Phoenix let loose a gasp as his jeans slid easily enough down his legs and into a puddle on the floor. It had been a long time since he had been with anybody, and certainly never anybody this…aggressive. The quiet, polished, mild-mannered prosecutor had a bit of a wild side to him, it seemed, and the brunette was impressed, if not a little intimidated. He didn't think Edgeworth had it in him. Still, it was sort of a nice change of pace as he was disrobed; he was used to doing nearly all of the work…
The attorney's heart was pounding in his chest as he planted a heel into the mattress and shoved his body back, seeking the comfort of propping his head onto the pillow. This is really real, now, isn't it? He watched with avid interest as Edgeworth's shoulder muscles flexed with the effort of holding his bodyweight up while the man followed in turn, illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the open bedroom window. If you do this, there's no backing out, Phoenix… Are you sure you really want this so soon? Reaching up, he cupped the other man's jaw in his palm and held him steady for a moment. "Edg—Miles, wait."
Gray eyes gazed into blue as the prosecutor paused, passion quickly fading in favor of concern. "Is everything alright?"
Phoenix held his stare for a few moments, looking past the heather gray irises and the high cheekbones and thin eyebrows. He searched for any inkling, even the smallest hint that the man above him was still in turmoil, was still the vicious shell of a monster who lived for the victory, for the perfect record… He searched in earnest for the reassurance that he had truly transformed from the predator that had stunned him in court, the cold-hearted villain who had so thoroughly replaced the virtuous soul he had known and loved as a child…
What he found, however, was the simple, vulnerable stare of a man who had been to the brink of madness and came back victorious, looking down upon him with nothing other than gentle curiosity and, if he looked hard enough, a bit of anxiety as well. Phoenix smiled and ran his thumb along the man's cheekbone, comforted. "Yeah, it's fine, just," he swallowed, throat suddenly dry in anticipation of what he knew was to come, "be gentle, okay?"
Edgeworth returned the smile—a real smile, Phoenix noted, stunned. "Have I ever let you down before?"
The attorney couldn't help but chuckle. He hooked a leg over Edgeworth's thigh and brought their bodies close, eliciting a delicious noise from the man when their groins met. Mimicking the prosecutor's actions from earlier, he leaned up to whisper in the man's ear, "Remind me you asked that the next time I'm cross-examining a parrot…"
Even in the heat of the moment as they were, Phoenix could nearly hear the other man rolling his eyes. The laughter that followed finally managed to break the strange tension between them, however, and as Edgeworth went back to work laying a trail of kisses down his subject's chest, Phoenix took to threading his fingers through the man's hair and watching his ministrations. In the gentle balance of light and shadows that melted across the room, the attorney could now see a spread of freckles across Edgeworth's back and shoulders. He suppressed a grin and made a mental note to tease him about them later.
"You have a scar here," Edgeworth looked up, his mouth still close enough to Phoenix's skin to cause goosebumps to flutter across the man's body.
The attorney squirmed, bashful, and brushed his partner's bangs away from his eyes. "Had my appendix out. They said it wouldn't leave much of a mark, but—" Words left him as the prosecutor snared a bit of the flesh surrounding the thickened skin between his teeth, worrying it with his tongue. He began to trail even lower, causing yet another adrenaline spike to twist the attorney's gut, but Phoenix was determined to ride it out this time. He trusted Edgeworth. Still, when he felt the other man's delicate fingertips begin to pull at his boxers, he froze, searching for an excuse to prolong it just a bit further.
Tugging lightly at the man's hair to bring him back to eye level, he opted to instead wrap his arms around the svelte waist and steal one more kiss. While he had the other man distracted this time, however, he planted a leg and rolled them together, cherishing the small gasp of surprise he managed to get out of the prosecutor. It was a terrific game to keep him on his toes. Leaning away from his date, Phoenix took a moment to admire his pale, disheveled subject, trying to memorize each minute feature. "You didn't think I would let you just have all the fun tonight, did you?"
"By all means, Wright, take it away." As if he had somehow expected the sudden turn of events, Edgeworth smirked and threaded his fingers behind his head, lounging with crossed ankles, looking perfectly at ease.
Damn it, he's still calling my bluffs, even now… Not to be outdone, Phoenix returned his rival's confident visage and took advantage of the open offer, sliding a hand along a softly rippled ribcage. Unable to keep his focus away from the body beneath him for long, he allowed his eyes to follow where his hands trailed, wanting to savor the opportunity. Moonlight glinted across small silvery streaks that marred the pale flesh beneath him at odd intervals and Phoenix narrowed his eyes at them, wondering how he'd missed them earlier. "What are these?"
Edgeworth cocked an eyebrow and glanced down. "What are what?" As Phoenix traced over a few of the unusual marks with his hands, the prosecutor fought a blush and averted his gaze. "They're—they're bad memories." His eyes slid shut when he felt a wet tongue flit gently across one of them. "Franziska wasn't the only one who had a penchant for whipping those she felt were lacking…"
There was a noncommittal noise against his body and he turned his gaze back to the attorney to watch as the man explored his body. He knew that the other man had been bluffing when he had flipped them over, was probably stalling for time to soften his own nerves. Unlike their heated courtroom battles, he was happy to oblige him in this instance. He didn't know a tremendous amount about navigating these sorts of situations, but he was insistent on getting this right the first time. Rushing Phoenix into things, he gathered, would only spook the man and deter him from trying again.
Phoenix moved further down and Edgeworth's heart skipped a beat. As the attorney fiddled with first his belt and then the button on his slacks, he internally smirked, commending the man for his commitment to the follow-through. Just like in court, he mused, no matter how in over his head he gets himself, at least he commits to it… He could see the nervousness in the other man's eyes as Phoenix drew his zipper down slowly and he moved to lift his hips, but the attorney stopped him by holding them to the mattress. Expecting another protest, he lifted his head from the pillow to reassure the man and instead let out a gasp as Phoenix ran his mouth along the edge of his manhood through his slacks. The touch was muted through the fabric but was just firm enough to tease, and as he worked his way back down, Edgeworth could feel the heat of his breath penetrate the thin fabric. I'll be damned… so much for not knowing what he's doing…
Spurred by the reaction, Phoenix grinned. He felt truly at a loss of what to do and so he opted simply for mimicking what he knew he liked and rolling with it. He knew that it would only take him so far, as Dollie had never participated in such activities, even when they were together. He could still remember her voice, full of disgust, the handful of times he'd felt risky enough to ask… Mentally shrugging, he finally tugged at the prosecutor's pants, figuring that it was now or never. As expected, Edgeworth lifted his hips obediently, and Phoenix slid the slacks from the man's body, taking his socks with them on the way down. For a split second, he considered folding them, and then simply tossed them aside.
He noted with no small amount of satisfaction that he had been spot-on when he had pegged the other man as a fan of compression shorts. Staring hungrily down upon the inky black fabric, he could just make out the silhouette of the prosecutor's erection straining against the spandex, lying perfectly along the groove in his hip. Phoenix reached forward and palmed it roughly, stroking it through the fabric, desperate to hear the other man's breath leave his body in a shuddering gasp. Even now, he could feel the flesh swell under his ministrations and he worked it further for a few moments, spurred by the way Edgeworth squirmed under his touch. I could get used to seeing him like this…
Smirking, he settled down between his rival's legs and nibbled indelicately where the hem of the man's boxer briefs sat against his thigh. He knew that his own thighs and hips were terribly sensitive, even ticklish at times, and so he was determined to exploit every trick he could come up with, if nothing else than to continue the dizzying high that was having Miles Edgeworth pinned down, breathless and vulnerable. He traveled further upward until he met the swell of the man's testicles nestled behind the black fabric. The smell was musky and thick, but not unpleasant, and he took an experimental swipe across the bulge with his tongue, emboldened by the reactions he was receiving.
Edgeworth's thighs twitched against his ears and Phoenix heard the man grunt audibly, so he tried again, this time taking his time and making sure that the man would feel the wet heat of his mouth through his shorts. A shudder rippled through the prosecutor's body and the attorney could hear him suppress a groan. Despite his attempts to maintain his composure, Phoenix noticed that Edgeworth had sunk his fingers into the comforter, grabbing two fistfuls of the fabric to keep himself grounded. So, even here, you're going to make me fight for it, hm? He worked his mouth on the man a moment longer, plotting. I'll get you to lose control it if it's the last thing I do, Edgeworth…
It was time, Phoenix thought to himself, to get it over with. Sitting back on his haunches, declining to correct it when his manhood broke free through the fly in his boxers, he soaked in the sight of Edgeworth splayed before him. The man's pale flesh was now glowing with a pink flush and his hair splayed over the worn pillow, stringy with sweat. He was…beautiful. The attorney felt his lips curl into a smile as he reached for the hem of the prosecutor's shorts and he paused, feeling cheeky. "You ready for this?"
To his surprise, Edgeworth laughed. "Are you?"
"Hey, I've tackled worse before," he began to slide the shorts down narrow hips, heart in his throat, praying that his bravado held out longer than he expected it to, "just bear with me while I figure this out…" It was easier to keep the teasing conversation going while he fully disrobed his partner, to ease the tension and hide how nervous he really was. Edgeworth was striking and Phoenix wanted him, but he still couldn't seem to shake the last bit of anxiety over the unknown.
Edgeworth wasn't having it, however. Leaning his head back onto his arms, he allowed his eyes to slide shut. "It's hardly that complicated, Wright, you simply—" his words caught in his throat as he felt the attorney's mouth come down on the head of his weeping manhood, hesitant and seeking. The tip of the other man's tongue dabbed at him then, experimenting, tasting, and he gasped at long last, words leaving him entirely. It wasn't necessarily the most practiced technique, sure, as Phoenix awkwardly maneuvered along trying different ways of pleasuring him, but between the year-long buildup and the other man's innocent willingness to try, the experience was downright filthy. He couldn't stop his hands from sliding into the jet black spikes at his groin and holding his head there, needing more of him.
Phoenix's heart soared as he felt the trembling fingers tug at his hair, encouraged by the man's momentary loss of control. Edgeworth's silence had solved one mystery for him—he wasn't vocal in bed, after all—but the way that his body reacted was plenty to let the attorney know that he was at least making some good progress. Sliding his mouth down over the swollen head, he tried his best to relax his tongue and throat and take as much of the man in as he could, choking slightly and pulling back when he went just a bit too far. That really looks a lot easier than it is… Geeze… Embarrassed, he reached up to wipe his chin, and was surprised to hear Edgeworth's voice purr into the darkness, "do that again."
"Hm?" Phoenix glanced up to meet Edgeworth's stormy, lidded eyes before he felt his head pushed back down and he grinned internally. Trying once more to swallow the other man, he triumphed when he made it just a bit further before gagging softly and pulling back just slightly, opting instead to cover with his hand what he couldn't fit into his mouth. Edgeworth's rough groan rang out in response and Phoenix felt it all the way down in his loins as he worked, slowly at first, then picking up his pace, watching the man's body as best he could from the position. Almost… I think you can do better than that, Miles…
To his surprise, Edgeworth pulled his head away entirely and sat up to kiss Phoenix's swollen lips. He used his free hand to ensnare Phoenix's, pressing it against his chest over his thundering heart as their tongues tangled against each other. When they broke apart, the prosecutor pressed his forehead against his partner's. "Not yet," he panted, "unless you… Unless you want to finish that way."
Phoenix let a breathy laugh loose and shook his head. "You ought to know me better than that by now. I've never been one to quit halfway through."
Edgeworth took a moment to kiss the attorney once more before continuing. "Unless it's a promising art career?"
"Ouch, my feelings," Phoenix mocked offense, unable to keep the smile off his face, "too soon, Miles."
The prosecutor chuckled and turned the both of them, resuming his position on top of Phoenix. Returning the earlier gesture, he took his hand and smoothed black bangs away that had fallen in front of clear blue eyes. "I think I like the way you say my name."
Phoenix allowed his boxers to be slid from his body then, shivering lightly at the new exposure. "Is that right?" Nervous laughter bubbled from his chest even as Edgeworth wrapped a hand around his length and began to stroke it gently. "Let's see if you can get me to say it again, then."
A snort permeated the air as his only warning before Phoenix felt his manhood slide past parted lips and he sucked in a breath, reeling in ecstasy as the tip of Edgeworth's nose buried itself into ebony curls. Allowing no time for the attorney to recover from the shock, the prosecutor held Phoenix's hips firm as he bobbed up and down, eliciting a deep moan from the man on his back. Pulling away, then, and separating himself with a quiet pop in the night air, Edgeworth smirked triumphantly over the attorney's now-glistening erection. "As I told you before, Phoenix, be careful what you wish for."
Phoenix was entirely unable to answer the familiar taunt, having been thoroughly silenced by the momentary pleasure that had wracked his body. He supposed he should have known better than to challenge Miles Edgeworth at anything, much less at something only he had done before, but it was too much fun to battle with his old friend now that it felt as though he finally, really and truly, had him back. Lifting his head from the pillow, he found the prosecutor had paused in his actions, seemingly searching for something as his eyes scanned the room. "What's the matter?"
"This…will be a great deal more uncomfortable for you if you don't have something we can use as a lubricant."
Phoenix blinked a few times as the words sunk in. Despite his excitement, the simple request was a rather effective reminder as to what he was going to go through and he shivered briefly, trying to shake it off. "I think I might have something in my drawer, here. It's pretty old if it's there, but it should do the trick…" He turned and reached into the drawer on his bedside table, groping blindly for the old bottle he wasn't quite sure was even still in there. While he searched, he could feel the other man smoothing his hands along his body and took comfort in it, enjoying the way their skin felt when it rubbed together.
…!
He pulled the small bottle out and peered at it, shaking it a bit to assess its contents. He wouldn't have been able to report the last time it was used, but it seemed to have aged relatively well. Popping the cap, he worked the tube a bit until a small bead made its way out onto his fingers. It was still slick, he noted as he smoothed it across his fingertips, and he handed it over to Edgeworth. "See if this will work?"
The prosecutor mirrored his partner's actions, first with a small drop of the substance, then with a larger quantity in his palm. Phoenix wondered for a moment what he intended to do with that much until he felt a hand close around his member and he gasped, thrusting into the slick tightness that worked his shaft.
"I think it will do nicely." Edgeworth didn't take his hand away, much to Phoenix's delight, but instead used his free hand to prop one of the brunette's ankles onto his shoulder. "This will be a lot easier if you keep at least one leg up. Don't forget to breathe, and tell me if you need to stop, alright?"
Even in the middle of his hazy, pleasure-muddled trance, Phoenix managed to nod. As Edgeworth took his hand away to fiddle with the lubricant once more, the attorney allowed his head to fall back and he took a few deep breaths, steeling himself. He wasn't completely foreign to what was about to happen, having experimented with himself a handful of times over the years, but still, he had to admit that he was more than a little nervous. Lifting his other foot, he braced his heels against the other man's shoulders and grinned at him. "Hey."
Edgeworth looked up, startled out of his concentration.
"I trust you, okay?"
The smile he received in response struck him like a blow. It was soft and bashful, special for him, and he knew in that moment that he would neither forget it nor ever stop searching for it again. Transfixed by the other man's delicate features and how different he looked when they weren't twisted into a determined scowl, Phoenix allowed himself to be distracted by the gentle kiss the prosecutor placed on his ankle bone as a fingertip prodded gently at his entrance.
The lubricant was cold and he tensed reflexively against the unusual feeling, but Edgeworth was quick to resume his earlier handiwork, going back to Phoenix's aching manhood with long, steady strokes. It was difficult to differentiate between the two sensations, his focus torn between the delicious, slick pressure that teased him and the deft fingers that worked slowly but diligently to loosen him up. It wasn't necessarily unpleasant, he reflected, and he bucked his hips, curious to find out where it would lead.
Edgeworth kept his word about being patient and worked long and slow to ensure the least amount of discomfort he could, despite wanting desperately to sink himself deeply into his partner. How long had he fantasized about this moment? He watched, hyper-focused, as he curled his fingers inside of the other man, searching for that spot he knew would fully win him over. How long had he imagined how this might happen, what the other man would taste like, sound like, how he would respond to the prosecutor's touch? He slid his two fingers in and out of the attorney's body slowly, stretching and stroking and teasing as much as he could, waiting until he was absolutely certain that the other man was mad with desire before he moved forward.
Phoenix cried out, arching his back, aching for more. After the initial pressure had passed and he was able to relax a bit, he found that the further the prosecutor got, the more he enjoyed the sensation. Wincing briefly as he felt the man add a third finger, he tried to remember to breathe and focused instead on the artwork that was Miles Edgeworth. He knew that even aside from his fame and fortune, the prosecutor had many who sought after him based on his looks alone. Given his status and extensive avoidance issues, Phoenix was tremendously flattered that he, of all people, was the one who was allowed to see behind those walls…
A jolt of white-hot pleasure rang through his body and he cried out once more, partly out of sheer surprise, unable to hold back. Above him, Edgeworth smirked victoriously and returned to that spot, merciless in his attack. Phoenix writhed beneath him, crushing his body down onto the hand that was driving him mad with pleasure, and it took everything he had not to cuss at the man when all of a sudden, the fingers were gone, and a pervasive emptiness was all that remained.
"I think you're ready now," the man murmured to him, and Phoenix watched with fascinated desire as Edgeworth sought out another palmful of lubricant—this time stroking himself with the slippery liquid.
Oh, I could definitely watch him do that for a while…
Soon, the prosecutor leaned forward and Phoenix could feel him positioning himself where his fingers had been moments ago. With a final reassuring gaze, Edgeworth pushed forth just a bit, pausing when his rival gasped and tensed beneath him. He held steady and smoothed a bead of sweat away from an ebony brow. "Relax, Phoenix, remember to breathe. It will feel better soon, I promise." Allowing himself to slide in just a bit more, he felt his jaw clench at the sensation. Despite all of his earlier work, Phoenix was still incredibly tight, and combined with the heat and slick texture of his body surrounding his own manhood, it took everything he had to hold back.
To his surprise, he could feel the attorney shift his legs so that they wrapped around his waist, pulling him further in. He opened his eyes to see the other man's brows furrowed in concentration and perhaps a bit of pain as he took the prosecutor on. Flexing his hips in sympathy, Edgeworth pulled back and experimented with a small thrust instead, knowing that the unique sensation would likely distract the other man long enough for him to get used to it. Judging by the noise he heard come forth from the brunette, it appeared to work. He tried another thrust, and then another, until he was fully and blissfully surrounded by the other man.
It was easy, then, to lean down and to kiss him while he kept his movements slow and sensual. To his credit, Phoenix rocked against him the best that he could, seemingly enjoying himself, occasionally shifting to try a different angle. Edgeworth was impressed; he hadn't expected to get this far this quickly, but then again, his rival was one for seeing things through to the end… Sitting back and spreading the attorney's legs a bit further, he grabbed hold of the man's neglected erection. He was somewhat confident that neither of them would be lasting long tonight, but he'd be damned if he handed that victory over so easily.
As he predicted, Phoenix let loose an animalistic noise and tensed at the pleasure. The pressure caused Edgeworth to groan in turn and he quickened his pace, no longer able to resist. The two of them rocked against each other frantically, permeating the cool night air with panting breaths and deep grunts until soon enough, the brunette reached out and clasped onto Edgeworth's forearm in a vice grip. "Don't stop," he managed to gasp out, "please—"
Adjusting his hips just slightly, the prosecutor tightened his grip on his partner's member, pumping furiously to match the thrusts of his hips. He could tell that the other man was as close as he was. That's it, Wright… Just a little bit more…
The attorney's back arched off of the mattress and he called out in a throaty moan. "M-Miles!" His fists tugged at the comforter as he found his release, pouring thick, white cream over the prosecutor's knuckles. His erection pulsed within its confines as Phoenix cried out with each shot, until he finally settled, trembling, onto the mattress.
It was enough to push Edgeworth over the edge, himself, as he pulled out from the tight hole and leaned over top of the other man, stroking himself until he could feel the tide of pleasure take over his body. Distantly, he thought he heard his own voice yelling the other man's name as he came, decorating the attorney's tanned skin with his own seed.
When his head finally cleared enough to bring him back around to awareness, Edgeworth opened his eyes to find his partner smirking at him. Not entirely confident that he could eloquently form words quite yet, he narrowed his eyes and shook his head. Whatever it was could wait. He pushed himself up off of the man and made for the restroom, feeling somewhat awkward in a home that didn't belong to him. It didn't take long before he found a washcloth near the sink, however, and he saturated it with hot water before working efficiently to clean himself off. Rinsing and re-saturating the cloth once he was satisfied, he returned to the bedroom.
Even as disheveled as he was, Phoenix was stunning enough that Edgeworth had to pause for a moment and take him in. Nearly elegant as he was sprawled across the surface of the bed, he was reclined comfortably as he dozed in the moonlight, halfway between awake and asleep. The man was broader than Edgeworth, reminiscent of an athletic build, and in the silvery atmosphere, it almost appeared as though he were carved from marble. Court is going to be hell, knowing what's under that suit of his now… He knelt on the bed to announce his presence and handed the washcloth to the other man. "Here, clean yourself up."
"Hey, thanks," the response was a harsh whisper. Phoenix dabbed and wiped at himself, grimacing here and there as he worked diligently to clean the remnants of their bout from his body. Once he was satisfied, he balled the washcloth tightly and tossed it across the room where it bounced lightly against the wall and tumbled into the hamper. The two of them kicked briefly at the comforter and sheets until they were able to pull them up onto their bodies. To Edgeworth's surprise, Phoenix then wrapped a thick arm around his shoulders and pulled him down against his chest with a contented sigh.
Although sleep tugged at him, the prosecutor took a few fleeting seconds to appreciate the situation as it was. All the work he had put into himself over the last year had come to this moment. All of the torturous self-examination and insistence upon discovering what it truly meant for him to be a good man and a good prosecutor had culminated into this experience and he finally allowed his head to rest against his partner's chest. How wonderful, he reflected, to finally feel worthy.