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His mentor, Mr. Phoenix inhale the line of whitish dust arranged on the glass table in front of them with presumed speed. Apollo blinks and the dust is completely gone, Phoenix lies lazily on the couch and sighs a curse with a goofy smile on his face.
Wright Anything Agency may not have been the best place to consume drugs in broad daylight, but that doesn't matter much to the young Apollo Justice when his boss's little daughter isn't around, which means they can do whatever they want together.
It's not that it's a secret that Apollo and Phoenix are dating, they don't make an effort to hide it but they don't mention it to anyone either, only Klavier knows and... Maybe Trucy is beginning to suspect the fact that Apollo and Phoenix are becoming more and more "friends", but she is always thinking about her magic tricks and his school friends so she doesn't pay much attention to them.
—I see you thinking a lot. What are you waiting for? It's your turn now. —The older man brings Apollo back to reality. The young lawyer leans over the table, feeling the texture of the carmine leather of the sofa moving uncomfortably under his weight.
Fearful and hesitant, he inhales little by little, introducing the powder into his nostrils. When he's barely halfway down the line, Apollo stops, sniffing and feeling an uncomfortable sting in his nose. Then continue until he finish the line. He imitates Phoenix's movement and falls like a corpse on the back of the sofa, sighs heavily and automatically feels dizzy. He thinks it's his idea, he doubts that the drug Klavier gave him will take effect so quickly.
He quickly realizes that his mentor is staring at him. Apollo looks at him too and he laughs.
—What's happening? —he asks confused. The pianist does not respond to him, he gets too close to him and abruptly grabs him by the face, takes a long lick from his chin, runs his tongue over his soft lips and then ends on his nose. Even dipping his tongue lightly into the small hole, cleaning the blood and tasting it. And Apollo doesn't realize that until he sees some of his blood on Phoenix's lip. Apollo was fucking bleeding from his nose, he felt embarrassed and pathetic.
—Mr. Wright... No! t-that's...disgusting! —he exclaims, his throat hurts a little as he speaks.
—Nothing about you is disgusting, boy. —His boss tells him simply and leans down to kiss him on the lips. It's tender and sweet, but then he gives it a more violent and desperate one, he deepens it by putting his tongue in, making Apollo taste his own blood.
At this point he doesn't know why he is lying on the couch, with his boss on top of him and with intense dizziness that is not normal, he doesn't care anyway. He likes to feel more sensitive and lighter, Phoenix's short, scratchy beard tickling his face, the wetness of their mouths together making him squirm and gasp into Phoenix's mouth, Phoenix's big, masculine body pressed against his.
It gives him the slight impulse to move his hips upward, colliding with anything that makes him feel good, he loves the intoxicating smell that Phoenix gives off.
And Phoenix loves everything about Apollo too. Apollo always liked men older than him, maybe because he never had a father and wanted to be taken care of or... Fuck, Phoenix was hot and that was it.
He has the impulse to grab his boss's head and does so, accidentally moving the blue hat off his head causing it to fall somewhere on the couch. Apollo takes advantage and caresses his boss's tangled, greasy and slightly gray hair, also pushing him further down, deepening their bloody kiss.
They separate. A string of bloody saliva joins them for a matter of seconds as they gasp. Apollo's eyes are glassy and Phoenix likes that a lot, he would like to see him cry, he would like Apollo to scream so much that his steel strings break for days, that he can't even speak no matter how hard he tries.
He would love to do that and know that he was the culprit. And maybe the drug is affecting him a little too. His body feels light and heavy at the same time, he wants to drop onto Apollo but he doesn't want to fucking suffocate him either. Give in to his desires.
He stands next to him and hugs him awkwardly. A little more and Apollo falls off the couch but maneuvers and comes face to face with his boss. Embarrassed, he lowers his head and hides in his chest, inhaling his ripe scent from his frayed jacket that needs a good wash.
Phoenix strokes his hair gently, almost in a paternal way, but Apollo feels a little impulsive and tangles his legs with Phoenix's, rubbing himself shamelessly against his thigh.
The pianist simply laughs and allows him to do what he wants. Apollo doesn't notice more blood dripping from his nose until Phoenix carefully wipes it away with his thumb. The lawyer looks up, finding his boss sucking his bloody thumb.
He feels horny and embarrassed.