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"You have no fucking idea how long I've wanted to do that."
Clay climbed into Bobby's lap to straddle him, hands running down his chest over his dark riding jacket, already wishing there were far less layers between them.
"The feeling is mutual."
Clay pinned him against the seat, kissing him again. Bobby melted into it easily, hands dragging down Clay's back and down to his thighs as he kissed him deeper. It finally slid back and around his ass, kneading and pushing to grind their hips together. The friction alone made both of them groan and Clay bodily pressed him against the back of the couch, tongue dipping into his mouth. He tangled his hands in Bobby's hair, tugging lightly to angle his head back. When he pulled away, it was to suck marks down Bobby's neck, leaving him gasping. Bobby responded by sliding his hands under his jacket to push the heavy garment down his shoulders. Removing his hands from Bobby's hair, he shrugged off the jacket, dropping it on the couch next to them. The jumpsuit he wore underneath was beginning to feel stifling and it prevented Bobby's hands from reaching any bit of skin. The promise of more made his head spin. Clay licked a wet line up his throat, catching his lips in another sloppy kiss.
"Did you ever think about doing this with me, hm?" Klavier's low tone registered distantly in his lust-addled brain, reminding him that they weren't alone.
Clay pulled away to search for the source of the voice. While he and Bobby had been busy, Klavier and Simon had since moved to the other couch. Klavier sat beside Simon, cupping one side of Simon's jaw while his other hand idly picked at the other prosecutor's shirt buttons – when had he shed his many layers? Simon only had eyes for him, a charming flush high on his cheeks. Underneath Clay, Bobby couldn't seem to tear his attention away from the scene playing in front of him either. Clay only chuckled and dove down to trail kisses down his jaw, not minding the lack of attention but making sure he could still see the pair on the other couch.
Klavier continued talking. "Ooh, does that blush mean you have? Does Simon Blackquill have a type for loud and pretty blonds?"
"Don't flatter yourself," Simon gruffly answered, eyes darting away despite the growing blush.
"Ah-ah." Klavier gently tugged his chin to look back at him. "Come now, Simon, don't you want to kiss me again?"
Simon's throat bobbed, lips parting ever so slightly as his eyes darted down and locked on to Klavier's lips. Clay sat up to watch with bated breath, waiting for Simon to give in – and oh how he wanted to see Simon give in.
"Are you going to keep staring? I know I'm beautiful but you could—"
"Silence," Simon groused, interrupting Klavier with a kiss that did just that.
Simon looked a little stiff at first but as Klavier began to kiss back, Clay could see his shoulders relaxing, losing himself to the kiss more and more. Klavier moaned into it, a tiny, breathy sound as he draped himself over Simon while his hands rested modestly on Klavier's hips.
Fuck, they were hot together.
A spot of red in the corner of his eye reminded him of Apollo's presence. He was seated in the adjacent armchair in an attractively lazy sprawl. His signature bracelet was discarded on the coffee table but his sharp eyes were trained on Klavier and Simon, as if memorising every gasp and moan. Clay shivered. Even if that intense gaze wasn't directed to him, he knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of it. The hands on him paused their roaming and he saw Bobby looking at Apollo.
"He likes to watch. It gets him off something fierce," he whispered into Bobby's ear, answering the unsaid question.
"Is he going to join in?"
"Later, definitely. But I reckon he's enjoying himself right now." Clay nipped at his earlobe to get his attention. "Can I undress you?"
"Have at it." Bobby rested his hands over Clay's thighs.
Clay wasted no time in dragging the zipper to his riding jacket down in an agonisingly slow pace, feeling the teeth of the zip part one by one. Once the end popped loose, he began undoing the buttons to his striped red shirt just as slowly, stealing another kiss from Bobby, a slow slide of lips and tongue to match the slow glide of his hands down the shirt. Bobby's breaths were deep and measured under his hands, letting him set the pace. The tie around his neck was loosened and joined the rest of his clothes on the floor. Popping the last button, he was finally greeted by the glorious sight of Bobby's bare torso. He pushed both pieces of clothing off his shoulders and shucked them carelessly off the side of the couch and didn't waste time exploring the new expanse of scarred skin, each of them held a story he didn't dare ask about yet. Eager hands ran over the dark blond hair covering his chest, over his nipples, down to his soft belly, following the trail down his body.
"I wanna put my mouth on you. God, please, let me put my mouth on you."
Bobby chuckled and nodded. Clay leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth, hearing a groan escape him as he dragged his tongue over the peak. He indulged in the other, grazing his teeth over it. Bobby made another low sound above him. Before he could process it, he was on his back on the couch, Bobby looming over him between his legs. His cock jumped in his pants.
"Your jumpsuit is pissing me off."
The low and dangerous tone set something off inside of him. A slow smirk curled his lips. "What are you gonna do about it?"
Bobby leaned down to take the zipper of his jumpsuit between his teeth. Clay's breath hitched as he watched Bobby drag the zipper down his body, ending right where his cock strained the fabric. It throbbed at the proximity to Bobby's mouth. Letting the zipper go, Bobby sat up with a satisfied grin. He helped take the top half of the jumpsuit off Clay's torso, leaving him in the tight white undershirt. Bobby's eyes lingered over his body – the undershirt left nothing to the imagination. He shuddered at the dark look in his eyes.
"Take it off if you want to see me so badly."
"Don't have to tell me twice."
The undershirt was unceremoniously pulled off of him and once it was gone, Bobby's hands were on him and it was simultaneously too much and not enough all at once. They followed the lines of his muscles and over the large scar that remained off to the side of his torso. Something ticked in Bobby's jaw. Oh, hell no, no one was feeling bad on his watch tonight. He took Bobby's hand and redirected them back to his chest with what he hoped was a reassuring look. Taking the hint, Bobby thumbed over a dark nipple instead.
"Just like that, Bobster."
"Don't call me that right now," he grimaced, at odds with how he stroked down his body reverently.
"No promises." Clay smirked, fingers hooking over the top of his slacks. He could feel Bobby's hardness pressing against him and he desperately needed to get his hands around whatever he was packing. He opened his mouth to issue a command when someone beat him to it.
"Off."
Once again it was Klavier's voice that demanded their attention. He was sitting in Simon's lap now, tugging at the collar of his shirt, already half unbuttoned. Simon shifted to comply, letting the rockstar finish undressing him. A delighted sound escaped Klavier at seeing Simon's body and Clay could understand when Klavier's hands found its way all over his torso. Where Bobby was softer with an underlying strength, Simon was leaner with sharper lines, probably leftovers from his time in prison. Despite that, he also found it endearing that he could see the beginnings of softness around said edges – Bobby took care of him well. Simon sat back and let Klavier touch him, guitar roughened fingers passing over hardened nipples and over some old scars. Klavier's fingers skimmed over a thick scar, careful not to linger. Simon's own hands travelled up Klavier's arms, pulling him into a filthy kiss. Those same hands carded through blond hair, playing with the silky strands. Klavier moaned against Simon's mouth but he was soon ducking down to kiss down Simon's neck.
"Keep it hidden, Piano."
"Ja, ja."
Klavier sucked a mark into Simon's shoulder, on a spot that would be hidden by his usual work shirts and heavy vests and surcoats.
"I wonder what else your mouth is good for, Herr Samurai."
"What, want a demonstration?"
Clay shuddered when he remembered the suggestion Simon left him with after their kiss.
"Well, if you're offering." Klavier grinned, giving Simon's lips a brief peck.
"If you wanted me to suck your cock you could have just asked," Simon grumbled without any heat and flipped their positions so that Klavier was now seated on the couch, Simon moving to kneel between his legs. Klavier's arousal could not look more blatant at the ease in which Simon moved him around.
The chain belt around Klavier's waist was tugged noisily as Simon undid them, dropping them on the floor alongside a pair of tight pants after he wrestled them off his legs. Klavier was hard underneath the dark, lacy thong he wore and the straining strip of fabric hid practically nothing. Simon spread his legs further and settled between them. He hooked his fingers on the string of the thong, maintaining eye contact as he pulled it down and freed Klavier's aching cock from its confines. He followed it up with licking a wet stripe up the length of Klavier's cock, pulling a breathy moan out of the man. Hands flew up to Simon's head, burying his fingers through dual-toned strands. Simon kissed each of his thighs and rested his hands on them, kissing the jutting length in front of him up to the tip. Once there, he steadied the base with one hand and took the tip between his lips, licking and sucking languidly. Klavier hissed and bucked his hips lightly and Simon had to hold down his thighs in a firm grip, pulling another sound out of him. The sight was downright intoxicating.
While Bobby was distracted watching the pair, Clay moved to sit next to him to continue unbuttoning his pants. He prodded him with a question in his eyes. Once Bobby gave him a brief nod, he tugged his white slacks down to his thighs, pulling his underwear with them to finally reveal his cock, thick and ruddy. Clay licked his lips and wrapped his hands around it, pulling a soft sound out of him. He pulled his own cock out and wrapped his other hand around it as Bobby looked at him.
Clay offered up a cheeky smile. "Might as well have our own fun while we watch, right?"
Rutting against his own hand in a lazy grind, they watched Simon slowly take Klavier's length in his mouth. He was gasping and gripping at Simon's shoulders, blue eyes wide and hazy as he kept his attention solely on Simon, now halfway down his cock. Seeing Klavier writhe under Simon's mouth was driving Clay mad, his breaths were heavy as he took in the more-than-familiar sight with a lovely addition. His cock twitched in his hand but it was clear Bobby was just as aroused as he watched his partner with rapt attention. A large, warm hand curled around his thigh, inching up.
"Someone's excited," Clay teased, tightening his hold and spreading the precum over Bobby's length. "He looks good, doesn't he?"
Bobby nodded dumbly as Simon took Klavier to the base expertly, nose pressed against a smooth, waxed abdomen. The expression he made was hidden from them at this angle but the way Simon looked up from behind his bangs was enough to make Klavier groan, his eyes sliding shut. Above him, Klavier's chest heaved as he bit his lip, fingers digging into pale skin as Simon worked his throat around him.
"Don't blow just yet, baby," Clay raised his voice for Klavier. "But keep your eyes on him."
A string of rapid German left Klavier's lips as he obeyed.
"Does he feel good, darlin'?"
"Sehr gut. Mein Gott," Klavier whimpered as Simon pulled off his cock slowly, sinking back down when he reached the tip. Simon's pace remained slow but with the way Klavier's breath hitched, Clay knew he was close. Beside him, Bobby's hips were beginning to buck and the hand around his thigh tightened. Klavier wasn't the only one, it seemed.
Klavier's hips jerked towards Simon's mouth, breaths coming in short now. At a sharp warning cry, Simon took him in his throat again. Klavier moaned with abandon, squirming against him as his pleasure crested. He came down Simon's throat and Simon eagerly swallowed, letting out a muffled moan. As Klavier came down from his high, Simon pulled off his cock with a soft cough, shooting Clay a look and gesturing for him to come over. He turned to Bobby, a question on his tongue.
To that, he answered, "Go on. Show me."
Well, who was he to deny the both of them?
"Fucking gorgeous, both of you," Clay praised the pair on the other couch in a low tone, getting up to approach Simon. "You take cock so fucking well. Let me see."
Clay wrapped a hand under his jaw and pushed his thumb between Simon's lips to press against his tongue, groaning at the remnants of Klavier's release mingling with Simon's spit over his thumb as he slid it back out.
"You're a fuckin' sight." Clay moved to kneel next to Simon, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss as his tongue darted out to taste. Simon only barely caught his balance to avoid them toppling at the force of it. "I wonder what you'd look like marked up with my cum."
Simon made a strangled noise at that. Clay smirked at him.
"You like that? You liked being marked? Want me to cum on your face?"
"Gods. Yes, please," Simon hissed. "Fuck my mouth. Promised you."
With a gritted curse, Clay stood back on his feet, one hand fisted around his cock as Simon shuffled closer, hands steady on Clay's thighs as he looked up at him. He opened his mouth and let Clay guide his cock inside. With a hand on the back of his head, he swallowed down Clay's cock easily. Clay groaned as he began a rough pace, thrusting into the wet heat.
Bobby watched raptly where he left him, jerking himself off until Klavier sat next to him.
"Mind if I help you out, Herr Detectiv?"
Bobby nodded as he let go and allowed Klavier to take over, pumping his cock. He moaned, hands gripping the cushions underneath him as Klavier worked him with his hands. He met Simon's eyes and then glanced over at Klavier who he found was already looking back at him. Bright blue eyes darted down to his lips in a split second movement Clay almost missed. Bobby's throat bobbed, leaning in as Klavier's eyes slid shut, closing the rest of the gap. Klavier sucked a sharp breath through his nose, moving to reciprocate. There was a soft noise of surprise from Bobby and Klavier parted briefly to huff a laugh, showing off the glinting tongue piercing before his hands moved to Bobby's shoulders, pulling him closer.
Clay's gaze drifted back to Simon once he knew Bobby was taken care of. He fucked into Simon's mouth until he teetered just off the edge, watching the way Simon's brows furrowed as he took him deep at every thrust. When he pulled out, Simon waited with his lips parted and heaving breaths as he jerked his cock above him and came with a loud moan. Cum splattered over Simon's face and tongue, thoroughly soiling his face. The two of them breathed heavily for a moment, staring at one another. Simon licked his lips, smearing the cum there and Clay cursed sharply under his breath at the sight.
"Fuck. Can I make you cum?"
"Please," Simon said, sounding wrecked.
"Up." Clay gestured and Simon moved to comply, shaky on his legs. "Spread." He kicked them apart. "Hands behind your back. Keep them there. Good."
Simon stared down at him, a deep red on his stained cheeks (and his blush did spread down his chest!). Clay smirked and wrapped his hand around Simon's straining cock, leaking and twitching in his grasp. Simon moaned quietly, hips jerking into the stimulation.
"Like being praised, do you?"
Simon nodded, a touch desperate but oh so turned on.
Clay pinched his nipple as he jerked him off. "Look at you, marked up and looking so damn pretty."
Simon whimpered, hands held valiantly behind his back as he rutted against Clay's hand.
"That's it… Want me to fuck you, darlin'?
"Please…" Simon pleaded softly. "Clay, please—!"
"Well, you're going to have to cum for me first, Simon."
With a soft grunt, he came into Clay's hand, hips jerking and soft gasps escaping him. He kept his gaze locked even as his eyes hooded darkly, struggling to keep his eyes on Clay despite the lack of instruction to do so. Fuck, he was so good.
On the couch, Bobby similarly finished in Klavier's mouth with a strangled moan. Klavier swallowed around his cock, pulling off with a wet pop. Klavier licked his lips and winked at him with a satisfied smile playing on his lips, leaning against Bobby's side and getting comfortable.
When Simon made a sound of discomfort, Clay let go of him and steadied him when he swayed on his feet. "You okay?"
Simon nodded.
"And you two?" he asked the pair on the other couch.
Bobby gave him a quick thumbs up and patted the empty side of the couch for Simon. Clay guided him there as he shakily made his way to the couch, slumping against Bobby's other side with a long and satisfied sigh.
"Good?" Bobby asked, wiping away the mess on Simon's face with his palm. Klavier reached over to hand him a box of tissues. Clay grabbed a few for the mess on his hand.
"Ace," Simon said, letting Bobby tend to him. "I didn't expect you and Klavier to look that good together."
Klavier chuckled. "You most definitely have a type, Simon."
"Shut up, Piano."
"No shame in admitting it." Klavier pinched Simon's cheek playfully. Simon batted him away.
"Careful, you might pull something patting yourself on the back."
"Mm, I don't know, I'm pretty flexible."
Their bickering was cut short by Apollo setting down a tray on the coffee table and handing out glasses of water.
"Did you enjoy yourself, Schatzi?" Klavier stroked up Apollo's still clothed thigh.
"You have no idea." Apollo ran his fingers gently through Klavier's hair. "All four of you make one hell of a sight."
"I never thought you'd use your 'powers' in the bedroom, Justice-dono."
Apollo raised a brow, amused. "You haven't called me that in a long time. Did you reset something in that brain of yours? Besides, I just watched you cum, I think we're past surnames and honorifics now."
"Speaking of, I don't think I saw you touch yourself once." Klavier tugged at the leg of his pants.
"Well, we've only just started." Apollo smirked down at Bobby. "And I really want to take Bobby to bed. What do you say?"
"All you have to do is ask." Bobby grinned.
"And you." Apollo turned to Simon, pinning him with a dark gaze. His hands trailed up Simon's neck from his collarbone, curling around his chin and tilting it up to look at him. His grip was firm and it made Simon's eyes flutter. "Never thought someone as intimidating as you could be so obedient."
"And I never thought you had such confidence." Simon's voice was low and rough, smirking as he met Apollo's gaze head on despite the colour on his cheeks. The reaction didn't escape Apollo's notice, what with the way he eyed Simon closely.
"Found something you like, Simon?" Apollo asked.
His piercing gaze seemed to pin Simon on the spot and Bobby looked like he was having his own set of revelations. Did he enjoy seeing Simon this way?
Simon nodded at Apollo's question, receiving a smirk in return.
"Mm… Okay, we can try that a little later if you're up for it." Apollo pulled him into a kiss. He let go of his chin to curl his hand around the back of Simon's neck, keeping him in place. Simon grunted when Apollo opened his mouth and pushed his tongue in, one hand braced against the back of the couch as he ravished Simon's lips. An embarrassingly whiny moan escaped his throat when Apollo pulled away from him. "That's a sound I never would have thought could come out of you, Prosecutor Blackquill."
"You are… distressingly good at that." Simon looked up at him over heavy lidded eyes. "And your confidence is exceedingly attractive. Bring that to the courtroom next time."
"Are you sure that's wise with how it's affecting you right now? I didn't think you wanted anyone to know how your rival defence attorney can render you speechless so easily." Simon squirmed when Apollo quirked a brow at him, teasing. Apollo made a low sound of appreciation, thumb stroking over his heated cheek. "Shall we head to the bedroom?"