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"Feels weird, doesn't it?" Gumshoe asked as he undid the last remaining buttons of his shirt.
"Weird? What is that you find 'weird', detective?" Miles asked back taking off his waistcoat.
"Well, getting to do it in a room, and not on a desk for a change." the detective replied with a grin. "And things like not having to worry about anyone accidentally walking by, having all the time we want and being able to make all the noise we want."
"Not really." Miles pointed out. "Do I need to remind you that there are several families, some of which I'd like to keep good relationships with, living in the other apartments? And that some of them have small children?"
"I remember that..."
"And that it's just early evening, so we can't afford to do all the noise we want, as you put it." Edgeworth went on, interrupting Gumshoe. "We are merely more at our ease and able not to stifle our voices as much as we usually would."
"...got it..." the detective said after some awkward silence.
"I hope so." Miles replied as he took off his pants. "And aren't you going to finish undressing?"
"Y-yeah!" Gumshoe answered before finishing to take off his shirt and undoing his belt. Then he froze for a moment and looked at Edgeworth: "But that means we can say stuff so long as it's not too loud, right?"
In response to this question Miles looked at the detective and sighed. "Right." he then answered after slipping out of his underwear too, folding it and putting it next to the rest of his clothes.
"Perfect then!" the other answered as he quickly took off his pants and underwear with a single movement. "Ready whenever you are!"
Edgeworth sat on the bed, his arms crossed on his chest, then took a deep breath and then looked at Gumshoe, who was standing naked in front of him, waiting.
After about a minute passed without any movement on the detective's part, Miles was about to ask the other what was he waiting for when all of sudden he realized and uncrossed his arms, moving them to his sides. "S-so, go ahead..." Edgeworth said, mentally cursing himself for stuttering.
"Alright..." Gumshoe said, his face lit up by a smile. "First of all, tell me what would you like me to do to you." he said, over-enthusiastically.
"I think it's quite clear what I want you to do, Gumshoe."
"N-no, that's not what I meant..."
"Given the situation and our current condition, I think there's really few room for any kind of- oh..." Edgeworth interrupted himself, understanding what the other actually meant to say with those words.
"Yeah... in that other sense..."
"You'll have to work on your delivery then." Miles couldn't help commenting. "As for me, well..." he took a deep breath. "First of all I'd like you to come closer."
"Roger!" Gumshoe said, his smile back on his face, as he took a step forward. Edgeworth waited for a while for him to move further on, then said: "Closer..."
"As you ask!" he then took another step.
"Closer." the prosecutor said in an annoyed voice as he grabbed Gumshoe's wrist and pulled him on the bed. To avoid that other's sudden landing on the bed could crush him, Edgeworth stopped his fall by supporting his chest with his open hands.
Surprised by how sudden that had been and the somewhat kind gesture, the detective kept silent for a bit. He propped himself up with his hands against the mattress and, looking down at Miles, told him: "You should have told me straight out..."
"I thought what I meant was obvious."
"Yeah, I should have gotten that, sorry." Gumshoe replied.
"Don't apologize. Let's just go on with this and try to get something pleasurable from this situation, alright?"
"Sure thing!" the detective giggled. "I promise you'll feel so good you'll feel sore for a few days!"
Edgeworth ignored that and caressed the detective's chest. "You know, we're here on our own now, we have all the time we want..."
"Yep, that's what I said before!"
"...yes, I remember that." he sighed. "Anyway, I wonder if you wouldn't mind starting with some... milder things before we get to the real deal." Edgeworth explained, only to get in return a puzzled expression from Gumshoe.
"I dunno, but I'd like to cuddle a bit first. Then we can do whatever you said, I love trying out new stuff."
"I agree." Miles said, then lifted himself up and kissed Gumshoe on the lips, hoping that this would have shut up the man for a bit. Returning the kiss and helping Edgeworth reach up by supporting him with an arm around his shoulders, the detective guiltily thought the same thing for a moment.
The prosecutor was the first to pull away to catch his breath, resting against Gumshoe's arm. "You have really gotten better at kissing since last time, detective..."
"Did I? I haven't been practicing with anyone else, I promise!" Gumshoe tried to justify himself, only to be once again cut short by another kiss.
They went on for a while, kissing each other slowly and calmly, until Edgeworth whispered into the detective's ear: "And now... I'd like you to kiss me again, this time lower."
"Sure thing sir." Gumshoe said before moving his mouth towards the other man's neck and lightly nibbling on it.
"Not there..." Miles put his hand on the detective's head and lightly pushed it down. "Lower."
"Oh, got it." he answered moving himself towards the other man's chest, to caress, kiss and lick the other's nipples.
"...lower, Gumshoe." Edgeworth moaned. "Much, much lower than that..."
"...you want me to kiss your feet, sir?" the detective asked, surprised. "I never knew you were into-"
"Not that lower, detective!" Miles blurted out. "And I'm not into that kind of things, just for your information!"
Gumshoe was suddenly struck with realization: "Oh, I get it now. But I don't think you really mean kissing, more like su-"
"Do I really need to spell out every single detail for you, detective?"
"Well, there's a difference, you know." Gumshoe pointed out. "But if you want me to do something in particular you know just have to be clear with me. If it's for you, I'm ready to do anything."
"Anything?" he inquired putting an arm around the detective's shoulder.
"Yes, Mr. Edgeworth..." he replied running his hands on the other's chest. "So long as it's not illegal..."
"Of course..." Edgeworth chuckled at that precisation.
"Or if it involves hot candle wax, you know I'm not into it." Gumshoe then added.
"Of course." Miles added in a more serious tone.
"Or it has to do with-"
"I get the point detective." the other man cut him short. "I'm not going to ask you any of that, don't worry."
"Good, 'cause I'd like to do enjoy myself too... So, what do you want from me, Mr. Edgeworth?"
"I want you to take me, detective." he said. Then, in a noticeably more embarrassed tone, he went on. "Take me... and mess up my insides..."
"Nope! I ain't doing that." Gumshoe interrupted him with a worried look in his eyes.
"What?"
"That's serial killer talk sir, and I'm not going to do anything like that. And having those thoughts isn't really healthy, and if I can suggest you..."
"...I meant to say, I want you to take me and do it roughly, Gumshoe." Edgeworth interrupted the other and explained.
"Ah... I guess I got that really wrong then, he he... It's just that you'd never say something like that so openly, so I didn't think that..."
"What do you mean, not so openly?"
"Well, you always say stuff in such an indirect manner at times I don't understand... why can't you just ask me to stick it inside you and fuck you hard, that's much clearer."
"Because I find that manner of speaking crass and not endearing, detective. Talking in a roundabout way, simply hinting at things instead of using vulgar names for them, can be much more exciting." Edgeworth explained.
"Yeah, but I'm still not calling your cock 'pleasure source'. Nor mine."
"I thought we were through with that argument, detective."