Fanfic (Ace Attorney): Obedience
Title: Obedience
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kristoph/Apollo
Disclaimer: I don't own Gyakuten Saiban; if I did we'd get another Apollo Justice game asap.
Warnings: BDSM themes, spanking
Summary: Kristoph continues to teach Apollo how to be a good boy.
Note: Direct sequel to His Word Is Law, will probably not make much sense on its own. Losely for the "drabble game" prompt "office".
Apollo couldn't have ignored the red collar, no matter how much he tried. It sat on his desk like a heavy weight in the room with its very own presence, as if someone were constantly staring at his back. He'd put it away in a drawer when he'd first seen it, but no matter what he did that morning, his thoughts drifted back to the small band of leather hidden away in his desk. It unnerved him more than he'd thought possible.
In the end he took it out again and, after looking at it for a few long minutes, stuffed it in his pocket. It was a bit too stiff to fit easily, but he couldn't possibly leave it out of sight entirely, god knew why. And of course he couldn't put it on either. That would be ridiculous! ...right?
He stopped dead in his tracks, not for the first time that day, and felt the collar through his pocket. Why had Mr. Gavin left it for him? Last night had been a one time thing, just one party he'd been invited to because his boss had lacked a plus one. It would never happen again, which was good, because it had been far from normal and had confused Apollo so very much.
He still felt it in his body. The stinging of the whip (or whatever it was) on his back and the slight chafing of the cuffs around his wrists, he could feel both and even see them. He'd looked at his back in the mirror that morning and seen the red lashes that had not quite faded, and there were matching rad marks on his wrists. They tingled when he touched them, and it wasn't just in pain. He was very careful not to touch them, because it would only lead to embarassment.
Sometimes, when he swallowed a sip of water, he thought he could still taste Mr. Gavin in his mouth. The thought alone made his face grow hot and it was a mental effort to shake himself from that frozen state of remembering and get back to work.
It didn't help that everything in the office screamed 'Kristoph Gavin': the elegant style, a mix of modern and classical elements, the books and records, even the smell.
He didn't get much work done before lunch. It was then that Mr. Gavin arrived (he'd been meeting with a client at court earlier), and even though he seemed plesant as always as he greeted Apollo, his eyes narrowed just a bit when he adjusted his glasses, and Apollo felt more than a little nervous when he was asked into his boss's private office minutes later.
He took a deep breath and knocked. “M-Mr. Gavin...?”, he asked as he entered the room.
His boss was seated at his desk, going over a few letters that had arrived this morning; Apollo had laid them out for him himself.
“Do come in, Justice, I'll be just a moment.”, Mr. Gavin said without looking up.
Apollo closed the door and leaned against it, waiting with as much patience as he could muster.
“Posture, Justice.”, Kristoph corrected, even though his attention was still with his correspondance.
Flushing red, Apollo stood up straighter. Mr. Gavin had explained to him several times that one's posture was the key to how people perceived him, and that he had to show the world his confidence. Problem was, he wasn't feeling very confident right now.
It only took a few minutes (though it certainly felt longer to Apollo) before the paper work was pushed aside and a cool gaze was fixed on Apollo.
“Come here.”, Kristoph demanded with a calm voice and Apollo hastened to obey, unable to fight the odd feeling that he'd done something wrong, though he couldn't think of any task he might have failed.
“Sir?”, he stood by the desk, visibly uncomfortable under his boss's scrutinizing gaze.
“I thought you were a good boy, Apollo. You didn't strike me as a trouble maker.”
“I'm not, sir!”, Apollo replied at once. He wouldn't want to cause Mr. Gavin any trouble, seeing how he couldn't ask for a better boss or a kinder mentor.
Kristoph smiled. “That's right. You're so attentive, you never forget what I tell you, do you?”
“Of course not!”, a slight shake of his head, “There's so much I can learn from you, I wouldn't want to forget anything!”
“Indeed. So tell me Apollo, what did I teach you yesterday?”
Apollo stilled. Yesterday... after work? Everything was kind of a blur, he didn't remember anything clearly. Except, maybe, one thing: “'My word is law', you said, sir...”, he answered slowly.
That seemed to please Mr. Gavin, who nodded once, encouragingly. “Since you remember so well, I'm sure there's a reason you're not wearing your collar, like the good boy you are.”
So there it was. Mr. Gavin really did expect him to... to wear it. “I... I thought... I mean...”, he stopped himself. He really didn't know what to say. “I'm sorry, sir.”
Kristoph stood up, lightly petting his apprentice's head. “I'll forgive you this once, Apollo, but you'll have to earn it, understood?”
“Yes, sir!”, he said at once, mostly because he definitely wanted Mr. Gavin to forgive him and less because he understood what that entailed. He did pull the collar from his pocket though, holding it out apologetically. “I wasn't sure, whether I... whether I should...”, he tried to explain.
“I see no reason why you shouldn't.”, Kristoph said with that smile of his that meant everything would be all right. He'd make it so. And just like that he took the collar from Apollo's hands and fastened it around his neck, just as he had the night before.
Apollo swallowed at the sensation. Odd yet familiar, he didn't quite know how to feel about it, it was all going so fast!
“Sir...”, he began, but was cut off imediately.
“Be still for a while. I'll help you earn my forgiveness now.”, Kristoph announced, “I'm not angry with you, don't worry. But wrong behavior has to be corrected, as I'm sure you'll agree.”
Apollo nodded and kept silent, like he'd been told.
He didn't protest when he was bent over Mr. Gavin's desk, ballanced on his elbows, and he hardly even flinched when his pants were opened and pushed past his hips, followed by his underwear. He did shiver when his legs were spread, unsure of what was going to happen next, but he'd find out quickly.
Out of nowhere there was a sharp slap on his bared ass, and yelp (that sounded obsenely loud in the otherwise silent office) escaped him. He had no time to get his thoughts into order as one slap was quickly followed by the next with hardly enough time for him to take a steadying breath.
He knew it wasn't Mr. Gavin's hand, but some sort of wooden instrument, but he couldn't tell what it was exactly. He did feel one hand at the small of his back though, giving him balance, and he was grateful for that.
He couldn't hold back his whimpers after a while, nor could he suppress the tears that began to run down his face, and only then did the beating - the spanking - finally stop. His breath came in hick ups as he tried to calm himself, a helpful hand rubbing soft cirles on his back.
“There. That's a good boy.”, he heard Mr. Gavin say, and he sounded so pleased that Apollo couldn't help but feel a rush of joy, of pleasure, run through his body, and even his abused backside suddenly tingled with a pleasant heat.
“Th-Thank you, sir.”, he murmured, softly, and meant it.
“You're quite welcome.”
Apollo sighed with relief, somehow glad to have been punished and that now all was well between them. Gone were thoughts of embarassment, of the oddness of wearing a collar and the fact that he'd just received a spanking in his mentor's own office.
The sound of wood on wood made him startle: a little paddle had been placed on the desk next to him. So this was what Mr. Gavin had been spanking him with. Apollo really couldn't blush any harder than he already did, but his body sure tried. He stared straight ahead, not daring to look over his shoulder.
He moaned softly at the touch of warm, gloved fingers against his sore backside and burried his face in his arms. He remembered then, that when Mr. Gavin had beaten him last night, he'd gotten aroused and though he still couldn't say why his body reacted so oddly, it didn't stop him from having the same problem once more. On one hand, the fabric of the gloves, fine as they were, felt rough and painful on his tortured red skin, but on the other hand it sent jolts of pleasure right to his cock.
“Yes, it is just as I said.”, Kristoph mused, touching his student shamelessly, seemingly oblivious to the state he wa sin.
“What is...?”, Apollo asked carefully, trying and failing spectecularly to keep his voice steady.
“You're quite the masochist, boy.”, he said and chuckled softly at Apollo's immediate gasp of shock. “It's nothing bad, I asure you. In fact, I am pleased. It will make hurting you so much more rewarding for both of us.”
Apollo fought the distracting way his body was feeling and gathered all of his bravery for what he was about to say: “Sir, I'm... I'm not sure about this.”
He braced himself for a punishment that didn't come. There were a few moments of utter silence, before Kristoph spoke. “Your uncertainty is understandable. But don't worry, I know what you need, and what's best for you.”
It sounded a lot like what he'd been told concerning matters of law since he came to study under Kristoph. But could he really trust him unconditionally, if things turned out to be so unusual, wo weird and confusing?
“But, sir...”
“That's enough, Apollo.”, that was Kristoph's strict voice. He didn't use it often, but when he did, it meant the discussion was over, he'd made his point, and no more questions would be answered. “I can see there's still a lot for you to learn, as is to be expected. But I can't have you question me at every turn.”
Apollo found that really difficult to follow, because his head was full of questions, only he was feeling too dizzy from arousal and even a little scared to ask them. His silence seemed to be alright though, because his back and butt were petted softly once more.
“Just do as I say, and everything will be fine.”
Which was true, as far as Apollo could tell, but he still wasn't sure whether he should really be submitting to his boss like this. It was clearly not within the bounds of their professional relationship of mentor and student! ...or was it?
“Y-yes, sir. You're my mentor, aren't you...?”
The smile was back in Kristoph's voice when he answered. “Yes, I am.”, and Apollo wanted to do his best to please Mr. Gavin, so he'd have no reason to be cross with him. “Well, let's finish this, shall we?”
Apollo swallowed, bracing himself for whatever Mr. Gavin had planned. He waited, eyes closed, trying not to think of his aching erection that just wouldn't go away.
He was surprised, and let out a rather undignified whine, when a cool lotion was applied to his sore skin like a massage of the most embarrassing sort. But it felt good, pleasantly soothing, and he wished he'd have something like that for his entire back that still held the traces of last night.
Gradually Apollo began to relax unser Kristoph's hands, all conscious thought slipping away as he slipped into a state of half walking, half sleeping. There was nothing but his skin and Kristoph's hands, and nothing to separate the two.
“You will allow me to do with you as I please.”, Mr. Gavin stated calmly, only kust loud enough for Apollo to understand him.
His apprentice nodded absentmindedly. “Yes, sir.”
“Always, Apollo.”, he added emphatically, only to receive the same answer as before, a soft “yes, sir”. It was obviously the right answer, as Kristoph went on in a find tone: “And don't you forget it.”
More sticky fluid was added to his backside, and elegant, long fingers began to press and probe at his entrance there, mentally preparing Apollo for the penetration that followed soon after. His eyes flashed wide open as he fought his body's reflex and tried to relax; he knew what was going to happen, but couldn't believe it was all real.
Apollo know how this worked, in theory. He'd even seen it at the club the night before, but only from the corner of his eye, and it hadn't been too revealing. Now he could feel everything, the single digit inside him that, after a good while of getting him used to the feeling of something inside him, turned into two, that slowly streched him.
Kristoph took his time, never rushing his movements, so when he finally added a third finger, Apollo felt more relaxed than panic (though that was definitely part of this equation, no way around it), he'd even call it enjoyable, though his mind was too muddled to find the connection between being opened to such an intimate touch and the nice buzz in his head.
Until, that is, something inside him erupted into a burst of sudden, unexpected pleasure, making him see stars and bringing his arousal back with full force.
“Sir! I... oh god, sir, please... what...”, he stumbled over his words and had to give up any attempts to talk completely when the fingers inside him kept brushing that place, driving him mad and making him push up against the desk. Fortunately the area around him had been cleared off beforehand, because otherwise his thrashing arms would have done it now.
“Sshhh, calm yourself.”, he was reminded and the fingers withdrew, leaving Apollo with a strange, empty sensation, and the unknown need to be full again. But Mr. Gavin's word had to be obeyed, so he forced himself to hold still, even if his ragged breathing and hammering heart beat betrayed the fact that he wasn't calm at all. But he tried.
This time he listened past his own breathing, noticing the sounds of a zipper and discarded clothing. Mr. Gavin was... he was going to...!
Apollo could feel every single inch that pressed inside him, and he concentrated on that, which wasn't easy because his head was spinning and his body was burning up. Slowly, ever so slowly he was filled until there was no more room and he felt like he had never been complete like this.
A hand was in his hair, then on his neck, and he chocked a bit when it took a hold of his collar. He surprised himself by not struggling. It was good and he wanted it, wanted to keep that pleased tone in Mr. Gavin's voice and to just let himself be guided along.
He arched his back when the first thrust came, but the tightened collar prevented him from making much noise. He couldn't breath for a moment, then he was released and Kristoph pushed inside his channel, over and over making Apollo's vision flicker between flashes of black and white. It was wonderful, really, the the strong presence behind him let him know that he was safe and taken care of.
He began to tentatively meet Kristoph's thrusts, moving with him instead of just holding still, which was rewarded when Kristoph went faster, hitting that sweet spot inside Apollo again and again. His orgasm just rolled over him all of a sudden, leaving him no time to say something, much less hold back. He heard a loud voice calling out, and only realized a moment later that it was him.
But it didn't end there, neither the movement of the body behind him, nor the pleasure it caused inside his body, and he kept moaning, lost in bliss, until Mr. Gavin took him by his collar once more and came, grunting his completion against Apollo's back.
It was Apollo's duty to clean Mr. Gavin first and then himself, and to make sure the office was in order afterwards. He did all that under the never wavering gaze of his boss - his master - finding the attention comforting, although the intensity of it always kept a certain red glow on his face.
When he was done he stood before Kristoph, unsureof what to say, as if he were awaiting an appraisal.
“Come. Kneel.”, he was ordered and obeyed at once, but not as hastily as he had at the beginning. The encounter hat left him with an inner peace he hadn't known before, and he quite liked it, just like the hand that petted his head. “Well done, boy.”
This, he thought, had to be happiness.
~end.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kristoph/Apollo
Disclaimer: I don't own Gyakuten Saiban; if I did we'd get another Apollo Justice game asap.
Warnings: BDSM themes, spanking
Summary: Kristoph continues to teach Apollo how to be a good boy.
Note: Direct sequel to His Word Is Law, will probably not make much sense on its own. Losely for the "drabble game" prompt "office".
Apollo couldn't have ignored the red collar, no matter how much he tried. It sat on his desk like a heavy weight in the room with its very own presence, as if someone were constantly staring at his back. He'd put it away in a drawer when he'd first seen it, but no matter what he did that morning, his thoughts drifted back to the small band of leather hidden away in his desk. It unnerved him more than he'd thought possible.
In the end he took it out again and, after looking at it for a few long minutes, stuffed it in his pocket. It was a bit too stiff to fit easily, but he couldn't possibly leave it out of sight entirely, god knew why. And of course he couldn't put it on either. That would be ridiculous! ...right?
He stopped dead in his tracks, not for the first time that day, and felt the collar through his pocket. Why had Mr. Gavin left it for him? Last night had been a one time thing, just one party he'd been invited to because his boss had lacked a plus one. It would never happen again, which was good, because it had been far from normal and had confused Apollo so very much.
He still felt it in his body. The stinging of the whip (or whatever it was) on his back and the slight chafing of the cuffs around his wrists, he could feel both and even see them. He'd looked at his back in the mirror that morning and seen the red lashes that had not quite faded, and there were matching rad marks on his wrists. They tingled when he touched them, and it wasn't just in pain. He was very careful not to touch them, because it would only lead to embarassment.
Sometimes, when he swallowed a sip of water, he thought he could still taste Mr. Gavin in his mouth. The thought alone made his face grow hot and it was a mental effort to shake himself from that frozen state of remembering and get back to work.
It didn't help that everything in the office screamed 'Kristoph Gavin': the elegant style, a mix of modern and classical elements, the books and records, even the smell.
He didn't get much work done before lunch. It was then that Mr. Gavin arrived (he'd been meeting with a client at court earlier), and even though he seemed plesant as always as he greeted Apollo, his eyes narrowed just a bit when he adjusted his glasses, and Apollo felt more than a little nervous when he was asked into his boss's private office minutes later.
He took a deep breath and knocked. “M-Mr. Gavin...?”, he asked as he entered the room.
His boss was seated at his desk, going over a few letters that had arrived this morning; Apollo had laid them out for him himself.
“Do come in, Justice, I'll be just a moment.”, Mr. Gavin said without looking up.
Apollo closed the door and leaned against it, waiting with as much patience as he could muster.
“Posture, Justice.”, Kristoph corrected, even though his attention was still with his correspondance.
Flushing red, Apollo stood up straighter. Mr. Gavin had explained to him several times that one's posture was the key to how people perceived him, and that he had to show the world his confidence. Problem was, he wasn't feeling very confident right now.
It only took a few minutes (though it certainly felt longer to Apollo) before the paper work was pushed aside and a cool gaze was fixed on Apollo.
“Come here.”, Kristoph demanded with a calm voice and Apollo hastened to obey, unable to fight the odd feeling that he'd done something wrong, though he couldn't think of any task he might have failed.
“Sir?”, he stood by the desk, visibly uncomfortable under his boss's scrutinizing gaze.
“I thought you were a good boy, Apollo. You didn't strike me as a trouble maker.”
“I'm not, sir!”, Apollo replied at once. He wouldn't want to cause Mr. Gavin any trouble, seeing how he couldn't ask for a better boss or a kinder mentor.
Kristoph smiled. “That's right. You're so attentive, you never forget what I tell you, do you?”
“Of course not!”, a slight shake of his head, “There's so much I can learn from you, I wouldn't want to forget anything!”
“Indeed. So tell me Apollo, what did I teach you yesterday?”
Apollo stilled. Yesterday... after work? Everything was kind of a blur, he didn't remember anything clearly. Except, maybe, one thing: “'My word is law', you said, sir...”, he answered slowly.
That seemed to please Mr. Gavin, who nodded once, encouragingly. “Since you remember so well, I'm sure there's a reason you're not wearing your collar, like the good boy you are.”
So there it was. Mr. Gavin really did expect him to... to wear it. “I... I thought... I mean...”, he stopped himself. He really didn't know what to say. “I'm sorry, sir.”
Kristoph stood up, lightly petting his apprentice's head. “I'll forgive you this once, Apollo, but you'll have to earn it, understood?”
“Yes, sir!”, he said at once, mostly because he definitely wanted Mr. Gavin to forgive him and less because he understood what that entailed. He did pull the collar from his pocket though, holding it out apologetically. “I wasn't sure, whether I... whether I should...”, he tried to explain.
“I see no reason why you shouldn't.”, Kristoph said with that smile of his that meant everything would be all right. He'd make it so. And just like that he took the collar from Apollo's hands and fastened it around his neck, just as he had the night before.
Apollo swallowed at the sensation. Odd yet familiar, he didn't quite know how to feel about it, it was all going so fast!
“Sir...”, he began, but was cut off imediately.
“Be still for a while. I'll help you earn my forgiveness now.”, Kristoph announced, “I'm not angry with you, don't worry. But wrong behavior has to be corrected, as I'm sure you'll agree.”
Apollo nodded and kept silent, like he'd been told.
He didn't protest when he was bent over Mr. Gavin's desk, ballanced on his elbows, and he hardly even flinched when his pants were opened and pushed past his hips, followed by his underwear. He did shiver when his legs were spread, unsure of what was going to happen next, but he'd find out quickly.
Out of nowhere there was a sharp slap on his bared ass, and yelp (that sounded obsenely loud in the otherwise silent office) escaped him. He had no time to get his thoughts into order as one slap was quickly followed by the next with hardly enough time for him to take a steadying breath.
He knew it wasn't Mr. Gavin's hand, but some sort of wooden instrument, but he couldn't tell what it was exactly. He did feel one hand at the small of his back though, giving him balance, and he was grateful for that.
He couldn't hold back his whimpers after a while, nor could he suppress the tears that began to run down his face, and only then did the beating - the spanking - finally stop. His breath came in hick ups as he tried to calm himself, a helpful hand rubbing soft cirles on his back.
“There. That's a good boy.”, he heard Mr. Gavin say, and he sounded so pleased that Apollo couldn't help but feel a rush of joy, of pleasure, run through his body, and even his abused backside suddenly tingled with a pleasant heat.
“Th-Thank you, sir.”, he murmured, softly, and meant it.
“You're quite welcome.”
Apollo sighed with relief, somehow glad to have been punished and that now all was well between them. Gone were thoughts of embarassment, of the oddness of wearing a collar and the fact that he'd just received a spanking in his mentor's own office.
The sound of wood on wood made him startle: a little paddle had been placed on the desk next to him. So this was what Mr. Gavin had been spanking him with. Apollo really couldn't blush any harder than he already did, but his body sure tried. He stared straight ahead, not daring to look over his shoulder.
He moaned softly at the touch of warm, gloved fingers against his sore backside and burried his face in his arms. He remembered then, that when Mr. Gavin had beaten him last night, he'd gotten aroused and though he still couldn't say why his body reacted so oddly, it didn't stop him from having the same problem once more. On one hand, the fabric of the gloves, fine as they were, felt rough and painful on his tortured red skin, but on the other hand it sent jolts of pleasure right to his cock.
“Yes, it is just as I said.”, Kristoph mused, touching his student shamelessly, seemingly oblivious to the state he wa sin.
“What is...?”, Apollo asked carefully, trying and failing spectecularly to keep his voice steady.
“You're quite the masochist, boy.”, he said and chuckled softly at Apollo's immediate gasp of shock. “It's nothing bad, I asure you. In fact, I am pleased. It will make hurting you so much more rewarding for both of us.”
Apollo fought the distracting way his body was feeling and gathered all of his bravery for what he was about to say: “Sir, I'm... I'm not sure about this.”
He braced himself for a punishment that didn't come. There were a few moments of utter silence, before Kristoph spoke. “Your uncertainty is understandable. But don't worry, I know what you need, and what's best for you.”
It sounded a lot like what he'd been told concerning matters of law since he came to study under Kristoph. But could he really trust him unconditionally, if things turned out to be so unusual, wo weird and confusing?
“But, sir...”
“That's enough, Apollo.”, that was Kristoph's strict voice. He didn't use it often, but when he did, it meant the discussion was over, he'd made his point, and no more questions would be answered. “I can see there's still a lot for you to learn, as is to be expected. But I can't have you question me at every turn.”
Apollo found that really difficult to follow, because his head was full of questions, only he was feeling too dizzy from arousal and even a little scared to ask them. His silence seemed to be alright though, because his back and butt were petted softly once more.
“Just do as I say, and everything will be fine.”
Which was true, as far as Apollo could tell, but he still wasn't sure whether he should really be submitting to his boss like this. It was clearly not within the bounds of their professional relationship of mentor and student! ...or was it?
“Y-yes, sir. You're my mentor, aren't you...?”
The smile was back in Kristoph's voice when he answered. “Yes, I am.”, and Apollo wanted to do his best to please Mr. Gavin, so he'd have no reason to be cross with him. “Well, let's finish this, shall we?”
Apollo swallowed, bracing himself for whatever Mr. Gavin had planned. He waited, eyes closed, trying not to think of his aching erection that just wouldn't go away.
He was surprised, and let out a rather undignified whine, when a cool lotion was applied to his sore skin like a massage of the most embarrassing sort. But it felt good, pleasantly soothing, and he wished he'd have something like that for his entire back that still held the traces of last night.
Gradually Apollo began to relax unser Kristoph's hands, all conscious thought slipping away as he slipped into a state of half walking, half sleeping. There was nothing but his skin and Kristoph's hands, and nothing to separate the two.
“You will allow me to do with you as I please.”, Mr. Gavin stated calmly, only kust loud enough for Apollo to understand him.
His apprentice nodded absentmindedly. “Yes, sir.”
“Always, Apollo.”, he added emphatically, only to receive the same answer as before, a soft “yes, sir”. It was obviously the right answer, as Kristoph went on in a find tone: “And don't you forget it.”
More sticky fluid was added to his backside, and elegant, long fingers began to press and probe at his entrance there, mentally preparing Apollo for the penetration that followed soon after. His eyes flashed wide open as he fought his body's reflex and tried to relax; he knew what was going to happen, but couldn't believe it was all real.
Apollo know how this worked, in theory. He'd even seen it at the club the night before, but only from the corner of his eye, and it hadn't been too revealing. Now he could feel everything, the single digit inside him that, after a good while of getting him used to the feeling of something inside him, turned into two, that slowly streched him.
Kristoph took his time, never rushing his movements, so when he finally added a third finger, Apollo felt more relaxed than panic (though that was definitely part of this equation, no way around it), he'd even call it enjoyable, though his mind was too muddled to find the connection between being opened to such an intimate touch and the nice buzz in his head.
Until, that is, something inside him erupted into a burst of sudden, unexpected pleasure, making him see stars and bringing his arousal back with full force.
“Sir! I... oh god, sir, please... what...”, he stumbled over his words and had to give up any attempts to talk completely when the fingers inside him kept brushing that place, driving him mad and making him push up against the desk. Fortunately the area around him had been cleared off beforehand, because otherwise his thrashing arms would have done it now.
“Sshhh, calm yourself.”, he was reminded and the fingers withdrew, leaving Apollo with a strange, empty sensation, and the unknown need to be full again. But Mr. Gavin's word had to be obeyed, so he forced himself to hold still, even if his ragged breathing and hammering heart beat betrayed the fact that he wasn't calm at all. But he tried.
This time he listened past his own breathing, noticing the sounds of a zipper and discarded clothing. Mr. Gavin was... he was going to...!
Apollo could feel every single inch that pressed inside him, and he concentrated on that, which wasn't easy because his head was spinning and his body was burning up. Slowly, ever so slowly he was filled until there was no more room and he felt like he had never been complete like this.
A hand was in his hair, then on his neck, and he chocked a bit when it took a hold of his collar. He surprised himself by not struggling. It was good and he wanted it, wanted to keep that pleased tone in Mr. Gavin's voice and to just let himself be guided along.
He arched his back when the first thrust came, but the tightened collar prevented him from making much noise. He couldn't breath for a moment, then he was released and Kristoph pushed inside his channel, over and over making Apollo's vision flicker between flashes of black and white. It was wonderful, really, the the strong presence behind him let him know that he was safe and taken care of.
He began to tentatively meet Kristoph's thrusts, moving with him instead of just holding still, which was rewarded when Kristoph went faster, hitting that sweet spot inside Apollo again and again. His orgasm just rolled over him all of a sudden, leaving him no time to say something, much less hold back. He heard a loud voice calling out, and only realized a moment later that it was him.
But it didn't end there, neither the movement of the body behind him, nor the pleasure it caused inside his body, and he kept moaning, lost in bliss, until Mr. Gavin took him by his collar once more and came, grunting his completion against Apollo's back.
It was Apollo's duty to clean Mr. Gavin first and then himself, and to make sure the office was in order afterwards. He did all that under the never wavering gaze of his boss - his master - finding the attention comforting, although the intensity of it always kept a certain red glow on his face.
When he was done he stood before Kristoph, unsureof what to say, as if he were awaiting an appraisal.
“Come. Kneel.”, he was ordered and obeyed at once, but not as hastily as he had at the beginning. The encounter hat left him with an inner peace he hadn't known before, and he quite liked it, just like the hand that petted his head. “Well done, boy.”
This, he thought, had to be happiness.
~end.