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“Justice.”
He knew this was coming from the way he was dragged out into the defendant lobby immediately after court had adjourned. “M-Mr. Gavin… I didn’t mean to-”
“What was the meaning of your inane actions in there? You dare suspect me?” Kristoph says through gritted teeth. His towering stature made the defense attorney almost cower before him. “Just what were you and Wright plotting?”
Apollo had to confess what happened during the last recess while his boss was called into the judge’s chambers. How he was approached by a mysterious young girl donning a blue magician’s outfit, then being handed the bloody ace of spades card. He said he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was incredibly amiss, and almost too convenient when Mr. Wright urged him to present the card. Instead, Apollo stood down and refused, saying he had nothing to show in the end when asked by the judge. The amount of disbelief that crossed Mr. Wright’s face had only reconfirmed his suspicions about the card. That it was possibly a fake.
It seemed the former legend Phoenix Wright had not changed since the day he got disbarred.
From the way Kristoph stiffly walked back to the defense bench after being on the witness stand, he had been completely blindsided by their client. He shot Mr. Wright a steely glare before telling him to get back into the defendant’s seat. Silently he fumed with clenched hands for the rest of the trial, only speaking when he was offering Apollo advice through curt responses. Despite going off track, Mr. Wright was still cleared from suspicion of murder.
He showed the card that was still on his person, and the blood practically drained from Kristoph’s face in that split moment. Apollo flinched when it was swiped from his hand, nearly getting a paper cut. The ace of spades was torn into multiple pieces, crumpled together, then swiftly disposed into the nearby waste bin. He turned on his foot and started walking ahead, ordering Apollo to follow, and that they were returning to the law offices. It was understandable that his boss did not want to see Mr. Wright at all. Apollo refrained mentioning him, instead catching up to Kristoph before he got too far ahead.
They had arrived together to the courthouse in his boss’s lavish car, and the ride back was what he expected, deathly silent. Only after they had returned and went back into Kristoph’s office did his ire come out again. “I generously offer my services as a friend to that fool, and this is how I am repaid?” He was in the middle of dialing on the work phone that was on his desk. Apollo watched as the other’s eyes rolled and an irritated growl left him when the call didn’t go through. He opted to leave a stern voicemail. “Wright, this is Gavin. I will be sending you the invoice later today, and I expect it to be paid in full by the end of this week. Do you want to be arrested again? I suggest you don’t delay.”
Apollo hoped he meant it in sarcasm (then again, his boss was never one for humor), and winced slightly as the phone was set back down into the slot with a harsh clack. He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to calm himself. The defense attorney cautiously approached the man, stopping a couple feet from him. “I… I’m sorry, sir, truly I am-”
“I’m disappointed with how easily you are swayed. With that feeble mind, you will never become a full-fledged lawyer.” Cruel? Yes, it was, but it was the guaranteed way to keep this one in his place. In his peripheral, he could see shame cloud over his countenance. His icy blue eyes wandered from his face and over his body. A body that could be put to good use right about now. His own personal outlet. He turns to face him, placing both hands onto his smaller shoulders. “I only say that because I want you to be successful.” Apollo’s head lowers slightly to the carpet. A sheepish young man he always was. He lifts his chin up with his fingertips, and Kristoph had to hold back a smirk with how easily compliant his protege was. What he wanted to do with him had temporarily pushed most of his frustration towards Wright away. Still holding onto his shoulders, he leans down to his level to whisper. “How about you show appreciation for everything I do for you?”
The admiration in those umber eyes were endearing. Almost. “Yes, Mr. Gavin…”
Like a switch going off inside, he started to guide, push really, Apollo towards the love seat that was opposite to them. Hands moved away from his shoulders and down to his protege’s waist, undoing and tugging on the belt. The back of his legs hit the sofa, and he clung onto his boss. Red slacks now loosened, and the belt tossed aside, he started to feel his heart pound. He was shoved down onto the cushion, and was surprised when Kristoph knelt down, pushed apart his legs, and settled in the space between them.
“Lift your hips.” This allowed him to pull the slacks and undergarments further down, bunching at the mid thighs. A pang of annoyance sparked through him at the sight. Only semi-hard, not enough for his liking. “Really now, you need my assistance with everything.” With a strong grip he immediately began to stimulate the other, all while appearing nonchalant. A few firm pumps and he was already getting hard, embarrassing really.
“H-hah… Mr. Gavin-” Apollo was interrupted by the sudden tongue that flicked at his sensitive head, then soon being engulfed into his boss’s warm moist mouth. He yelped, slapping one hand over his mouth to muffle himself. Kristoph didn’t like whenever he got so loud, especially during his Chords of Steel regimens. He had no clue how his boss was able to keep his voice leveled all the times he went down on him. The wet warmth swirled around the tip a few more times, then stopped briefly to speak.
“Remove your vest and dress shirt, Justice.”
The man dipped down to take in more of his hardness before Apollo could respond. Holy Mother, how was he supposed quiet himself while his boss deep throated him? Involuntarily his hips bucked, and Kristoph’s free hand pushed them down, resting more weight atop them to prevent further movement. His vest came off quickly, but Apollo slowed down while removing the dress shirt, the fabric slipping off his shoulders. He was so mesmerized by the sight of the man he revered performing fellatio on him. He wanted to run his hand through that well-groomed blonde hair. Kristoph must have seen or sensed he was going to touch him, because he pulled off him right after. The light wet pop from withdrawing sent his mind whirling with excitement. His boss stood up and went over to his desk, searching within the drawers. Even from a distance, Apollo knew what was in his hand. Since they agreed to all of this, his boss started keeping a small stash on standby in case.
Rather than returning to the love seat, he started to remove his periwinkle blazer, folding it neatly and setting it down onto the desk top. The black waist coat, white dress shirt, and glasses followed, then he walked back to him with the packet, tossing it onto Apollo’s lap. “It’s for you.”
Wait… was Kristoph serious? He set aside the packet momentarily. “You… want me to be the one to?”
He only answered once both of them had rid of their clothes entirely. The young defense attorney swallowed dryly and blushed harder when Kristoph straddled him, still managing to be as tall as ever despite sitting atop his lap. His lips purposely grazed over his protege’s. “You want to learn, Justice?” Though in reality, he wasn’t giving Apollo a choice in the matter. One way or another he was getting what he wants.
He never had to do much to convince his precious naive follower. “I mean… y-yes! If you really want me to.”
Apollo could feel his boss’s eyes burning into him as he put it on. Was he going to be able to uphold the other’s expectations? His fear of disappointing him again was twisting his gut. Having only been on the receiving end of their trysts exacerbated it unfortunately. Those thoughts were dashed however when Kristoph maneuvered them, pushing Apollo onto his back to lay him across the sofa while he remained straddling his waist. He sat up on his knees to grab and angle him properly. Apollo hadn’t been mentally prepared for Kristoph to suddenly drop his weight over him, penetrating to the hilt in one stroke. The one instance he saw his boss’s face twist with pleasure, breaking his stony demeanor, was completely worth letting out a rather loud moan in arousal.
God… and the sensation of hot tightness enveloping his entire cock, and the steady pace that he was starting to set up had his head reeling back and panting heavily. Apollo had to reach behind for one of the small pillows on the sofa to place under his neck for support, lest he miss this luscious view before him. Is this how it truly felt all those times Kristoph had gone into him? Why couldn’t he had done this sooner? It was very hypnotic, seeing the man trying to keep his composure with each roll or thrust of his hips as he rode him. Eventually Kristoph had to anchor himself down more by reaching back and holding onto Apollo’s knees when the rhythm became vigorous. He really knew what he was doing…
Kristoph was too absorbed in his own pleasure, using his employee for a quick fuck to quell the lingering fury still within. His eyelids were growing heavy at the exertion slowly whittling him down with every movement. Running through his mind were all the possible ways of getting back at the former defense attorney. What happened in that courtroom was too damn close. He had only managed to evade Wright’s attempt to expose him by the skin of his teeth, solely because Apollo refused to show that forged card. He had to admit, Apollo did have his uses after all. Thus, this arrangement, masked as an interest for the young man. A valuable asset he was, and Kristoph was not going to lose that. Perhaps a reminder of that was in order.
He ceases moving, irritated that the oncoming orgasm was already fleeing him from inactivity. Sitting upright, with one hand he caressed his protege’s right cheek, then pinching it with his index and thumb before leaning down slightly to him. “You owe me this for what you did back at the courthouse.” The other was going to speak, but he did not want to hear his excuse and slapped him once across the face, enough to hurt and feel the sting. It wouldn’t do to have the skin bruise and attract attention in and outside of work. Apollo could only stare back, speechless. Shock, hurt, and the hint of fear all swirled in his eyes. “See to it that this does not occur again if you value your job.” Kristoph warns. Apollo nodded quickly, and he felt the power rush flow through him from having his protege wrapped around his finger once more. The control over an individual turned him on immensely.
Apollo was still rock hard inside him, and he softly pleaded to his boss. “S-sir… Please, I’m sorry. I’ll be better. Anything for you…”
Kristoph smooths his palm over his brunette hair, the two prominent spikes sprung back into place as if never touched. “Do you want to come, Justice?”
“Yes, please!” Apollo he answers breathlessly.
Instantaneously his boss resumed their session. The creak of the sofa indicated how fast and hard he was riding him now. Oh yes… he hit that sweet spot again and focused shoving the tip right into it repeatedly. He was unable to withhold a pleasurable groan. His concentration was broken when hands latched onto his hips, fingertips digging slightly into him “F-Fuck… Kristoph…!” Apollo cried, his whole-body shuddering as a shaky moan escapes him, back arching momentarily before dropping back down onto the cushion. From the way his breathing was, he was certain the young defense attorney came.
He lifted himself off, the spent cock slipping out from him, and scooted up so he was sitting on knees over the other’s chest. With one hand gripping his shaft he commanded Apollo to look, having it hover near his face. He was watching his boss touch himself, stroking all along the length and tease the reddened leaking tip. Subconsciously he licked his lips, and Kristoph took notice of that. “Open your mouth.” Apollo does so without hesitation. He strokes himself quicker, feeling the deep release he had been chasing prior returning. The visual that was about to follow pushed him over the edge. “Tongue out.” Kristoph demands through a ragged huff.
Beautiful was how he would describe the state he left Apollo in afterwards. Wet white ropes strung over his face, some landed on his tongue and lips. Kristoph finally moves completely off him, admiring his essence dripping over the attorney’s flushed face. He smirked at the esteem glowing in those umber eyes. He would never admit aloud that there was some genuine charm to him. “Schlampe~” Kristoph purred, leaving the sofa to go retrieve the wipes he also kept in the desk drawer. They cleaned and redressed, and decided to stay seated on the sofa. His protege was sitting in his lap, like a faithful pet would do for its owner.
Apollo leaned into Kristoph, almost nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “Did I do better, sir?”
His arm wound over his waist. “You performed adequately. There will be more opportunities in the future. Practice makes perfect.”
He curls into his boss more, holding onto him as if he were his lifeline. Apollo closed his eyes and grinned sleepily. “Thank you, for everything, Mr. Gavin.”
When he was sure that he nodded off, Kristoph planted a small kiss to the attorney’s forehead. After all, he wouldn’t be here had it not been for his sweet, little, loyal subordinate, Apollo Justice.