(his mind stops working for a moment, too lost in the moment of having his arms wrapped around klavier in a casual touch they've both come to year and accept and want. kisses have become a part of his every day life, along with that smile he thinks klavier still reserves only for him.
klavier is like a drug to apollo, and he's more than okay with this kind of addiction. but eventually, he snaps to it, remembering seconds ago he spoke and klavier responded. he stares up at his lover, entranced at how easily he leans into his hand, how much he wants to fit into it.
apollo does nothing to stop the spread of a small smile on his face.) How did this happen? You and me. Us, I mean. You're so much of my life now, you just...
(finding words is somewhat of a struggle, laughing awkwardly as he realizes this is the most honest he's ever been. aside from their confession, of course.) I never come home to an empty apartment. Hell, I live with you. It's because of you I never have to sleep alone, and god, I can kiss you and touch whenever I want, I can call you by your name without worrying about it being weird. God, we sexted earlier! Just-- how...
(there's another laugh, all nervousness and hesitation gone, and it's light and airy and bright. the way he tries to be for klavier. he leans his head forward to rest against klavier's chest, taking in a quiet, deep breath. just to get a little bit of his scent. warm, sweet, a little bit of dog fur... he loves it. all of it.) How did I get so lucky to get you?
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klavier is like a drug to apollo, and he's more than okay with this kind of addiction. but eventually, he snaps to it, remembering seconds ago he spoke and klavier responded. he stares up at his lover, entranced at how easily he leans into his hand, how much he wants to fit into it.
apollo does nothing to stop the spread of a small smile on his face.) How did this happen? You and me. Us, I mean. You're so much of my life now, you just...
(finding words is somewhat of a struggle, laughing awkwardly as he realizes this is the most honest he's ever been. aside from their confession, of course.) I never come home to an empty apartment. Hell, I live with you. It's because of you I never have to sleep alone, and god, I can kiss you and touch whenever I want, I can call you by your name without worrying about it being weird. God, we sexted earlier! Just-- how...
(there's another laugh, all nervousness and hesitation gone, and it's light and airy and bright. the way he tries to be for klavier. he leans his head forward to rest against klavier's chest, taking in a quiet, deep breath. just to get a little bit of his scent. warm, sweet, a little bit of dog fur... he loves it. all of it.) How did I get so lucky to get you?