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Examining his reflection again, Klavier huffed out a sigh. Three changes of clothes and he still wasn't one hundred percent sure that he had put together the perfect balance of artfully casual and effortlessly gorgeous. He pulled his hair out of the bun tied atop his head and grumbled, pulling it back into a low ponytail before changing his clothes yet again. Finally having settled on a pair of dark low rise jeans with a silver belt and a faded vintage concert t shirt, he fiddled with the silver rings on his fingers as he scanned through his jewlery.
With a start, Klavier glanced at the clock and realized that he was pushing time. Klavier Gavin was a lot of things, but he was never late. He quickly grabbed a chain that sat just below the collar of his shirt, adorned his ears with his trademark silver rings and headed to the door of his apartment. Slinging a black leather jacket over his shoulders as he did so, he tucked his helmet under his arm as strolled out to his motorcycle. Normally, the sound of the engine revving and the vibration thrumming through him would send a sense of calm over his mind and body, the freedom of cruising through open roads causing anything else to fade away. Now, the rapid beating of his heart outpaced that reliable feeling.
Who do you think you are, Klavier thought to himself as he drummed his fingers on the handle, stopped at a red light. This is a simple visit, not even a date. You will go, and you will be charming as usual and everything will be fine.
Despite his thoughts running rampant, he smirked as he was reminded of a certain attorney's mantra that he'd overheard in the court lobby many a time.
"I'm Apollo Justice and I'm fine!"
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"Oh come on," Apollo grumbled into the carpet, having just tripped over his own pant leg and crumpled to the ground. An excellent thing to happen when Klavier would be here any minute. Thank god that he'd at least managed to clean his apartment, but if he couldn't pull himself together, that would be just as bad. As he wrestled with his jeans, a knock sounded at the door.
"Agh- Coming!" he called, finally managing to stand and pull a hoodie over his head as he jogged down the small hallway to the door. Finally, he wrenched the door open to see a dazzling smile.
"Greetings, Herr- hmm..." Klavier hesitated, lowering his sunglasses. "Well, I suppose I can't exactly call you Forehead, can I?" He flashed a teasing smirk as he reached out and nudged Apollo's rumpled hair away, fingertips brushing his forehead.
Apollo immediately felt his face heat up and smacked Klavier's hand away. "Can't be court-ready all the time, can I? You're looking very casual, yourself."
"Not too casual, I hope," Klavier winked. "Since I have the honour of seeing the Justice residence for myself. May I?"
"Oh, yes, come on in," Apollo replied hurriedly, reaching out to take the cardboard box from Klavier's other hand. "Thank you for picking up the food, by the way. Let me know how much I owe you."
Klavier scoffed, setting his helmet down next to his newly discarded boots. "It's no trouble at all. My treat today. If you must, you can buy for us next time."
Apollo cursed his skipping heart at the mention of a 'next time.' They'd had a few scattered occasions of ordering in takeout when working on particularly challenging cases at the same time. Once, Klavier had even secretly had some sandwiches delivered to the courthouse when a trial had gone for over six hours. Apollo had nearly wept when he was sneakily handed a bahn-mi during the ten minute recess, as the prosecutor winked with a finger pressed to his lips.
However, they had never been to each other's residences before. Only their offices, the courthouse and the odd café when they needed a change of scenery when swapping opinions on cases. Apollo hummed to himself as he set the takeout boxes on his kitchen counter. He was frankly surprised at how easy it had been to, in the spur of the moment, offer for Klavier to come over for a movie to celebrate the end of a grueling fraud case that they'd both had a hand in. He was even more surprised that he'd agreed. Despite the fact that they'd been getting along well, Apollo would not have thought that Klavier would ever be interested in spending time with him outside of work-related situations. Or that Apollo would be able to tolerate another jab about his hair or voice.
"Herr Forehead?"
Case in point. Apollo snapped back to the present, throwing an annoyed glance over his shoulder to see Klavier looking at him expectantly. He'd hung up his leather jacket at the door and Apollo was definitely not thinking about the lines of muscle in his tanned arms. "Would you care to give me the grand tour?"
"Oh!" Apollo straightened up. "Sure thing, there's not much to see, though."
"I'll the judge of that, I think," Klavier replied, tucking his sunglasses into his shirt collar and leaning forward expectantly.
After an exceedingly quick tour of the small apartment, followed by ferrying the boxes of pizza and garlic bread to the sitting room table, they both collapsed into the couch. Idle conversation hummed between them as Apollo fired up the movie they were watching and Klavier helped himself to the food.
"You said you'd never seen this before, right?"
Klavier shook his head. "Heard the buzz about it when it came out, but never watched for myself. Although I heard many people like it. It's got some good music, ja?"
"I think so, yeah," Apollo tilted his head in thought. "Trucy told me about it. It's not a groundbreaking story really, but the visuals are great and I think its still a fun watch. Did you want something different?"
"This is fine by me, Herr Forehead, perhaps I will learn something about your taste," Klavier waggled his eyebrows and Apollo shook his head with an eyeroll.
The movie kicked off just as Apollo had remembered it and the two of them dissolved into silence as they focused on watching and eating. After several long days of investigation and trials back to back, Apollo felt himself sinking into the couch as his eyes flickered over the familiar scenes. Sharing his usual post-case treat of takeout and a movie with Klavier was much less daunting than his mind had been making it out to be.
At one point, Apollo glanced at Klavier to ask a question, but stopped short. Klavier was focused intently on the movie, a half eaten pizza slice in one hand, a bit of tomato smeared next to the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be engrossed in the song playing, his head nodding and fingers tapping on his leg as his sharp eyes flickered over the picture, unaware of the smudge on his face. The prosecutor swallowed his food and raised an eyebrow, having noticed Apollo's stare. With a quiet chuckle huffed out of his nose, Apollo made a swiping motion with his thumb to the side of his own mouth.
Klavier startled, dragging the heel of his hand over his jaw. "Ach...very distinguished of me, I see," he murmured to himself with a sheepish smile. "This is good so far, I'm enjoying it."
"Seems natural for a rock star to get messy every once in awhile," Apollo quipped back.
With a short bark of a laugh, Klavier raised his pizza in a toasting gesture. "I suppose you're right, Justice."
They sat in comfortable silence for awhile as the movie went on, with only the odd laugh at an onscreen joke or quip about the music. Without even realizing it, Apollo had begun singing along to one of the songs playing and shifting his shoulders side to side. He had almost forgotten Klavier was there until he happened to glance over and spy the rockstar eyeing him sideways with raised eyebrows and a barely concealed smile.
"Sorry," Apollo apologized hastily, sticking his hands back in his lap. "I should be letting you enjoy the movie."
"I'm very much enjoying, don't you worry." The genuine tone did absolutely nothing to help Apollo's desire to collapse into himself and just disappear. "I don't know if I've ever mentioned it, but you have quite the voice, Justice," Klavier continued, leaning one arm against the back of the couch. "You'd make a fine singer, I'd wager."
"I don't know about that," he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm not a singer, I just do some voice warmups for my Chords of Steel training sometimes."
"Warmups do not a singer make, you have talent," Klavier told him frankly, inclining his head. "But please, don't stop on my account," he winked.
That invitation did not ease the fire burning Apollo from the inside out and all he managed was a sheepish nod. He felt far too aware of his own actions, now having the knowledge that Klavier was watching his little habits. The fact that Klavier surprisingly at least tolerated, if not enjoyed, what he was hearing was the only thing keeping full on dread from wracking Apollo's body. Fortunately, with the welcome distraction of the movie playing, he was soon sucked back in and the very catchy vocals compelled him to sing along again, a little quieter this time. Klavier had even picked up on the tunes easily and was humming or whistling along with the songs playing, easily keeping up with Apollo's singing. Sharing the melody between the two of them made Apollo's shoulders drop and the simmering nerves in his stomach ease off a little.
Although they absolutely flared once again when Klavier's arm lightly brushed his and he tuned into how close they were sitting. Something about that small bit of contact flipped Apollo's stomach like one of Trucy's trick batons and suddenly he could focus on nothing else. His gaze angled down to see Klavier's fingers tapping on the couch cushion between them and how Apollo's hand was laying close by. Very close by, in fact. It could be so easy to just inch out a finger and touch the side of his hand. A quiet, careful ask, a test of the waters. Klavier's proficiency in guitar meant that Apollo had seen up close the intricate ways in which his fingers could move many times, not that he thought about it often at all. It wasn't all that much really, that he had imagined intertwining their fingers, feeling the ridges of Klavier's knuckles, the press of his rings, the ways he may squeeze Apollo's hand or run the pad of his thumb over his skin. He was right there, completely, feasibly in reach and Apollo could just reach out, right then and there and find out for himself.
As he was debating, Klavier shifted his arm up and Apollo leant back instinctively. "Just a little bit stiff, I'm afraid, Herr Forehead," he explained, rotating his shoulders.
"Oh, sorry," Apollo rushed to say, trying furiously to keep his face composed, as if Klavier had read his thoughts. The creeping feeling that he'd just lost an opportunity to be close to him didn't sit well.
"No need to apologize," Klavier replied with an easy smile. He slung his arm closest to Apollo back over the couch. "As long as we're both comfortable, ja?" His eyes flickered from Apollo's to the vacant space in the opening of his shoulder and back. Apollo couldn't help but intuit a double meaning from his statement.
As long as we're both comfortable, huh?
Before he could regret it, he hesitated for only a moment before shifting closer and leaning up against Klavier's side. The darkening evening had started to cool down his apartment, but Klavier was warm against him. And Apollo would never admit it aloud, but the fact that he was shorter than the prosecutor was a benefit in this moment. It meant that if he leant backwards and closer to Klavier, he could fit himself right in the crook of his neck. So he did.
He tried not to notice, but he couldn't help his powers of perception subtly honing in on the way Klavier slightly tensed as he leaned more into him. Trying to look up at his face only earned Apollo an eyeful of his tanned neck and he felt his mouth grow dry.
"Still feeling stiff, Klav?" he asked quietly, feeling a thrill jump in his chest as he saw Klavier swallow with a very quiet intake of breath.
"Not at all," the man replied, just a little too quickly.
Apollo scoffed with a smug grin. "Mhm." But he didn't push it, instead resting his head back against Klavier's shoulder. A cocktail of self-satisfaction and hunger brewed in his stomach, but as silence fell between them again, his heart couldn't resist fluttering at the gentle, easy weight of the arm leant behind him.
Even as Apollo leant into him, Klavier could tell that he was as tense as a well-tuned guitar string. Unable to shake the feeling that it was something he had done, some pressure that he had unintentionally applied, Klavier shoved down his own nerves and dropped his arm to more snugly hold around Apollo's shoulders. The attorney let out a tiny muffled noise of impact, but didn't protest or move away. After a minute, as Klavier's thumb gently rubbed back and forth against his arm, Apollo gradually relaxed against him. Much to the mercy of Klavier's heart. It was thumping out of control, less than ideal as Apollo nuzzled in to lie his head against Klavier's collar.
Get it together, Gavin, Klavier berated himself, forcing his other hand to unclench. Justice didn't invite you over to be awkward over a little cuddling.
The movie may has well been white noise with how much Klavier was paying attention. He was much more focused on the small movements of Apollo's chest as he breathed, the warmth of his body, the soft hums along to the songs in the movie, the softness of his hair tickling under his chin. Letting out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, Klavier leant his cheek against Apollo's hair. It was all he could do to drink in this rare moment of closeness, as he did every time Apollo had willingly given him a hug or patted his back or sat close to him. Although, Klavier could not point to a moment that they had been closer than this. He foolishly allowed himself to hope that it wouldn't be the last.
When they finally got to a scene towards the end of the movie, the main character being cast aside by her friends and mother figure, Apollo heard a sharp inhale next to him. He glanced over to see Klavier, eyes wide and hand partially covering his mouth. As her mentor could not even look at the girl and she cried out for acceptance in despair, Apollo watched with a pang in his chest as tears started to gather in Klavier's eyes.
"Klav?" he ventured hesitantly. "You alright?" Well, that sure felt like a stupid question.
"Ah, yes, I'm alright," Klavier replied, clearing his throat and glancing at Apollo before quickly wiping the tears at the corners of his eyes, letting his hand drop. "Apologies, I'm being ridiculous, really. It's only a movie."
Wordlessly, Apollo reached over and laid his hand over Klavier's on his lap. The prosector stiffened for a moment, looking at their hands and then up to meet Apollo's gaze. "I don't blame you in the slightest, I cried buckets when I first saw this. Compared to me, you're doing pretty well." Klavier chuckled wetly, clearing his throat again with a quiet sniff.
"Do you want to pause for now?" Apollo added as he moved to pick up the remote. "I wouldn't be offended."
"No, not at all, Herr Forehead," Klavier replied immediately. His accompanied wink was a little less effective with his teary eyes. "I would argue the merit of a good piece of art is bringing emotion. I'd like to see where it goes."
With a sympathetic smile, Apollo set the remote back down and leaned back into his comfortable position in Klavier's arms. It was only when Klavier's fingers twitched against his did he realize they were still holding hands. The flipping in Apollo's stomach returned with renewed fervour. This was definitely uncharted territory.
Klavier's heart was thumping like a thrashing drumbeat. Apollo's hand in his felt warm and he had started absently rubbing his thumb over the back of Klavier's knuckles. That small gesture was making Klavier want to put his head through a wall. It was baffling to him that he could grin and brush off screams of fans, flirtatious comments about his body, any number of incredibly forward advances, and yet, Apollo's gentle smile and distracted stroking of his hand made him want to explode. The temptation to press his lips to the back of Apollo's hand was overwhelming, and then to follow it by tracing his mouth along Apollo's arm, keeping his eyes trained on the attorney's face, watching his eyes widen and cheeks redden, continue pressing kisses up his arm, his shoulder, his neck, smother his face with them...
A change of scene in the movie snapped Klavier out of his thoughts, swallowing as he returned his thoughts to the present. He took a breath, trying to slow the beating of his heart, which was immediately counteracted by Apollo squeezing his hand. Damn this silly, adorable attorney, likely concerned that he was still feeling off from earlier. Klavier simply smiled and squeezed back in response, knowing that if he looked and saw Apollo sitting close to him with those warm brown eyes, he wouldn't be able to resist any temptation.
The rest of the movie passed without incident, just a few hushed comments passed between them. The tension of the film had been building during one of the final musical performances and as the screen cut to black with a sharp boom, Klavier had tensed at the sudden sound as it yanked him out of his distracted thoughts of where else he would like Apollo's hands on him.
"Ack!" Apollo yelped as Klavier's arm tightened sharply and briefly around him in reflex. "Whoa, you ok?" he asked with a chuckle.
"You're one to talk, you jumped too, Herr Forehead," Klavier replied back, resting his hand against his chest with a breathless smirk.
"Sure, because someone just flailed around next to me."
"Mm, a likely story. And look, I'm perfectly fine, no flailing to be seen, thank you very much."
"Prosecutor Gavin, telling lies? What's the world coming to?"
Klavier gasped in mock shock, intentionally squeezing his arm around Apollo's shoulders this time. "Me, telling lies? I simply meant that it was much more dignified than some miserable flailing."
With a snort, Apollo shoved at Klavier's leg and settled back into his spot leaned up next to him. "I know what I saw, your charm can't hide everything."
He really should have been quicker with a snappy reply, but Klavier was focused on too many things at once. For one, he had felt Apollo's chuckle so close to his ear and the sound was lingering in his mind like a broken record. Apollo's hand had also not left his leg and his thumb was now rubbing absent, slow circles, his fingers curling along his inner thigh.
"You think I'm charming, hm?" Klavier purred against Apollo's temple, pleased to feel a faint shiver down his spine. Yet Apollo determinedly was not looking at him.
"I didn't say that."
Klavier chuckled lowly. "And yet, I know you despise lying, Herr Forehead. You and I both know what you meant, ja?"
"Trust me, I would never say anything to grow that already overinflated ego of yours," replied Apollo, moving his hand to poke once at the prosecutor's chest.
"Come now, humour me, what about me has captivated you so?" Klavier grinned.
Apollo sighed, crossing his arms. "You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"When have I ever?" Apollo fell silent for a long enough time that Klavier leant forward to catch a glimpse of his face, brow furrowed in thought. "It takes you that long to think of anything?"
"Patience is a virtue, Klav."
"Ach, you wound me, liebling~" Klavier bemoaned, exaggeratedly throwing his free arm over his eyes in a fainting gesture and leaning his weight more into Apollo. "No praise for the great Klavier Gavin?"
"Oof- hey! Get off me, you ridiculous, crazy-"
"Don't forget charming!"
"Oh shut up, asshole," Apollo huffed as he tried to shove back some of Klavier's weight. Finally pushing him off, he grabbed for the remote with a grumble of "We're going to have to rewind now, we're missing the epilogue."
"Ah ah, not just yet." Apollo glowered at Klavier as he swiped the remote away, dangling it between two fingers with a smirk. "I believe you were expounding upon my 'charms,' ja? Go on."
"I'll expound you into next week if you don't get a grip."
Apollo could not have regretted his choice of words faster as Klavier's eyes twinkled and he fanned himself with his other hand. "Herr Forehead, so bold! Don't threaten me with a good time."
"That- that's not what I meant and you know it," he stammered. "Why are you so fixated on this?"
"Can a man not be curious?"
"I mean sure," Apollo replied with a grab for the remote, which Klavier swiftly dodged. "But you have thousands of adoring fans to validate that image, what does it matter to you what I think?"
For a moment, Klavier's smile froze on his face as he hesitated, causing Apollo to do the same. "I would argue that's different."
"How so?"
Klavier gave him a look out of the corner of his eye, as if he should know the answer. "Well, you know, they don't actually know me. And...I trust you more than most."
Now it was Apollo's turn to pause. "You're not just talking about my opinion just now, are you?" The whirlwind of the past few months came back to him, Daryan's arrest, Machi Tobaye's indictment, Kristoph's sentencing. For the second time.
Klavier's face had dropped, his eyes hardening as he looked pointedly at the coffee table and Apollo berated himself for asking such a direct question. "I'm just...surprised you'd give me the credit of your trust," he stumbled on, leaning forward. "You really mean that?"
Klavier glanced back up at him, his winning smile back on full display. "Of course! I wouldn't share my confidential case files with just anyone. And few people can say that they have had Klavier Gavin over for a casual night in."
Apollo regarded him curiously. "Fair. Can I ask...why me though?"
"Why?" Klavier repeated, his eyes wide. "Why not you? You've proven to be very much worthy of my trust, in many ways. Every opportunity you had to do something underhanded in a trial, to cut corners, you never took the easy way out and stuck to your integrity." He smiled a warm smile that ran Apollo's throat dry and squeezed his heart. "You know who you are and you have no pretenses about your appearances. It's a compliment, I promise," Klavier added hastily with a chuckle at Apollo's indignant expression. "I mean that, at least to me, you seem to always be very much yourself. Not as naive as you were when we first met perhaps, but you're not pretending to be someone you aren't. I truly admire that quality of yours, Apollo. I don't think I could name someone I trust more than you."
Apollo's back went ramrod straight and he felt his face heat up. "I- uh..." He felt himself stumbling over his words as his perceptive powers unconsciously scanned over Klavier's fingers twisting an errant piece of his bangs, the openness of his smile, the crinkling of the corners of his eyes and something else flickering within them. Something that made Apollo's stomach leap into his throat and threaten to block his words. "Thank you. That's very...nice of you." Klavier smiled fondly, but before he could say anything in reply, Apollo soldiered on. In a peculiar way, it felt as if he was on the back foot yet again as he had been in court, and that couldn't stand.
"Those are the kinds of things I like about you," he blurted out. "The charming stuff? It's not necessarily you being a flashy rockstar and winking at your fans. It's the moments where I can see you're not really trying." Klavier's eyebrows raised and his hand stilled where he had been fiddling with his hair. Apollo felt his heart hammering even harder now, but he let the words tumble out while he could. "Like...your eyebrows pinching when you're telling me about something thats troubling you, or when you're humming out a tune for a new song while we're working, or when you get pizza smeared on your face," he added with a grin as Klavier's cheeks reddened and Apollo could see his teeth worrying at the inside of his lip. "I personally find those moments far more charming than any rock ballad and fancy guitar on a big stage."
As he forced himself to step on the brakes before he could ramble on any more, Apollo furiously scanned Klavier's face to assess the damage. With no small stroke to his ego, Klavier looked positively stunned. His mouth hung agape and he blinked at Apollo, his face flushing to a darker shade. Seemingly realizing he was stuck in place, he closed his mouth.
"Well, ahem," Klavier cleared his throat with a sheepish smile. "I suppose I shouldn't have put so much effort into a promising music career if my little mistakes were doing so much for my image, hm?"
Apollo shook his head. "They're not mistakes, they're called being human." Klavier seemed to ponder this, but his attention diverted as soon as Apollo laid a hand on his knee. The attorney smiled at him endearingly, unable to deny the thrill that jumped in his stomach again as the blush crept higher up Klavier's face. "I don't spend time with you because you're the former lead vocalist of a popular band, or because you're a renowned prosecutor. I spend time with you because you're Klavier. And because somehow, shockingly," Apollo added, with a stifled chuckle, "I really enjoy being around you."
Klavier barked out a laugh, half-covering his mouth with a hand as he grinned at Apollo. "Do you, now?"
He nodded, the joke giving way to his sincerity with an earnest smile. "Mhm."
Klavier's eyes twinkled and he laid a hand over Apollo's, still resting on his leg, and it felt as though a current of electricity was running through his fingers. Apollo could have sworn that Klavier had leant in closer, his gaze searching his own, and he desperately hoped that his heart pounding in his ears wasn't as glaringly obvious and loud as it felt.
"Apollo?"
He swallowed hard, hyper aware of Klavier's hand and eyes on him. "Yeah?"
Something had kindled in Klavier's gaze, his eyes now half lidded, their noses close to brushing. "Would you...allow me the chance to make another mistake?"
"I don't think it'll be a mistake," Apollo whispered, his stomach doing backflips as he could feel Klavier's breath on his lips. "You...I...uh..." He felt like his brain was short circuiting as he felt himself falling forward, as if the only thing possible to do in that moment was move closer. His eyes were closing on their own and his breath hitched as Klavier's lips softly brushed his, before they both closed the miniscule distance between them. Apollo's heart leapt into his throat. He had almost expected Klavier to sweep him off his feet, kiss him in some grand, flashy way, steal his breath away and show off his signature cocky smirk. It still did take his breath away, but from the sheer tenderness, the gentle squeeze of Klavier's hand, the softness of Klavier's lips on his, and Apollo's chest ached from it. His arms were glued in place, too stunned to act upon the urge to clutch Klavier close and run his hands over his shoulders, through his hair, up his back. Instead, he was falling into the warmth on his lips, the gravity-defying feeling that had swelled his chest. It was careful, gentle and over all too soon.
After a matter of seconds, Klavier pulled away slowly, but he only moved back a few inches before Apollo leaned back in, his other hand moving swiftly up to cup his jaw as he chased him down. Klavier's heart roared in his ears, his eyes fluttering closed again as he exhaled sharply through his nose. Apollo seemed almost as cautious as himself, kissing him slow and sweetly, his thumb lightly caressing his cheek. With gentle presses of Apollo's lips, his hand on Klavier's leg squeezing tighter, Klavier almost felt like he would be floating away if Apollo wasn't holding on to him. He didn't realize that he had been largely motionless until Apollo slipped his hand out from under his to grasp around the back of his neck, his fingers pressing against his hairline. With his ponytail already close to falling apart, Klavier reached back and pulled his hair free before wrapping his arms around Apollo's waist to pull him as close as he could manage.
Apollo wasted no time threading his hands through his hair, humming appreciatively as Klavier's grip on his waist tightened. A surprised jolt shot up his back as Klavier's tongue pressed against his bottom lip, causing his breath to stutter as he surged forward. The breathy moan that Klavier let out as Apollo slid his tongue into his mouth was the greatest reward that Apollo could have hoped for, leaving only one thought present in his mind:
More.
Allowing the smoldering heat in his gut to fuel him, Apollo slid his hand on Klavier's jaw back, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. His other hand tightened the grip in his hair, holding Klavier steady and the strangled whine against his mouth sent shivers down his spine. Trying to suppress his own groan, Apollo feverishly explored Klavier's mouth with his tongue, sighs threatening to tumble out as hands squeezed his hips and fingertips brushed against his bare skin under his shirt.
"Klav-" he barely murmured against Klavier's lips, pulling another muffled sound from the man against him. He felt Klavier's hands grasp onto his sweater tightly, trying to pull him closer, but it was not easy considering that they were still sitting beside each other, Apollo's leg propped up on the couch. Unfortunately, he was also very much overheating, but he would be damned if that was going to tear him away from kissing the gorgeous man in his arms that was making his heart run laps in his chest.
As Apollo pulled back abruptly, Klavier took a breath. He braced himself and prepared to make a quip to lighten the moment, but all conversation died on his tongue as Apollo laid a hand on his chest and gently pushed backwards. Although he easily could have fought against it, Klavier let himself fall backwards to lie on the couch, his stomach swooping as if he had just crested the top of a roller coaster. That feeling only intensified as Apollo leant back on his knees and pulled his sweater up and over his head, tossing it away somewhere before leaning back down between Klavier's legs. His hair was even more tousled out of its usual slicked-back state, a short breath huffed out of his parted lips and his half lidded eyes raked over Klavier. Swallowing hard, Klavier's own eyes widened and he found his arms already reaching out before Apollo had even settled fully on top of him. Yet all his hands could do was scramble for purchase on Apollo's waist and back as the attorney dipped under his jaw to lay kisses over his neck. Klavier gasped, then let out a choked moan as teeth grazed the skin of his throat, arching up into the touch. As he lifted off of the couch, Apollo swiftly slid an arm under his back and Klavier's grasp on his shirt tightened as he pressed as close as possible to the man on top of him. He stretched his neck out to give Apollo as much room as possible to work, his head too immersed in dizzying bliss to worry too much about the sounds spilling from his mouth.
"Apollo," Klavier panted, letting his head tip back as Apollo mouthed at his collarbone. "Mnh- yes, liebling. Fuck-" he whined as the hot pressure of Apollo's tongue pressed against his neck, dragging up.
"Pretty," Apollo murmured against his skin and Klavier shuddered under his touch, biting his bottom lip. His hands twitched for any further contact, his fingers skimming over the bare skin between Apollo's shirt and waistband of his pants. Feeling a shaky breath against his neck, Klavier felt further emboldened to slide his hands up the back of Apollo's shirt, mapping over his skin. The moan so close to his ear as he gently raked his blunt nails down Apollo's back pulled a sharp breath from Klavier, which was immediately swallowed as Apollo surged back up and captured his lips once again. Klavier sighed as a hum vibrated against his mouth and clutched Apollo close, wrapping his legs around his hips. Everything else melted away with the only remaining thoughts of Apollo's earnest mouth on his, the heat of his body fully enveloping him, pressing him down into the couch.
Even in an attempt to catch his breath, Apollo found that he couldn't keep his mouth off of Klavier's for long at all. Every second he pulled away, he felt himself drawn right back, kissing him again and again. He was so aware of every point of contact, Klavier's legs wrapped around him, his chest pressed underneath Apollo's, his hands roaming over his back all were so vividly present in his mind. God with the way Klavier's fingertips pressed into his spine, he wanted those hands anywhere and everywhere. Finally forcing himself to pull back, Apollo had to stop in his tracks again at beautifully debauched man lying below him.
No longer in its neat tie, Klavier's long hair spilled out on the couch around his head and his chest heaved with lost breath. His parted lips were reddened and his glazed eyes lingered hungrily on Apollo's.
"Mm, I'd say you should buy me dinner first, Herr Forehead, but it seems that I bought you dinner this night, instead," Klavier breathed, his voice hoarse and lip curling. Apollo stared down at him, the gears in his brain turning in slow motion. There was a distinct possibility that he would soon be far too easily distracted and not voice the thing that was positively terrifying then, so before Klavier could say anything further:
"Would you like to go out with me?" he blurted out. Klavier's eyebrows shot up, salacious expression freezing in place, and Apollo felt his stomach sink as he tripped over his words. "Sorry, that was really sudden, but I just didn't want it to get lost in the conversation anywhere and I don't know about you, but I'd like more than just-"
"Apollo." Two fingers laid over his mouth, effectively shutting him right up. Klavier had leaned up on his elbow, gazing at him with a smile so fond, Apollo felt a lump in his throat. "I'd like that very much." He leaned in and Apollo let him, accepting a soft kiss that felt like lying under a perfectly warm sunbeam. "On one condition:" Klavier murmured as he pulled back, giving Apollo a peck on the cheek as the attorney's brain swam with endorphins. "I get to take you on the second date."
Apollo sobered quickly and had intended to shoot him an unimpressed look, but he figured it was likely undercut by the goofy smile refusing to leave his face. "Really? We can't leave the competition in the courtroom?"
"I can't simply stand by and have you do all the work, now can I, schatzi?"
"Well now you've done it, I can't have you one upping me like that," Apollo protested, shoving Klavier back down against the couch as the other man yelped out a laugh. "I'm going to wine and dine you so hard, it'll make your head spin."
"Is that a promise?" Klavier asked, eyeing him flirtatiously, now also sporting a wide grin.
"Yeah." Apollo beamed back. "It definitely is."