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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We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces... )
"Like.. that." He managed through clenched teeth, unable to exactly explain the whole talking down thing coherently.
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He cried out softly at feeling Phoenix's hand, muffling it mostly in the pillow which he decided was more useful in covering his face than remaining on the bed. And kept a clenched hold on it, as it was better than digging into Phoenix. For now, anyway.
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Phoenix shifted, moving down the bed, placing a kiss on Edgeworth's hip, thigh, and then gripping his hand a little tighter, trailing his tongue just along the outside of his fingers. He couldn't believe he was doing this until he pushed his entire mouth over it, hoping to god he could figure out the right way to do this. He couldn't say it had ever happened before.
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Flustered, he removed the pillow so he could breathe, as ragged as it was, and gripped at the sheets again. "Wright, you don't have to.." It felt amazing, but forcing Phoenix to do something he was uncomfortable with wasn't high on his list.
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"I know that," he said, looking a little amused. "Do you really think I would let you force me into anything?"
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"I suppose not.." He mumbled submissively, unable to come up with anything witty in reply and managing a weak squirm in the process.
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Opting for silence for now, Miles let go of the sheets and gently curled his fingers in Phoenix's hair: not enough to hurt, but more to hold him in place.
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Not that Phoenix wanted to. Not after that reaction.
His mouth opened a little wider as he moved to take Edgeworth in deeper, his tongue flickering against the skin. He could only hope it felt good. He really had no idea.
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"Oh god, Phoenix.." He gasped audibly, clenching his eyes shut. The name sounded awkward coming from him but it didn't matter. Phoenix was getting more than enough to make fun of him with later, so adding one more thing wasn't changing anything.
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Phoenix hadn't been prepared to hear his first name, and he almost stopped. So giving Miles a blow job was what it took to get him to loosen up? It did sound almost awkward, but what did that matter?
Phoenix hummed softly, the noise vibrating in his mouth. After a moment, he pulled away, his hand quickly moving at a steady pace to replace the warmth of his mouth.
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The realization that the thoughts racing through his mind and the motions were getting to be too much lowered him from the blissful high he had been experiencing. He wasn't paying attention to it for so long, but it was building and he had to prevent it.
Swallowing sharply, he suddenly squirmed with a whimper. "W-Wait, stop. I can't.."
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Of course. Edgeworth didn't want to come in front of him. He probably couldn't stand being so vulnerable or show such "weakness" to Phoenix. But after Phoenix had done it, there was absolutely no way he was going to stop before he got Miles off.
He only slowed down just a little bit.
"I want to see you do it," he said, quietly, heat rising in his body with the words. Edgeworth could be pissed at him for it later. For now, Phoenix needed this.
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It was such a weird request, to him. And yet.. he couldn't think of how to reply. Well, an eloquent reply escaped him, anyway. Screaming, pleading and whimpering were there, but were out of the question.
"But.. I.." He squirmed a little and raised his eyes skyward. Watching Phoenix was getting to be a bit too much for him to handle. Clenching his eyes shut, he swallowed sharply, and lowered his eyes again. "Fine, but.. I'm returning the favor later."
Not specifying how, of course.
Self-consciously, he reached for the pillow again.
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Phoenix smirked a little, regardless, his hand moving a little faster.
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Miles gasped again, arching his back and clinging to the sheets. The slight acceleration in speed was enough to set off the pressure that had built up. With a soft yet audible sound of near protest, he released, unable to hold it back anymore.
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