish.”
Daryan frowned when he felt Klavier’s hands spreading his legs further, then twitched when he felt Klavier’s lips right near his entrance.
“No way,” he breathed in disbelief.
“Yes,” Klavier murmured, running his fingertip along the ring of muscle. Then he did the same with his tongue.
If Daryan’s sharp intake of breath was any indication, he had definitely enjoyed that. Klavier used a mix of water and the precum dripping from Daryan’s cock to coat his fingers before pushing them into the guitarist’s body one at a time.
Klavier’s tongue lapped at the stretched muscle before he pulled his fingers away, using his hands to spread Daryan’s ass.
“F-fuckinghellKlavier,” the dark-haired man gasped when he felt the other’s tongue, first teasing his entrance before pushing its way into him. His legs shook and he bit his lip as he panted.
Klavier moved his tongue, enjoying the way it made Daryan’s entire body jerk in response. He bobbed his head, using the movement to help him fuck Daryan with his tongue. He revelled in the way Daryan was moaning for more and reached around to take hold of the neglected erection, pumping it in time to his tongue’s movements. It overwhelmed Daryan, his moans increasing in volume until he released hard, against the shower wall.
“Ah, that’s right,” Klavier sighed, satisfied. He sank to a more comfortable position, sitting on the floor and ran a hand through his wet, messed hair. “That’s exactly what I wanted to do to you.”
Daryan turned slowly and sank to the floor, reaching up only to turn the water off. Klavier leaned forward, wincing slightly as his knees protested to being pressed against the hard floor for so long. He traced Daryan’s collar bone with his tongue and smirked.
“Did you enjoy that, Daryan?”
“Yeah.” Understatement of the year.
“I wasn’t sure how open you would be to the idea of… what’s with that expression?”
Daryan was watching him with determination and his expression turned into a wicked grin. He grabbed Klavier and pushed him to his feet.
“Your turn.”
x
Original Thread: here
Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 1812
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Klavier Gavin / Daryan Crescend
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: gay men, rimming
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Ace Attorney
Prompt: k, meme. This anon thinks more rimming is needed around here. Pretty pretty please? Anon's OTP is Klavier/Daryan (and I don't mind who's on the receiving end), but I'm flexible on the pairing if it means I'll get me some good rimming fic (some f/f might be fun, actually).
Be good to me, meme, I've got 17,000 words of dissertation to make presentable in the next 5 days :s
Sometimes he’d wonder about these things. It wasn’t quite self-doubt, but idle curiosity. Something to muse about when he had nothing better to occupy his mind. He wondered if this was all happening because they were rock stars and this was just what rock stars did, when they were as famous as they were. Like they were living up to the expectations at the back of people’s minds. It made sense, didn’t it? They were best friends, people went as far as likening them to a married couple (heh, that made Klavier flip the first time) and this was just what rock stars did when they were famous and good friends, right?
Daryan pushed the thought from his mind, staring out of the window of the limousine as it took them to their hotel. Klavier was sitting on the other end of the seat, looking in the opposite direction and lost in his own world. Their drummer had stayed back a while to sort out something with his kit and the two other members were sitting across from them, talking about a case they were both on.
He caught Klavier’s movement from the corner of his eye, as the blond shifted his position on the seat, despite looking in the opposite direction. He turned his head a little, gaze travelling over Klavier’s body, taking in the slightly crumpled clothing that was only going to get more crumpled by the end of the night, the way his hair was uncurling from the drill and the way the G necklace was resting heavily on Klavier’s chest, as though even it was too tired to hang properly.
Their bassist caught Daryan staring and raised an eyebrow with a smirk.
“If you’re gonna jump him, we’ll walk back to the hotel.”
Klavier lifted his head, suddenly paying attention to the conversation. He looked at Daryan, who was frowning and not looking back.
“Shut up, man. No one’s jumpin’ anyone. Not here, anyway.”
“Oh hey, did I tell you about that chick on the weekend?” the bassist asked, turning to their keyboardist.
Daryan went back to ignoring their conversation, but could feel Klavier’s eyes on him. He’d gotten his hair down, out of his on-stage style so it fell all the way down his back. Messy and unruly, just the way that drove Klavier wild in all the right ways.
“Haha, seriously, Gavin. You want us to walk? Won’t hold it against you or anything.”
“Shut up and sit,” Daryan muttered, feeling colour rising to his cheeks. “And if you don’t, you guys will be walkin’ back.”
Klavier exhaled quietly and Daryan remembered why he preferred riding back from concerts alone. Or alone with Klavier. He knew the blond well enough to know that they were both thinking the same thing.
Their arrival at the hotel couldn’t have been slower, but they were finally there and they got out of the car, carrying their instruments to their rooms. The other two were planning to go out to a club after showering, knowing better than to invite them along. Daryan followed Klavier into his hotel room and locked the door behind them.
Klavier placed his guitar case on the floor beside the couch and let out a long sigh, forcing himself to relax. Daryan put his own case down beside Klavier’s before straightening up and reaching for the other’s hips, pulling him backwards. Klavier’s back met Daryan’s chest and they were both aware of the jittery feeling in their chests that became better and worse at the same time. Klavier felt Daryan half-hard, pressing against him and automatically rubbed back against his friend. Daryan swore under his breath, his grip tightening on Klavier’s hips long enough to grind back before letting go. Klavier could feel exactly where Daryan’s fingers had been, even when the guitarist sat down on the couch and undid his boots. Klavier kicked his own shoes off, joining Daryan on the couch and leaning into the arm that wrapped around his shoulders.
“You alright?”
“Fine. Perhaps a little wound up. Nothing a hot shower won’t fix, ja?”
“Alone, or…?”
Klavier’s lips spread into a smirk. “What do you think, Daryan?”
Rising to his feet, he found Daryan’s hand and pulled him along, towards the shower. They took their time undressing each other, taking their time to appreciate everything along the way; from the way Daryan groaned when his neck was bitten to the way Klavier’s nipples hardened the moment Daryan touched them. Had they still been teenagers, they would have been on their third round of sex by now – their fellow band members had very good reasons for offering to leave them to themselves, but they’d grown and perhaps they’d matured as well. Their reasons for doing this had changed. Of course they were still pumped up on adrenaline and they both still wanted each other naked and sprawled on the hotel bed, but that could wait now. Everything in between was just as good.
Klavier shut his eyes, turning his face away from the spray of water from the showerhead and feels Daryan’s hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer and into a kiss. Their arms circled around each other as they deepened the kiss, ignoring their erections for a moment until Klavier pushed Daryan against one of the tiled walls. The dark-haired man hissed, first because of the jarring contrast between the warm water and cold tiles and then in pleasure when Klavier stroked his cock firmly. Klavier smiled, moving closer and pressing his lips against Daryan’s neck. Daryan turned his head so he could kiss Klavier’s lips, pushing his tongue into the other’s mouth, hand coming up to hold the back of his head.
A few years ago, they would have been gripping onto each other’s hips, pushing and pulling until one of them ended up against the wall and the other ended up fucking them until neither of them could stand any more. Now, their passion was just as intense, but expressed in an entirely different way. Klavier melted against Daryan with a soft moan at the way their tongues rubbed against each other. Daryan pulled him even closer, striving to make that moan louder.
Of all the people Klavier had kissed – and there’d been a fair few – Daryan was the best. He suspected from the way that when they went clubbing, he found Daryan up against the wall kissing some girl senseless more often than not, he was not alone in this opinion.
Daryan wasn’t the type to Talk, or outwardly express any emotion other than irritation. But kissing him was a different matter – his kisses were honest. Hard and passionate; soft and gentle; faint and distracted. Klavier selfishly liked to believe that he was the only one who had tasted Daryan’s desperate and needy kisses – the ones he was tasting right now. If they could be translated to words, perhaps they would be fuck, I need you right now or I’ll explode, Klavier guessed based on his own feelings and the way that they were both almost always on the same wavelength.
Klavier’s hand was hanging uselessly just near Daryan’s cock and remembering it, he moved it forward to massage the other’s balls.
“Jesus, Klavier,” he gasped and pressed his head back against the tiled wall.
Klavier got down on his knees, placing his hands on Daryan’s hips. He smirked at the way Daryan groaned in approval when he realised what came next, then pressed his lips to the head of the erection. He felt Daryan’s hands in his hair, holding him in place.
He took his time, teasing Daryan to the point where he began to shudder and swear under his breath. He moved his head away and Daryan swore louder in protest. “What the fuck, man!”
Klavier chuckled, leaning back on his legs and pulling on Daryan’s hips. “Turn around.”
“Around?”
“Face the wall,” Klavier murmured and anticipated Daryan’s hesitance. “… At least humour me, ja?”
“Fine.” The guitarist’s hips made a semi-circle as he turned to face the wall.
“I’ll stop if you want me to,” Klavier spoke. “…But I want to try this out at least once.”
Daryan was about to ask exactly what the other man was talking about, but then he felt Klavier’s lips against his inner thigh. He spread his legs further, pressing his forehead against the tiles and taking a deep breath.
“This better be worth it,” he muttered. “My balls feel like they’re gonna explode.”
“You’re exaggerating,” Klavier replied, rubbing his index over Daryan’s sac. He knew from experience that if Daryan was that desperate for release, he’d take matters into his own hands.
“Klavier…” Daryan moaned warningly, balling his hands into fists.
“Right, right. As you wish.”
Daryan frowned when he felt Klavier’s hands spreading his legs further, then twitched when he felt Klavier’s lips right near his entrance.
“No way,” he breathed in disbelief.
“Yes,” Klavier murmured, running his fingertip along the ring of muscle. Then he did the same with his tongue.
If Daryan’s sharp intake of breath was any indication, he had definitely enjoyed that. Klavier used a mix of water and the precum dripping from Daryan’s cock to coat his fingers before pushing them into the guitarist’s body one at a time.
Klavier’s tongue lapped at the stretched muscle before he pulled his fingers away, using his hands to spread Daryan’s ass.
“F-fuckinghellKlavier,” the dark-haired man gasped when he felt the other’s tongue, first teasing his entrance before pushing its way into him. His legs shook and he bit his lip as he panted.
Klavier moved his tongue, enjoying the way it made Daryan’s entire body jerk in response. He bobbed his head, using the movement to help him fuck Daryan with his tongue. He revelled in the way Daryan was moaning for more and reached around to take hold of the neglected erection, pumping it in time to his tongue’s movements. It overwhelmed Daryan, his moans increasing in volume until he released hard, against the shower wall.
“Ah, that’s right,” Klavier sighed, satisfied. He sank to a more comfortable position, sitting on the floor and ran a hand through his wet, messed hair. “That’s exactly what I wanted to do to you.”
Daryan turned slowly and sank to the floor, reaching up only to turn the water off. Klavier leaned forward, wincing slightly as his knees protested to being pressed against the hard floor for so long. He traced Daryan’s collar bone with his tongue and smirked.
“Did you enjoy that, Daryan?”
“Yeah.” Understatement of the year.
“I wasn’t sure how open you would be to the idea of… what’s with that expression?”
Daryan was watching him with determination and his expression turned into a wicked grin. He grabbed Klavier and pushed him to his feet.
“Your turn.”
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