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If you had told Edgeworth that he would very suddenly be interested in the effects of regular cycling on the human figure, he would most likely accent his signature sneer with a dry jab.
And yet. Here he was. Interested in the effects of regular cycling on the human figure. Staring with laser-like focus at his “rival”, Phoenix Wright. More specifically, his legs as he strode confidently out of the courtroom. His thighs looked so thick and strong, those absurdly jewel-toned pants accentuating his best assets. They looked so tempting, and Edgeworth’s mouth felt dry.
Edgeworth wasn’t even cowed by the defeat. Sure, in the moment, it stung, but at this point impossible wins were somewhat the norm. Instead, he found himself ogling the defense attorney’s backside, and quickly slipped out of the room.
It felt a little creepy, lingering in the hall while Maya and Wright spoke, so Edgeworth idly thumbed through pages of the (updated) but now useless autopsy report. Out of the corner of his eye, Edgeworth sees Phoenix peek past Maya, whisper a few words to her, then pat her shoulder. The young girl turns and looks at Edgeworth with comically little subtlety. Edgeworth held back a snicker, but it quickly tangled in his throat as Phoenix started striding towards him on those long, alluring legs. When had Maya disappeared? All of a sudden, they were the only two in the hallway.
Edgeworth lifted his head. “Come to revel in your victory?” he asked, but it held no malicious intent.
“And if I said yes?” Phoenix said it so quickly, Edgeworth blinked and was momentarily taken aback by his confident answer. The prosecutor was slightly taller than him, but it sure didn’t feel like it with Phoenix’s smoldering honeyed brown eyes locked onto his mercury gray ones. Phoenix seemed to loom over Edgeworth, and the former’s face crinkled into a smile.
Tension still fizzling in the air, Edgeworth smirked and replied, “A celebration? At my place, perhaps?” to regain some sense of domination over the situation, Edgeworth began slinking around Wright, not touching him, but close to it. “I’ll pick you up at nine sharp.”
Phoenix caught his hand and pulled him close. Edgeworth flushed, eyes immediately darting around the hall. Thankfully it was still empty. “I’ll see you then.” Wright said huskily, leaning forward to steal a searing kiss before withdrawing completely, leaving Edgeworth breathless and a bit chilly.
...
Edgeworth huffed, glaring at the two dress shirts laid neatly on his bed. One was a deep wine red, the other a suave plum. He put his hands on his hips, trying to decide which one to wear. Granted, if the night went like he hoped it would, the shirt would end up on the floor anyway. Try as he might, Edgeworth would always attempt to at least drape their clothing over a chair, but Phoenix always was incredibly impatient, tugging Edgeworth to the bed or whining until he received attention. And what was Edgeworth called in college? Bratworth? Quite bold coming from Wright…
Regardless. Edgeworth had to make a decision. He decides on the burgundy shirt, mostly as a comfort color, as it was the closest to his courtroom suit. As for neckwear…
Edgeworth perused the open drawer of cravats, ascots, jabots and ties. He smirked, closing the drawer entirely and instead moving to the mirror to unbutton the first two buttons of his shirt. He delicately smoothed down the front of his shirt, trying to decide if unbuttoning a third would be too...wanton. He fiddles with the buttons, an odd mix of impatience and anxiety. Maybe this was stupid.
Edgeworth stepped back, taking in his outfit. His usual black wingtip shoes, shined to perfection, his most fitting pair of black slacks, and his deep red dress shirt. Stylishly casual, yet perfect to a T. After another moment, Edgeworth allowed himself a small smirk. Fuck it. The third button comes undone.
…
Another slow wave of anxiety swoops in his belly as Edgeworth pulls up next to the attorney’s house, five minutes early, of course. Not a moment after he texts Phoenix of his arrival, the door flies open and so does the man himself. It was quite a surprise. Edgeworth doesn’t know if Phoenix has ever been early to something in his entire life. Not out of carelessness, no, he always had plenty of emotional investment to spare, but mostly just silly distraction.
Edgeworth couldn’t help the small, gentle smile delicately curving his lips up as Phoenix practically jumped down the stairs and sped to the car, opening the door and clambering eagerly inside.
“You’re very...excited.” Edgeworth greeted, the smile turning to one of bemusement, turning the key in the ignition.
“Of course I am!” Phoenix replied. His eyes flitted to the wide V of the dress shirt flaring out around Edgeworth’s pale neck, sweeping over the newly exposed skin. Come to think of it, Phoenix really never saw this part of Edgeworth at all, unless it was with the man pinned down under him, writhing and moaning. The very thought of it made Phoenix flush a little. “Miles.” he said softly. “You look gorgeous.”
As hoped, a crimson blush rose to Edgeworth’s cheeks. He inclined his head a bit and said, “You look ravishing, Wright.” he did indeed, clad in a deep blue dress shirt the color of the night sky, the fitted fabric stretching around his broad shoulders deliciously, and his rolled sleeves accentuating firm, toned forearms. The prosecutor felt Victorian at the intense warmth that gripped his chest at just seeing Phoenix’s forearms. But oh, when he dropped his gaze to those sleek dark wash jeans hugging Phoenix’s thighs…
Edgeworth never wanted to be a pair of pants so bad in his life, and the embarrassing thought made him blush noticeably brighter, to the point where Wright had to ask slyly, “What are you thinking about?”
When Edgeworth didn’t respond immediately, Wright placed a large, warm hand on his thigh, and Edgeworth’s speed increased by fifteen miles an hour. Edgeworth always was a speed demon, so as he swung into his driveway he replied, “I guess you’ll just have to follow me inside to find out.”
The two men practically ran out of the car. Dining and wining plans forgotten, they hurried straight to the bedroom. As soon as they were inside, Phoenix pinned his partner up against the wall with a harsh kiss. It was bruising, teeth knocking together, and Edgeworth groaned, reaching one hand up to grip the back of his neck, and the other to tangle his fingers in Phoenix’s thick dark hair. Phoenix reached around to grab at Edgeworth’s ass with both hands, making the latter gasp softly in surprise. His hands slid down further to the backs of his thighs, tugging for a few moments until Edgeworth lifted his legs, and strong hands gripped him firmly, securely. They parted for air, and Phoenix carried Edgeworth to the bedroom, and he tried to ignore how aroused he got simply from Phoenix carrying him so effortlessly. The man gazed at Miles with simmering, barely controlled arousal.
Edgeworth was always such a sucker for those deep brown eyes, how they gleamed in court, shining at the discovery of a contradiction, but most of all, how they dissected Edgeworth in such a raw way it scared him sometimes.
Phoenix gently laid him down on the bed, a sharp contrast from how he initiated the encounter, and buried his face in the crook of Edgeworth’s neck, beginning to lick and suck a long stripe down the exposed skin. Edgeworth moaned softly, gripping the hair at Phoenix’s crown. He could feel those strong, thick thighs flexing against his hard cock as he slowly moved downwards, and Edgeworth squirmed, hips bucking of their own volition. Phoenix greedily unbuttoned the burgundy shirt, and as Edgeworth predicted, he tossed the shirt off of him as quickly as Edgeworth could slide out of it. He couldn’t even be bothered by it, seeing as how he was pinned under the dominating weight of his partner. His brain was short-circuiting with the thighs clenching and rubbing against his cock, and he barely managed to squeak out, “I-ngh, Phoenix-”
His partner immediately lifted his head. “What do you need, Miles?”
Edgeworth shuddered at the deep bedroom tone. “This may sound bizarre, but may I,” he colored. “But may I, uh, ride your thigh?”
Phoenix released a harsh breath, like it was difficult for him. “That’s fucking hot.” the swear stung against Edgeworth’s ears, and he shuddered as he fumbled with the front of his slacks. Phoenix pushed his hands aside, undoing it for him, but not before slipping his hand down into his boxers to give his partner’s cock a friendly squeeze. Edgeworth bucked forward, a strangled moan jumping from his throat. “God, Miles, that’s not weird, that’s so fucking hot.” Phoenix almost growled, and he grinned as he saw his partner shiver. He adored how responsive Miles was. Phoenix himself was always open, but seeing Miles like this, a man who had so carefully guarded himself between walls of stone...it drove him crazy.
Especially knowing he was the only one to truly dismantle those walls, and have the silver-haired man all to himself.
Edgeworth wriggled out of his pants and boxers before realizing that he was nude, while Phoenix was still entirely clothed. He felt incredibly exposed, but not in a bad way.
“So beautiful.” Phoenix murmured, grabbing Edgeworth firmly by the hips and flipping him so he was on top. Phoenix, still cradling Edgeworth, propped himself up on the headboard, spreading his legs, the thick bulge in his jeans on display. He loved the way Edgeworth flushed, the only true giveaway of his emotions as the smooth pale skin pinkened into a full body blush.
“Hush.” Edgeworth muttered, but with no bite to it as he straddled one of Phoenix’s muscular thighs. He closed his mouth so he wouldn’t drool as he sat down, the roughness of the jeans rubbing up against his sensitive flesh.
Phoenix’s hands returned to his hips as Edgeworth hesitantly began grinding against Phoenix’s left thigh, his other hand gripping the (W)right one. He couldn’t help but grope at it, biting his lower lip and moaning softly as he gyrated his hips. Phoenix flexed, the ridged muscle bumping up against the underside of Edgeworth’s cock, and he shuddered. The jeans chafed at the insides of his pale white thighs, but the mild burn wasn’t enough to stop him. Miles pitched forward, gasping softly as Phoenix gently moved his leg up and down in sync with Miles’s thrusts, pressing into his cock with such delicious friction he nearly came. He ground down harder, dull pain only heightening the foggy arousal consuming his brain. He wanted more, faster, and he moaned, grasping Phoenix’s hand in his own for support, even though Phoenix was securely gripping his waist, opposite thigh locking their legs together. He gazed down at Phoenix’s muscular thighs, wanting very badly to see them bare. Miles slowed to a stop, almost dizzy with arousal, at the solid thigh flexing against his cock, the velvety flesh hot and dripping with precum, but he couldn’t help but squirm a little bit, the stinging pain only making his cock leak more.
He hummed, tugging impatiently at Phoenix’s clothes, deciding he had enough of being the naked one. The defense attorney simply laughed at Edgeworth’s nonverbal demand, happily obliging. To his surprise, as soon as Phoenix was undressed, Edgeworth slid off his thigh to settle between his legs, eyes intently focused on Phoenix’s bobbing, dripping cock with almost predatory intent.
Miles pawed at his thighs, looking up through the messy fringe of his hair to ask, “May I?”
“F-Fuck,” Phoenix huffed, staring down at his lover, who traced the tip of his tongue on his bottom lip hungrily. “You could ask anything from me right now Miles, and I’d probably say yes.”
Edgeworth grinned slyly, and Phoenix would be a liar if that shark-toothed grin didn’t send a pulse of arousal straight to his dick. Pale hands gripped Phoenix’s thighs, and Edgeworth had never felt more grateful towards a bike in his entire life. He couldn’t get enough, massaging the taut, firm muscles and kissing each thigh reverently, devouring the skin and nipping playfully. Phoenix yelped, legs jerking as Edgeworth bit gently before sucking a dark hickey on the inside of his thigh. Edgeworth pulled back, admiring his handiwork, tracing feather-light touches on Phoenix’s cock with his nail. He keened, hips leaping forward.
“Stop teasing!” Phoenix whined.
“I only think it’s fair, considering how you’ve been tempting me all week with these.” he squeezed a thigh playfully, and Phoenix blushed. “But I’ll indulge you.” and without warning, he plunged his hot, wet mouth onto Phoenix’s cock, laving his tongue up and down the shaft. A startled, choked moan tangled in his lover’s throat as he restrained his hips from jerking too hard into Edgeworth’s mouth.
Edgeworth pulled off with a soft ‘pop’ and leaned his cheek on Phoenix’s cock. All the blood rushed to his head, seeing Miles lovingly sucking at the base, massaging a finger right on his frenulum, slick with saliva and precome. He maintained eye contact as he did so, swirling gray eyes hooded.
Phoenix jerked again at the sudden attention towards a sensitive spot. “F-Fuck, that’s hot.” He said breathlessly, tensing up. This only seemed to encourage Edgeworth more, and he took a breath, practically diving down onto the cock in front of him, tongue flattening so he could fit all of Phoenix in his mouth, nose buried in the wiry thatch of hair by his groin. He swallowed around it, and Phoenix let out the sweetest little noises.
He swallowed again, sucking in a breath through his nose, and Phoenix gently tangled his fingers in Edgeworth’s silvery hair, nudging him back.
“I want to finish inside of you.” Phoenix said raggedly, looking at Edgeworth’s swollen pink lips still stretched around his cock.
Edgeworth pulled off, but not before kissing the cockhead and replying, jaw achy and voice raw, “Well, how can I refuse that?”
Phoenix reached across to swipe the lube laying very obviously on the bedside table (a bit of a thirsty move by Edgeworth, he’ll admit that) and leaning down to heft Miles up and onto his chest. Edgeworth found himself blushing yet again, nose-to-nose with his partner. He never really noticed how strong the other man was until he was being manhandled in bed. It was incredibly arousing, Phoenix’s hands searingly warm on the insides of his thighs as he rubbed a lubed finger across the tight ring of muscles.
“Breathe, baby. Relax.” Phoenix murmured, and Edgeworth groaned softly at the pet name, hands grasping Phoenix’s broad chest. He leaned down to press a kiss to Edgeworth’s forehead as he slid one finger in. Edgeworth hummed, rocking his hips. It didn’t take him long to adjust, and soon Phoenix was adding a second, then a third.
He slicked his cock with lube, smearing some more on Edgeworth’s hole just for good measure. Phoenix cradled Miles closer, spreading him further apart and teasing him by rubbing his cock between two soft, supple cheeks.
He squirmed impatiently, cock leaking onto his partner’s stomach. “Wright…”
“Okay, okay, you deserve it.” Phoenix said cheekily.
“Damn right I-ah!” Edgeworth yelped as Phoenix gracefully penetrated him, hips pressed flat up against his balls. He gave him a moment to adjust. Fingers really couldn’t do this cock justice. Edgeworth couldn’t help it, he fell open and loose, muscles trembling as he wrapped his arms around Phoenix’s neck tightly, grasping at the strands of sweaty dark hair at his nape.
Phoenix seemed to study Edgeworth for a moment before sighing, “Mmh, you’re so tight, sweetheart. So good for me.”
Edgeworth’s cock visibly jumped, and he clenched around Phoenix. He was wearing quite literally, the deepest blush Phoenix had ever seen. Edgeworth groaned frustratedly, burying his face in Phoenix’s heaving chest. There was no denying it now...and now Phoenix had finally caught on, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Well...he didn’t really want Phoenix to stop.
“No no no sweetheart,” it was Phoenix’s turn for a wide, satisfied grin. “Let me see you.” One of his hands gently cupped Miles’s chin and tilted his head up. MIles let him, but refused to look him in the eye.
“C’mon, Edgey,” Phoenix cajoled, barely able to keep himself from cracking up. “You’re doing such a good job…” he punctuated each word with a small grind of his hips.
“You bastard.” Edgeworth hissed, arousal pulsing in his cock so strongly it almost hurt. “Just shut up and fuck me.”
Sweat beaded at Phoenix’s temple as he grabbed the back of Edgeworth’s knees and pressed them closer to his chest so he could lean down. “Your wish is my command, princess.”
Edgeworth didn’t even get a chance to protest as Phoenix’s hands returned to the undersides of his thighs, pulling them apart, then filling him to the hilt again, setting a steady rhythm. They rocked together in sync, hips thrusting and grinding. Edgeworth’s arms moved down to hug Phoenix’s body tightly, and the latter leaned down to kiss down Edgeworth, moving to biting at his soft lower lip, hands kneading and spreading him apart. The prosecutor cried out into Phoenix’s mouth, his pale legs slick and trembling around Phoenix’s thick, solid thighs. They flexed each time Phoenix pushed into him, and Edgeworth almost keened.
“So responsive,” Phoenix panted, his composure finally slipping. Edgeworth was quite impressed, since when had the other man’s stamina increased so sharply? “And all for me, isn’t that right baby?”
The praise crashed against Miles’s ears and he almost couldn’t take it anymore -he felt like he was going to burst.
“Just let go,” Edgeworth gasped out. “Rougher, harder-!” his voice choked in his throat as he watched the last of his partner’s composure fall completely. It was such an erotic look, seared into Edgeworth’s mind for later.
His eyes widened as Phoenix suddenly moved to grab Edgeworth’s waist and almost threw him onto the cool sheets, face-up, sliding a hand under his back to press him impossibly closer, encouraging him to hook his ankles over his back firmly.
“Ungh, fuck, Miles.” Phoenix growled, pistoning his hips inside his partner. He rested on his knees, pulling Edgeworth up onto his lap, leaving him splayed open and prone. Edgeworth gripped onto Phoenix’s back, nails digging in harshly as the new angle rammed right against his prostate. Edgeworth just needed that last tiny push, his cock an angry pink, slick between their bodies.
“W-Wright, please-” Edgeworth was too close to orgasm to care if he sounded pathetic.
“You’re so f-fucking sexy- nngh, when you do that,” Phoenix sounded strangled, staring down at his flushed, high-strung lover, his silver hair a dark gray where sweat plastered it to his forehead. He reaches up to shakily smooth it away from his face, hips jerking erratically as both of them barreled towards their climax. Edgeworth gripped Phoenix’s shoulders like his life depended on it, and smashed their lips together.
“S-So fucking hot- and tight-!” Phoenix moaned out against his partner’s hot, wet mouth. “So fucking good, all for me,” words poured out of him, wanton and crooning. “O-Oh Miles, such a good job, my good boy-!”
Eyes blown wide, Edgeworth seized and clenched, nails scratching bright red lines into Phoenix’s back as he let out a rather undignified, shuddering wail of, “Fuck, Phoenix!” He shuddered, cock pulsing thick ropes of come between them, and it was only seconds later that Phoenix’s thrusts stuttered as he came gushing inside Miles.
Phoenix’s arms gave out and he unceremoniously flopped on top of Edgeworth.
“Fucking hell.” Phoenix murmured into the crook of Miles’s pale, lovebitten neck, slowly sliding his soft cock out, leaving Edgeworth feeling empty.
“Indeed.” Edgeworth panted, beginning to rub small circles on Phoenix’s back and shoulders, feeling the thin welts his nails made and the sore spots that likely had bruises forming.
“Mmmh,” Phoenix hummed. “Keep that up and I won’t get off.”
“Ugh, no.” Miles lightly smacked at him. “I’m disgustingly sticky.”
Phoenix perked up, grinning lewdly. “How about a shower to rinse off?” he winked, and Edgeworth rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the heat racing to his cheeks.
“Oh please, Phoenix, we’d never get out.” he buried his fingers in Phoenix’s sweaty hair again, giving him a quick kiss before gracelessly shoving him off to grab a rag.
Phoenix slid off the bed and followed him, wrapping his arms around his waist. He always was particularly cuddly after sex like that. They stared at their reflection in the body-length mirror in the bathroom, eyes flicking across the fresh hickeys smattered on their bodies. Phoenix always did have a bit of a fixation on his partner’s neck and shoulders, if the numerous bites were any indication. Edgeworth hummed, reaching down to grasp at one of Phoenix’s thighs.
“Hmm…” Phoenix kissed the back of Edgeworth’s neck. “If I had known you were so into my thighs I’d wear shorts to work.”
“Oh hush.” Edgeworth said, walking back to the bed somewhat awkwardly as Phoenix clung to him, refusing to let go. They fell back into bed, marginally cleaner, and Edgeworth’s eyes trailed up to the headboard. “You had better not ruined the paint on the wall.”
“Oops.” Phoenix looked sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. “No promises.” he cracked a smile, and when Edgeworth smiled back he began to laugh. “It’s not my fault you’re just so tight and warm and so fucking good.” Phoenix purred, tangling their legs together, and even though Edgeworth was exhausted, he shivered at the praise. “My gorgeous, wonderful Miles…”
“Wright.” he was blushing, rolling his eyes irritably, pretending the syrupy sweet words didn’t exist, or that the hand tenderly stroking his hair didn’t make him feel so incredibly loved and secure.
“But it’s true.” Phoenix chuckled, appreciating this fun new way of getting a rise out of his partner. And if it made him horny, so be it. “Seriously though,” he said softer, raising a hand to stroke his cheek. “You deserve it.”
Edgeworth felt embarrassingly insecure at the revelation of a new kink. A praise kink at that. What was he, some kind of attention whore?
“Miles.” Phoenix says gently, calling the other man’s attention back to him. “It’s really nothing to be ashamed of. I find it super hot, actually.”
Edgeworth chuffed. “Please, Wright. Spare your sympathies.”
“Absolutely not. It’s hot, you’re hot, and I love you.” Phoenix said firmly and confidently. He smiled wryly, “I think it’s really cute, watching you get all flustered and pink like that.” he gave Edgeworth’s backside a squeeze. “My wonderful Miles.”
Miles tilted his head back as Phoenix leaned in to kiss the column of his neck.
“My idiotic Phoenix.” he replied, gently mocking his partner’s sentimental tone.
“Hey!”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, you brat.”