Phoenix Wright Kink Meme [Part Two]

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PHOENIX WRIGHT KINK MEME!

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Propriety 1

[anonymous]

Anon writer apologizes for any crappiness. Anon is quite drunk and this is anon's first attempt at slash smut and first fic-writing in a very long time. Anon hopes OP likes, but as OP beta'ed this fic and was also drunk during said betaing, is rather hopeful that this will look all right in the morning XD

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“Wright…”

“Mmmph?” Phoenix murmured, his lips occupied, trailing wet kisses down Miles’ neck.

“Can’t… can’t this…” Miles struggled to compose himself, his breath already coming in ragged gasps. It defied explanation, really. The fact that this man, with his annoyingly spiky hair and cheap suit and his simple, single-mindedness, could affect him so powerfully was something that Miles had considered at length. Even now, his suit jacket, vest and shirt cast aside, and his back pressed roughly against the bookcase in his office, the logical centre of his mind attempted to determine exactly how and why Phoenix Wright could elicit this kind of reaction from him.

“Can’t what, Miles?” Phoenix asked, sucking possessively at the base of Miles’ neck, his fingertips trailing down the prosecutor’s toned chest and abdomen.

Miles sighed thickly, the flush on his face beginning to spread quickly down his neck and chest. He arched his neck backwards, resting his head back against the legal tomes that lined the bookcase.

“I think… I think…”

Phoenix pulled away slightly, still fully dressed, a smirk curling his lips. “You think what, Miles?”

“I think it might be best if we continued this at home,” Miles said, pushing Phoenix further away. “Having just recently returned to my position in this office, I would like to maintain some semblance of propriety.”

Propriety 2

[anonymous]

Phoenix’s gaze dropped to the floor, his arms hanging loosely by his sides. Miles took this posture as a sign of defeat, and quickly moved to the area behind his desk, attempting to collect the clothing that had, earlier, been so hastily discarded. As he bent to retrieve his tailored shirt from the short bookcase, he felt a pair of hands grasp his hips.

“W-Wright!” Miles barked loudly as he felt the defense attorney press closely against his ass.

“I think that you think too much, Miles,” Phoenix whispered breathily against the shell of his ear.

Miles attempted to protest, but shivered as he felt Phoenix’s hot breath against the side of his face. “Damn you, Wright, I…”

“Stop thinking, Miles,” Phoenix whispered. “Just relax for once.”

Miles groaned softly in surrender as Phoenix pushed him hard against the short bookcase. The prosecutor pressed his hands against the window. He vaguely registered the lights of down town Los Angeles shining in the twilight as one of Phoenix’s hands snaked around to caress his already hardened cock through his trousers.

“Nngh,” Miles moaned softly, arching his back and bucking his hips slightly against Phoenix’s hand. “If you insist on fucking me here, Wright, why don’t you get on with it?”

Phoenix chuckled wryly, pressing closer against the prosecutor, eliciting another soft moan. “I suppose I could, if you ask me nicely,” Phoenix said, toying with the button on Miles’ trousers.

Miles let out a deep sigh and rolled his eyes. He knew what Phoenix wanted him to say, but was wary of giving the defense attorney the satisfaction. When he heard the sounds of his desk drawer opening and papers shuffling, however, he decided that it would be in his best interest to comply.

“Please, Phoenix, fuck me,” he said, pressing his ass back against his lover’s hardened cock.

Miles felt Phoenix stiffen slightly, and felt his breathing quicken against the back of his neck. The defense attorney moaned softly as he undid Miles’ trousers, sliding them, along with his boxer briefs, down to his ankles.

Propriety 3

[anonymous]

Miles shivered slightly as the cold air touched his skin. He felt goosebumps rise along his lower abdomen and spread down his thighs. All thoughts of the cold were forgotten, however, when he felt Phoenix’s wet fingertips pressing against his entrance.

The prosecutor exhaled roughly, gritting his teeth, as two of Phoenix’s fingers, slick with the lubricant that he kept in his desk drawer for emergencies, slid inside him. When Phoenix wrapped his other hand around the shaft of his cock, Miles moaned loudly, pressing his hands harder against the window, in an attempt to steady himself.

“Like this? Is this what you want, Miles?” Phoenix asked, his voice husky with obvious desire.

Miles could barely respond. Each thrust of Phoenix’s fingers was driving the prosecutor a little madder, hitting the spot where Miles ached most. “Nngh… Want… More…”

“What was that, Miles? What do you want?” Phoenix growled.

“Mmgh… Want you to… Ngh… Fuck me… Please…”

Phoenix leaned forward and nipped at Miles’ neck. “Since you asked so nicely,” he practically grunted. Phoenix slid his fingers out of the prosecutor’s ass, and Miles, whimpering softly, heard the defense attorney struggling to remove his own trousers and underwear.

Miles sobered a little as he waited for Phoenix to remove his clothing. He turned his head toward the defense attorney to offer his assistance, but as he did so he found himself pressed harder up against the window.

“Just… Nnngh… Stay where you are, Miles.”

The prosecutor, still a little too desperate to argue, did as he was told and tensed slightly as Phoenix finally pressed his cock against the cleft of his ass. As the defense attorney entered him, he whimpered thickly, attempting to adjust to Phoenix’s girth. Miles felt his arms start to shake slightly at the intrusion and braced his hands more firmly against his office window.

As Phoenix began to move, Miles couldn’t help pushing back against his lover in time with his rhythm. Normally almost silent during sex, Miles found himself spurring Phoenix on: moaning loudly with every hard, deep thrust.

Miles felt Phoenix’s fingertips digging almost painfully into his hips. He couldn’t help but shudder as he felt the impending climax building in his lower abdomen. When Phoenix again grasped the shaft of his cock and began caressing it in time with his thrusts, the prosecutor knew he would soon be sent over the edge.

Propriety 4 (end)

[anonymous]

Phoenix bit down hard on Miles’ neck, which was enough to send him over the edge. He felt his muscles clench around the cock inside him. Miles’ arms began to buckle against the window as he came. His now practically useless appendages shook and he panted heavily as his come hit the glass surface. Just as he felt that he might collapse, Miles heard Phoenix’s loud cry and moaned softly as he felt the defense attorney come inside him. Phoenix clasped his arms around Miles’ shoulders, pressing his sill-clothed chest tight against the prosecutor’s back.

Miles whimpered as he felt Phoenix pull out. Immediately afterward, he found himself turned around and sitting on the short bookcase in front of the window. Phoenix pulled out the prosecutor’s desk chair and sat inelegantly in front of him, still panting.

“Fuck propriety,” he said in between heavy breaths.

“Yes, I quite agree,” Miles conceded, as he leaned forward for a kiss.

OP

[anonymous]

Drunk OP thinks this is HOT XD
Hopefully will still think it's hot after she's slept XD
THANK YOU NOT-SO-ANON DRUNK WRITER!!! <3

Re: OP

[anonymous]

LOLOL

Drunk OP is very drunkenly welcome XD

Re: Propriety 4 (end)

[anonymous]

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST NIGHT, ANONS. WICKED CHILDREN!

"the lubricant that he kept in his desk drawer for emergencies."

I LOL'ed even as my mind boggled. Do his hinges often seize up?

UNF UNF UNF. But still HAWT. I Love You Guys.