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(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.]
(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?
[Apollo's words are sickeningly sweet in the best way, flowing from his lips and shaking Klavier's heart like the softest, strongest ballad, stirring his heartstrings until they ached. Each word softens his blue eyes even more.
Just listening to Apollo weave a tapestry of words in order to explain what they had, what they would have in the future, and everything in between. Lips split into a smile at the word sexted, the idea still humourous to him that they'd even attempted it. That's just what this relationship should be, though, right? Loving tender moments, times when you have to be sad but knowing the other will let you cry on them, knowing that you'll be okay in their arms and the sadness will pass. And then the moments where you can poke fun at each other, call each other teasing names or even stupider ones, make fun of their -sexting-, argue about comics.
That's what a true relationship was.
Apollo's head leans against his chest, and one hand reaches up to rub his hand along his shoulderblades. His chin leans down, tilting sideways to press his cheek against the top of the man's head, letting the feeling of his body heat stick as long as he can.
As for Apollo's question?]
I think we had equal luck in finding each other. Because from my eyes, I'm just as lucky.
(there's nothing he can do in the face of this aside from melt completely into klavier's touch, arms tightening around him and nuzzling against his collarbone with a smile.
this is what he's worked for in this relationship. for apollo and klavier to be open and loving, to take every bit of each other, their grief, their joy, their pain, their love. something apollo tries to shower klavier with on the daily, if it's possible. seeing klavier's face, feeling his touch, hearing his voice. he can tell, even without his bracelet, just how overjoyed his loved one is in this very moment. and in the end, that's all that matters to him. klavier feeling loved and cared for and appreciated for the incredible human being he is.
there's a soft laugh that escapes through his lips, shifting just enough to press kisses all along klavier's neck, his jawline, up to his cheek. all with a smile that exudes how much he adores the man holding him.) If you're even half as happy as I am, then I know I'm finally doing something right.
[Although Apollo would never, ever admit it, Klavier feels much the same way about him. Apollo was someone who often made himself happy by seeing other people's happiness, often times making them happy on his own volition. It was such an endearing trait of his...and Klavier can't help but nuzzle into his hair just thinking about how kind of a soul Apollo truly was. He had a rougher, harder outer shell, but underneath beat a soft heart. Something Klavier cherished with all of his being.
Something that only he got to see so openly in moments like this.
He truly loved that about Apollo.]
I can say with ultimate confidence, Apollo Justice, that whatever you're feeling, I can easily double it.
[A hint of a challenge flows off his tongue, lips pressing to the top of his head.]
(apollo may put others’ happiness as a priority, but he put klavier’s above the entire world. before they started dating, apollo would have walked through fire and hell just to see klavier smile at him, and not the “ja ja fraulein” smile, the unguarded and open smile that apollo noticed was quite rare. and here they are now, apollo just has to glance at klavier, and the smile that makes his heart skip a beat is on his face with no hesitation, often followed by an affectionate “i love you” that still, to this day, gave him butterflies in his stomach.
he hopes that feeling never leaves him.
his heart swells with nothing short of pure joy and pride, hearing from klavier’s own mouth just how incredible of a job he’d been doing as a boyfriend. apollo would be lying (and he’d know it) if he said he wasn’t at all concerned about how he was as a boyfriend. the way klavier can simply wave off apollo’s worries as if they have no place existing, it elates him clear over the moon. all the affection and love, it only makes him press more kisses into klavier’s skin, burying himself in just a little more.
but then there’s that tone. the tone that challenges apollo, and he shifts away, just enough to face him… and promptly erupts into giggles. they shake his whole body, shoulders quaking from amusement and a hand over his mouth like he’s trying to hide the sight for some reason.) Are we seriously having the “no I love you more” argument? The one argument no one has ever won?
[It's funny, Klavier would have never thought Apollo would put his happiness in such high esteem. (Not to be humble--far from it. Klavier was never one to downplay his own importance when it came to his own popularity). Especially before they dated, he had assumed that--while acquaintances--Apollo had more important things to worry about. Cases, rent, getting his paycheck on tie,, his boss...the list goes on. But here he was, putting him before anything else in his life, smiling at him like the sun rose just for him...
It was truly the happiest he'd been, with this man in his arms, holding him close so he could look into those warm brown eyes that reminded him of warm chocolate, sincerity in them that he had long thought had been lost from the world. It was perfect.
He was perfect.
And nothing says it more than how he grabs Apollos face with his palms, cupping his cheeks and cradling it gently.]
Herr Forehead! I'd argue that until the end of time!
[He says in a singsong voice, trying to keep himself from laughing too hard.
It's true, though. They're lawyers by occupation and nature. They're destined to debate until the end of time. Or until the 3rd day in court because Japanifornia added in an express lane for murders.]
(it's not just klavier's happiness, apollo has always been the type to make sure others have what they need and are happy before he does the same for himself.
the only difference is that it's klavier, and he will go above and beyond to do whatever he can to make the man he loves smile. but now with them dating and able to be as open as they desire, he doesn't have to hide behind excuses and gestures. if he does something to make klavier happy, all he has to do it is say it's because he wants to nad he loves him.
he's in the perfect position to blow a raspberry straight in his face, but he resists the temptation (for now), and chooses to switch from an innocent smile to a more playful and challenging smirk.
quite similar to the one he uses in court.) Hold it! I bet I can end this argument, and you'll be left without any objections to it.
(as confident as he is in court, but as playful and vulnerable as he is in private.)
[It's that face that Klavier loved the most. The confident stare, his big brown eyes fierce and fiery, but with a softness like melted caramel. If you asked Klavier, it was something that only Apollo could successfully pull off. One of the many things he would say when telling the world just how great his boyfriend was. And believe him, he had a lot to say on that subject.
Apollo's face practically rests in his hands, and with their faces so close, a raspberry would have yielded quite hilarious results, but what Apollo does instead gets that challenging grin back out of the prosecutor, eyes flickering with life like a wave on the ocean at the 'Hold it!'
Were they in court? They might as well be, they certainly had a lot of banter to go around with their feelings towards each other. Enough to make the Judge want to excuse himself.]
Evidence is everything, Apollo!
[He smiles, tilting his head in more, his voice low and taking on a more playful, challenging tone.]
(klavier's challenge only lights a fire in apollo, already mentally on his way to make a case for himself. as if things are no different from when they face off in court, minus the excited butterflies apollo feels for no reason other than this is klavier.
he leans into the touch, soaking in the feeling of klavier holding him like he's precious, a treasured and important part of his life. sparks of electricity flow through him as he recognizes that familiar light in klavier's eyes, the one that says he's ready and willing to face off with apollo, despite this being a simple lover's debate. nothing as dramatic as having someone's life on the line.
he speaks with conviction and strength as though he really is standing at the defense's bench, one hand over klavier's on his face, the other quickly making its way to the back of his loved one's head.) You are my evidence.
(he pulls klavier in for a heated kiss, deftly sliding his tongue in to deepen it as much as he can. the kiss is by no means short, but he chooses not to make it too long lest he forget to make his point. pulling away flushed and bright eyed, he smiles up at klavier with stars and hearts in his eyes.) I love you as much as you love me. Anything more or less than that just seems unfair.
[It was how Klavier liked Apollo the most: confident and determined, brows creased in thought and voice strong. It's what makes Klavier's stomach tighten, what made him go weak at the knees every time without fail.
The very thing that had won his heart in their first case, the moment he spun the courtroom on its head.
He can feel the hand on his own, and the other snaking around his head and threading between blonde locks of hair. He had always been Apollo's from the moment they'd met (technically, about .5 of a court day from the moment they met), whether either knew it at the time or not, and nothing says it better, more simply, than Apollo's words right there. His blue eyes practically melt, head tilting into that touch.]
And how--
[But Apollo takes advantage of his open mouth, sliding his tongue in for a chaste, but passionate kiss. Making out wasn't something that was foreign to them--hell, they did it more often than one would think--but it wasn't often that Apollo initiated this portion of it. It was a nice change of pace, as his lips brush up against his, accepting and drinking in that kiss for all that it's offered.
It is, unfortunately, a rather quick kiss by Klavier's standards, pulling away almost as quickly as they'd come together. He'd be disappointed, if it weren't for the man's eyes, flicking with a bright glow only found in Apollo's big brown irises.
He can't hide his smile no matter how hard he tries.]
(with how often and how passionately klavier could speak about apollo, there's still a small part of him that can't quite understand what klavier sees in him. even stranger still, the man he loved found his courtroom side so enchanting, the one side apollo felt could be the most embarrassing. hardly keeping it together, flying on nothing more than a bluff, often times having to figure out things as he went along.
but if a man like klavier gavin could gaze at apollo, see something worthwhile, worth loving, then he really can't bother finding any reason to object to it.
it had been a struggle, at first, to come to terms with the fact that someone as awe inspiring and world changing as klavier adored him as much as he did. normally, having a loved one as perfect as klavier would make one only boost their self-esteem, but apollo's... well, it tended to plummet. stressing over if he was truly good enough, how long it would last, what would even be left at the end of the day.
but days turned into weeks, into months, and nothing changed. klavier's love for him only grew, far more open and willing to display affection at the drop of a hat. those little voices of doubt were eventually crushed underfoot of klavier's undying emotions for him, and now? apollo wouldn't have it any other way.
he shuffles those few inches closer, to fully press their bodies against each other to give apollo a better position to leave idle kisses down klavier's face and neck.) Then the defense rests. Although... the defense would also like to bring up a point the prosecution made earlier.
(stated in a rather pleasing tone, as apollo's hand drifts down from his head, over his back, down right to klavier's ass
and gives it a firm squeeze.) If they're still interested in pursuing that.
[It had taken Klavier ages to get Apollo to the right comfort level to do something like this, hands trailing down his back, that knowing, but sly smile he had whenever he thought he was being pretty sneaky. It took some coaxing, and a lot of time before he could see the man's self-esteem start to flourish. Not a lot, but enough that he'd start making the first move.
And honestly, that's all he could really ask for.
In Klavier's honest opinion, resting was the one thing neither the prosecution nor the defense were going to be doing that night. A smile cracks at his little joke, already knowing what's coming before those hands even make it to his ass. But he waits, and lets Apollo speak what he wants and swaying his hips into those hands gently enough to make it appear like he was just switching the weight on his foot.
You know, from an outside perspective. ]
And what point was that, Herr Justice?
[His voice is nothing but a husky whisper now, hanging on Apollo's every word.]
(for all apollo has grown and become more comfortable with flirting and forward physical affection, it's still nothing in light of klavier's skills. a simple whisper is all it takes for apollo to completely loose his train of thought as his face flushes, mouth parting as he gazes up at klavier. he's been hit with another wave of love sickness, hard (in more ways than one), and apollo needs to snap out of it before he turns into another blushing and gaping mess. the way he's always gotten when klavier cranks up the charm even the slightest bit.
apollo would swear klavier has spent months practicing that skill. he probably still does, just to make sure he can continually get apollo into this usual dumbstruck state.
he snaps out of it soon enough, after a few thoughts of how that whisper will sound in ten minutes, hands working back up and down klavier. his fingers crawl under his shirt, brushing over the smooth skin that intoxicates him without even needing to kiss it. there's a well placed kiss on klavier's chin as he takes a moment to collect his thoughts, remember where he was going with this besides the bed.) The... the date.
(... okay, gonna try that again. there's a small, yet confident!! smile as one hand coasts back to klavier's ass, massaging over it as apollo attempts to flirt even half as decently as klavier.) On your gaudy purple sheets. Your words, not mine. But the defense is more than prepared to move forward.
[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.
(apollo wants to fight klavier on that, insist that intentionally using his charm to get apollo weak in the knees and lose track of whatever argument he had in place, shouldn't be allowed.
but that would also insinuate that apollo doesn't absolutely love it when klavier tries to charm him. as if apollo doesn't instantly fall head over heels for klavier every time he flirts with him. after all, who wouldn't want to be charmed by someone as incredible as klavier? the renewed butterflies in his stomach, his heart leaping up out of his chest, losing an argument or two is a small price to pay for klavier going out of his way to express how much he's still in love with apollo.
why wouldn't he want klavier to make a special effort to woo him?
the reaction he gets out of klavier with just a simple touch is more than enough to further apollo's excitement, biting his lip as he attempts to hide the growing smile on his face. one that is promptly erased as klavier hoists apollo up, and the emits an equally undignified squawk. waddling to the bedroom has to be the most unromantic thing klavier as ever done.
which perfectly explains why apollo begins giggling behind his hand. his boyfriend being as charming and romantic as he is comes as more of a bonus than a deciding factor. this is what apollo wanted out of their relationship, after all. not the constant rock star klavier gavin. just klavier, a prosecutor who likes bad puns who's not afraid to poke fun at apollo when he knows it'll end with both of them laughing. it's what he fell so in love with, to be honest. the way klavier will go out of his way to get a smile out of apollo, to make him feel truly loved.
in an emotional and physical aspect. there's still a smile on his face, twirling loose strands of klavier's hair between his fingers as he presses a quick kiss on his nose.) Again, your words, not mine. But as long as we end up on the sheets, I'm not complaining.
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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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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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Just listening to Apollo weave a tapestry of words in order to explain what they had, what they would have in the future, and everything in between. Lips split into a smile at the word sexted, the idea still humourous to him that they'd even attempted it. That's just what this relationship should be, though, right? Loving tender moments, times when you have to be sad but knowing the other will let you cry on them, knowing that you'll be okay in their arms and the sadness will pass. And then the moments where you can poke fun at each other, call each other teasing names or even stupider ones, make fun of their -sexting-, argue about comics.
That's what a true relationship was.
Apollo's head leans against his chest, and one hand reaches up to rub his hand along his shoulderblades. His chin leans down, tilting sideways to press his cheek against the top of the man's head, letting the feeling of his body heat stick as long as he can.
As for Apollo's question?]
I think we had equal luck in finding each other. Because from my eyes, I'm just as lucky.
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this is what he's worked for in this relationship. for apollo and klavier to be open and loving, to take every bit of each other, their grief, their joy, their pain, their love. something apollo tries to shower klavier with on the daily, if it's possible. seeing klavier's face, feeling his touch, hearing his voice. he can tell, even without his bracelet, just how overjoyed his loved one is in this very moment. and in the end, that's all that matters to him. klavier feeling loved and cared for and appreciated for the incredible human being he is.
there's a soft laugh that escapes through his lips, shifting just enough to press kisses all along klavier's neck, his jawline, up to his cheek. all with a smile that exudes how much he adores the man holding him.) If you're even half as happy as I am, then I know I'm finally doing something right.
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Something that only he got to see so openly in moments like this.
He truly loved that about Apollo.]
I can say with ultimate confidence, Apollo Justice, that whatever you're feeling, I can easily double it.
[A hint of a challenge flows off his tongue, lips pressing to the top of his head.]
You've been doing it right from the beginning.
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he hopes that feeling never leaves him.
his heart swells with nothing short of pure joy and pride, hearing from klavier’s own mouth just how incredible of a job he’d been doing as a boyfriend. apollo would be lying (and he’d know it) if he said he wasn’t at all concerned about how he was as a boyfriend. the way klavier can simply wave off apollo’s worries as if they have no place existing, it elates him clear over the moon. all the affection and love, it only makes him press more kisses into klavier’s skin, burying himself in just a little more.
but then there’s that tone. the tone that challenges apollo, and he shifts away, just enough to face him… and promptly erupts into giggles. they shake his whole body, shoulders quaking from amusement and a hand over his mouth like he’s trying to hide the sight for some reason.) Are we seriously having the “no I love you more” argument? The one argument no one has ever won?
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It was truly the happiest he'd been, with this man in his arms, holding him close so he could look into those warm brown eyes that reminded him of warm chocolate, sincerity in them that he had long thought had been lost from the world. It was perfect.
He was perfect.
And nothing says it more than how he grabs Apollos face with his palms, cupping his cheeks and cradling it gently.]
Herr Forehead! I'd argue that until the end of time!
[He says in a singsong voice, trying to keep himself from laughing too hard.
It's true, though. They're lawyers by occupation and nature. They're destined to debate until the end of time. Or until the 3rd day in court because Japanifornia added in an express lane for murders.]
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the only difference is that it's klavier, and he will go above and beyond to do whatever he can to make the man he loves smile. but now with them dating and able to be as open as they desire, he doesn't have to hide behind excuses and gestures. if he does something to make klavier happy, all he has to do it is say it's because he wants to nad he loves him.
he's in the perfect position to blow a raspberry straight in his face, but he resists the temptation (for now), and chooses to switch from an innocent smile to a more playful and challenging smirk.
quite similar to the one he uses in court.) Hold it! I bet I can end this argument, and you'll be left without any objections to it.
(as confident as he is in court, but as playful and vulnerable as he is in private.)
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Apollo's face practically rests in his hands, and with their faces so close, a raspberry would have yielded quite hilarious results, but what Apollo does instead gets that challenging grin back out of the prosecutor, eyes flickering with life like a wave on the ocean at the 'Hold it!'
Were they in court? They might as well be, they certainly had a lot of banter to go around with their feelings towards each other. Enough to make the Judge want to excuse himself.]
Evidence is everything, Apollo!
[He smiles, tilting his head in more, his voice low and taking on a more playful, challenging tone.]
You can't press the witness with this one.
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he leans into the touch, soaking in the feeling of klavier holding him like he's precious, a treasured and important part of his life. sparks of electricity flow through him as he recognizes that familiar light in klavier's eyes, the one that says he's ready and willing to face off with apollo, despite this being a simple lover's debate. nothing as dramatic as having someone's life on the line.
he speaks with conviction and strength as though he really is standing at the defense's bench, one hand over klavier's on his face, the other quickly making its way to the back of his loved one's head.) You are my evidence.
(he pulls klavier in for a heated kiss, deftly sliding his tongue in to deepen it as much as he can. the kiss is by no means short, but he chooses not to make it too long lest he forget to make his point. pulling away flushed and bright eyed, he smiles up at klavier with stars and hearts in his eyes.) I love you as much as you love me. Anything more or less than that just seems unfair.
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The very thing that had won his heart in their first case, the moment he spun the courtroom on its head.
He can feel the hand on his own, and the other snaking around his head and threading between blonde locks of hair. He had always been Apollo's from the moment they'd met (technically, about .5 of a court day from the moment they met), whether either knew it at the time or not, and nothing says it better, more simply, than Apollo's words right there. His blue eyes practically melt, head tilting into that touch.]
And how--
[But Apollo takes advantage of his open mouth, sliding his tongue in for a chaste, but passionate kiss. Making out wasn't something that was foreign to them--hell, they did it more often than one would think--but it wasn't often that Apollo initiated this portion of it. It was a nice change of pace, as his lips brush up against his, accepting and drinking in that kiss for all that it's offered.
It is, unfortunately, a rather quick kiss by Klavier's standards, pulling away almost as quickly as they'd come together. He'd be disappointed, if it weren't for the man's eyes, flicking with a bright glow only found in Apollo's big brown irises.
He can't hide his smile no matter how hard he tries.]
The prosecution has...no objections.
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but if a man like klavier gavin could gaze at apollo, see something worthwhile, worth loving, then he really can't bother finding any reason to object to it.
it had been a struggle, at first, to come to terms with the fact that someone as awe inspiring and world changing as klavier adored him as much as he did. normally, having a loved one as perfect as klavier would make one only boost their self-esteem, but apollo's... well, it tended to plummet. stressing over if he was truly good enough, how long it would last, what would even be left at the end of the day.
but days turned into weeks, into months, and nothing changed. klavier's love for him only grew, far more open and willing to display affection at the drop of a hat. those little voices of doubt were eventually crushed underfoot of klavier's undying emotions for him, and now? apollo wouldn't have it any other way.
he shuffles those few inches closer, to fully press their bodies against each other to give apollo a better position to leave idle kisses down klavier's face and neck.) Then the defense rests. Although... the defense would also like to bring up a point the prosecution made earlier.
(stated in a rather pleasing tone, as apollo's hand drifts down from his head, over his back, down right to klavier's ass
and gives it a firm squeeze.) If they're still interested in pursuing that.
(god only knows i am.)
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And honestly, that's all he could really ask for.
In Klavier's honest opinion, resting was the one thing neither the prosecution nor the defense were going to be doing that night. A smile cracks at his little joke, already knowing what's coming before those hands even make it to his ass. But he waits, and lets Apollo speak what he wants and swaying his hips into those hands gently enough to make it appear like he was just switching the weight on his foot.
You know, from an outside perspective. ]
And what point was that, Herr Justice?
[His voice is nothing but a husky whisper now, hanging on Apollo's every word.]
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apollo would swear klavier has spent months practicing that skill. he probably still does, just to make sure he can continually get apollo into this usual dumbstruck state.
he snaps out of it soon enough, after a few thoughts of how that whisper will sound in ten minutes, hands working back up and down klavier. his fingers crawl under his shirt, brushing over the smooth skin that intoxicates him without even needing to kiss it. there's a well placed kiss on klavier's chin as he takes a moment to collect his thoughts, remember where he was going with this besides the bed.) The... the date.
(... okay, gonna try that again. there's a small, yet confident!! smile as one hand coasts back to klavier's ass, massaging over it as apollo attempts to flirt even half as decently as klavier.) On your gaudy purple sheets. Your words, not mine. But the defense is more than prepared to move forward.
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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.
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but that would also insinuate that apollo doesn't absolutely love it when klavier tries to charm him. as if apollo doesn't instantly fall head over heels for klavier every time he flirts with him. after all, who wouldn't want to be charmed by someone as incredible as klavier? the renewed butterflies in his stomach, his heart leaping up out of his chest, losing an argument or two is a small price to pay for klavier going out of his way to express how much he's still in love with apollo.
why wouldn't he want klavier to make a special effort to woo him?
the reaction he gets out of klavier with just a simple touch is more than enough to further apollo's excitement, biting his lip as he attempts to hide the growing smile on his face. one that is promptly erased as klavier hoists apollo up, and the emits an equally undignified squawk. waddling to the bedroom has to be the most unromantic thing klavier as ever done.
which perfectly explains why apollo begins giggling behind his hand. his boyfriend being as charming and romantic as he is comes as more of a bonus than a deciding factor. this is what apollo wanted out of their relationship, after all. not the constant rock star klavier gavin. just klavier, a prosecutor who likes bad puns who's not afraid to poke fun at apollo when he knows it'll end with both of them laughing. it's what he fell so in love with, to be honest. the way klavier will go out of his way to get a smile out of apollo, to make him feel truly loved.
in an emotional and physical aspect. there's still a smile on his face, twirling loose strands of klavier's hair between his fingers as he presses a quick kiss on his nose.) Again, your words, not mine. But as long as we end up on the sheets, I'm not complaining.
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