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i never need my bracelet with you. you've never once lied to me and i'll believe in you no matter what. i love you more than i know how to say, klavier.
and i still want you on your knees in front of me (●♡∀♡))ヾ☆*。
(there's complete radio silence from apollo's end as he just stares. at that text. he's just staring so judgmentally for a good, solid 5 minutes before completely ignoring it and not bothering with a response.
well, over text at least.
he wraps up his case just about efficiently as he can, but also choosing to be a complete ass (and a brat) and make klavier wait a good hour before deciding okay, he can head home now. the man has probably suffered long enough, he needs to learn that lines like that!! are just!!! not!!! ACCEPTABLE!!!
even if they make apollo's heart skip a few beats, he'll deny it til his dying day.
so, it's just over an hour later that apollo finally comes home, knocking on the door (instead of just entering, it is his home, too), and without any hesitation, as soon as klavier opens the door:) That is by far, the worst pickup line I've ever heard.
[The door opens, and...well, it seems like Apollo had caught Klavier at just the right (wrong?) time. He'd obviously been getting more comfortable outside of his suit, preferring jogging pants and a band (his) t-shirt. His hair was undone, crimped from being curled up in its iconic drill style all day, and spread out like angel hair pasta down the opposite side of his neck. His face, normally coated forehead to chin in makeup, was now wiped clean, freckles speckling his face from under his eyes all the way to his ears.
And worst of all, the smile he wears when he opens it, as if he were just caught taking a cookie from the jar and already eating it.]
Ah... (any protests he had begin to fade away in his mind, and this is nothing but the absolute best time to catch klavier. end of the day, when he strips off the glimmerous outer layer of himself to something more casual, something apollo finds himself far too in love with on a daily basis. how his hair falls and curls around his shoulders, formal rock star clothes replaced with more snug clothing, all the better for apollo to cuddle against (and really that's his favorite thing to do), but what kills him every time is the face.
those freckles dotting his face, apollo mentally trailing lines between all of them, bringing him speechless. no different from the first time he saw them, and he's not sure if they'll ever stop making his heart race just a little faster. his face brightens to bright red, mouth slightly agape as he stares at something too wonderful to just be called "boyfriend".
eventually, the teasing words klavier speaks hit him, finally finding his voice again when he speaks.) Y... You tricked me!
Trick is such an awful way to phrase it, Apollo. [He coos, leaning against the doorframe and bending down to peck his lips on the lawyer's cheek.] I like to think of it as incentive.
[And in turn, he'd never be over the way those eyes widen at him unkempt, the way he can see those pupils tracing every crimp of his hair, the way they play connect-the-dots with his freckles, the way he tries not to sneak peeks at his band shirt to see if he recognizes the name or not. Klavier was far from having the ability to perceive, but that may just be because Apollo was always so obvious with his emotions. His smile glistens as he pulls away, moving to the side and gesturing for him to come in.]
Since you're here...
[A hand reaches for his, looping it lightly by the wrist to pull him in.]
(the kiss on his cheek does nothing to lessen his blush, only adding another shade of red to deepen it. his words are so smooth and apollo still has no idea how he manages to keep himself together when that melodic voice is ripping his case to shreds in court.
maybe it's because he's more of a fighter than a lover when someone's life is at stake. he almost pouts, lips pressing together and tightening as he weakly glares off to the side.) So what, you just tell bad jokes to irritate me hoping I'll come over quicker...
(there's no bite to his words, always lost in the sight of klavier being too loving and doting to really ever drag it out. he's too beautiful to be mad at, too full of love and everything apollo wants to even try to be sarcastic. he's weak to klavier, almost pathetically so, and truly? he doesn't mind.
he does nothing to resist the gentle invitation into their home, only shaking out of the hold to maneuver his hand to intertwine with klavier's. a much better hold for both of them, in his opinion. he crosses the threshold, immediately shuffling out of his shoes and carelessly dropping his bag to the side without another thought. his attention turns back to klavier as his gaze lingers on him for only a few more seconds before he decides to wrap his arm snugly around klavier's waist. pulling him in closer and standing up on tiptoe gives him the perfect angle to place his lips against his boyfriend's for anything but a short kiss, eyes fluttering closed and letting out a relieved sigh while taking in everything klaver is.)
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.]
(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.
[It was a warm welcome after a hard day of work, and while Klavier would never attribute the hardships of a prosecutor's line of work to the...less-than-wealthy clients Apollo unfortunately gets pulled into helping, the feeling of collapsing in each other's arms, wrapped up in a mutual kiss that could go on forever if either had their way.
His neck cranes down a bit, trying to make it not so taxing on Apollo's smaller stature, letting his advantage be the higher ground as he accepts whatever Apollo is willing to give. His mouth opens in unison with the man's own, teeth gliding along the bottom lip as he lets himself fall victim to the embrace, the touch, the moment. Everywhere that Apollo touched, from their lips to the hands gliding along his back, he feels more at home than ever, shared breath echoing off their cheeks.
It's not until they rise for those quick breaths that Apollo speaks, Klavier's reply as soft as those brown eyes staring so earnestly back at him.]
(the day's exhaustion flows out of apollo in waves, with every slide of their touch, every breath shared between them, and it's like there's not an ounce of fatigue left in his body when they pull away.
he's always appreciated klavier trying to take some of the height out of the kisses, leaning down like that, making it so much easier for apollo to wrap his arms around, tug him closer to press flush against each other. the thought that he comes home to this every day, someone warm and loving welcoming him and ready to do nothing but lavish affection on him...
it does nothing but have apollo's gaze shift just the slightest, dreamily staring into klavier's eyes, and it's like it hits him all over again, everything klavier is in his life, what an irreplaceable presence he's become. a hand slowly trails from klavier's back, taking its sweet time dusting over his side and upward, resting on klavier's cheek with a tender brush of apollo's thumb just under his eye.
all the while, apollo never breaks eye contact with his beloved, lips parted just slightly, a look of awe as if klavier is a beautiful sight apollo is seeing for the first time.) How...
[Every kiss was as refreshing as a spring breeze, Klavier exhaling in a breathless wonder as Apollo takes this moment to look at him. Blue eyes meet brown, and he seems to get lost in them, warm like chocolate and with a glint in them that Klavier found made them have just the slightest tint of amber to them. Things you notice when they're the only thing you want to notice.
That hand ghosts against his shirt, wrapping around his side and up to his cheek. It's warmth is intoxicating, his face leaning instinctively into it and letting it rest there. Klavier Gavin had never thought he'd ever hook up with someone. Something just wasn't clicking with anyone he had dates with.
Maybe it was because he was only limiting himself to people who WANTED to date him on the outside. The answer was as clear as day staring him across the courtroom, and when hey saw that face looking at him, as determined as it was to show the truth to the world...he'd fallen.
What a fool he was to even doubt that. The man was special, and if that man can see something special in him...
How? What a good question. How couldn't he fall in love with that?]
How...?
[He asks curiously, wondering what the question in Apollo's head.]
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I'm almost wanting to take you up on that outfit.
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if i wear it, you won't do anything weird, right
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[2/3] I promise you'll have it on for five minutes at most.
[3/3] Because it has to come off eventually.
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[2/2] ... and. well. honestly, the thought of you being the one to take it off REALLY turns me on
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But I still want to take that off you.
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and i still want you on your knees in front of me (●♡∀♡))ヾ☆*。
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Which is why you better prepare yourself for that.
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[2/3] look, with you, i can prepare for this as much as i want, but you'll still blow me away every time
[3/3] that pun was intentional btw
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[2/2] Don't get a-head of yourself, Justice.
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or at least testimony. very loud testimony
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Chords of Steel
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I'm certainly not complaining.
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You stole my heart, after all.
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well, over text at least.
he wraps up his case just about efficiently as he can, but also choosing to be a complete ass (and a brat) and make klavier wait a good hour before deciding okay, he can head home now. the man has probably suffered long enough, he needs to learn that lines like that!! are just!!! not!!! ACCEPTABLE!!!
even if they make apollo's heart skip a few beats, he'll deny it til his dying day.
so, it's just over an hour later that apollo finally comes home, knocking on the door (instead of just entering, it is his home, too), and without any hesitation, as soon as klavier opens the door:) That is by far, the worst pickup line I've ever heard.
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And worst of all, the smile he wears when he opens it, as if he were just caught taking a cookie from the jar and already eating it.]
I know.
It got you over here, ja?
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those freckles dotting his face, apollo mentally trailing lines between all of them, bringing him speechless. no different from the first time he saw them, and he's not sure if they'll ever stop making his heart race just a little faster. his face brightens to bright red, mouth slightly agape as he stares at something too wonderful to just be called "boyfriend".
eventually, the teasing words klavier speaks hit him, finally finding his voice again when he speaks.) Y... You tricked me!
(but god, did it have to squeak like that.)
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[And in turn, he'd never be over the way those eyes widen at him unkempt, the way he can see those pupils tracing every crimp of his hair, the way they play connect-the-dots with his freckles, the way he tries not to sneak peeks at his band shirt to see if he recognizes the name or not. Klavier was far from having the ability to perceive, but that may just be because Apollo was always so obvious with his emotions. His smile glistens as he pulls away, moving to the side and gesturing for him to come in.]
Since you're here...
[A hand reaches for his, looping it lightly by the wrist to pull him in.]
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maybe it's because he's more of a fighter than a lover when someone's life is at stake. he almost pouts, lips pressing together and tightening as he weakly glares off to the side.) So what, you just tell bad jokes to irritate me hoping I'll come over quicker...
(there's no bite to his words, always lost in the sight of klavier being too loving and doting to really ever drag it out. he's too beautiful to be mad at, too full of love and everything apollo wants to even try to be sarcastic. he's weak to klavier, almost pathetically so, and truly? he doesn't mind.
he does nothing to resist the gentle invitation into their home, only shaking out of the hold to maneuver his hand to intertwine with klavier's. a much better hold for both of them, in his opinion. he crosses the threshold, immediately shuffling out of his shoes and carelessly dropping his bag to the side without another thought. his attention turns back to klavier as his gaze lingers on him for only a few more seconds before he decides to wrap his arm snugly around klavier's waist. pulling him in closer and standing up on tiptoe gives him the perfect angle to place his lips against his boyfriend's for anything but a short kiss, eyes fluttering closed and letting out a relieved sigh while taking in everything klaver is.)
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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.]
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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.
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His neck cranes down a bit, trying to make it not so taxing on Apollo's smaller stature, letting his advantage be the higher ground as he accepts whatever Apollo is willing to give. His mouth opens in unison with the man's own, teeth gliding along the bottom lip as he lets himself fall victim to the embrace, the touch, the moment. Everywhere that Apollo touched, from their lips to the hands gliding along his back, he feels more at home than ever, shared breath echoing off their cheeks.
It's not until they rise for those quick breaths that Apollo speaks, Klavier's reply as soft as those brown eyes staring so earnestly back at him.]
I love you too, Apollo.
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he's always appreciated klavier trying to take some of the height out of the kisses, leaning down like that, making it so much easier for apollo to wrap his arms around, tug him closer to press flush against each other. the thought that he comes home to this every day, someone warm and loving welcoming him and ready to do nothing but lavish affection on him...
it does nothing but have apollo's gaze shift just the slightest, dreamily staring into klavier's eyes, and it's like it hits him all over again, everything klavier is in his life, what an irreplaceable presence he's become. a hand slowly trails from klavier's back, taking its sweet time dusting over his side and upward, resting on klavier's cheek with a tender brush of apollo's thumb just under his eye.
all the while, apollo never breaks eye contact with his beloved, lips parted just slightly, a look of awe as if klavier is a beautiful sight apollo is seeing for the first time.) How...
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That hand ghosts against his shirt, wrapping around his side and up to his cheek. It's warmth is intoxicating, his face leaning instinctively into it and letting it rest there. Klavier Gavin had never thought he'd ever hook up with someone. Something just wasn't clicking with anyone he had dates with.
Maybe it was because he was only limiting himself to people who WANTED to date him on the outside. The answer was as clear as day staring him across the courtroom, and when hey saw that face looking at him, as determined as it was to show the truth to the world...he'd fallen.
What a fool he was to even doubt that. The man was special, and if that man can see something special in him...
How? What a good question. How couldn't he fall in love with that?]
How...?
[He asks curiously, wondering what the question in Apollo's head.]
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