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Phoenix thought the whole thing was a bit excessive. He could get a suit by himself, he didn’t need Miles’ help for that. Admittedly it was nice that Miles had elected to pay for it. Still, looking in the mirror at the way the blue suit and waistcoat fit him snugly, maybe it had been a good thing Miles had interfered. Phoenix drew back the curtain on the dressing room and exited, showing the clothes off for Miles.
Miles’ eyes widened, and a small pink hue tinged his cheeks.
“What do you think?” Phoenix asked, doing a little spin for him.
Miles swallowed. “Get back in the dressing room,” he whispered seriously.
“Wait, what?” Phoenix looked down at his clothes trying to find something wrong with them that would cause Miles to react in this way. He found himself being pushed back into the dressing room, Miles following and shutting the curtain behind him.
“Miles, what are you –“
Miles crowded Phoenix up against the wall, putting a hand up and resting his palm on the wall of the small semi-detached room.
“You look…exquisite,” Miles whispered in a way that brought a pleasant shudder down Phoenix’s spine. “The best you’ve looked in years,” Miles added.
“Oh,” was Phoenix’s simple response.
“It’s brought back old memories…old feelings.”
“Good feelings?” Phoenix questioned.
“You could say that,” Miles said with a smirk, before leaning in for a kiss. At first he was gentle, tenderly pressing lips to lips, before becoming more demanding. There was evident passion behind it, and Phoenix still felt caught unawares. He let Miles led the kiss into something deeper, tongue slipping between the seam of Phoenix’s lips and exploring Phoenix’s mouth. They kissed filthily for almost a minute, Miles saying without words how Phoenix’s new appearance made him feel. Miles’ hand made it down to Phoenix’s belt and began to undo it.
“Wait…” Phoenix stopped Miles, putting his hand on his. “We’re still in public.”
“I know,” Miles replied, “but I want you.” He kissed at Phoenix’s neck tenderly.
“What if we get caught?”
“What if indeed?” Miles responded, a smile in his voice. “You look too good, Wright.”
Phoenix was starting to take pity on Miles, plus he couldn’t deny it was hot to be doing it somewhere where someone could happen across them. He just hoped he could be quiet. Phoenix bit his lip in consideration.
“Okay, but we’ve got to be quick.”
“I know.” Miles was quick to resume undoing Phoenix’s belt and zipper. He slipped his hand inside Phoenix’s briefs and brushed against Phoenix’s clit. Phoenix gave a small, inaudible gasp at the contact. Miles kept kissing at Phoenix’s neck as he circled Phoenix’s clit over and over with his finger.
“Miles…” Phoenix whispered, barely audible. “You’re going to leave…a mark…”
“Is that objectionable?” Miles asked as he paused, breath warming the shell of Phoenix’s ear.
Phoenix didn’t quite understand what had come over Miles, but it was intoxicating seeing how worked up Miles was.
“I guess not,” Phoenix replied. If Miles wanted to mark him, he’d just have to deal with the awkward questions later. It was too hot to consider stopping Miles, not when Miles wanted him this bad.
It was only when Miles finally dipped his fingers down, sliding against Phoenix’s cunt did Phoenix realise how wet he had gotten. Embarrassingly wet. Phoenix shivered, Miles’ fingers pressing into him, effortlessly sinking into his cunt.
“You’re so wet, Wright,” Miles commented idly, “does doing it here turn you on?”
“Uhh – mm, m-maybe,” Phoenix conceded. Miles started to finger him, fingers thrusting in and out of him in a steady rhythm. Phoenix bit down on his lip, trying to be quiet.
“After all these years I still learn new things about you.”
“I could - say the same - to you. Geez,” Phoenix said between gasps. There was an obvious bulge at the front of Miles’ trousers.
“Touché.”
“Y-you know what?” Phoenix whispered. “We should – ah – do this for real.”
“Phoenix, are you insane?” Miles asked but Phoenix could see that the idea wasn’t an unwelcome one. The way he asked so breathily, voice dipping low and almost trembling with lust – they were signs Phoenix knew well.
“Fuck me here, Miles,” Phoenix challenged, “before someone comes along.”
“We’ll have to be quick,” Miles stated almost immediately, showing how little hesitation he really had. Phoenix nodded.
Miles removed his fingers to Phoenix’s disappointment, quickly sucking them clean before undoing his trousers. Phoenix, meanwhile, pushed down his own boxers and trousers, allowing for easier access. Miles pulled out his cock, Phoenix wetting his lips in excitement as he turned around to face the wall.
“You look so perfect,” Miles murmured as he came close, the head of his cock nudging at Phoenix’s entrance. Phoenix leaned his head back in anticipation, feeling Miles’ cock finally press into him. Miles’ cock always made Phoenix feel so full, and he cherished the feeling. Then Miles started to move. Phoenix put a hand over his own mouth to try and keep quiet as Miles started to fuck him. They’d never done it in public before – well, semi-public – and Phoenix couldn’t believe how hot it made him feel, how wet he was, how much his clit throbbed, desperate for contact. His other hand came down to rub himself as Miles breathed hard in his ear.
Miles’ cock felt incredible, sliding in and out of Phoenix’s cunt at a steady rhythm. Phoenix held back moans as Miles fucked him, hands bracing himself against the wall of the dressing room.
“Um, is everything okay in here?” came a voice from outside. Phoenix’s eyes opened wide. He felt like his heart had stopped. God, were they going to get caught? Why was that turning him even more?
“Everything’s fine,” Miles replied, sounding more authoritative than he should. “We’ll be out in a moment.”
“O-okay, sir.”
“That was close,” Phoenix whispered, taking his hand off his mouth.
“So am I,” was Miles’ response, his voice deep and dark with lust.
“God, same,” Phoenix whispered back. “It feels so good, Miles –“
“Shh, Wright.”
Turning to the side slightly, Phoenix caught sight of the two of them in the mirror. He couldn’t help but gasp at the pair of them, seeing Miles with a serious face, his hands clinging to Phoenix’s hips and slamming into him, Phoenix himself with his mouth slightly agape, eyes dark and both of them still in their suits. They looked filthy, debauched, and if that didn’t just send Phoenix over the edge.
“Fuck, Miles – I’m –“
“S-same,” Miles stammered back.
It was building, and Phoenix couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to. He fell over the edge, biting down on his lip to stop himself making noise as pleasure surged through him in a violent blaze. His body tensed, and he clenched down on Miles’ cock as he came. Miles groaned breathily into Phoenix’s ear, spilling his come inside of Phoenix as he finished as well. Phoenix’s body slowly relaxed from his climax. His breaths fell hard and his heart thudded in his chest. It took a moment for him to catch back up with reality and the fact they were both still more or less in public. Miles slipped out his cock and tucked himself back away into his trousers. Phoenix similarly tidied his appearance up, pulling up his boxers and trousers and trying to look presentable.
“Do you think it’s obvious?” Phoenix asked as he straightened out his suit, looking in the mirror. The pleasant afterglow still filled him from his orgasm and he was trying to figure out if it showed in his face. Phoenix caught Miles looking him over in the mirror.
“I think we’ll be suspicious at least,” Miles conceded.
“But it was worth it,” Phoenix said with a smile.
“Hmph.” Miles pushed back his glasses.
“Hey, you’re the one that started it.”
“Shush, now let’s go pay for your suit,” Miles said, pulling back the curtain dramatically.
A somewhat embarrassed-looking shop assistant greeted them. “Any problems with the suit?” they asked.
“No,” Miles said with a self-assured smile. “No problems whatsoever.”