Hello, again!
I'm back with another Gyakuten Saiban fic because why the hell not, am I right?
This time the inspiration was another lovely (and hot) post by weirdo.certified because those comics seems to make me lose whatever mind I have left.
The first one (where you can see Phoenix's suit) it's here: https : (/)/ (www). instagram. (com ) /p/ (B9y1nAVHtyc/?igshid=5mzms8u1ygzz)
The second one is more of a visual understanding on what the hell I'm meaning in a certain part (I think you'll get it when you compare it): https : (/)/ (www) . instagram. (com ) /p/ (B9y19GSn4ux/?igshid=197mzj4rqql8g)
I hope you like it!
Please remember it's been literal years since I wrote smut, so please bare with me.
Phoenix wasn't entirely sure how he got there in the first place. Ok, he knew how he got there, the real question was why was he there. Oh, boy; he knew why he was there, the actual real question was "why did he agree to be there in the first place?". Even worse, Maya was there too! It was like he wandered into a new, strange dimension where Attorneys and Prosecutors could co-exist together in the same room like they've been friends since they were born. That's right, Phoenix and Maya (and a bunch of other attorneys, of course) were celebrating the annual gala from the Prosecutors Office, in which they decided to 'extend' the invitation to the most renamed attorneys as a sign of peace in light of the recent events, namely "Wright and Edgeworth together managed to get the Chief of Police (who was a terrifying corrupt bastard) in jail". Was it the wisest idea to celebrate this year's gala? Maybe not, but the Prosecution Office decided that this was just as good as any other time to smooth things out with the attorneys; to show that, just as Wright and Edgeworth, they weren't enemies but partners in the search of truth. And also, there was free food and booze, so…
Phoenix felt terribly uncomfortable. While it was true that after many, many drinks even Prosecutor Franziska Von Karma seemed less threatening, being himself one of the pinnacles as to why this reunion was happening in the first place was really, really… really weird. After all, all he did was searching for the truth and stop the culprit from doing more harm, something that should be taken as common sense and not something extraordinary. Either way, Phoenix's initial caution was replaced over the course of the night with a less worried mood. He tried to not get close to the prosecutors until they displayed a drunk blush on their faces, which is when he considered it to be safe to 'socialize'. The only problem was that he only knew Edgeworth (who was in the middle of what it looked like a heated conversation with other prosecutors and maybe some attorneys), Gumshoe (who was trying to earn some sympathy from the other prosecutors "you can never be sure, pal! Maybe one day I might end up working with one of them! Not that I want to, I'm happy to be working with Mr Edgeworth, pal") and Maya (who was happily stuffing herself with the food and, apparently, entertaining Franziska Von Karma). So he was there in a corner with his drink (simple red wine, he didn't like anything stronger anyway) watching all the people in the room; some of them were dancing to the music, many others were engaged in serious conversations (like Edgeworth), and others in more cheerful conversations, the kind of where you can hear them laughing from the other side of the room.
Maybe it was the wine, no, it definitely was the wine, because his thoughts were constantly wandering to Edgeworth and his appearance. Phoenix didn't know why, but he was staring at him and his suit. It was a slightly darker shade than his usual one, and he wasn't sure, but it certainly looked like velvet. The cravat looked like it was a tone lighter than his usual one, more snowy. It was like he polished just a few details that, usually, one wouldn't notice until you take a better look. And he looked… hot. "Jesus! Where did that come from?! Get it together, Wright! He's your friend – your best friend -, stop having these stupid thoughts! It's the wine, it's just the wine. Breathe, damnit". He blushed while trying to compose himself, when Maya came back to check on him.
"Hey Nick! Did you try the crab cakes? They seemed gross at the beginning but they taste good! Uh, Nick? Why are you staring at Edgeworth?" She inquired when she noticed that Phoenix wasn't paying her attention and looking at the same spot as him.
"I'm not!" Phoenix blushed a little bit more, before adding, "Ok, maybe I was but only because I've noticed that his suit is different tonight, nothing else!" (That was a close one!) Maya studied Edgeworth as close as she could given the distance, squinting a little bit and frowning in recognition.
"You're right! He's using a velvet suit! Uh, interesting. Not many men can pull off a velvet suit"
"I'd pull off his velvet suit" Phoenix thought. Or at least, that was the intention.
"WHAT?!" Maya's shout was quite high, since a bunch of people turned their heads to look at them.
"WHAT?" This time it was Phoenix's turn to embarrass himself, many prosecutors and attorneys arching an eyebrow before turning back again to their business.
"What did you just say?!" Maya inquired again, eyes wide open with surprise.
"I- I didn't say anything!" Phoenix tried to think on a better excuse as to why he said that. He was just about to say that it was a joke and he only shouted in surprise because he got startled by her scream when the strong, big figure of Dick Gumshoe was at mere centimeters of his face out of the blue.
"D-Detective Gumshoe? Is there a p-problem?" Phoenix felt quite nervous for a number of reasons. First, he was still startled because of Maya's scream. Second, his heart was racing at an impossible beat due to the fact that he just said out loud what he thought about Edgeworth (or his suit, at least). Third, he clearly saw Edgeworth with the full intention of getting close to them, most likely to scold them for behaving like animals in a formal event. And fourth and finally, Phoenix was quite uncomfortable with the detective's short distance between them. He looked very drunk with a mischievous smirk on his lips. Since when Gumshoe was capable of performing such acts?! He couldn't think any longer about it because he got the answer to the question he just asked.
"Nothing much, pal. I just wanted to say that you look very handsome tonight". Gumshoe supported his weight by resting his hand on the wall behind Phoenix, while smiling to the blue eyed attorney.
Uh… He must be joking, right? Wait… Did Gumshoe, detective Gumshoe, clumsy detective and Edgeworth's loyal puppy seriously said that he, Phoenix Wright, looked… very handsome?
"Ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod!!! This isn't happening!! What in the actual f-".
"Ok, let's calm down, the man is utterly drunk, he didn't mean it, ok? I mean, sure, I'm wearing an entirely different suit tonight, only for the gala. It's normal to get, uhhh… distracted by it, right." Certainly, that night Phoenix was wearing a new suit that was darker… to be honest, it was way darker than his usual one. It was an Oxford Blue (at least that was what he was told) jacket with trousers that shared the color. For a better combination, the saleswoman suggested a black long-sleeve shirt, complemented with a purple tie that, funnily enough, combined with Maya's pink and purple dress. Overall, Phoenix looked way serious than his usual self. His face seemed more mature, and his eyes stood out to the point that they were sparkling without any lights. Suddenly he could feel that Gumshoe was getting closer to his face. "Oh god, this isn't… I… Maya, save me!!"
The train of thoughts was interrupted by an angry "detective" growled behind them. Gumshoe didn't move, though. His levels of alcohol must have been really high if he was ignoring Miles Edgeworth, his very own boss who he happened to admire, nonetheless, in favor of Phoenix Wright. Who, by the way, tried to look over the wide shoulder to catch Edgeworth's sight and ask for silent help… only to cause Gumshoe's hand to slip, an action that resulted in a chaos that lasted 2 minutes, but an entire eternity for the involved people. As Gumshoe's hand slip, resulting in a stumble that send him a couple of steps closer to Phoenix, it ended in a strong, painful and unexpected clash of lips. It hardly counted as a proper kiss, but lips crashed together after all, while Phoenix's back hit the wall behind him, striking his head at the same moment he received said kiss.
The four of them reacted very differently: First, Maya watched in complete silence as the detective spoke to Phoenix, even arching an eyebrow and blushing lightly. And when Nick moved and caused the detective to crash on him, she gasped in surprise while covering her mouth. Gumshoe was still confused but closed his eyes upon the feeling of Phoenix's lips on his own, enjoying the heat that the spiky-haired man irradiated from his face. Phoenix gasped in surprise when he felt a rushed kiss and a hit in the back of his head at the same time, not knowing how to react to either action. And finally, Edgeworth was beyond himself; his eyes widened at the sight, while opening his mouth with displeasure, slowly turning red. As soon as he managed to close his mouth, he frowned with anger, getting closer to the detective and pulling him off Phoenix.
"Detective! What on earth do you think you're doing? This isn't a 24-hour simpleton club! This is a formal event, held by the office that supplies your paycheck, nonetheless! This kind of behavior is unacceptable! Go take a walk and don't come back until you are completely sobered! Did I make myself clear?" Maya was impressed. She had never heard Edgeworth speak that many words in such a short period of time. She was sure Nick would be as impressed as she was if he wasn't in the middle of a kiss with detective Gumshoe. Actually, she was sure Nick wasn't even breathing at that point.
The detective distanced himself from Phoenix, giving him a wide smile before turning around and leaving the hall. He didn't even look at Edgeworth, who kept glaring him regardless.
Then Edgeworth turned to Wright, glaring him now instead. Phoenix still was processing what the heck was happening there.
"And you… You…" Edgeworth seemed ready to explode at Wright. However, remembering that Maya was still there, he took a deep breath and talked to her instead. "Miss Fey, you look lovely. May I suggest you go back and enjoy the evening? I have something to discuss with Wright. Don't worry, shall we take more time than necessary, I'll provide a room for you to rest at the hotel" Since Edgeworth seemed to be taking his entire patience to speak in a gentle manner, Maya decided to simply nod and go back with Franziska, who was ready to strike a drunk attorney.
As soon as she was out of sight, Edgeworth glared at Phoenix once again, who was unusually quiet. He shrunk a little when he received said glare, not knowing what to do. An entire hurricane stumbled in his brain and had yet to catch up. Edgeworth simply took him by the elbow and urged him, saying "Come with me, now".
Phoenix was at a complete loss. First, he didn't even know how or why Gumshoe came onto him like that. Yeah, he was drunk, but still. And they practically kissed! And now Edgeworth looked at him as if it was his fault! What the heck? However, he couldn't think about it much longer, since Edgeworth forced him to enter into the very luxury bathroom. "It is the Prosecutor's Gala Hall after all…" All he could do was hear the soft click before suddenly being pushed against the wall again. He gasped in surprise, locking his gorgeous and confused blue eyes with the storm of steel of Edgeworth's. He looked incredibly pissed, and he didn't even know why.
"How disrespectful of you to behave in such… disgraceful manners in front of your very own colleagues…" Edgeworth hissed through his teeth, pressing his body against Phoenix's. The poor attorney's brain couldn't even process that action, lost in Edgeworth's eyes.
"I- It wasn't me! Gumshoe, he… He's drunk! How's that my fault?" Edgeworth didn't respond while drawing away just a little, taking a look at Phoenix's attire, before getting so much closer to the attorney's face.
"Did you enjoy it?" Miles barely whispered while pressing his hands on the wall to support himself, and Phoenix was sure that if he wasn't paying attention (the one that he had left after all that mess) he wouldn't have listened to that. Yeah, he definitely was in another dimension in which he bared the worst luck of them all.
"I… what? Why d-" Phoenix couldn't even finish his sentence, because, for the second time in that disastrous night, he was being kissed. By none other than the one and only Miles Edgeworth.
This time he was just a little bit more aware of what was happening. He could feel Edgeworth's soft lips upon his own. They were moving aggressively, as if they were trying to erase the previous kiss' memory. While Gumshoe's lips weren't rough, they were kind of dry and thin; Miles' lips, on the other hand, were extremely soft (he probably used some kind of lip balm) and full. They were tender, despite Edgeworth's efforts to kiss him rudely. Phoenix could feel how Miles' teeth were bitting him softly, as if he wanted to force him to open his mouth. He didn't need to be asked twice, and opened his mouth to give access to Miles' tongue and tilting his head, while he entangled his fingers on the grey hair. Oh god, it was perfect. Miles' tongue explored every single part of Phoenix's he could find, while Phoenix delighted himself with the taste he found on his friend's mouth: A faint flavor of the red wine Miles had been drinking that night. Phoenix could also feel Miles' hands moving from the wall to his sides, to end up on his shoulders and removing his jacket. When he felt the jacket being slipped through his shoulders, the heat from Edgeworth's mouth suddenly disappeared, as he was being scanned by Edgeworth, whose sight was darkened and clouded with lust.
"Did you dress like this on purpose, Phoenix?" Phoenix could see a slight blush on his cheeks, his lips red and swollen, looking at him as if he was just about to bite him and eat him slowly.
"Uh… what?" He could feel himself aroused, his face irradiating warm, trembling lips and panting. Oh, and also, a bulge in his trousers, nothing much.
"I asked if you dressed like this on purpose. Did you expect to… Engage in certain activities, mayhaps? Is that why you were more than happy to receive the detective's attention?" He frowned while asking the last question, waiting for an answer (hopefully, a negative one).
"Of course not! Why would you say that?" While Phoenix was still aroused and slightly dizzy ("where did he learn to kiss like that?!"), he was offended by Edgeworth's insinuations.
"Then why you didn't pull away when he got closer to you, hm?" Edgeworth still seemed angry, but he was starting to relax with Phoenix's answer.
"W-Well, forgive me for not being able to think in such a scenario! How could I have ever imagined that Gumshoe was that drunk?" Phoenix tried to breathe because he felt like he might actually pass out, his heart was beating frantically.
"And the suit? Are you aware that is quite scandalous for you? I was expecting you in none other than your usual one" Edgeworth couldn't help but to take another look at Phoenix. The colors, the fitting, the way it made look Phoenix was driving him insane.
"A-Are you nuts? It's a gala, after all! I couldn't come with the other suit, the Prosecutors might as well eat me alive if I dared to 'disrespect' your amazing and elegant hall."
"He does have a point... I want to devour him" Miles thought, keeping his body close to Phoenix's. Studying the black-haired man's face, he could recognize a blush that made him look even more… desirable, if that was possible. And he, Miles Edgeworth was the cause. Nothing could have ever turned him on more than that realization. Closing the distance between them once again, Edgeworth pressed his lips on Phoenix's neck, who couldn't avoid the soft moan that escaped from his lips.
"E-E-Edgeworth…" Oh god, now he was stuttering. Miles felt how his ego was nicely inflated thanks to the sweet reactions he could draw from his friend. Although, friend was no longer a suitable word for their relationship, but it wasn't the main concern at the moment.
"Edg- Miles… What are you doing?"
"Phoenix… I want… No, I need you… Now…" Every word was followed for a trail of kisses left on the attorney's neck, who couldn't stop panting at the contact, moaning as softly as he could.
"B-But Edgeworth… Ah… Miles… What ab-about Maya and Fran— Oh…" Phoenix barely could hold himself together, Edgeworth was too busy sucking the soft skin of his neck, which send tiny jolts of electricity through his entire body, and congregated specifically in his groin, where his cock kept filling more and more with each kiss and suck.
"Did you forget that I offered Maya to rent a room in the hotel? Franziska can share the room with her…" Miles whispered his words onto the sensitive skin on Phoenix's neck, who kept twitching in pleasure.
"And us? Are we… Wait, what are we doing? What has gotten into you, Edgeworth?" Phoenix found himself panting with both arousal and confusion. While the prosecutor's actions were crystal clear, he couldn't live with the idea of being just a one-night stand in Edgeworth's life. He just couldn't allow that to happen. As a response to his question, he stared as Edgeworth draw away from him, turning his head to the side, frowning and pouting (just a little bit, enough to be noticeable even from his perspective).
"N… Nothing in particular" Miles' hear tips blushed as he spoke. ("Is he embarrassed?")
"Can you please, for once, tell me the truth? It's not like you were jealous or something!" Wait… Oh… Ohh! A-ha! It all made sense now! Miles was jealous because Gumshoe was hitting on him so shamelessly and since he didn't know how to react, he just stood there making it look like he was actually enjoying it. That was why Miles almost threw away the guy! Wow, Miles Edgeworth was utterly jealous, and it was all because of him! As soon as Phoenix spoke those words, Miles' eyes widened a little and then he crossed his arms on his chest, frowning even more, while mumbling "preposterous".
"You got jealous of Gumshoe, that's why you went on this crazy rampage, admit it" Phoenix couldn't help but smile at the sight of an even more embarrassed Edgeworth, who's face turned even redder than it was before, looking at him with shocked widened eyes, gaping like a fish.
"I did not get jealous! I was simply bothered by your shameless actions in front of all the people in the hall, that's all" Edgeworth crossed his arms once again, hoping that this would make him look intimidating enough.
"You sure?" Phoenix wanted to tease him just a little bit more. This was too rich to let it go that easily!
"I was not! And that's the end of it" Miles frowned at Phoenix as if he was trying to make his point clear, but Phoenix was not having it.
"Ok, then I guess you'll have no problem if I go find detective Gumhmmmm—" Before he could even finish his sentence, Phoenix was shut with another hungry kiss. Unluckily, this one lasted a few seconds.
"Don't you dare, Phoenix Wright…" Miles breath hit Phoenix's lips, which turned into a smile.
"Then admit it, and I'll make your time worth it" Ok, what was worth was that Phoenix still was tipsy, so his judgement wasn't exactly as clear as it should have been, but either way he couldn't wait any longer, and couldn't lie either: He wanted to spend the night with Edgeworth "preferably in a bed, thank you".
"Oh? Is that so?" Miles set one of his arms in his hip while the other played with the end of Phoenix's jacket, interested.
"Admit it and then go find us a room. Sure we can share, just as Maya and Franziska will… For the sake of economy, of course! Better to save money, I'm I right?" Phoenix even dared to wave his eyebrows playfully.
"I don't think I want to make such childish admissions to you, Wright. Despite your name, you are not always right" Two can play this game, Phoenix. Three, if we count the alcohol.
"I see… Ok, I'm sure Dick can find a room for me to sleep in. 'Night Edgeworth!" Phoenix adjusted his jacket back to his shoulders as he spoke, getting close to the door to open it and leave, when he was trapped by a set of arms from behind. Feeling Edgeworth's breath in the juncture of his neck, he heard him speak.
"… I was jealous… You better make it worth it, Wright" Edgeworth opened the door himself, giving Phoenix a push with his pelvis.
"Oh, I will" Phoenix thought at the same moment he felt the hardness of Miles in his rear.
-.-.-.-.-.-.
Everything after the encounter on the bathroom was merely a flash of events. They practically sprinted back to the hall to find the girls, following to the checking-in at the hotel. While Franziska was not happy about abandoning the party so early ("What is this foolishness, Miles Edgeworth? I took much of my time preparing for this foolish party!"), at least she seemed content with sharing the room with Maya ("At least I will be not submitted to either of your foolishness, Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright! As fool as she is, at least Maya Fey is a better company").
After leaving them in their room, Miles and Phoenix tangled themselves in a hot, desperate mess of kisses and touching, filled with anticipation. Stumbling in the walls, they managed to get to their room (for the sake of easiness, Miles decided to take both rooms in the same floor, but with many, many rooms between them… Just to be safe) and Miles opened the door hastily, pushing Phoenix inside.
Without all the problems from before (the party, Franziska, Maya… Gumshoe) they were finally free to feel the other with hunger, but this time they took their time, since they were both sure that they wanted one another.
The first thing to go was Phoenix's jacket. As much as Miles loved it, it was getting in the way. Phoenix seemed to think the same, since he also removed Miles' and let it hit the floor without much concern. Maybe Miles would get angry for mistreating his precious clothes, but that didn't exactly matter in that particular moment. "Interesting. I didn't noticed he had a black shirt under the jacket… God, why does he have to be so hot regardless of what he wears?!" That's when he remembered the previous conversation with Maya and pulled himself away from the prosecutor to laugh out loud at the memory.
"Did you finally lost your entire sanity, Wright? Not that you had much, to begin with," Miles kept unfastening Phoenix's belt with an arched eyebrow, but amused nonetheless.
"Ha-ha, you are so funny, Miles! But no, I was remembering something I told Maya, by accident I should add" Phoenix's blue eyes sparkled with his laugh, something that Miles found endearing.
"Care to share?" Miles took off his own cravat. He didn't trust Phoenix with such task, and that cravat was a special one.
"I was staring at you, and Maya got suspicious so I told her that it was because I noticed that you had a velvet suit tonight" While Phoenix wasn't too happy about Miles taking off the cravat, he thought it was for the better good. He was clumsy with that kind of luxury clothing and he could get in serious trouble if he damaged that damn frilly thing. Jackets are one thing, but cravats? No, sir!
"So you noticed? I feel flattered, Wright" Miles smiled, and made a self note to thank Franziska later.
"Hard to not notice it… Anyway, Maya said that 'not many men can pull off a velvet suit' and… Well, I thought I was only thinking it, but apparently, I said it out loud" Phoenix seemed nervous, so he tried to avoid Miles' sight while the buttons of his shirt were unfastened by him.
"What did you said, Phoenix?" Miles slipped the shirt halfway Phoenix's shoulders but left the tie on. He really liked that tie.
"That I… Agh, that I'd pull off your velvet suit" Phoenix finished, turning his head to hide his embarrassment. When he felt Miles pulling away from him, he thought he ruined everything. His head practically cracked at the rapidness of his motion, staring at Edgeworth. What he found was a pair of steel grey eyes wide open… Only to be clouded with more lust than before.
He wasn't sure how, but he suddenly felt his back against the soft bed which received both bodies, the sound of springs adjusting at the added weight. Suddenly, Miles almost tore his shirt, kissing him hungrily. His breath was ragging, and he didn't waste time as his tongue searched for Phoenix's, who was still confused but returned the wet kiss with the same eagerness he received. Miles' hands moved quickly around his body, as if they didn't know what to do to express whatever Miles was feeling. Phoenix allowed himself to get lost in the waves of passion he felt, covering the back of Miles' neck with both of his hands, pulling him closer. At the same time, Miles' right hand covered Phoenix's eyes, as the left one cupped his cheek while entangling their tongues once again, in a wet fight that had no winners and no losers. After a short while, Phoenix adventured to wrap Miles' neck with his whole arms and entangling his fingers on the soft grey hair, pulling him even closer as he softly bite and kissed the prosecutor's lips. Both shafts brushed against each other, both men sighed and moaned between kisses and bites, moving even more to produce more friction, more heat, more desire.
When the trousers were unbearable, Miles pulled away just enough to push his own trousers down and kicking them to set himself free from the damn things. Phoenix did the same. The tie got lost between the kisses, so the only proper clothing left was the briefs and the socks. With more skin exposed, the feeling of both bodies brushing and mixing their sweats was almost enough to get push them to the edge; Phoenix was panting uncontrollably with a red sweaty face, and Miles' chest was moving up and down frantically, his cheeks burnt with a heavy blush.
"I know it's… ridiculous at this point… but I want to be sure, Phoenix… Do you want this?" Miles asked, once he gathered his thoughts long enough, calming a little in case Phoenix's answer was a negative one.
"Are you kidding?... I need you now, Miles… Or I swear I'll bite your ass" Phoenix was grinning with entertainment.
"Stop being so crass, please?" Miles tried to frown, but failed to do so and his face made a funny grimace.
"Miles… I need you, please…" This time Phoenix's voice was husky, filled with the desire his entire body was aching with.
"G-Give me a minute" Miles was dumbstruck for a moment, lost in Phoenix's voice; quickly gathered himself and pulled away in search of his trousers, where he kept the little tube of lube and a condom, just for good measure.
"I have some… stuff in my pants" Phoenix voice sound embarrassed.
"Don't worry, I bought some with me" Miles answered without thinking. He froze in the spot as soon as he realized what he had just said.
"Oh? Is that so? Just what were you expecting would happen tonight, Mr Prosecutor? Would you share it with the class?" Phoenix was grinning even more, raising an amused eyebrow.
"Oh, please. You are one to talk, Ace Attorney Phoenix Wright. You just said you bought some too" Miles' face was burning with both embarrassment and jealousy, sitting on the bed and crossing his arms, almost pouting. Phoenix couldn't help but laugh, but he calmed himself quickly.
"Hurry up Miles, we can discuss this later" Going back to his husky voice, Phoenix spoke as he adjusted himself on the bead, setting his legs on his sides giving a fantastic view of his black briefs, tracing a pattern from his crutch to his navel, provoking Miles.
"You are going to be the death of me…" Miles whispered, quickly gathering his trousers and taking out the lube and the condom he saved in his pocket.
Without much hesitation, Miles left the lube and the condom on the bureau next to the bed, and positioned himself on Phoenix once again, kissing him and exploring his mouth; his hands travelled through Phoenix's sides, leaving soft caresses in their path until they reached their goal: the edges of the black briefs, pushing them down and then setting a knee between them and the bed, so he could push Phoenix's legs and removing the cloth; taking advantage of the action, he also removed both socks, making a trail of kisses from the foot up until the muscled thighs. Phoenix moaned and squirmed a little, clenching his fists and wrinkling the soft sheets between them. Suddenly, hot breaths left at his cock made it twitch in pleasure, as Miles was about to suck it.
"Ohh… Miles… I t-t-told you I… want you now…" Phoenix wasn't sure he could last any longer. The damn prosecutor was incredibly sexy for his own good.
"Patience is a virtue, Phoenix…" Miles said, giving a quick lick to the tip, which erupted a yell from Phoenix's throat. "You are such a wanton man, Phoenix… But try to restrain a little… There are other people in the rooms, remember?" Miles kept teasing as he spoke, softly caressing the entire shaft with either the tip of his fingers or his entire hand, giving soft kisses along the entire organ.
"I don't… think I c-c-can last any… longer…" Phoenix's chest was moving rapidly, putting a hand on his mouth, only removing it when he could speak.
"So desperate…" This time, Miles took the entire hardened cock in his mouth, playfully pushing the tip with his tongue still inside his mouth. Phoenix felt like he was just close to pass out; the pleasure was too great and too sudden.
"Miles!" His right arm crossed his face, forearm resting on his forehead, furiously panting. Phoenix wasn't entirely comfortable cuming on Miles' mouth because he didn't want to upset him, but also he wasn't sure if he could even last that long to begin with. Actually, he didn't know anything anymore, he was drowning in the waves of pleasure that Miles was providing with his mouth. Despite all that, Phoenix still felt a cold finger entering his rear, slow but firmly. That feeling alone distracted him long enough to not cum in the spot, since he felt slightly uncomfortable with the intruder in his entrance ("when did he lifted my leg?!"). It wasn't that bad, and he started to relax as much as Miles' sucks and licks allowed him, remembering that something way bigger was coming after that thin finger.
Not long enough a second digit joined the first one, stretching the tight space with circles and scissoring motions, which caused even more discomfort on Phoenix at the beginning. However, the need to feel Miles inside him, the repressed feelings he harbored for such a long time, the anticipation build since the bathroom encounter helped him to adjust to the intruders faster than he expected. He never felt that way before, since his only relationships were with woman, with entirely different dynamics; also, he barely experienced with other men, he never got anything more than a few deepened kisses, almost as if (ok, he totally was) he was waiting this to happen only with Miles, even if that was only on his dreams.
His train of thoughts was interrupted once again by the addition of a third finger, which entered far easier than the first two, now that his anus was stretched. Phoenix couldn't do anything but moan in pleasure, while grabbing Miles' hair softly, encouraging him. Meanwhile, Miles felt like he was in heaven; he couldn't believe he was actually living this night with Phoenix, that they were about to… ermm… make love. While he knew they shared a bond quite strong, he wasn't completely sure that they were on the same page about their feelings. He was supposed to confess everything that night at the gala, but lost his temper when detective Gumshoe appeared out of nowhere and started seducing Phoenix. While it wasn't exactly the course of action he would choose, all that mess led both of them at this exact moment, so nothing else mattered anymore.
Some time passed between kisses, licks, heavy breaths, when Miles finally took out his fingers, ready to continue. He left Phoenix's cock, which rested now in his belly, completely erected and coated in saliva.
"Phoenix… May I?..." Miles' face was sweaty, his chest moving rapidly, but all he cared about was Phoenix. The blue eyes stared at him, to show the truth behind his words.
"Yes, Miles… Make love to me, please…" That was it, that was all he needed.
With no hesitation, Miles coated his cock with the lube and positioned it. With slow motions, he started to push the head into the small entrance. Even with all the stretching, the anus was still tight enough to put some resistance. Phoenix frowned in discomfort, he tried to regulate his breathing to relax and allow Miles' cock to enter in him.
When the head finally was able to enter, Phoenix grunted in pain.
"Fuck, Miles… That thing is huge" His eyes burned and his throat choked a little. He didn't want to cry, but the bolts of pain were strong enough. ("Come on Phoenix, you ate a fucking crystal necklace and didn't even hesitate, this is nothing!")
"S-Sorry. I'll do it slow, ok?" God, that was heaven. Phoenix's entrance was choking his cock, the pulsing pressure was delicious… However, it was obvious that it was painful for Phoenix, he was even starting to cry. Despite the pleasure he felt, Miles kept his word and continued entering slowly, and moved closer to Phoenix to kiss the tears on his cheeks, hoping to distract him long enough for him to insert himself completely.
They kissed again, Phoenix still felt pain but he decided to focus on Miles, on how he cared about him, on how he kissed him, on how they finally were becoming one. Finally, after a long wait, Miles cock was completely inside him; Phoenix rested his forehead on Miles' shoulder, panting with a mixture of pain and pleasure (mostly pain, at least for the moment). They both regulated their breathing, Phoenix laid back on the bed as they were looking at each other to regain some control over their bodies. Phoenix couldn't help but smile and caress Miles' cheek.
"I think I'm ready… Go ahead"
"Ok… Let me know if it hurts" Miles took a deep breath and started pulling out. Phoenix frowned again but it wasn't as uncomfortable as before. He kept focusing on breathing calmly, relaxing his body and concentrating in the heat that was growing on his belly.
Miles pulled out almost completely and entered once again, restraining himself from moaning. If he did, he was sure he was going to lose control and hurt Phoenix, which wasn't the idea.
A couple of minutes passed while Miles kept the same speed, until finally, Phoenix moved his hips to try and speed up the motions. Miles did moan this time, and started to move faster.
As the speed increased, so did the breaths in both mouths and the heart rate in their chests. Phoenix's eyes were half open, frowning but this time in pleasure, biting the corner of his lower lip, feeling his body burning with all kind of feelings. Miles tried to watch as much as he could, his eyes were darkened with the hot desire flowing through his veins, his hands grabbing Phoenix's hips to help himself to keep the fast motions, feeling how his cock was delightfully pressed by Phoenix's asshole. He allowed himself to moan louder, feeling the sweat sliding through his back, his forehead, his arms, his neck, his legs. He felt a heavy pressure in his temples, but didn't care. Instead, he focused on caressing Phoenix's body with one hand while using the other as an anchor to keep the pace. He even managed to give a few squeezes on his buttocks, huffing a little when Phoenix squeaked in surprise.
The bed's springs cricked with every movement, another reminder of what was happening right here, right now; that it wasn't a dream, it was real. The air in the room felt hot and it was filled with the scent of sex, both bodies rubbing and mixing their sweats, erupting in more moans, wanting to melt together, wishing for this to never end. Phoenix grabbed Miles from his neck and pulled him closer, tangling their tongues in a wet fight, as Miles' hips kept moving just as fast as before.
Phoenix felt an increasing desperation as his cock was left unattended in his belly; the occasional rubs between his cock and Miles' belly wasn't enough, he needed to feel anything more substantial. He tried to beg Miles to please touch him, but each thrust made him gulp and arch his back, his body wanted more of that sweet pressure that kept building up on his groin. He could feel how his asshole was throbbing, putting pressure on Miles' dick, who was frowning and breathing from his mouth; he was losing control, and Phoenix loved it.
"M-M-Miles! Ah… More— Please, more!" That was it, only those words were needed for Miles to abandon his restrains and allowing the passion to take over.
Taking both Phoenix's legs, he lifted them and set his ankles on his shoulders, which allowed him to go deeper than before. Phoenix almost screamed as he felt himself completely filled with Miles' dick, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hands gripped the sheets and his knuckles turned almost white with the force used (as weird as it sounds, his body was trembling while being pounded. Not only because of the motion, but his muscles and nerves were jolting). Miles moaned without restrictions, moving as fast as he could. His right hand moved to Phoenix's cock, masturbating him sloppy but enthusiastically.
"I don't— Ah!" Phoenix tried to speak but the emotions were too overwhelming, everything was blurry but Miles. The sudden pressure in his dick was too much to handle without losing his mind.
"I'm… Close… Can… I?" Miles was able to articulate as much, hoping that Phoenix understood the message. Otherwise, he would have to take it out and he wasn't really fond of the idea. All Phoenix could do was nod while moaning, feeling his dick throbbing as it was about to release.
With a few erratic thrusts, finally Phoenix came first in a long splash of sperm that spread through his stomach and Miles's hand, a long deep moan filled his throat, he saw nothing but a white light while frowning in pleasure. Not much longer, Miles cock filled the inside of Phoenix's asshole, grunting like a wild animal and closing his eyes, little stars were all he could see. Both of them panted heavily as they tried to recover.
Finally, the tiredness took over Miles and made it fall in the bed, still panting a little. He took Phoenix's hand and pulled it close to give a few soft kisses, smiling at the sight of an embarrassed Phoenix, who averted his sight.
"We just made love and you are embarrassed of a few kisses on your hand?" Miles couldn't help but laugh a little while Phoenix's face went red with anger and more embarrassment.
"Shut up, jerk" This only caused Miles to laugh even more. While Phoenix was slightly angry, he couldn't help but enjoy Miles' laugh. It was a rare event, after all. A few moments later, Phoenix decided to tease him a little bit.
"Miles, I think we will have to get married after this" Miles face lost all the color that the laughing brought.
"WHAT?"
"Well, you didn't wear a condom, and I might get pregnant, you know?" He even pouted, trying to restrain his laughter. Phoenix received a pillow in the face which caused to laugh hysterically.
"Idiot… And I'm sorry, I got carried away and forgot to use it" Miles blushed at the recent memory still printed in his skin.
"Good thing I'm clean. 'S not like I'm out there fooling around daily, but is always good to be sure" He closed his eyes, tired but content. Suddenly he felt the pressure of Miles' body on him once again. "Miles?"
"I don't want that" He looked serious, as if he was offended… Or worried.
"Don't want what?"
"You, fooling around" Miles' eyes were strangely sad.
"I-I'm not, Miles, it was a bad joke" Phoenix slide both arms in Miles' back, pulling him into a hug. "I'm sorry, it was just a dumb joke".
"I guess I'll really have to marry you then. I have to take my responsibility" The whisper was barely audible, but it was there nonetheless. Despite everything, Miles was smiling.
"S-shut up!" Phoenix gave Miles a nervous spanking.
"Hey!"
They both laughed until tears formed in the corner of their eyes. Once they were calmed, silently, retreated into the shower to clean themselves and maybe, just maybe, keep exploring each other's body. The night was young, right?
I love this two dumb lawyers who are extremely oblivious of what they have right in front of them :3
Hope you liked the smut! Like I said, it's been quite some time since I did something like this, so it takes practice. And also, it's in English, so that's twice as hard.
Hope to see you soon!
Thanks in advance!!