(apollo found the best way to end a grueling and taxing day was in klavier's arms, lips firmly against his own as another sigh slips between their mouths. it was a wonderful feeling, being welcomed home and greeted with open arms that offered nothing but love and comfort. he doubts he'll ever grow tired of this.
as usual, he has to stand on tiptoe to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth just that little bit more to take as much as he can. he's never grown bored of these kisses, never not been in the mood to welcome any kind of attention from klavier. he yearns for it, craves it as soon as the man comes into sight and apollo wants to touch him wherever possible.
arms slide up and down his back, tightening around to pull him closer and press against each other, chest to chest. the soft feel of klavier under his fingers, the scent of him as their mouths open and glide against each other softly, the quiet sound of breaths mingling.
yeah, apollo remembers what he came here for, pulling away for air but still staying as close to his mouth as possible.) I love you.
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as usual, he has to stand on tiptoe to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth just that little bit more to take as much as he can. he's never grown bored of these kisses, never not been in the mood to welcome any kind of attention from klavier. he yearns for it, craves it as soon as the man comes into sight and apollo wants to touch him wherever possible.
arms slide up and down his back, tightening around to pull him closer and press against each other, chest to chest. the soft feel of klavier under his fingers, the scent of him as their mouths open and glide against each other softly, the quiet sound of breaths mingling.
yeah, apollo remembers what he came here for, pulling away for air but still staying as close to his mouth as possible.) I love you.