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Miles wakes up to the smell of cheap cologne, with a little hint of grape juice. He can perceive something hard at the back of his head, and something soft on his forehead at the same time. Something is rubbing against his forehead, sending warmth and comfort.
He opens his eyes wider and sees light. He sees baby blue and white with a little bit of red.
“Miles?”
He opens his eyes wider and sees someone he’s intimately familiar with, someone he knows who never fails to warm his heart every time they meet.
“Mr. Wright?”
“Hey, you’re awake.” Miles’ heart warms up again, so has his face this time, as he perceives the face of the man he loves smiling down at him, his mind beginning to wake with alertness and realise with embarrassment that he has just woken up to Phoenix Wright who has Miles’ head laying on his lap. Seems like he has fallen asleep and has been shamelessly resting on his lover till now. Miles can feel his face and ears heat up even more.
“Good evening, Miles. Did you sleep well?” not that Phoenix seems to mind it at all, the smile on his face and the soothing hand stroking Miles’ forehead and hair indicate his intention to share warmth and tranquillity to his young tired lover. But Miles still feels bad for intruding, and for another reason.
“I apologise, Mr. Wright,” the younger man wonders if he should sit up, but the arm lightly wrapping around his shoulders and the hand playing with his hair are far too comfortable. The blue jacket covering his upper body and acting as his blanket is far too warm as well. If he’s being honest with himself, he doesn’t want to get up.
“Whatever for, Miles?” the sincere smile still stays on the older man’s face. The younger man can even pick up some joyous humming from above; his older lover seemingly enjoying himself more than he thinks.
“I mean, I fell asleep, when we should be heading out…” Miles remembers. He had actually invited his boyfriend and his subordinates and daughter to a tea break treat after his trials today at one of the newly opened cafes down the street, but became too exhausted to stay awake after sleepless days and nights of preparation for the two trials he had to run today. Phoenix had probably noticed that when Miles reached his office today and allowed him to rest. “Is the others still here?”
Phoenix shakes his head.
“They have all headed out. Athena decided to head back home while Trucy has work tonight; so I got Apollo to send her over and then head home after that.”
“I’m truly sorry,” Miles feels bad for the team in Wright Anything Agency now too. “I’ll make it up, I promise.”
“It’s alright, Miles, really. We can arrange another day for the cafe next time. Trucy and Athena will never forget a promise involving desserts. Besides…”
Miles blink in confusion when he realises Phoenix has lowered his face towards his own and closes his eyes.
He freezes immediately when there are lips landing on his own, his eyes remain open throughout as he watches Phoenix shortly pulls away.
“I get to see my lover’s cute and handsome sleeping face today. I think it’s more worth it than cakes and tea.”
Grey eyes widen. Miles’ heart swells in awe at those words, at that dazzling wide smile on that slightly reddened face. Phoenix Wright never fails to choose the right words to make him feel over the moon.
He never fails to make Miles Edgeworth fall in love even more.
The prosecutor chooses that moment to sit up, the blue jacket on his torso drops to the floor. The boss of the agency office goes confused by that act, wondering if he had said something wrong.
Surprise then overtakes the confusion soon enough, when his younger lover suddenly turns and grabs his shoulder to pan his upper body to face him, the other’s lips immediately land on his own without warning.
“Miles—”
The surprise doesn’t end there, not when Miles quickly shifts closer, the kiss continues as a tongue invades Phoenix’s mouth, stealing his breathe away. Phoenix falls back onto the couch by the push he receives. More and more heat was surrounding both men’s faces and air as their tongues continue to tangle and dance to no rhythm, the younger one seemingly keeps pushing and sucking and letting the wet organs rub against each other persistently as louder moans and wet kissing sounds escape into the room. It’s not their first kiss; Miles definitely knows what he is doing. The teasing fingers on Phoenix’s ear, the firm hand on Phoenix’s chest, not to mention the suggestive knee in between Phoenix’s thighs – all learned from his lover who is at least ten years older than him after many months of dating.
And Miles is a quick learner; Phoenix’s heavily flushed, panting, dazed face when they separate proves it all. The awakened desire showing on the older man’s face and eyes only makes Phoenix more alluring as saliva has overflowed down his chin, the wet link between their mouths breaks to create another wet line down from the defence attorney’s lips. If only Miles has a mirror to show Phoenix how sexy his expression looks right now. But that’s alright, there will definitely be a next time.
“Mr. Wright. Can I…?”
He’s got other plans in mind after all.
His answer is another wet kiss in return as arms around his neck pull him closer.
Miles realises that he has never wondered who is heavier between him and Phoenix Wright. But now he begins to wonder as he has said person naked on his lap right now, legs spreading, back arching and mouth moaning as he bounces, but the younger man feels no pain and ache on his legs and hips. His hands have move to relentlessly touch bare skin, the shameless moans from his older lover go louder when he pinches his nipples and kisses the back of the neck in front. Miles grudgingly wishes he was taller right now, the negligible height difference between the two men makes kissing in this position more difficult than it needs to be.
But that soon can be remedied, an idea quickly forming in Miles’ mind.
“Pardon me, Mr. Wright. But I would like to continue this on the table instead.”
“W-What—” Phoenix is not prepared to be suddenly carried up as his younger lover stands, and the next thing he knows he is being slammed onto the table in front of the couch, feeling sweaty skin against his back. A hand quickly grabs his spiked hair to turn his face away from the wood.
“I’m sorry, but I really, really want to kiss you,” and lips and tongues touch each other again, with Phoenix inadvertently swallows as Miles shoves his tongue down in the mouth to reach for the throat and share spit. Goodness, Phoenix doesn’t remember that he has taught Miles to kiss like this – when and where did he learn it from?
Phoenix doesn’t even realise that hands have grabbed onto his hips, the cock buried inside him begins to move out against his tight ass as he continues to struggle his tongue against his younger lover’s.
“M-Miles…” Phoenix struggles to breath when they separate, his mind far too blown by the last kiss. The prosecutor watches the other’s crimson face and teary eyes in pride and desire, resisting the temptation to kiss his lover again.
Instead he places his forehead at the back of Phoenix’s neck before he thrusts his manhood into the familiar tight heat. Phoenix screams this time, his entrance mercilessly breached and his prostate directly hit, again.
And Miles’ hips keep moving and his large rod keeps pounding into Phoenix’s prostate again, again and again, the latter unable to hold back on his gasps, wails and whimpers any longer as each brutal thrust sends him to higher and higher peaks of heats and raptures, the lawyer unable to find his way back down to ground, to reality.
“Mr. Wright. You feel so good. S-So perfect.”
“Ah—Miles!”
“I’m sorry, but, I can’t stop.”
“T-Then don’t—!”
Sounds from Phoenix escalate as Miles pulls out and thrusts his hips faster and stronger. Everything else has rushed out of their minds with the pleasure increasingly grows and accumulates as the brutal pounding continues. If there have been anyone else in the same building as them right now, they can probably figure out that the two men are doing the unspeakable right now; the piercing moans from Phoenix and the dragging screeches from the legs of the abused table unable to hide their sinful activity.
“M-Mr. Wright,” Miles can feel it. He wants to come. He wants to come inside Phoenix. He lets his nose bury in the black hair. The natural smell of Phoenix Wright never fails to send him another bout of warmth, joy and exhilaration into his heart. “Can I…?”
“Yes!”
With just that one word, Miles completely stops holding back. He tightens his vicious hold on those muscled hips and thrusts again, again and again, before Phoenix finally explodes and comes untouched and stains the floor with white puddles. The wonderful scream of ‘Miles!’ from the older man and the sudden wonderfully tightened clench on his cock lead Miles to finally close his eyes and groan, releasing his own white pleasures into Phoenix while surrounded by the mesmerising skin and heat and smell of his lover. Eureka; it feels so amazing coming inside Phoenix.
Miles wonders if it had been good for Phoenix too. But he concludes with a small smirk he shouldn’t worry, not with the face Miles can see from Phoenix now.
The prosecutor nuzzles against the back of Phoenix’s neck before he sighs, immersing himself in the soft, wet black hair and the natural scent of Phoenix again. God, he loves this old man probably far too much.
Both men stay still on the table after that, except for their panting chest. Time passes seemingly slow as they try to calm their heated bodies. Miles recovers first, pulling out his manhood from his older lover who winces as the younger man removes himself.
Phoenix dazedly stares. He just stares at the piano shelved with magic props as he continues to pant. He wonders what time it is now. Both of them should probably go grab dinner already, but he needs to clean up first. He can feel something leaking between his legs.
Miles seems to think differently though, proven by the hands turning Phoenix over on the table before the former moves in between Phoenix’s legs and embraces the other man, kissing Phoenix wetly again as if they didn’t just have a mind-blowing sex. Wait a minute. Is Miles seriously planning to do it again?!
The hardness he can feel at his thigh answers his question.
“Mr. Wright. Can I…?”
Does Phoenix think he can refuse?
…Definitely not with that pleading face. He knows he can never go against those grey eyes that express desperation but sincerity at the same time.
Shit, just how much stamina does his young lover have? Is he aware of the effects he has on Phoenix whenever he shows those pleading eyes?
Most importantly.
“…Is my back going to make it back alive after this?”
Miles eagerly spreads Phoenix’s legs upon that response.
“I don’t know.”
But I cannot stop now.