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I. the cheeks.
(for attempted sneaky kisses that are short but linger)
Cheek kisses are reserved for the courthouse, and Apollo swears they shouldn’t kiss in the courthouse. If someone saw, to say they could receive negative attention is an understatement. Yet, it happens at random, so quickly not even he can remember how it happens but it lingers, lingers, lingers. All he remembers is that he’ll be talking to Athena, and Klavier, in all of his glory will pretend to be engrossed in what they are talking about in relation to work but Apollo knows better—he knows Klavier is just there to be around him.
(Klavier thinks it’s a bit selfish of him but does not tell Apollo.)
When he’s done pretending, he says his goodbyes and kisses Apollo on his cheek and Athena giggles at their display of affection but it’s okay, because their secret is safe with her.
Apollo’s cheeks turn a beautiful cherry red.
“Y-You-! Klavier!”
But Klavier winks and is already retreating from his boyfriend’s wrath.
(Oh, but Apollo will get back at him.)
At the Prosecutor’s Offices, Apollo stops over to drop off some files for Klavier in his personal office that looks more like a recording studio than anything else. Klavier is on that office chair of his (if a recliner could even be called that) and doesn’t notice Apollo just yet. He looks so gorgeous—crossed legs, his gentle tone as he’s speaking on his cell phone, papers piled up in his hands like a bouquet because Klavier Gavin doesn’t believe in a file cabinet or folders and for a minute Apollo just drowns in just how perfect this man is.
(It should be illegal.)
His eyes finally find Apollo and he tells his client that he will speak with them later and gives Apollo his undivided attention.
“Got those files you wanted from your house,” he says, handing them over.
“Thanks, schatzi. I can’t believe I forgot them,” Klavier sighs. “At least I have you.”
Apollo flicks his hair lightly. “Yes, well, what if I weren’t available? You doof.”
“But you were,” Klavier grinned.
(What a doof.)
Apollo ends up laughing, one so soft it could mend wounds and instantly, Klavier feels like he’s seen the light and he’s been driven out of darkness.
Seeing this, Apollo leans down to kiss Klavier’s cheek for the briefest moment and he relishes in his lover’s flush, the way his eyes widen ever so slightly and lastly, the warm smile that could stop wars that formed on his lips.
(They say nothing for both of them feel warmth and love for one another.)
Then, they hear a throat clear. It is Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth standing at the door and they both gulp to such an extent it could be heard by all. For the next fifteen minutes, they’re lectured about showing intimacy in the workplace and why it is disfavored.
But they’ll keep at the sneaky kisses (or “attempted” sneaky kisses.)
It’s their little piece of heaven.
II. the forehead.
(oh my, how ironic!)
Apollo Justice has a terrible, no good, scandalous secret.
For all the “Herr Forehead’s” he’s heard since he’s met Klavier Gavin, shamefully enough (and it is really shameful, he promises), he loves when Klavier kisses his forehead.
Why, oh why? It should be the least favorite thing he likes because Klavier loves to joke like it’s no one’s business but it makes him melt, oh god, it makes him melt and it makes his heart flutter and it makes him curl up like Mikeko and he just can’t take it so he surrenders to Klavier’s methods of sweet affection and accepts it all as he deserves.
(There’s a method to this scandalous kiss.)
It is one kiss but many. They are cuddling on the couch, watching some god-awful romance movie that they could have acted out better with a fifty-dollar budget when Klavier pulls him close and wraps his arms about Apollo and stares at him with such a longing you’d think that Klavier was searching for him since his birth, and then it happens. He leans down and delivers the soft kiss that feels like many different ones.
Frozen in place, Apollo stares. The world is drowned out and Klavier before him is the only thing that matters.
Apollo Justice has a terrible, no good, scandalous secret.
(It’s not really shameful at all.)
He loves when Klavier kisses his forehead.
III. the hands.
(do you care for worshipping me, my love?)
Klavier Gavin had a dream when he was younger, and that was to be courted. He wanted to be carried like a bride, he wanted to be the one that was spoiled, not the other way around. Since becoming a singer, it was his obligation to spoil others, and it was his fate to never receive what he wanted. He’d die if someone actually flirted with him but yet still he lived. It was only take, take, take.
It was then, he resigned to his fate.
(And then fate finally decided to give.)
Fate gifted Klavier with a short, easy-to-fluster, little Defense Attorney by the name of Apollo Justice who’s kind of a snarky little shit (but Klavier loves that, it floors him, even when he’s being snarky to him) and it was from there Klavier would realize his dreams would come true.
(The first time it happened, Klavier thanked god that “death by flirtation” wasn’t actually a thing.)
Apollo took Klavier’s hand, raised it to his lips, and kissed it gently.
“Hmm, I don’t spoil you enough, do I, Klavier?”
(His soft voice makes Klavier’s heart skip a beat.)
“Well? Tell me…”
“U-Uhm…,” Klavier stuttered. “I… Well, I…”
Apollo hums and grasps both of Klavier’s hands, and then his lips attack. Kiss, kiss, kiss, even the rings which never left his fingers got love and affection. Each kiss is like a mark that would never fade and would still be there until the end of time and Klavier’s heart cries out:
please, please spoil me, I deserve it, I want it, please, schatzi, I love you…
And Apollo doesn’t need Athena’s ability to hear what Klavier’s heart is telling him.
(It’s just so obvious.)
“Do you like it when I kiss your hands?”
“Yes,” he swooned. “I do.”
“Then let me spoil you some more, Klav…”
Klavier indulges. Oh, does he indulge.
IV. the arms.
(it’s like taking a shower, but for people drunk on love)
Klavier’s kisses are soft, gentle, and full of the desire he harbored for Apollo for some time before he finally confessed. In his desire, he does not leave one part of his body un-kissed (untouched), and spoke of his love like a priest to the congregation. That smile that was surely blessed by the gods forms on his face as he leans down and begins. First, he starts with Apollo’s left arm. He starts with kissing the palm of his hand, working his way up to his wrist, and soon, the flurry of kisses begin like sweet rain coming down to bless the land deprived of nourishment.
(Apollo feels like he’s been blessed, truly.)
Klavier takes his time, slowly kissing the soft skin presented before himuntil he reaches Apollo’s shoulder and then he stops.
He switches arms.
(How can one man be so delicate?)
The same method, at the same intensity, almost mirrored. What is different, is Apollo’s soft breathing turned jagged and tainted with a pooling desire that has yet to be made into a coherent sentence.
Klavier noticed, and smirked.
(Damn that smirk, he always knows.)
“More?” He asks.
“By all means.”
V. the lips.
(for when the cute, tender little kisses and the courting are not enough and they want to feel the heat)
First: Apollo’s back connects with the wall. It fills him with such a delight and doesn’t bring him pain. He looks up at Klavier and he can see just how wild and mad he can get this man and that invigorates him. Those eyes stare at him intensely, they do not move, and neither does Apollo’s. They speak words to one another without actually doing so and in the next minute Klavier is kissing him, demanding he submit and let it be known it is acknowleged that Apollo submits.
(But not for long.)
Second: Apollo breaks the kiss and switches their positions. He grasps Klavier’s shirt and forces him to lean down so that he may claim dominance. Apollo is not innocent. His kiss is accompanied by aggressive bites to the lips and soon his tongue slides in Klavier’s mouth and the surprised, muffled moans that follow is a divine symphony he could never be bored of.
(Catching Klavier off guard is his specialty.)
Third: They grind against each other, not even kissing but the sounds of their grunts and growls and their need as they press against each other sound in the room, but it is still not enough. Klavier picks up Apollo, and they kiss again, moaning as the heat rises within them and it doesn’t stop, oh, it doesn’t stop. It grows and consumes them and if they don’t satiate it, they will never find peace.
(They let it consume, consume, consume.)
Fourth: Klavier throws Apollo on the bed, pins him down, and they’re kissing again, wet and sloppy, because god, they love to kiss each other before they do anything else because it’s just such a perfect means in getting themturned on that they don’t even think about taking off each other’s clothes just yet but instead tease one another until it is that time to bring each other to the brink of pleasure.
(It is that time.)
Fifth: The bed shakes and creaks in agony and it doesn’t stop as Klavier ravishes Apollo. He shows no mercy but Apollo doesn’t want mercy, he wants it all and he wants it to be seeped in his skin so that he remembers, remembers that he belongs to Klavier and Klavier belongs to him and that there is no power in this world that could change that. They’re closer, now. Closer and closer to their peak and Apollo can’t stop now. He cries and he cries out, speaking Klavier’s name so loud that he’s pretty sure their neighbors are going to file a complaint ten times over. Apollo simply doesn’t care.
His eyes gloss, his lips part, his body shakes.
The final ‘Klavier’ leaves his lips.
(They lie next to each other, and they hold one another, calming down from their dance.)
Klavier pecks his lips, and Apollo couldn’t be happier.
“I love you, Klavier,” Apollo whispers. “Love you so, so much…”
That soft, beautiful smile forms on Klavier’s face again.
“Ich liebe dich, my Apollo.”