The description should say enough about what sort of content this has, but just to explain: Edgeworth is a strange, horny weirdo who's odd. Yep.
With a sly grin, Edgeworth snuck his hand behind Pess' neck to give a little pinch. On the bed was a plate of freshly cooked beef and Edgeworth himself was dressed in only a robe. Why, what could be more welcoming in the morning? "Pess," he whispered tenderly, unable to stay feeling mischeivous with that face. The glimmering eyes of everything that was dear peeked out and in an instant, nearly pounced the plate.
Edgeworth gave a gentle chuckle as he watched his pet tackle the meal with such enthusiasm. He lay on his stomach and watched closely as the soft pink tongue picked up every last bit of meat, at the end of the meal massaging the plate to get every last essence of flavor. How Edgeworth wished her were that plate...
"Did you like it?" The dog gave no answer, but gave his hand a lick as he stood to put away the plate. The jealousy would drive him insane any other way. Edgeworth fought not to stay in the room. After all, it would only take a moment. But that moment seemed as though it lasted so much longer. By the time he was finished, he was borderling running back to his room in desperation to see his pet. And when he opened the door, panting frantically, the dog rolled over on its back. A smile back on his face, Edgeworth approached Pess carefully, climbing onto the bed when the dog made no move. As he glanced over the back of Pess, the dog's eyes went up to him, looking oh so adorably adorable. They were cute like a child's, but held maturity that was rare in many adults. Pess had it all.
Edgeworth began by rubbing Pess' back, pleased at the obvious relaxation. He still had a while before work. Every day, he would get up early just to be able to spend time with his loved one. The hand crawled over and ran its fingers through the soft belly hair. Once again, a positive reaction was given. Snuggling closer to his dog, Edgeworth allowed himself to caress up and down the dog's firm but fluffy chest, shivering as Pess let out a sigh. "God, Pess," Edgeworth whispered against the dog's neck, taking in the sweetest of all scents. He continued to rub his hand up and down the chest, his hand being less gentle every time. "A-ah," he squeaked when the dog turned over to face him.
"Yes, you're right. Daddy was getting a little carried away. Sorry." Averting his eyes, Edgeworth made a move to get up until Pess began to rub up against his hand. "You want me to stay? Alright, but just a little longer." His eyes glittering with tenderness, Edgeworth held out a treat which the dog took happily and rewarded with jumping on Edgeworth and licking him gleefully. Edgeworth gave a sharp gasp. "Pess, stop. It's too early in the morning for this." The lower half of his body was screaming something else, but he struggled to keep his resolve. He wrapped his arms around Pess' torso to get him off, but this only excited the dog--and him--more. "P-Pess..." His whole body flushed, his eyes clouded with lust. Ever so gently, he took a paw and pressed it to his lips while he untied that pesky robe..
He could be late just once.