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* Mien Liebe → My Love , Ich Liebe Dich → I love you
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Apollo Justice did not expect to open his phone screen to at least twelve new messages and a missed call from his boyfriend, right after he woke up. It was 7 am, and on a break day after all. Still, might as well humor the rock star and his ego.
Not a single one of the messages that Gavin sent gave an explanation as to why he was up nor why he was bothering Apollo this early in the morning. All twelve messages consisted of the different names that he had ever called Apollo, ranging from Mien Liebe to Herr Forehead to Apollo’s full name (In all caps). Just as he opened the messaging app, another one popped on the top of his small screen, reading ‘apollo’. Simply ‘apollo’. Not even capitalized at his point.
He responded simply to his boyfriend’s antics, with a single ‘Yessss, Prosecutor Gavin?’. Apollo could imagine the star dramatically clutching his heart and rolling over in his bed at the name. Immediately, the man on the other side of the screen replied with Apollo’s name, once more in all caps. At this point, the younger man was getting tired of seeing his own name after only thirteen messages.
His phone rang right after, with Klavier’s contact name appearing right near the top of his screen. As much as he wanted to get out of bed and at least tidy up his appearance, his phone would just get blasted with a thousand-fold more messages and calls. The German really did seem desperate, now.
Apollo clicked the little green button as he simultaneously got out of bed, making his way to the bathroom. Not even before he entered, the line connected and he could hear the excitement in the blonde’s voice as he yelled out “Mien liebe!”
Apollo set his phone down on a pedestal on his bathroom counter, just so the running water wouldn’t reach it. “Good morning to you as well, love.” Klavier was quick to start the conversation as soon as he heard his boyfriend respond, making a very audible and exaggerated pout. “I miss youuuuuu…”
He dragged his syllables out… he knows very well how to get Apollo guilty.
“Yeah, yeah I miss you too; still doesn’t excuse the fact that you woke me up at 7:30 am, just because of that. The prosecutor’s laughter could be heard quite clearly through the audio connection (Oh how Apollo was such a sucker for that laugh; even if he wouldn’t admit it). As if he was right there in the bathroom with him, Apollo could visualize every action Klavier did through the sound of his phone. He heard the rushing water from Apollo’s side of the phone call, and the shuffling of sheets could be heard; signifying he was just getting out of his own. Even his lovestruck smirk could be heard when he responded, “Guilty as charged!”
Apollo had just finished brushing his teeth when he heard the man on the other side groan and ask “When are you coming over?” promptly spitting out his mouthwash onto the mirror… very loudly. “You’re asking me that now?! At 6:00??” Klavier showed no hesitation, and simply humed in agreement. “Pleaseeee…” Klavier, once more, pouted.
…
Apollo really was a sucker when his boyfriend pouted like an insatiable child.
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“Get off me, you dumbass…”
A soft hum of contentment could only be heard from the man lying directly on top of Apollo. Klavier was extremely comfortable in their current position, but Apollo definitely wasn’t.
It is true, he did like cuddling with his boyfriend, but not when the larger man was literally pinning and suffocating him onto the couch. Not a single limb of Apollo’s could’ve been moved for the past 30 minutes since he arrived, and he could feel exactly how sore each of them were getting.
Klavier finally brought his head up from Apollo’s chest to look up directly at his face. “I thought you were the one who wanted to cuddle together, Herr Forehead?” The musician cocked an eyebrow and gave a smug grin to the defense attorney. Normally, Apollo would’ve made huff of disapproval and pecked the blonde’s own head, stating ‘You were the one who wanted me to come over here in the first place!” but…
… Apollo could only think of how close the former Gavinner’s smug grin was to his own lips.
The brunette gave a huff and turned his head to the right, avoiding the question. the blonde on his chest only chuckled at his lover’s behavior, and stuck out his tongue in a playful manner. Teasing Apollo was always a fun pastime for him, especially when he got to see how flustered he could become from a simple phrase of gesture. The shorter man’s inexperience in a relationship of this sort was definitely showing twenty-four seven.
However, Klavier himself was… extremely clingy. Perhaps it comes from the track record of losing the people he cares about the most (Apollo felt slightly guilty for that, but with the amount of affection Klavier showered over him and a good talk from him, he was sure that all that was pretty much behind them) perhaps it was something else entirely. Perhaps he was just like this by some randomly specific nature. The Justice wouldn’t dare to pry into the secrets of his significant other; not unless he wanted to tell him first.
After a brief moment of silence, the twin… ahoge-d (?) man turned his head back to the one on top of him. “Why do you even like it on my chest?” He was genuinely curious, and intended to find out the truth. Klavier however, did not look forward to giving him a straight answer any time soon. And so the straightest answer he gave was “Tits,” and leaned his head back into Apollo’s red hoodie; only earning a groan of annoyance from the man.
The attorney realized exactly how futile any resistance would be, so he just settled for wrapping his arms tightly around the waist of his lover. It gave his limbs that slight bit of freedom to move (he could feel the sting soreness in them) and well… he might as well cherish the soft moment the two of them have.
The rock star hummed in acknowledgment of Herr Forehead’s surrender and mumbled a few German words into his torso. Yet, Apollo could still make them out and what they meant. He’d said them to him a lot, after all.
“Ich liebe dich.”
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