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(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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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.