Title: Fire and Ice
Rating: M
Pairings/Characters: Phoenix/Kristoph
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Ace Attorney, characters, etc., all belong to their respective creators.
Warnings: mild kink play
Summary: It had become a thrilling game to him – how far he could continue pushing Phoenix's boundaries.
A/N: Done for Chlogummy on Twitter/Tumblr "fire & ice" prompt for Krisnix week. My first time trying this pair...
"Are you sure this is safe? It won't hurt too much?"
"What's pleasure without a little bit of pain, hm? But yes, it is completely safe. It is specially made for this sort of thing. It doesn't burn as hot to lessen the discomfort."
"I've never done anything like this…."
"Relax, Phoenix. You trust me, don't you?"
There was a slight pause, the air thick with Phoenix's apprehension not only to the situation, but speaking the truthful answer; it was a stark contrast to Kristoph's impatient desire to quench his lust, excitement brimming throughout him from the simple knowledge that Phoenix had never ventured into this realm before in the bedroom. He considered it a rather tame exercise, a nice beginner's entry into the delightful world of experimenting with various stimulations to escalate one's euphoric release. He'd already gotten the other man to accept blindfolding and restraints, both of which were currently in use. It had become a thrilling game to him – how far he could continue pushing Phoenix's boundaries. He was the reason Phoenix's financial livelihood and mental state were in disarray; it was beyond satisfying having Phoenix Wright's fall from grace resulting in the former defense attorney becoming his own personal sex slave
"I do," Phoenix replied shakily, despite trying to sound as resolute as he could.
"Wonderful. Now that we have that little issue cleared up, let's begin, shall we?"
With wrists in leather handcuffs, vision completely impeded by the black silk sash tied around his head, Phoenix willed his anxiety away as best he could. The sheets were soft against his naked body, and he may have gone to sleep had this been any other occasion.
"Will you tell me ahead of time?"
Kristoph smirked. "Your reactions will be more intense if you aren't aware of when it's coming."
A shudder went through Phoenix at these words. He rested his head against his folded arms, realizing it was useless trying to persuade the man otherwise.
It was almost a minute before the hot wax spilled onto the curve of his spine. He gasped and let out a yelp, instinctively fidgeting to get away; however, a firm hand pinned him down by pressing between his shoulder blades. For how petite Kristoph may look to some, Phoenix still found himself forgetting the other man could be quite forceful when necessary.
"Shhh….Relax. Allow yourself to feel it and embrace it," Kristoph soothed.
"I thought you said it didn't burn as hot!"
"That's correct. Would you like me to use an actual candle for you to ascertain the difference?"
A pause. Phoenix knew Kristoph was smiling condescendingly at him even with the blindfold shielding his eyes. "No," he ultimately replied.
"Good. The first is always the worst. Your flesh just needs to adjust."
Releasing his grip on Phoenix, he trailed his hand down and over the man's round backside before trickling a small amount onto each cheek. Phoenix hissed and flinched, though remained still. His hands clenched into fists from the lengthy pour that had wax traversing from his thigh all the way up to his shoulder.
He waited for more, yet sudden movement alerted him to the fact Kristoph was preparing for his next stimulant or needed the other candle's supply. He soon felt it was the former, the ice caressing his warm skin with a bite that made him audibly whimper. It meandered in various patterns along his back, neck, ass, and thighs, causing him to shiver. These extreme opposite stimulations were starting to succeed in arousing him, a light flush coming to his cheeks as he mildly grinded against the mattress.
"Ah, I see you're beginning to like it, aren't you?" Kristoph observed.
"Nnnhhnn…." was all Phoenix could respond with.
"Turn over."
Phoenix promptly obeyed, eagerly resituating to lie on his back. He received the unspoken message to keep his hands above his head from the way Kristoph pressed down on his wrists briefly before returning to his task. The simultaneous use of the hot wax and cold ice on his skin was phenomenal. He squirmed and whined in both pain and bliss, a particularly delectable moan escaping his parted lips the instant heat encased one nipple and a frigid chill encircled the other.
"Kristoph…." he huffed, gently thrusting his hips upward.
The entirety of the wax was drizzled onto his chest, stomach, and around his cock, and the ice cubes proceeded to glide over the same areas until they had melted entirely.
Surveying his work, Kristoph grinned wickedly at how shameless Phoenix appeared at this moment. Fully erect, toes curling, pulsing his hips upward, cheeks red, and mouth open to vocalize his pleasure. The wax was already hardening on his body, the water slowly trickling down to the sheets.
The image was beautiful. Phoenix Wright, so fabulously debauched in his expert hands.
Setting the candle aside, Kristoph hurriedly lubricated his cock and positioned himself between Phoenix's legs.
"Seems that's all the warmup you need tonight," he purred.
Phoenix nodded, impatient to reach his climax.
"Time to finish then, hm?"
It was always a treat for him to hear Phoenix cry out whenever he went rough and relentless, to watch the tense expressions sweep across the man's features as he fucked him hard. Even the few instances in which Phoenix pleaded for him to be gentler, he couldn't control the urge to pound into him without restraint.
They were each fiery and passionate in their own ways. But surely, it was only a matter of time before the bitter cold consumed Phoenix. It was a never-ending game of fire and ice.