[It's a bit unfair that Klavier uses his natural charm to this degree on his own boyfriend. He knows exactly what gets Apollo weak at the knees, and there was no sign of the man every becoming used to it, or dulling the effect. But all's fair in love and war, they say, and Klavier would take the former part of the proverb and make use of it.
Apollo's eyes melt like chocolate in front of him, and the blush on his cheeks is all but apparent as he secures that hold, ready to pick up Apollo if they needed to go somewhere else. Which, honestly, looks like it was going to happen.
But Apollo's own hands are at work too, snaking their way under his shirt and glossing over his skin with fingers that were so much softer than his own calloused ones. Ticklish enough for his body to lurch into it with a slight shiver, the most disheveled reaction he would get out of him in some time. With a shaky breath, he turns his attention back to Apollo, lips finally catching some air that he must have lost when he felt those hands wander against his skin.]
Right. The date.
[Klavier hoists Apollo up slightly, waddling his way towards his bedroom in the most undignified manner. Not that he was ever going for grace.]
My gaudy purple sheets object to that statement, but I'll let it slide just this once.
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Apollo's eyes melt like chocolate in front of him, and the blush on his cheeks is all but apparent as he secures that hold, ready to pick up Apollo if they needed to go somewhere else. Which, honestly, looks like it was going to happen.
But Apollo's own hands are at work too, snaking their way under his shirt and glossing over his skin with fingers that were so much softer than his own calloused ones. Ticklish enough for his body to lurch into it with a slight shiver, the most disheveled reaction he would get out of him in some time. With a shaky breath, he turns his attention back to Apollo, lips finally catching some air that he must have lost when he felt those hands wander against his skin.]
Right. The date.
[Klavier hoists Apollo up slightly, waddling his way towards his bedroom in the most undignified manner. Not that he was ever going for grace.]
My gaudy purple sheets object to that statement, but I'll let it slide just this once.