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Minor soreness was the first thing he felt when he woke up. Apollo sat upright, shrugging his shoulders to relieve some of the tension. As he did, he heard the sheets rustle beside him, seeing an arm had laid itself across his lap. He couldn't help but smile lightly and scooted closer before laying back down under the covers again. With one hand, Apollo gently brushed the mussed blonde hair that had fallen over the other man's eyes. He feathered kisses around his peaceful face, snuggling further into him. The larger body shifted and eventually wound their arms over him. He was awake now.
"Morning, love." He greets warmly.
"Good morning." Apollo grinned affectionately.
"Were you trying to leave without me?" He mumbled sleepily.
"No, not at all." Apollo felt his face heat up then. "Even now I could tell you still don't want me to." He mentions upon feeling the sensation of being poked below. Apollo sees a faint smirk ever so slightly reflect back at him. Paired with those intoxicating blue eyes of his, he was stunned in awe of his beauty.
"Is it not your job to assist me with my needs, hmm?" He breathes out, his grip already becoming more tight by the second.
"Sir-"
"We're outside the office, Apollo. First names are fine." He hums.
His heart skipped a beat. Truthfully, he always did love hearing and saying his name, but professionalism often prevented him from doing so (as if anything about their relationship was professional at this point). It just didn't feel respectful towards the other in his opinion. But knowing now that his boss was actually okay with it, Apollo didn't hesitate anymore and savored the syllables of his name as it passed his lips. "Kristoph..."
"Go on... you know what I like."
Apollo pushed aside the blankets covering him and wasted no time popping the flush head into mouth. He sucked and teased around the slit, stroking along his length as he did so. It had grown larger and stiffer against his tongue. A hand grabbed onto his brunette hair and kept his head in place to bob up and down. He felt Kristoph buck every so often and nearly deep throat him. The thought turned him on immensely and he began to stroke himself in tandem to each suck he gave.
"You love having me in your mouth, isn't that right darling?" Kristoph says huskily, to which Apollo moans wantingly.
Like a switch flipping on, he was quickly repositioned across the bed, the blankets nearly being shoved off onto the floor in his boss’s rush. Head half hanging off the bed, Apollo had to keep it lifted to retain eye contact with the man. They had found the small bottle of lube that had gotten lost in the sheets the previous night and prepped. His legs were lifted over Kristoph's waist, and instinctively he wrapped them around him. A delighted cry left his throat as the slicked head spread him open without much resistance.
His pleasured hisses and encouragements to keep fucking him without end gradually made his thrusts deeper and harder. Halfway through, Kristoph leans down to him, propping both elbows on either side and stole a heated kiss from Apollo. While in lip lock, Apollo threw his arms over his shoulders, not wanting the other to pull away. The accompanied squeaking of the bed frame, the skin on skin slapping together and mixing in with their moans and groans sent them into utter bliss.
God his cock felt so amazing, and he never wanted him to stop. Every throbbing inch of him rammed into his pleasure button. His own dick was starting to leak precum from the constant friction against his lover’s abdomen. He felt the muscles in his stomach tighten, teetering on the edge of orgasm and wanting that final nudge from him. "K-Kristoph... please...!" Apollo requested breathlessly.
As much as he wanted to hold out a bit longer, he couldn't deny Apollo, or himself, anymore. Fuck... he never wanted to come so hard in him until now-
"Hey Kris, breakfast is downsta-"
Both jolted from the sudden presence of a third voice and looked up. Apollo felt his stomach drop and was jostled a bit from the force of Kristoph pushing himself up and jabbing his index towards the doorway. Apollo had never seem him so enraged, like an animal going feral. He was snarling, face almost entirely red from the sheer embarrassment of his younger brother witnessing him in such a compromising position. "RAUS HIER!"
He instantly slammed the door back shut and cursed in German afterwards. "Scheiße...! I'm sorry I didn't mean to-!"
Kristoph had cut into his babbling and exhaled loudly from the lingering anger. "I know you didn’t, Klavier... just-" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'll be out later, alright?"
"O-okay then..." It was quiet on the other side for a bit before he answered back, albeit on a lighter note despite the horrible awkwardness not long ago. "Well... if it makes you feel any better, I'm glad you found someone, Kris. I hope you guys are happy together." His footsteps faded away, indicating he had gone back downstairs.
Apollo could tell Kristoph was genuinely touched by his brother's words for a moment before reverting back to his previous annoyed state. They had both lost their erections at this point, the mood having been effectively killed off by the interruption. His boss had pulled out, and Apollo sat up himself. He placed a delicate hand on his cheek, Kristoph's attention naturally went towards him. "There's always later you know..." He gestures around at the bed.
Kristoph takes his hand, bringing it to his lips and planted a small kiss on the back of his palm. "That is true." The spark of annoyance from earlier almost took over again, but Apollo's smooth motion of gathering his loose blonde locks back over his left shoulder to braid soothed him. "I need to lock that damn door." He says as an after thought, huffing.
Apollo leans in to kiss his pouty lips, smiling against them when he sees Kristoph's tense shoulders drop and let himself sink further into their embrace. "Of course."