His arms snaked around Phoenix's neck, pulling him in close. The defense's hands slid up to grip Edgeworth's smooth white shirt. Fingers tugged the mussed black spikes, tilting Phoenix's head back as he deepened the kiss, tongue diving to take possession. One hand came back to quickly undo Phoenix's already loosened tie, dropping it to the floor before ripping the cotton shirt from the blue pants. Drawing away from the dizzying kiss, Miles fumbled with the buttons on the shirt, cursed and ripped it open instead.
"Whoa, Miles, that didn't grow on a tree! I'll have to sew all those back on tonig…"he trailed off at the glint of steel in Edgeworth's eyes. Slowly, oh so slowly, Miles stalked closer, causing Phoenix to take a step back, another, a hard surface stopped his movement, the counter. Placing a hand firmly on either side of the quivering defense, Miles lowered his head to trace a nipple languidly with his tongue, grey eyes still locked on the wide startled ones above him. Nibbling, his mouth traced a path across Phoenix's chest, collarbone and back again. With a small gasp, Phoenix's legs buckled, sending him sliding down the cabinets. Smiling, Edgeworth followed him, trapping the prone man's legs, as he picked up the tie he had let fall earlier. Grabbing Phoenix's wrists he wrapped and tied them to one of the nearby cabinet handles. Nervously, Phoenix glanced up at his now immobile arms.
"Aa…I wouldn't pull too hard if I were you…it'd be horribly expensive to fix…" Miles grinned, running a finger down the quivering chest, stopping at the navel. Long fingers gripped the belt holding the blue pants, slowly undid the clasp, the button below it, ran down the zipper, before settling to grasp the bulge beneath. A gasp, hips jerked, the swell in his palm increased.
"Miles…What's with you today?" Wright managed to ask, face wrinkled in confusion, eyes slightly unfocused. Busy teasing the growing erection still trapped in the blue cotton, Edgeworth leaned forward to place a hand on Phoenix's jaw.
"I just decided to punish you for being such a dirty boy…After all, if I am to clean…I'll need to clean Every Bit of you…" Phoenix's eyes widened as the prosecutor's head descended to claim his lips forcibly, the hot tongue slipping deep to erase every thought left in his head, body held captive. His breathe came in pants, a blush spreading across cheekbones roughed by the continued ministrations of Miles' tongue, lips, teeth. The hand left off its play with the cotton wrapped prey to run the zipper down, allowing it to be freed, finally. Mile's eyes took in the glistening cock, an eyebrow tilted. Returning his gaze to the slightly glazed Phoenix's, "Is this a turn on for you? Look at how eager you are, shining, just ready to be scrubbed…"
"Please...Miles, let me up…" he flushed, tinting his entire body red, "it's embarrassing...here...like this…" Miles smirked at Phoenix's discomfiture.
"Hmm...Embarrassing, is it? I think we need a second opinion. Who can we ask? Hmmm..." Before Phoenix could protest again, Miles had swept his trouser away and was settled snuggly between his legs, an odd smile playing over his lips.
"You know, Wright, as much as I love to watch you from across the court room…this view is far superior, your confused face framed by your tight nipples…," a hand slid up to run roughly over the swollen tips, tugging, toying with the sensations running through the captive man's body,"and lastly…such a magnificently proud piece for me to enjoy…I don't think he's embarrassed at all…" The mouth fell, plunging with out mercy, the unoccupied hand now rolling, squeezing his aching balls, moans and gasps came from rouged lips as Miles' brought him to the edge, cum running freely down himself and Edgeworth's chin. The hand working his sac slid down to ease itself into his now wet backside. Phoenix's body spasmed, feeling the width grow, finger by finger. Miles slowly stood and removed his own pants; his pale flesh flushed a delicate fuchsia with excitement. Phoenix's eyes widened yet again as Edgeworth scanned the kitchen, eyes landing on a bottle of cooking oil. With a chuckle, he drizzled it over is erection before dropping back between Phoenix's legs. No warning, he just drove himself in, slamming deep into the space his fingers had previously occupied. Phoenix cried out, hips jerking, hands flexing in confinement, legs coming up to wrap around the lithe body between them. Dragging himself out, centimeter by agonizing centimeter, only to slam in again, draw out, in, every move met by the gasps and soft cries of the man beneath him. Faster he moved now, a hand running down to pump Phoenix's full growth again. It rose with in them now, slicking their skin with exertion. Phoenix's body gave way with a shudder, which Miles echoed, slamming one last time deep within, release. Gasping, Miles slowly slid out and collapsed on the floor next to Phoenix. One hand rose to untie the limp arms before drawing Phoenix in to hold.
"Maybe we should hit the shower next?" Miles said, a grin tugging up the corners of his mouth. Phoenix sighed, "Only if we're clean coming out…"
"Oh, we'll be clean, I promise you that," rising swiftly, Miles bent to gather the limp Phoenix into his arms, carrying him to the bathroom.
"What you meant...now? But we just…"
"Really, Wright, You're so perceptive!"
The door closed behind them as a faucet turned and drowned out the sounds of Phoenix's cries.