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(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.
You know, for being my words, you sure aren't arguing the opposite. Are you trying to say something here, Apollo?
[Klavier's conversation continues as he sways back and forth, making his way past the kitchen and towards the hall.]
Are you trying to say that my sheets are gaudy, in your words? Because....
[He smiles, putting his chin on top of Apollo's head while he rounds the corner, passing the closet and making his way to the room(his own), just a little further down.
This is what he liked most--the little moments where he didn't feel like he had to perform. Where he could waddle like a malfunctioning penguin and complain about Apollo's complaining about his sheets. Where he could see Apollo attempt to mask that laughter behind his hand.]
It's going to be very hard for you to get in the mood with such gaudy sheets, I'd think.
(the desire to bite back with one of his usual sarcastic remarks dies the longer klavier holds him like this, something so ridiculous and cartoonish, yet intimate and warm. how klavier pulls him close, rests his chin on apollo’s head, a smile brightening apollo’s face at the gesture as he nuzzles klavier’s neck. this was all he’d ever wanted, and everything he’d ever wanted to give to klavier. love, a smile on his face, warm memories and laughter. when klavier let down his walls, when he didn’t have to worry about being a rock star, or a prosecutor, but let all the walls and shells come down, that’s who apollo wanted to bring true happiness to.
and if their borderline childish banter could give that to him, apollo would gladly keep it up. that is, until he has moments where he was just has to be honest. and being honest about his (very strong) emotions regarding klavier made him feel as though he were confessing all over again.
a few soft kisses to klavier’s neck, a low hum of a chuckle as he cupped klavier’s face in his hands, his beautiful, precious, one of a kind, melt your heart every time face. god, apollo was truly weak to him.) You want me to be honest? Well…
(apollo takes a moment to tuck klavier’s hair behind an ear, still gazing at him with warm, far too loving eyes as he presses a single kiss to klavier’s lips.) I don’t care what kind of sheets you have. So long as I get to look at you, so long as I’m on them with you, that’s all I care about.
[His lips curl into a smile as he hoists him up a little more in his arms, actually lifting him an inch or so off the ground so he can get him over the threshold to his room and towards his bed, gaudy purple sheets and all. His weight leans forward, letting Apollo fall back first onto that comforter but not so that his weight is thrown on him, instead using his elbows to prop him up just above him, returning that kiss now that he's got the higher ground.]
But that's good, I wouldn't want your eyes anywhere but on me.
[His hand reaches up to brush those strands of hair out of the way, leaning down to lock lips once more with him. No longer needing to hold either of them up, his arms are free to roam as he kisses, fingers trailing along creases in his shirt and brushing over where his vest starts. They trail the edge until they find a button, fingers dexterous enough to undo the top one with one hand.
It was moments like this that Klavier treasured the most. Whether they were on the bed together, in the entrance to the apartment, or even just watching a movie on the couch. With Apollo, they were always the best times of his life, and he never wanted them to end.
Apollo saved him in more ways than one, and he'd always be thankful for that.]
Is it really a save if it’s what I was thinking the whole time? (klavier may not be a walking lie detector like most of the pwaa, but he hopes the sincerity in his voice makes it through, that klavier does believe apollo’s only thought has been being intimate with klavier no matter the sheets beneath them. he lets himself fall back gently against the bed, arms extended out as klavier follows him, and a smile on his face that’s been there specially for klavier ever since they first said “i love you”.)
Why would I need to look at anything else when I’ve got the most beautiful sight in the world in front of me?
(it’s stated more quietly than his usual voice, using that certain tone for when he’s speaking from the heart. his own hands mimic klavier’s, tucking silky golden strands behind his boyfriend’s ear as he returns the kiss fervently, a more than content sigh escaping through his nose as he smiles just the tiniest bit into the kiss. he was happy. hell, by this point in their relationship, happy was an understatement. just looking at klavier improved his moods by astronomical bounds (as clay would and often did say).
he’s more than thrilled to let things continue as they are, slowly kissing and trailing each other’s bodies, intimate touches and words meant only for each other. but it’s when klavier begins taking off apollo’s clothes that he pulls away, just far enough to speak through a few pants and out of breath gasps.) About that. Do you mind if I top this time?
(he’s hesitant and small, the way he always is when asking for something. he’s still adjusting to being able to do that with klavier, or even knowing that klavier encourages apollo voicing his own wants and needs. he bites his lower lip anxiously, desperately hoping he didn’t ruin any plans for the evening.)
It's a save because you insulted my beautiful purple sheets~ [He teases, exhaling in both laughter and relief as he truly soaks in the moment they now have. Speaking truthfully, he knew Apollo spoke nothing but true love to him, his words as romantic and heartfelt as any storybook. He loved that about him the most--and he often found that it were those types of people that made the best defense attorneys.
His smile spreads, lighting up the space between them an only contrasted by those steel blue eyes.]
I'd object that I'm seeing something much more beautiful, but I suppose there's no judge to overrule you.
[Apollo's body language was easy enough to read, though, the way it shies from his fingers for just a moment--not rejection, but a nonverbal way of telling him to wait one moment. Although he'd never guess that was what Apollo was going to ask. Then again, he knew that he'd often been the top in this relationship, it was only natural that Apollo would want to experience that with him as well.
This would certainly be a first.]
Bold tonight, ja?
[With a smile that says he doesn't mind in the least, starting to shift his weight so that he can fall on his back against the bed.]
It’s not an insult if it’s the truth! (it was astounding how easily this all came, playful teasing at each other no matter the mood. if anything, it only added to the atmosphere, making them all the more comfortable in each other’s arms. being able to lovingly poke fun at one another, tease in a singsong voice that only expresses how much they adore each other, those moments were the ones that made apollo more than overjoyed in his relationship.
and no moment was more special to him than the one they were experiencing right now. with a few playful words, klavier is on his back, apparently more than willing to let apollo take the reins on this one, and that gets his heart pounding. he’s got little to no experience in a scenario like this, but he did his research, and if klavier trusts him? there’s no reason not to.
he soon follows suit, pushing himself off his back and rolling over on top of klavier, arms and knees on either side of his boyfriend’s head and hips respectively, and oh god, maybe he didn’t think this through enough.
words die out in his mouth as he stares down at klavier beneath him, and he’s never looked this stunning before, and suddenly every masterpiece in the world pales in comparison to the sight apollo has at this very moment. one hand gently cups klavier’s cheek, his thumb brushing just under klavier’s eye as he takes in every detail below him. each charming freckle making his face all the more beautiful, how his hair spreads out like golden thread, those gorgeous blue eyes positively shining back up at him
his mouth speaks before his brain can catch up, his tone nothing but awe and the purest love he can offer.) You’re gorgeous, Klavier.
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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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[Klavier's conversation continues as he sways back and forth, making his way past the kitchen and towards the hall.]
Are you trying to say that my sheets are gaudy, in your words? Because....
[He smiles, putting his chin on top of Apollo's head while he rounds the corner, passing the closet and making his way to the room(his own), just a little further down.
This is what he liked most--the little moments where he didn't feel like he had to perform. Where he could waddle like a malfunctioning penguin and complain about Apollo's complaining about his sheets. Where he could see Apollo attempt to mask that laughter behind his hand.]
It's going to be very hard for you to get in the mood with such gaudy sheets, I'd think.
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and if their borderline childish banter could give that to him, apollo would gladly keep it up. that is, until he has moments where he was just has to be honest. and being honest about his (very strong) emotions regarding klavier made him feel as though he were confessing all over again.
a few soft kisses to klavier’s neck, a low hum of a chuckle as he cupped klavier’s face in his hands, his beautiful, precious, one of a kind, melt your heart every time face. god, apollo was truly weak to him.) You want me to be honest? Well…
(apollo takes a moment to tuck klavier’s hair behind an ear, still gazing at him with warm, far too loving eyes as he presses a single kiss to klavier’s lips.) I don’t care what kind of sheets you have. So long as I get to look at you, so long as I’m on them with you, that’s all I care about.
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[His lips curl into a smile as he hoists him up a little more in his arms, actually lifting him an inch or so off the ground so he can get him over the threshold to his room and towards his bed, gaudy purple sheets and all. His weight leans forward, letting Apollo fall back first onto that comforter but not so that his weight is thrown on him, instead using his elbows to prop him up just above him, returning that kiss now that he's got the higher ground.]
But that's good, I wouldn't want your eyes anywhere but on me.
[His hand reaches up to brush those strands of hair out of the way, leaning down to lock lips once more with him. No longer needing to hold either of them up, his arms are free to roam as he kisses, fingers trailing along creases in his shirt and brushing over where his vest starts. They trail the edge until they find a button, fingers dexterous enough to undo the top one with one hand.
It was moments like this that Klavier treasured the most. Whether they were on the bed together, in the entrance to the apartment, or even just watching a movie on the couch. With Apollo, they were always the best times of his life, and he never wanted them to end.
Apollo saved him in more ways than one, and he'd always be thankful for that.]
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Why would I need to look at anything else when I’ve got the most beautiful sight in the world in front of me?
(it’s stated more quietly than his usual voice, using that certain tone for when he’s speaking from the heart. his own hands mimic klavier’s, tucking silky golden strands behind his boyfriend’s ear as he returns the kiss fervently, a more than content sigh escaping through his nose as he smiles just the tiniest bit into the kiss. he was happy. hell, by this point in their relationship, happy was an understatement. just looking at klavier improved his moods by astronomical bounds (as clay would and often did say).
he’s more than thrilled to let things continue as they are, slowly kissing and trailing each other’s bodies, intimate touches and words meant only for each other. but it’s when klavier begins taking off apollo’s clothes that he pulls away, just far enough to speak through a few pants and out of breath gasps.) About that. Do you mind if I top this time?
(he’s hesitant and small, the way he always is when asking for something. he’s still adjusting to being able to do that with klavier, or even knowing that klavier encourages apollo voicing his own wants and needs. he bites his lower lip anxiously, desperately hoping he didn’t ruin any plans for the evening.)
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His smile spreads, lighting up the space between them an only contrasted by those steel blue eyes.]
I'd object that I'm seeing something much more beautiful, but I suppose there's no judge to overrule you.
[Apollo's body language was easy enough to read, though, the way it shies from his fingers for just a moment--not rejection, but a nonverbal way of telling him to wait one moment. Although he'd never guess that was what Apollo was going to ask. Then again, he knew that he'd often been the top in this relationship, it was only natural that Apollo would want to experience that with him as well.
This would certainly be a first.]
Bold tonight, ja?
[With a smile that says he doesn't mind in the least, starting to shift his weight so that he can fall on his back against the bed.]
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and no moment was more special to him than the one they were experiencing right now. with a few playful words, klavier is on his back, apparently more than willing to let apollo take the reins on this one, and that gets his heart pounding. he’s got little to no experience in a scenario like this, but he did his research, and if klavier trusts him? there’s no reason not to.
he soon follows suit, pushing himself off his back and rolling over on top of klavier, arms and knees on either side of his boyfriend’s head and hips respectively, and oh god, maybe he didn’t think this through enough.
words die out in his mouth as he stares down at klavier beneath him, and he’s never looked this stunning before, and suddenly every masterpiece in the world pales in comparison to the sight apollo has at this very moment. one hand gently cups klavier’s cheek, his thumb brushing just under klavier’s eye as he takes in every detail below him. each charming freckle making his face all the more beautiful, how his hair spreads out like golden thread, those gorgeous blue eyes positively shining back up at him
his mouth speaks before his brain can catch up, his tone nothing but awe and the purest love he can offer.) You’re gorgeous, Klavier.