Author's note:
My sincerest apologies for the epic wait, but I wasn't feeling very inspired for kisses. However, I feel very fortunate to have such wonderful readers, and this chapter goes to FourCursedOnixes and his/her request for some kinky ownership ;) While I'm at it, I'd like to thank you for the review, my dear. I'm glad you're enjoying my little contribution to the Apollo/Phoenix community.
Prompt: Ownership, you know, like if Phoenix has to be (Or pretend to be) Apollo's pet for x reason, or Polly having to claim ownership of him for x reason (Jealousy? A bunch of people hovering over Phoenix's ass-Ah! I mean- over him, maybe?) - FourCursedOnixes
20 Kisses: Hero Worship
By Dark Interval
Ninth kiss: Ownership
The first time Phoenix gave into peer pressure, took Miles up on his invitation one Friday night to join the prosecutors for some drinks, and passed out in the middle of the bar and grill after consuming less than half a pint of beer, was the first time he realised his ridiculously low tolerance for alcohol. Actually, he only found out about that after he woke up the next day on Apollo's bed, because his protégé had cabbed all the way down and brought him home when Godot called to laugh at his inadequacy.
"Looks like the kitten had too much to drink," the man had said over the phone. "If you don't hurry, there are a bunch of wolves here just dying for a taste." And a terrified Apollo had immediately paid the cab driver extra to run all the red lights.
That same night was also the first time Phoenix slept on his boyfriend's bed. Usually, his protégé tended to pull all-nighters at the office, so they ended up crashing on his bed by circumstance. But this time, things were different and he slept better than ever before; and while Apollo was inclined to believe that it was mostly due to the alcohol, Phoenix felt it was more to do with being surrounded by his partner's warmth and comforting scent. He had grown used to it filling up every nook and crevice of his office since two years ago when the kid started working for the then Wright Talent Agency. But Apollo wasn't a boy anymore, had filled into his suit very nicely, and if Phoenix had to be completely honest with himself, the brunette's scent affected him a lot more than he'd care to admit. After all, if that wasn't a smug grin on Apollo's face when he came back to his lover shamelessly jerking off with nose pressed into an unclean vest, then Phoenix didn't know what it was.
When asked about the previous night, Apollo said he cuddled more than usual. Phoenix wished he could remember. Apollo demanded he paid back the cab fee he owed him (midnight surcharges were a bitch). Phoenix conveniently forgot. But that's fine, Apollo told himself with a sigh and shake of his head as he watched his mentor snuggle against his chest like an adorable kitten and fall back asleep. As long as he didn't do it again.
Alas, that was wishful thinking because Phoenix could be stupidly, naively persistent at times and believed his tolerance actually improved. That, and he always believed in the good of people and had laughed Apollo off when the latter claimed the prosecutors were only interested in getting into his pants. He chalked it up to overprotective jealousy, while Apollo meanwhile had his reasons for doubt.
The second time Phoenix got drunk was on a Friday too soon. It was the usual suspects: Miles, Godot, Klavier and Simon. They lured him out for dinner, bought the unsuspecting defense attorney some shots and after a few rounds of "fun", Apollo had walked into a dark office, switched on the lights, and had the biggest freak-out session of his life when he found Phoenix drunkenly making out with Mr. Rockstar Prosecutor on the couch. Well, ok, it was more of Klavier devouring every inch of Phoenix while the latter pathetically pushed and tried to resist his advances. But it was still unacceptable.
"Herr Wright purrs like a Kätzchen," said the blonde after removing his lips from around a whimpering Phoenix's neck. "Care to join in, Herr Forehead?"
Poor Klavier didn't even have a chance to take back what he said. Apollo was so mad, he practically blew his rival out of the building with his Chords of Steel and didn't even bother asking about him when said prosecutor failed to show up for their trial the following morning.
Apollo wanted to yell, lecture his mentor who appeared more ignorant and childish than he gave him credit for; admonish him for his stubbornness and nativity; for making him worry, but Phoenix had tears in his eyes and Apollo felt his heart soften. The poor man was too intoxicated and confused to comprehend anything. So, he simply pulled Phoenix close, reassured him of his love, and sealed it with a passionate, demanding, toe-curling kiss.
Now, Apollo Justice was a tolerable person. He could be a little hot-blooded and enthusiastic at times, but he was; and he prided himself on his ability to keep a good head on his shoulders and keep calm, logical and mostly sane in comparison to Athena, Trucy and his own boss whenever they launched into their antics or had problems maintaining a decent level of professionalism during investigations. Not to mention, maintaining the cleanliness of the office and monitoring the firm's accounts on a daily basis. Sure, he felt underappreciated most of the time, but he knew his co-workers cared… in their own bizarre, highly questionable way… which made him wish they didn't care at all sometimes. Of course, there were days he lost his patience – mostly due to Phoenix whenever they argued if it was a ladder or step-ladder (Goddammit, it was just a bloody ladder!) – but he figured he was mature and level-headed enough to control his temper in light of most things…
Except that one Thursday afternoon at the Prosecutor's Office.
"Where is he?" he grumbled, consulting his watch for the fifth time that hour as he sat at the waiting area. It didn't make the time go any faster, but at least it gave him something to do. Athena meanwhile, had grown so bored, she resorted to running laps around the vicinity.
It all started with a disagreement between Phoenix and Blackquill over the final verdict earlier in court. Their back-and-forth rain of objections and table-banging post-trial had gotten so heated and violent (in Blackquill's case), that it demanded the attention of the Chief Prosecutor himself. So, here they were: waiting until their brains turned numb, while their boss and Prosecutor Blackquill went to settle their dispute in Edgeworth's presence like professionals.
Frankly, Apollo didn't care who won. As long as that twisted samurai didn't lose his temper and cut Phoenix down to pieces, it was good enough for him. But an hour and 20 minutes was ridiculous, even for Phoenix, so Apollo found himself standing outside Edgeworth's very intimidating office door and feeling smaller than life.
Maybe I should just go back down and wait.
He turned around and was just about to do so, when he thought he heard something beyond the door. It was a little muffled by the hard mahogany, but he swore heard his mentor's voice as well as the sound of objects crashing onto the ground. When he pressed his ear against the wood, he felt his heart stop – Phoenix was crying; the door was locked; something was terribly wrong.
"S-Stop… Please… Don't–"
Screw the Chief Prosecutor and screw the damage bill.
And so, throwing caution to the wind, Apollo kicked the door down and immediately wished he hadn't. The desk was a mess; Phoenix was stripped naked with Blackquill and Edgeworth hovering over him, pinning him down, the former grasping his jaw and forcing his tongue down his throat; the latter roughly stroking his cock at a maddening pace. Phoenix's face was flushed, tears streaming down his soft, red cheeks; and suddenly, when the pleasure became too much to bear, he ripped his mouth away from Blackquill's smirking lips and threw his head back in a scream.
"I'm cumming! Cumming–!"
He came messily all over his chest and Edgeworth's hand. The last thing Apollo saw was the bespectacled gentleman demanding a trembling Phoenix to lick it clean, before his whole world turned red and the demon within which Jinxie often talked about, reared its ugly head. Suffice to say, the Wright Anything Agency did end up receiving a hefty bill for damages… and hospitalization. Thankfully, neither Blackquill nor Edgeworth had the audacity to sue.
Phoenix tried to appease his partner, but Apollo was convinced now was a better time than any to publicly officialize their relationship, if only to get those perverted prosecutors off their backs. However, the older male had his reservations, avoided the subject and came up with one pathetic excuse after another, which eventually led to their first serious, full-blown argument. Even Trucy and Athena sensed the oncoming storm and had the decency to leave the office in the pretense of some personal errands.
"Apollo, I'm sorry, but we can't -"
"Why not?! Are you ashamed of us? Don't you trust me? Are my feelings a bloody joke to you?!"
"No!" Phoenix cried in protest, only to bow his head and avoid his protégé's accusatory stare. "It's not any of those things. W-We weren't even supposed to…" he trailed off, biting his bottom lip in distress. "Just trust me when I say our relationship is complicated. We can't make it public."
"Why not?!"
"Because I'm your boss and I said so, ok?!"
And then Phoenix retreated into his bedroom, slammed the door shut, and left Apollo in the office to simmer in silence.
Seriously, what was the guy's problem?! And that last defense was cheap, beyond the man's normal standards in fact. So, their relationship was structured on the basis of power dynamics, huh? Fine. Boyfriend or not, he swore he'd make Phoenix live to regret those very words. As far as he was concerned, he has been too kind for far too long.
"If that's the way you're going to play, sir – well, I have just the thing to turn your argument around…"
"Mn… Wha? Ow…"
Phoenix's eyes fluttered open, but all that greeted him was darkness – not because it was late or he was confined in some place dark, but something soft and light over his eyes obscured his vision; teased his senses; heightened his vulnerability. That realization spurred his body into action; the fog that clouded his brain receded and adrenaline coursed through his veins. Every inch of his body felt more sensitive; his senses on high alert.
A light breeze caressed his flesh and he shuddered from the innocent stimulation, the telling absence of weight and protection on his body a clear indication of his nakedness. Instinctively, he tried to close his legs, but something holding his ankles and wrists together prevented him from doing so, and the thought of him shamelessly baring his privates for the world to see made him crimson in mortification. He struggled against his bindings, but realised he couldn't get out of his half sit-up position. Overall, the pose was awkward and terribly compromising; and his butt felt extremely sore. There was something in his ass – he couldn't tell what it was, but it was stretching him beyond his normal capacity and it hurt so much. Phoenix felt like crying, but the gag tightly strapped around his mouth made it uncomfortable to speak a word, much less breathe properly.
What's going on? Who did this? Why can't I remember anything?
The last thing he recalled was drinking a mug of hot cocoa Apollo had prepared for him as an apology, and then… nothing. Had he agreed to another night out with Edgeworth and company? Did he end up with the short end of the stick again and was this their cruel idea of a penalty?
Suddenly, someone chuckled, low and beguiling, and the familiarity of it left Phoenix feeling both relieved and terribly displaced. He knew that voice, heard it every night in his dreams and every day in his ear whispering sweet words of promise and endearment. That voice confessed its owner's deepest secrets, conveyed their darkest desire, shared their dreams… but instead of finding solace in it like he normally did, Phoenix couldn't shake off his mounting anxiety and fear.
"Awake, are we?" They laughed again. "Good. I was beginning to think I put a little too much in your drink. Though I'm not complaining…" A hand teasingly caressed his inner thigh, lingering precariously close to his privates and Phoenix jerked forward in surprise. "The view's divine."
He couldn't scream, couldn't ask questions, so he settled for whimpering instead. His captor leaned close and he felt hot breath lick the shell of his ear.
"Oh, sir… If only you could see how adorable you look."
Fingers reached out to lovingly thread through his hair and he stiffened when he felt the digits bump against something attached to the sides of his head. Confused, he tilted his head and gave another whimper, this time in honest enquiry, only to squeak in surprise when he felt a finger run teasingly over the length of his cock, flick the tip, and run back down again. The person repeated the process languidly, like the mere action proved nothing more than an idle chore; and what embarrassed Phoenix wasn't the fact that he was fully exposed and vulnerable to the whims of another, but that his body was quickly responding to the careless treatment. He was hard in seconds.
"My, my… aren't you a lewd one," said the voice, pressing his finger down on the tip of Phoenix's twitching cock as said man moaned against his gag. "I barely did a thing, Mr. Wright, and you already look like you're about to burst…"
The higher the pressure, the tighter his restraints felt. Phoenix clenched and unclenched his fingers; breathed sharply through his nose.
"So sensitive…"
They rubbed his tip eagerly. Precum dripped down his length. The focused stimulation was pure torture. He sobbed behind his blindfold, against the ball gag and all the saliva, and when the person delivered a tight smack to his hardness and laughed as it twitched eagerly in response, Phoenix didn't need to see himself to feel the twinge of his own humiliation.
"With how promiscuous you are, I think I need to be careful; after all, the purpose of this little experiment is to punish you, not pleasure you."
Punish?
At those words, Phoenix tried to scramble away, but the person held him down and tsked.
"Come now, where's your sense of integrity? You've been a bad boy, Mr. Wright. Or should I say – they reached forward to tug the blindfold away – my little kitten."
Wincing and blinking rapidly from the sudden change, Phoenix gave himself a moment for his vision to adjust to his environment. A quick glance was all it took for him to conclude he wasn't in his office, but in Apollo's apartment, specifically in his bedroom, which then reminded him of the invitation he received from said man shortly before he probably, most likely passed out. The kid mentioned something about a drink… had he been drugged? Ooohh… Apollo was going to receive a mouthful once he got himself out of this!
As if reading his mind, Apollo shook his head, bemused, like an owner watching his new pet indulge in its own endearing ignorance.
"Your face is an open book, kitten – and you're not getting out of this until you learn to respect the hand that feeds you, or in this case, loves you."
Apollo gently caressed the sensitive, pink skin around Phoenix's sore entrance stretched wide by what appeared to be a dildo. A long, black furry cat tail extended from its end and Phoenix stiffened, feeling the thick rod inside him move a little when his boyfriend gave the tail a playful tug. He lifted his head to glare at Apollo, intending to convey the full extent of his annoyance and disapproval, but the latter simply grabbed his chin and forced his gaze towards the bedroom mirror.
"Still think you're in the position to call the shots?" he asked with a predatory grin.
Miserable and without any choice, Phoenix took in his reflection: automated cat ears sat innocently on either side of his head, the device moving in a reflection of his mood. The black ears were initially perked in surprise to his appearance, but were now flattened against his skull when the embarrassment kicked in. Phoenix knew for a fact that these things weren't cheap and the realization that Apollo had actually thought this whole plan through – quite elaborately – made his stomach do nervous flips and his heart pound in dread. He's really going ahead with this. Phoenix could see his leather bindings now, but they were more like shackles – each wrist was locked to an ankle, and the nature of the design kept his knees apart and ultimately, himself upright, forcing him to bear witness to whatever was going on between his legs. He could see the black tail as clearly as he felt it up his ass, and his gaze honed in on a black collar fastened around his neck – it had a little bell attached to it, along with a tag which read, "Property of Apollo Justice". He blushed in shame and would have looked away if not for Apollo's firm grip on his face.
This isn't happening.
Satisfied with his mentor's reaction, Apollo released him and rose to his feet. At that moment, looking up at that smug smirk and triumphant gleam in those hazel eyes, Phoenix felt small, powerless and for the first time since they met, concerned over the young lawyer's strength, status and capacity. For the first time ever, Apollo wasn't a "kid" and as for himself, his age and years of experience no longer made him feel like the center of authority.
"Now, what was it you said to me again?" Apollo mused to himself. "Oh yeah – 'I'm your boss and I said so'."
Phoenix cowered before his protégé. Why did he have a bad feeling about this?
"Well, kitten, I'm your master now, and you're going to do whatever I want."
The next thing he knew, Apollo grabbed the base of his tail, pulled the dildo out and mercilessly rammed it back in as far as it could go. Phoenix's eyes flew open and he threw back his head in an agonized wail that went muffled by the ball gag. It hurt, oh God, it hurt. Tears lined his beautiful blue eyes as he remained in his prone position, trembling, subservient, and at Apollo's complete mercy.
The fucking continued. Apollo thrust the dildo in and out, slowly yet roughly; slammed it against his protesting, inner walls. Phoenix bit into the gag so hard, his jaw started to hurt. No matter how many times Apollo repeated the action, it didn't make the pain any more bearable. He felt like his ass was going to split in two. His cat ears twitched madly. He could see the thick purple dildo with its numerous bumps going in and out of his hole with each agonizing thrust. Apollo was treating him so callously, cruelly, and he didn't know why or what he did to deserve such abuse.
He inclined his head to meet his protégé's stare, eyes wide, desperate and pleading – "I'm sorry. Please, forgive me," they seemed to say; but Apollo ignored him, angled his wrist and delivered a swift upward thrust. The rod struck Phoenix's prostate dead-on, momentarily making the poor lawyer see stars. His body felt paralysed; a split second of shock; and just before his brain could fully process how good it felt, Apollo started moving again as he pumped Phoenix's throbbing entrance at a rapid, maddening pace.
No…! Noooo… Too good… Stop, please! Can't-!
The tip hit his sweet spot over and over, his dick weeped and throbbed painfully from the overstimulation, and Phoenix thought he'd surely go mad. His tears flowed freely now; strangled moans escaped the confines of his throat; his ears twitched erratically; more precum dribbled down his length; the dildo was slick with his juices; pleasure seized every inch of him, pushed him over the edge.
So close… So –
Suddenly, Apollo whipped out a vibrator, switched it on, and jabbed it against his cock. Phoenix's eyes flew open; his pupils dilated; he nearly choked on his saliva. That thick rod pounding relentlessly against his prostate and those intense vibrations assaulting his cock… T-Too much, too much! And with a strangled scream that tapered off into muffled sobs, he came all over his stomach and chest in messy, violent spurts.
"Haha, you came so much to just that?" said Apollo with an evil grin, his own cheeks flushed from the erotic spectacle. He reached up to wipe a drop of cum off his cheek, watching as the once proud attorney spasmed from the aftershocks of his intense orgasm.
"That was just a dildo, kitten. I wonder what would happen if I turned on its switch?"
No… No more… Please stop...
Phoenix's mind was so far gone, he didn't even resist as his protégé replaced his tail, the accessory sliding into his butt easily, and he groaned from the soreness and the suggestion for more to come. He was too weak to fight, too humiliated to look his lover in the eye.
"It seems my cute little kitten learns well," Apollo commended on his subservience as he cupped Phoenix's tear-stained cheek, turning his face towards him. "Now, let's try this again: are we going to make our relationship public?"
The reaction was immediate: Phoenix jerked out of the brunette's grip and shook his head stubbornly, refusing to meet the latter's stare. However, his rebellion was to be expected; after all, that fight in his idol was one of his best qualities and Apollo wouldn't have him any other way. Besides, it would only make breaking his boss that much more satisfying.
"No? Well, that's fine, Mr. Wright," said Apollo flippantly, fiddling with the functions of the vibrator.
He maxed out the vibrations, rolled the dial forward and the thing buzzed to life. Phoenix whimpered, shook his head fervently; his cat ears flattening against his skull, but the shackles around his wrists and ankles reminded him of his futility. No more, no more… He'd surely die.
Relishing in his newfound control, Apollo closed the space between them and whispered in his mentor's ear, "We have all weekend, my kitten. And I'm just getting started – today isn't over yet…"
Sunday morning.
Apollo yawned and sleepily padded out of his bedroom into the kitchen. His normally neatly styled hair and twin spikes were absent; instead, he sported an unruly look, his obvious bedroom hair granting him a careless, devilish disposition. And considering the many rounds of 'training' he administered last night and the night before, there was no need to keep up formal appearances. For a young father, Phoenix was delightfully wanton and energetic in bed – he could keep going, take everything his protégé had to offer over and over… or maybe it was simply because he had no choice but to. That last thought brought a smirk to Apollo's lips. He seriously doubted the prosecutors would pose a problem anymore. If anything, Phoenix learned fast.
After brewing himself a cup of coffee, he proceeded to his modest living room and made himself comfortable on the small sofa. Granted, his place was smaller than the Wright Anything Agency, but it was cosy, sufficient and most importantly, neat. Not that the office was a total mess, but that was only because him and Athena were employed there and days were slow enough to schedule in some basic housekeeping… including the toilet. Though Phoenix was usually the one scrubbing the bowl about 4 times a day.
Speaking of Phoenix…
Apollo whistled and patted his thigh. "Come," he commanded and waited patiently.
On cue, a black head with spiky hair and furry cat ears peeked out from behind the bedroom door. The ears swiveled in a curious, adorable fashion, only to perk up when its owner located his master's figure on the sofa. Phoenix's face and skin was flushed pink, his body aching in various areas. He hadn't yet recovered from yesterday's vigorous 'training session' and this morning's erotic wake up call, but there were consequences for disobedience and it wouldn't do to keep his master waiting.
Crossing the living room on all fours, tail between his legs and his bell-and-collar jingling as he moved, Phoenix climbed up the sofa and as taught, lay his head upon Apollo's lap. He gazed up at the brunette with wide, innocent eyes and allowed them to drift shut when Apollo started stroking and threading his fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. The gesture was affectionate and comforting and he couldn't stop the soft appreciative hum from leaving his lips.
"Such a good kitty…" Apollo praised, scratching behind the man's ear.
His hand wandered from Phoenix's hair to the graceful, perfect arch of his bare back; ran his fingers across soft, smooth skin; traveled to his adorable, perky bottom to pat and fondle it greedily. In response, Phoenix let out a low moan and spread his legs to give Apollo better access, whimpering when the latter reached between his thighs to grope his balls and play with his tail. His ass felt so sensitive and with every slight jerk of his tail, he felt his resolve and dignity slip away, and despite how exhausted he was, couldn't stop his body from responding to the pleasurable stimulation.
When Apollo's fingers ran teasingly up and down his length, pulled back the foreskin and rubbed and rolled the tip with a thumb and forefinger, it didn't take long for him to become hard and start dry humping his protégé's thigh. He heard his master laugh at his desperation, but he found that he didn't care. His body was no longer his own, his every will programmed to please. He readily succumbed to Apollo's instruction and desires, enjoyed the callous treatment, could even cum to said man's dirty talk, and for that he felt ashamed. There was no need for the bindings anymore – he knew his place.
"Who knew that the kitten was such a pervert," Apollo breathed against Phoenix's ear as he wrapped his hand around the latter's cock, stroking it so slowly it proved almost painful. "Come to think of it, didn't you just cum a few minutes ago?"
Phoenix whined and with a broken sob, turned his face to lick Apollo's cheek pleadingly. Thankfully, Apollo knew what he wanted.
"You want to cum again, don't you?" And on purpose, he released Phoenix's throbbing dick to teasingly flick his pert, pink nipples.
Phoenix whined again, this time louder and more desperate, even licked his protégé's face, neck and hands as he begged for his attention and pity, keening in want. But Apollo had something else in mind as he tackled his new pet onto the sofa; admired the man's sexy body made even more beautiful by the numerous love bites adorning his fair skin. As Phoenix gazed up at him with those big blue eyes, a pink tongue darting out to lick his soft lips, ears flicking in innocent wonder; Apollo growled possessively and felt his body grow hot with desire. Fuck, did his mentor know how cute he looked?
I want to take him again.
"Enough of what you want," he said, tugging down the zipper of his pants and freeing his erection. "You're going to put that tight little ass to good use, and I won't stop until I've claimed every last inch of you, until you smell of nothing but my cum, and whenever you're alone and you close your eyes, all you'd feel is my cock slamming into you over and over and over again…"
Phoenix tossed his head and released a loud, needy mewl. Apollo held up a switch and pressed the main button. The tail inside Phoenix buzzed to live and he arched his back with a squeak of surprise. He could feel the vibrations hammer insistently against his inner walls, torment his already abused, over sensitive prostate; felt the shocks gradually increase, the familiar pressure between his hips; felt the wetness drip down from the tip of his swollen cock to gather in a small puddle on his stomach. More… more! He shook uncontrollably, his body twisting and jerking in sharply on the sofa– to get away, to experience more – but Apollo held his thighs down, made him look, and Phoenix felt like he was going to lose his mind.
But it wasn't enough. The tail wasn't enough. He felt so empty and he longed to be filled.
"M-More," he begged, voice tiny and thin from lack of use. "More…"
"Cats don't talk," Apollo growled, took out a small wooden clothes peg and clipped it on a rosy nipple.
Phoenix cried out in pain, but didn't cease in his begging and Apollo lost his patience along with his resolve. He wouldn't lie to himself: the way his idol behaved now, all inhibition thrown to the wind, pitifully and shamelessly begging to be fucked… it was hot. It was extremely sexy; and he decided that disciplining his kitten could wait.
Without any warning, he grabbed the tail, pulled it out, and entered his lover in one swift thrust. Phoenix squealed and wrapped his legs around Apollo's waist, clung on for dear life as the younger male proceeded to fuck him like an animal. Yes, yes, yes! His master's cock was the best. He felt so full. Apollo's hips slamming repeatedly against his ass. The wet noises and precum flowing out his hole every time Apollo pulled out and entered again. Apollo's hand around his dick, pumping him in time with his thrusts. His own precum coating Apollo's fingers; overflowing; trailing down that strong arm. Apollo's heavy breathing against his ear. Apollo… Apollo…
"H-Harder!" Phoenix gasped, eyes rolling from the pleasure. "Do it harder… c-cum in my ass… I want your cum, all of it… Master…"
"I said, cats don't talk!" Apollo clipped the second nipple and Phoenix actually sobbed this time, but failed to earn any sympathy from the man above him.
When Apollo angled his hips just so and struck his sweet spot, balls deep, Phoenix momentarily forgot the pain and let loose a loud and low mewl. Yessss… His lewd response went straight to Apollo's cock and with a grunt, the latter forced his thighs further back and continued to vigorously fuck him into the sofa.
Amazing… Can't stop…! His hips kept going. Apollo gazed at the whimpering man beneath him, took in those swollen, bright red nipples pinched tight by a pair of clips that bounced with every thrust; the pink puckered skin of Phoenix's entrance around his dick; his lover's straining, weeping erection slapping against his abdomen; those blue eyes clouded with pleasure; those cheeks thoroughly flushed; and concluded that Phoenix was beautiful.
Mine, he thought. No one else's.
His hips moved faster; he was so close; couldn't stop, didn't want to ever stop. He wanted Phoenix all to himself, exclusively; to love him; fuck him; own him. And with the way said man clung onto him, begged him with his adorable little keens and mewls, Apollo knew that from now on, his idol would never long for another. Phoenix wouldn't be able to cum, much less find pleasure in someone else, and that thought brought him tremendous satisfaction.
Phoenix's back arched off the sofa, his ears perked, mouth open in a silent scream, and Apollo knew he was close to his climax. And unable to help himself any longer, he leaned down to claim his mentor's lips in a passionate, demanding, star-seeing kiss. For Phoenix who hadn't experienced any tender affection all weekend, the pleasant contact was all it took to send him over the edge as he came all over his stomach with a violent shudder. Apollo followed soon after and Phoenix moaned when he felt his lover's warm seed fill him up for the second time this morning; for the eighth time in 2.5 days; and what bothered him more than his growing addiction to sex, was the fact that he actually wanted to keep Apollo mad, so that he wouldn't have this give this up.
"You belong to me, Mr. Wright," said the young lawyer against his lips and Phoenix had no objections.
But he still couldn't be truthful about their relationship. He had his reasons and he didn't expect Apollo to understand. If ownership made up for all the pain and confusion, and gave his lover the solace he needed, then he would gladly submit. And so, Phoenix rolled over, fixed his big, innocent blue eyes on his master, and released a gentle, quiet mew. That was the first time he made such a sound. It was for Apollo's ears only and it made his protégé's heart melt.
"OBJECTION!"
Another day, another case. Phoenix slammed his palms onto the table before pointing accusingly at a smirking Blackquill from across the room.
"The killer could have hidden behind the door and fled the scene as soon as Miss Crowne happened upon the crime! There's your exit."
Blackquill's eyes flashed dangerously. He refused to let this fool turn this case around again.
"Silence! If the killer truly did as you said, then why didn't-"
Suddenly, he stopped and pointed at Phoenix's neck. The stoic expression was gone to be replaced with honest surprise and suspicion.
"... Wright-dono, what's that around your neck?"
Phoenix visibly stiffened and his hand automatically went up to touch the black collar, fingers narrowly avoiding the little bell as he tried to hide the 'Property of Apollo Justice' tag. Inwardly, he wondered how the hell his protégé had managed to convince him to come to court today with the collar of his shirt unbuttoned. Everyone would be able to see his shame. Then again, considering what Apollo wanted of him, that was probably the whole point.
As Blackquill continued to stare at him weirdly, perhaps a little knowingly, Phoenix blushed and fumbled to hide his token of ownership.
"Ob-Objection," he stammered. "This has nothing to do with the case!"
Author's note:
First of all, I'd like to apologise to FourCursedOnixes - sorry for taking so long to churn this out. I hope you, as well as the rest of my readers enjoyed this, and I pray I didn't lose you as a reader. I certainly had fun writing it. Thank you for leaving your request and no need to feel embarrassed :) it came at the right time, especially since I was feeling very uninspired to update this. Thanks for getting me back on my feet!
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