(he's been wounded, bruised, beaten both emotionally and physically, far more than any human should ever be susceptible to. but klavier's touch, the way his skin glides so delicately and carefully as if his hands alone were able to heal every physical infringement upon apollo's body. his heart pounds in his chest, every minor shift of his body, how their lips slide together so perfectly, the excitement causing apollo to grip klavier's hair just that bit tighter.
it's almost more than he's prepared for, his mind still swimming with conflict, is this the right time, should he really be letting himself go like this, is any part of this right. but then again, if it hadn't happened now, would it ever have? would apollo ever have learned how deeply he touched klavier's heart, how much they'd let their own lives swell to include the other as much as possible?
there's a flicker of a memory, clay telling apollo to get his act together or he'll regret it. sometimes missed chances are missed lives. and he knows for certain if he pulled away this time, he might not be able to go back to this. he allows himself to be pull in my klavier's mouth, drawn that bit closer to him.
open his up his heart fully.
the tongue shocks him, suddenly a hint of wet warmth he wasn't expecting. though, with how long they've both been waiting... it makes sense. he hesitates, giving himself a moment to consider just how far he wants to go. his mouth opens slowly to allow klavier's tongue, his breath, his life. every bit of it.
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it's almost more than he's prepared for, his mind still swimming with conflict, is this the right time, should he really be letting himself go like this, is any part of this right. but then again, if it hadn't happened now, would it ever have? would apollo ever have learned how deeply he touched klavier's heart, how much they'd let their own lives swell to include the other as much as possible?
there's a flicker of a memory, clay telling apollo to get his act together or he'll regret it. sometimes missed chances are missed lives. and he knows for certain if he pulled away this time, he might not be able to go back to this. he allows himself to be pull in my klavier's mouth, drawn that bit closer to him.
open his up his heart fully.
the tongue shocks him, suddenly a hint of wet warmth he wasn't expecting. though, with how long they've both been waiting... it makes sense. he hesitates, giving himself a moment to consider just how far he wants to go. his mouth opens slowly to allow klavier's tongue, his breath, his life. every bit of it.
apollo will take all of it, one piece at a time.)