Motivation, [He manages to get out, as Apollo makes his way through the doorframe and drops his bag off to the side. It's sweet and calm, nothing short of relaxed and welcoming. The days had been really taxing on Apollo--he could always tell in the way Apollo's shoulders slumped, the way he wore that fatigue that he masked with a smile. The lawyer was good at putting on a poker face, but Klavier had learned the tell tale signs of how to see past it (thank you, Trucy Wright) and knew that this was just waht Apollo needed.
But before he can place those arms on his shoulders, before he can make another movement, Apollo's arms snake around his waist, those hands brushing up against his shirt and gliding until they link firmly behind his back. A soft brush of his lips against his own when the man welcomes him with a kiss and even more so when he returns it, letting the feeling trap him in a whirlwind of warmth and security.
Apollo would often tell him how safe he felt in his arms. But Klavier would argue the same back. He never felt like he belonged more than how he did in Apollo's hold, as short-stature as it was.
His head tilts, angling his lips to massage against his boyfriend's, whispering a soft 'welcome' inbetween breaths. The rest of what Klavier was going to say after 'motivation' never comes. This was a much better alternative, and the end goal he'd longed for.]
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But before he can place those arms on his shoulders, before he can make another movement, Apollo's arms snake around his waist, those hands brushing up against his shirt and gliding until they link firmly behind his back. A soft brush of his lips against his own when the man welcomes him with a kiss and even more so when he returns it, letting the feeling trap him in a whirlwind of warmth and security.
Apollo would often tell him how safe he felt in his arms. But Klavier would argue the same back. He never felt like he belonged more than how he did in Apollo's hold, as short-stature as it was.
His head tilts, angling his lips to massage against his boyfriend's, whispering a soft 'welcome' inbetween breaths. The rest of what Klavier was going to say after 'motivation' never comes. This was a much better alternative, and the end goal he'd longed for.]