Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth [FINISHED]

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Who: Miles Edgeworth & Phoenix Wright
Where: Room 105 of the first tenement building
When: After this log detailing Ema's rescue, Phoenix's injury, and Matt's temporary incapacitation.
What: Probably angsty smuts.

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Oh man. Miles swallowed sharply, trying hard to keep a somewhat steady gaze on Phoenix. His mind repeated over and over again about how unfair this was, but Miles wasn't doing well in coming up with retorts. Especially since that touch was back on his chest again, which caused him to shudder and squirm a bit again.

"Like.. that." He managed through clenched teeth, unable to exactly explain the whole talking down thing coherently.

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Phoenix pulled back a little to match Edgeworth's gaze, watching him carefully, unblinking. "Like... what?" he asked, suddenly concerned. Fuck. So much for being seductive.

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Miles bit back a whine. Whether or not Phoenix actually intended it, seeing him faulter made Miles want him to continue. Phoenix couldn't stop, not now. Not after his prior arousal had kicked in again, because this was turning him on.

"N-No, nothing. Just..." He swallowed sharply again, reaching up and grabbing at his arms, tugging on him to come closer again. "Don't.. Please."

God, he hated how needy he was starting to sound.

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Phoenix almost smirked. There was something wholly satisfying about hearing Edgeworth practically beg him not to stop.

He decided to play stupid. Maybe he'd hear more of it.

Leaning down, Phoenix's lips pushed against Edgeworth's mouth, then trailed down, hitting his collarbone, his chest, pushing over his skin.

"Don't what?" he asked quietly between kisses, warm breath hitting the damp spots his mouth was leaving behind.

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Oh, now Phoenix was just being mean. Despite the fact that Miles wasn't even begging, he was offering encouragement.

Miles opened his mouth to speak, but promptly clamped it to stop a gasp from coming out. Next chance he got, Phoenix was in trouble.

"..Are you badgering me now?" He murmured in semi disbelief, suppressing a shudder. "I.. I don't have to answer that.."

He's trying so hard to retain some dignity. Really.

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"No," Phoenix answered quietly. "I guess you don't have to." His hands moved past the zipper, ignoring it completely, and brushed against the cloth of his pants, resting lightly between the man's legs.

"I just thought you might want to," he prompted, just barely pressing down.

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"..."

Miles stared up at the ceiling. This certainly wasn't a problem. It was possible to ignore it. Maybe. No. But he had to resist! Even if his body was betraying him and wasn't.

"Wright." He hissed through his teeth, clenching at the sheets of the bed in silent frustration. "I'm going to get you for this."

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Phoenix pressed his hand down a little harder before suddenly pulling it away.

"Then come and get me." He smirked, just a little.

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"..."

Miles sat up a little, and blinked at Phoenix a moment. That mild confusion faded quickly into amusement.

"Oh?" Talking snark was a lot easier when his heart wasn't pounding. And when he wasn't ready to jump Phoenix anyway. "But you were doing alright yourself, I suppose.. Need my help again so quickly?"

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Phoenix was quick to reach out and pin him back down against the bed. He leaned down, kissing the man again, harder than before. God, this was so perfect.

"I don't need your help," he answered softly, a little growl in his voice. "I need you."

That was an understatement.

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Miles made a soft sound against Phoenix's mouth, a bit off guard even further by being pushed against the bed once more. Too many surprises, especially involving him being pinned beneath Phoenix. Damned if he'd show that much vulnerabiliy to Phoenix, though.

Such a hard kiss made him forget to try breathing for a while, so he had to regulate his breaths briefly before leaning up and sucking hard on Phoenix's lower lip.

"Then prove it." He challenged, voice almost mocking the growl.. except his was faultering a little. Blasted arousal.

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Phoenix wasted absolutely no time at all in pushing his hips hard against Edgeworth's, letting out a soft noise as he did. Fuck. How own damn teasing was going to be the death of him.

"There's my evidence," he answered, just barely able to form words at this point. But no -- he had to remain in control.

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Miles tilted his head back and gasped audibly though his teeth, gripping at Phoenix's shoulders and pushing back off the bed in return.

"That's.. not substantial enough.." Words required thought processes, which was becoming less interested in conversing.

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"Of course it's not." Phoenix's breath was slightly ragged, and he couldn't stop himself from pushing against Edgeworth again. "God, I want you--" he gasped, not even caring enough to be ashamed that he could lose so much control in front of Edgeworth. Whatever.

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The next sound to escape Miles' mouth was that much more audible, not even considered a gasp anymore. Things just got that more hot.

Reaching down, he squeezed at Phoenix through his pants.

"So then take me." It was just as much a challenge as it was needy, but it didn't matter. Not now.

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Absolutely no objections existed to that.

Phoenix's hands moved almost too fast, fumbling with Edgeworth's pants, doing the zipper and taking the khakis and the man's underwear off in one quick motion. There was no turning back now. Phoenix could only hope Edgeworth wasn't going to get pissy about it later.

His hand wrapped around the other man's erection, gripping carefully. It occurred to him that he had no idea what he was doing, but he decided he didn't give a care. He'd worry about it later. For now, something needed to be done.

"Best idea you've had all day."