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"Relax, liebling," Klavier said, wrapping his arms around his new husband's waist as they waited outside the reception. All of their friends were inside, waiting for the newlyweds to make their appearance, but Klavier noticed Apollo's tense expression and took a moment to pull him aside and talk with him before they went into the hall. "The hardest part is over with. Now we can just enjoy ourselves. Ja?"
Apollo had wanted a small courthouse wedding, nothing fancy. But he was marrying Klavier Gavin, who, even if his days as the lead singer of the Gavinners were behind him, still had the fame (and temperament) of a rockstar. Therefore, of course they had to have a big, showy wedding with hundreds of guests, and a huge reception after the ceremony. There were even paparazzi outside, for pete's sake, desperate to snap a photo of the grooms, which Apollo didn't think he would ever be able to get used to. He was just an ordinary guy, not a celebrity like Klavier, who loved to wave and blow kisses to the crowd while Apollo did his best to hide his face, or at the very least not be making a completely weird expression. Now, though, they'd made it inside and had a moment to breathe before they had to make their grand entrance.
Apollo took a deep breath. "Right. You're right. This is fine. I'm fine. We're fine." He mustered a smile and rested his head against Klavier's chest, with its pristine white suit. Apollo had chosen a more traditional black tailcoat and tie, and together he had to admit they made a picture-perfect couple. "It's just that everyone will be watching us for the first dance..." Although they had practiced together, Klavier was a much more self-assured dancer than Apollo. "What if I trip over my own feet?"
"You won't," Klavier assured him. "But anyway, even if you did, I'll cover for you. I'm an expert in drawing attention, so no one will notice a thing."
"I don't know, Ema's in there, and Athena, and Miles and Phoenix and Trucy... Even the judge is there! Everyone who likes to let me know when I mess up," he said with a rueful smirk.
"Ah, but today they have to be nice to you - it's your wedding day after all," Klavier told him, and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Everything will be fine. And don't forget, I have a surprise for you - you'll get to see it soon."
"Can't you just tell me now?" Apollo said, but Klavier shook his head.
"Then it wouldn't be a surprise, would it? Now, let's go - we've kept them waiting just long enough." Klavier's instinct for showmanship was unparalleled, and so Apollo let himself be swept along on his arm as he pushed open the doors to the sounds of joyful cheers and applause from within.
The next couple of hours were a blur of congratulations, shaking hands, people toasting to their happiness, trays of tiny hors d'oeuvres and flutes of champagne, until Apollo hardly knew whether he was coming or going. That was good, though, because it gave him time to stop being nervous about the first dance. However, when Klavier tapped him on the shoulder and beckoned for him to come over to the dance floor, his nerves returned in full force.
They had chosen The Guitar's Serenade for their first dance, since it had in some way been instrumental to the two of them getting together. Apollo had worried at first that Klavier might have negative associations with the song, but he had simply smiled and said, "We'll make some better memories to go with it, liebling." So they had practiced together, playing the recording over and over. Klavier had planned out some simple choreography that even Apollo could master, and he knew that it would look good. Even so, his heart was in his throat as the spotlight fell upon them and the first strains of the song began to play.
Klavier took his hand and swept him into an embrace. It was then that Apollo heard it - not a recording of Lamiroir's voice, but the real thing, carrying beautifully across the ballroom. He somehow managed not to stumble over Klavier's feet as he whipped his head around, startled but thrilled to see her there, and with Machi playing the piano behind her as well!
"It's her! Oh my god, it's really her!" he whispered, eyes wide with amazement. "I can't believe it, thank you so much! This is a perfect surprise."
Klavier smiled as though he'd expected such a reaction, but shook his head.
"Nein, this was entirely - well, almost entirely - the doing of Phoenix Wright. He said he wanted to make sure that everyone who ought to be here was here, or something like that. But he did talk to me about getting her phone number," he added with a rather smug grin.
"Oh," Apollo said, bemused. That meant that whatever Klavier's surprise was, it was still to come. For the moment, though, he allowed himself to be swept across the dance floor to the delicate strains of Lamiroir's song, clasped tight in his husband's arms.
After the dance, Apollo took the opportunity to talk to Lamiroir and thank her for her beautiful performance, to which she responded with a modest smile and a thanks of her own for permitting her to be there. "I am glad that I was able to make it, in around my concert schedule, when Mr. Wright invited me. I hope you and Mr. Gavin have a long and happy marriage, Apollo Justice." There was something sad and almost wistful about her smile as she turned away.
Much, much later, once the party was beginning to wind down and even the judge had passed out under a table, Klavier and Apollo bid their guests farewell and made their way to the hotel's honeymoon suite. Apollo had to admit he'd been eager to leave for a while - he was anxious to finally have some quality time alone with his new husband. And he was desperately curious, since the 'surprise' Klavier had promised earlier still hadn't materialized. Maybe there would be something in the room, he wondered, imagining rose petals spread across the bed, or a jacuzzi filled with bubbles that they could share. Klavier liked big, romantic gestures, and so Apollo guessed it might be something along those lines.
As he'd expected, Klavier had ensured the honeymoon suite was decorated with roses, and a bottle of champagne was chilling in a bucket of ice, but none of these seemed to be the promised surprise. "Give me just five minutes," Klavier said, shooing Apollo into the other half of the suite and closing the door before opening it again briefly, just long enough to say, "You should get undressed," winking, and closing it again.
"I already guessed that part!" Apollo had a little chuckle to himself as he began to disrobe, taking off his suit jacket and trousers and making sure they were neatly set aside, then unbuttoning his shirt, slipping his polished leather shoes off, and finally removing his trousers and socks, leaving him just in his boxers. He moved closer to the door and knocked gently at it. "Am I allowed to come in yet?"
There was a brief rustle of fabric and the soft creak of mattress springs, and then Klavier's voice drifted in from the bedroom. "Okay, you can come in now!"
He pushed open the door, peering into the room with considerable curiosity. The lights had been dimmed to a level suitable for romance, and soft music was playing (not the Gavinners, he was grateful to realize.) Lying artfully draped on the bed was Klavier, clad in white, delicate lingerie. A garter belt held up a pair of translucent stockings, and he wore a pair of lacy panties underneath.
"Do you like it?" he asked, running a seductive hand down his thigh.
Apollo's brain had short circuited at the sight, and he could barely find the right words. "You look incredible," he managed to say after a few moments of stammering. "Much sexier than Trucy's panties."
He could have kicked himself for saying that at this moment, but fortunately it didn't seem to have fazed Klavier, who beamed and got up from his reclining pose, beckoning for Apollo to come closer. "I thought you'd like it, liebling. I chose this little number just for you."
"Were you wearing this all day?" Apollo asked. The mental image of Klavier having these lacy undergarments on beneath his formal suit was a tantalizing one.
"What do you think?" Klavier smiled playfully, kneeling on the bed to embrace Apollo.
"I think you wouldn't have wanted the lines of your tux to be messed up," Apollo said. His hands roamed over the lace that clung to Klavier's hips. "So you probably just changed into it now."
"You know me so well," Klavier said. "I did say it was just for you - nobody else gets to enjoy this. You're the only one."
Apollo slid his fingers under the elastic of the garter belt, teasing the smooth skin of Klavier's thighs. "I love it."
"Good," Klavier said with a smirk. "But the real fun in lingerie is in taking it off, you know."
"I'm not in a rush, are you?" Apollo pressed his palm against the front of Klavier's panties, feeling the gentle swell of his cock there. Klavier gasped and pushed back against his hand eagerly, suggesting that he was, in fact, in a rush even if his husband wasn't.
With the garter belt over his panties, though, he couldn't immediately pull them off. Instead, Apollo ran his hand over the lacy surface, fondling Klavier's cock. Through the fabric, he explored its delicate little head, the softness of its skin, the curls of golden hair at its base. Klavier had never been self-conscious about its small size, and Apollo loved that about him. He bent down to suck his husband's cock through the panties, leaving a damp spot that only accentuated how little they concealed.
"I thought you weren't in a rush," Klavier murmured, stroking his hair playfully.
"Hmm, I might have changed my mind," Apollo replied, tugging off his boxers in a single motion. "We have all night, though - that's plenty of time for multiple rounds, don't you think?"
"Oh, that's entirely up to you," Klavier said with a sly grin. "After all, liebling, I can go all night long." He perched on the edge of the bed and unhooked one of his garters, then the other, wiggling his toes playfully as he extended his legs so Apollo could slide the silk stockings off. Then it was easier to remove the garter belt, and finally, tantalizingly slowly, one centimeter at a time, the panties.
Apollo was practically ready to burst by the time Klavier was naked. He ran his hands over Klavier's body as though he was looking for a clue, exploring everywhere he could reach. Klavier had gotten ready for him in more ways than just dressing up, and Apollo's fingers slid easily inside him when he got on all fours on the bed. "You must need this so badly," Apollo murmured, spreading him open. Klavier just gave an impatient little whine in response, his little cock twitching desperately.
Withdrawing his fingers, Apollo knelt behind him and finally gave Klavier what he was craving. His much larger cock stretched Klavier even wider, sliding in so smoothly that it left them both speechless. Apollo tried to take things slow and steady at first, but the close grip of Klavier's body made it hard to restrain himself. And he knew Klavier could take it if he got rough - knew that he liked it, even. He stopped trying to go slow and let his instincts take charge, pressing Klavier's face into the mattress with one hand on his back, the other gripping his hip hard.
Klavier moaned, muffled just a little, pushing back against Apollo, trying to match the force of his thrusts. Soon his hips stuttered and he spurted messily against the bedsheets, but he didn't ask Apollo to stop. In fact, it was after he'd come that he usually wanted it even harder, begging for more. If Apollo could hold out long enough, he could even make Klavier come multiple times, but he didn't have the patience for that tonight - at least not this time. He followed his husband's orgasm with his own only a few minutes later, filling him to overflowing. "Scheiße," Klavier gasped as Apollo slid messily out of him, and shuddered again, his cock seeping a few more droplets, just a little aftershock to the main event.
Apollo collapsed onto the bed next to him, and Klavier rolled over to embrace him. "That was amazing, liebling," he said, kissing him on the cheek. "Does it feel different now that we're married?"
"Definitely," Apollo murmured. "Much better than fine." He was rewarded for his feeble joke by Klavier's laughter and another kiss. He could get used to this married life, he thought.