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It had happened again. Phoenix hated himself for giving in, but he never had the willpower to refuse Kristoph whenever he said he was coming over. This was what life after disbarment looked like for him: during the day, he would play the attentive parent to Trucy, trying desperately to make their little family enough for her. When he had tucked Trucy into bed at night, he usually received a message from Kristoph, and he had never said no. Even when it felt like Kristoph was trying to hurt him, even when Kristoph left him feeling dirty, ugly, used. He would never even stick around for a conversation afterwards, just slam the door and leave Phoenix lying on his couch, humiliated. Phoenix had never allowed Kristoph into his bedroom. He needed a place to sleep that Kristoph hadn’t tainted. This time was worse than most, Phoenix thought, listening to Kristoph panting beside him. He felt sore, and could still feel Kristoph’s hands around his throat. He didn’t know how he’d explain the marks he’d undoubtedly left to Trucy come the morning.
Wordlessly, Kristoph got off of the couch and slowly dressed himself. Phoenix didn’t even look at him as he gathered his things and slammed the front door: he knew this routine well. Phoenix’s head was still throbbing from the alcohol and the pain, but he knew that he had to remove all evidence of his time with Kristoph from his apartment. It would kill him if Trucy found out how he let himself be treated. Slowly, he propped himself up on his elbows and surveyed the living room: empty bottles of wine lay scattered around the floor. Kristoph had had a respectable two glasses, and Phoenix had finished off the rest. He wanted to be a good father to Trucy, but couldn’t bring himself to be a healthy one. Alcohol and Kristoph Gavin were the crutches he permitted himself when the darkness got disabling. Sometimes, on nights like this, he thought that Trucy would be better off without him. But there was no-one else who could care for her, and Phoenix knew that as much as she was his lifeline, he was hers too.
Phoenix’s whole body ached as he put on a hoodie and sweatpants and stumbled around the living room picking up the bottles. Once this was completed, the final step in his well-practiced routine was to make himself some food: the carbs absorbed the drink well, leaving him just sober enough to drop Trucy at school in the morning and ride out the hangover. As Phoenix placed his noodles in the microwave to cook, he became even more aware of his bruised form. Months of abusing it had made his body unrecognisable.
God, if Miles could see him now. Phoenix felt a pang in his heart, thinking about the man he had ghosted after his disbarment. It would simply have hurt too much to be an object of his pity. Why would Edgeworth still care about him once their rivalry had ended? He had nothing left to prove. He probably wouldn’t even be attracted to him anymore. It was always his muscles and taut form that Miles liked best, thought Phoenix. He had lost everything that kept him coming back for more. After all, it wasn’t like they were anything, really. Phoenix knew that Miles had only ever viewed him as a friend— or rival— with benefits. It didn’t matter that Phoenix had always wanted more, especially not now.
Maybe that’s why he let Gavin do whatever he wanted, thought Phoenix as he sat down on the floor to eat his noodles. The couch felt dirty, sullied by Gavin’s mere presence on it. Phoenix could despise and suspect Kristoph as much as he wanted to, but the minute he made Phoenix feel wanted he was putty in his hands. Kristoph knew precisely the balance between praise and humiliation that kept Phoenix bound to him. God, these noodles tasted awful. He’d cook for Trucy during the days, but he didn’t feel like he was worth cooking for anymore. On nights like these, microwaveable meals were the entire menu.
“Daddy?”
Phoenix jolted out of his drunken haze to rest his gaze on Trucy, silhouetted in the doorway of her room. He did his best sober impression:
“Hey, Truce. What are you doing out of bed?”
As he spoke, he knew Trucy could sense that something was off about him. He could tell that she was worried by the way her eyebrows furrowed together. Phoenix hated himself for that, and for a lot else besides.
“I had a bad dream, Daddy.”
Phoenix melted. He knew he reeked of alcohol, but he spread his arms wide and beckoned for Trucy to come closer. She ran to him and curled up in his lap. Phoenix placed his noodles to the side and stroked the baby hairs that had stuck to Trucy’s forehead with nightmare-induced sweat. He rocked gently as they sat in silence on the floor.
“What was the nightmare about, sweetheart?”
“Erm… nothing.”
Trucy had a good poker face, but was a terrible liar when she opened her mouth. “Truce, you can tell me.”
“That man… your friend.”
Phoenix felt his heart plummet into his stomach and his fingers freeze on Trucy’s forehead. If anyone, let alone one of his friends, had laid a finger on his Trucy, he’d rip them limb from limb and torture himself afterwards. Nervously, he proceeded to lightly press the witness.
“What… what happened, sweetheart?”
“Nothing, Daddy. He just gives me… the creeps.”
Phoenix let out a deep breath. Nothing had happened. Nothing yet, at least.
“Only as long as you’re sure that nothing happened.” Trucy firmly shook her head. “Which friend, sweetie?”
“Chris… something. I only ever see him come over to see you at night. You always seem scared, Daddy. Should I be scared too?”
Oh God. Trucy had borne secret witness to his meetings with Kristoph. He knew he had felt eyes on him a couple of times, but had shaken it off. He had thought it was the memory of Miles haunting him.
“How much… what did you see, Trucy?”
“Nothing scary, really. I only saw him once. He slapped your back when he laughed at something, really loud. He slapped you really hard. I saw him hurt you, and you didn’t say anything, Daddy. Were you scared? You looked scared.”
Phoenix listened in silence. So she hadn’t seen much. Just her father being intimidated, and not standing up for himself. God, if Trucy followed his example, he’d kill whoever did that to her. And then he’d give her a lecture, probably. What a hypocrite Phoenix felt like.
“You’re right, Trucy. I should have told him not to hit me. Of course you’re right. But Mr Gavin isn’t… isn’t scary. He just gets a little too… excited sometimes. I… promise you’ll never have to see him again.”
Phoenix felt his voice break. He knew what he had to do. He couldn’t let his daughter see him be abused. It would kill him if she thought what Gavin did to him was in any way okay. God, if only Miles were here. She would love him. He had treated him so well. The corners of his mouth flickered into a ghost of a smile imagining Trucy tugging at Miles’ cravat, watching old Steel Samurai reruns with him, falling asleep on his shoulder. What he wouldn’t give to give Trucy a real family.
“Sweetie, do you want to sleep in Daddy’s bed tonight? As a special treat?”
Trucy came to life in his arms, squirming with glee.
“Do you really mean it? In your big comfy bed? Wow, you usually only let me do that when I’m sick! I must have seemed really scared, Daddy. I’m sorry for making you worry… I promise I’m okay!”
“It’s fine, sweetheart. I can take the couch.”
Despite having the papers to show she was his daughter, Phoenix still felt awkward sharing a bed with Trucy— even when she begged to in moments like these. He didn’t want her to see the man he was after her bedtime of 8PM.
“Daddy, please…?”
He knew, though, that he was a weak man when his daughter asked something of him. Besides, he didn’t feel like sleeping on his own after the night he’d had. Especially not on that couch.
“You know I can’t say no to you, sweetheart. You abuse that fact far too much, I think.”
Trucy giggled as Phoenix threw her over his aching shoulder like she weighed two pounds. Phoenix had retained some of his strength, at least. She kicked her legs, and he narrowly avoided getting roundhoused by a nine-year old. Gently, he dropped her onto his bed and wrapped his quilt around her, rolling her into a caterpillar as she squealed.
“Daddy, don’t be silly! It’s bedtime for us now!”
Much as he wanted to, Phoenix couldn’t go to bed. He had work to do— in his personal life, anyway. He mock-sighed and unrolled a laughing Trucy. He tucked her into bed, and then got in himself. She nestled into his shoulder and clutched at his hoodie. God, Phoenix thought, I probably stink. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d washed that hoodie. Trucy didn’t care. She relished the opportunity to have her Daddy all to herself. Phoenix tousled her hair and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. However much he wanted to be the man he had been before, he wanted to be her father more. For now, he’d settle for that.
Once he was sure Trucy had fallen asleep, he carefully loosened himself from her grasp and shambled back to the living room. He once again opted to sit on the floor, and dialled a familiar number on his phone. The recipient of the call picked up after two rings, and let out an audible sigh.
“Wright.”
“Kristoph. We need to talk.” Phoenix was resolved now, almost confident. Almost the man he had been, all those months ago.
“What about, Wright? I’m busy.”
“Not too busy for a chat, I hope.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Look, I’ll get to the point. I don’t want to keep being your dirty little secret.” Phoenix cringed at the clichéd turn of phrase, but stayed on the line. He wouldn’t give up, not now.
To Phoenix’s surprise, Kristoph let out a snort. “So what, Wright? You want me to tell people about us? What I do to you? That would be embarrassing. Not for me. For you, Wright.”
Phoenix was dumbfounded. He hadn’t meant that. He pressed on. “No, Kristoph. I’m done being embarrassed. I don’t want you to come over anymore. Not around my daughter. Look, it’s fine if we’re just friends. But nothing more.”
There was a pause, before Kristoph broke the silence. “I can’t… say I expected this, Wright.”
“Me neither, Kristoph. I can’t say I ever expected any of this. But I’m sure about it.”
Phoenix heard no reply, and after a confused minute or two checked the phone. Kristoph had hung up on him.
A wave of emotion hit him, then. Not sadness, not pride. Not anything, really. All Phoenix knew was he wanted to cry in somebody’s arms. But who did he have, now? He had hardly spoken to anybody but Kristoph and Trucy in weeks. After Maya left for Khura’in, Phoenix had unofficially taken Pearl in, but she was visiting Maya for a couple of weeks. It wasn’t for his friends’ lack of trying, but he couldn’t bring himself to pick up the phone much for anybody who knew the man he used to be. Especially not… wait, what?
Phoenix’s train of thought came to a screeching halt. Why was Miles calling him? Miles had called him only about five times in his life, and hadn’t contacted him in months. He had tried to get through to him, but Phoenix hadn’t responded. He couldn’t respond. But now… he could. There was nothing stopping him accepting the call. And he had managed to say what he had to Kristoph. Why couldn’t he pick up the phone to an old friend?
With a trembling index finger, Phoenix accepted the call. He felt a knot coil itself in his stomach as he heard the familiar, harsh tone that he knew wasn’t really harsh at all. He longed to hear that voice soften even more.
“Wright?”
“Edgeworth? Erm… how are you?”
“Wright, I am in no mood to exchange pleasantries with you. I have been woken up by five missed calls from Maya, and quite frankly would rather be asleep right now.”
Phoenix looked at the time. Oops. 2AM was significantly past Miles’ bedtime. Still, how was this his problem?
“I’m sorry, Edgeworth. I can’t control what Maya does. I’m not her babysitter anymore. Take it up with her.”
“To be clear, Wright, she was calling about you. Apparently, you haven’t returned her messages in two weeks, now.”
“Well, it’s not like I returned yours either, Edgeworth. I’m… busy at the moment.”
“You count two months as a ‘moment’, do you, Wright?” Phoenix heard that bitter tone now. The one that he reserved for the courtroom. Shit.
“Look. Edgeworth… tell Maya I’m fine. Tell her me and Trucy are okay, we’re just… snowed under.”
A silence. Miles’ voice was inscrutable now. “Trucy? Wright, I had no idea you were… well, partnered.”
Phoenix let out a chuckle at that. “Oh no, Edgeworth. She’s my daughter. I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you when I adopted her.”
“Oh. Well… I am… erm, glad you and Trucy are well then, Wright.”
“Um… Edgeworth?”
“Yes, Wright?”
“I hope you’re okay, too. I’m sorry for… going dark on you. I’m guessing you heard what happened.”
“Yes, Wright. I did. I’ve looked into the case, and I am well aware that you have been framed.”
“Oh… Edgeworth, I had assumed you’d never forgive me for… all of it. The forging evidence, I mean.”
“And how was I supposed to tell you that there was nothing to forgive?” An unexpected wobble in Edgeworth’s voice. “Months, Wright. I tried to tell you for months. I thought I… meant more to you.”
Phoenix felt his mouth dry up, while his palms began to sweat. Edgeworth had always said things like this, but Phoenix had never let it hit him too hard. He knew he couldn’t mean it. Not in the way Phoenix did. Besides, if he saw him now—
“Wright, give me a moment to get changed. I’m coming over. I want to have this conversation in person.”
Click. Oh God. Phoenix wondered if there was some magical diet he could go on that would make him lose ten pounds in ten minutes. And if he could go on it twice. Phoenix estimated that Miles would take about twenty minutes— that is, if he was even at his own apartment. Oh God, what if he was closer? What if he was further? Phoenix wasn’t sure how much of this he could stomach. He felt like throwing up as it was. He didn’t even know that Miles was back in the country, much less within impromptu-visit distance. Oh God.
Phoenix wasn’t sure how long he’d been stewing in his own anxieties when he heard a knock at the door. Christ, he hadn’t even showered. He was useless when he was like this, especially when it came to Miles. This kind of anxiety was a kind he hadn’t felt in a while. He wasn’t sure how to hold himself, what to do with his hands. He settled on a neutral posture as he opened the front door.
“Hello again, Wright.”
“Edgeworth… I didn’t even know you were back in the country.”
“I came back last night.”
“Oh.”
The two men stood in silence, before Phoenix stood aside to usher Miles in. He cringed as Miles took a seat on the unclean couch. He cringed even more as he sat down beside him.
“Wright, I meant what I said. I want to talk this through. I’m back for good now.”
“Erm… right. Talk through… what, exactly?”
“I didn’t like how we… how you left things. With us.”
“I didn’t see any other option.”
“Short-sighted, Wright. As usual.”
Phoenix thought that it would be a good idea to defuse the situation with the joke. Phoenix was wrong. “Clearly I’m not the only short sighted one.” He said, gesturing to Miles’ new glasses. Edgeworth didn’t laugh, or even smile. Phoenix felt his insides churn.
“Edgeworth, there wasn’t an ‘us’. All we did was fuck a couple of times.”
“Wright, I wish you wouldn’t call it that.” Edgeworth said, wincing. “And you know that we were more than that. You’re my oldest and dearest friend. And I’ve never felt like that, with anybody.”
“You’re… only saying that because I was your first. And I’m sorry about that. If I could undo it… I would.” Phoenix was lying through his teeth now, he thought as he looked at Miles’ wounded expression. He wouldn’t trade the memories of that night for the world. The awkward, yet tender kisses and caresses they had shared, exploring each other like they had never seen each other before. And they hadn’t, not really. Not like this. Since then, Phoenix hadn’t been able to unsee what he had seen in Miles. God, even just thinking of him as ‘Miles’ instead of ‘Edgeworth’ aroused him.
“No, Wright. I’m not. You can deny it all you like, but I’m not about to restart my life in this country living a lie. I love you, Wright. Phoenix… Wright.”
Phoenix felt like he had been hit by a truck. He knew that he should feel relieved, overjoyed even. But it was all just too… complicated, now. He was an unemployed single dad who hadn’t done his laundry in two weeks. He didn’t deserve a man like Miles, and cared too much about him to let him back into his life.
“Miles… you can’t. Not when I’m… like this.”
This was clearly not the response Miles had wanted to hear. His brow furrowed and his cheek twitched, the way it always did when his arguments fell flat in front of the court. “I can’t… what, Wright?
“You can’t… love me.” Phoenix’s eyes began to cloud with tears, but he blinked them away to drink in the sight of Miles for what he was sure would be the last time. “I’m… not loveable anymore. In fact, I’m not sure I ever was. Especially not by… you.”
Edgeworth’s cold gaze that he had maintained, even through a love confession, softened. He placed a slender, pale hand on the back of Phoenix’s neck, lightly stroking as he said:
“Phoenix. You are all I have ever wanted since I was eight years old. I’m sorry I haven’t shown you that. My travels have taught me that being away from you is simply… impossible. I can’t… I won’t keep pushing people away, and you are the most important person in my life. I have loved you for years, and I have known you for longer— I know you, Phoenix Wright, and I can see that you haven’t changed. You’re still the same… stubborn, stupidly caring man you pretend you’re not. I couldn’t care less what you wear, or who you live with. I love you, and I always will. Let me show you how I love you, Phoenix.”
Phoenix leaned into Miles’ touch as sobs racked his body, convulsing in time with his heartbeat. Wordlessly, Miles pressed a soft, tender kiss to his lips. This didn’t feel like how Miles had kissed him before: this time, Miles kissed him with the certain, gentle force of the truth. Phoenix felt the weight of his magatama in his sweatpants’ pocket: Miles had nothing left to tell him. At least, not with his words.
Despite himself, Phoenix deepened the kiss and their tongues danced together as though they were locked in the kind of tense, sensual courtroom debate only they could have. Miles’ fingers weaved through Phoenix’s already-tousled hair as Phoenix grabbed the chance to feel the muscles of the arms that had held him in his sleep so many times before, to clutch at Miles’ defined waist. Phoenix made to kiss Miles’ neck, to push him backwards on the couch, but Miles stopped him. Phoenix’s heart plummeted into his abdomen.
“Shit, I’m sorry. Did I… do something wrong?”
“No, my love. Quite the opposite. I said I wanted to show you how I love you, did I not?”
Phoenix didn’t have time to process what Miles had said, because he had said it in that low growl he always did when he was turned on. God, that growl drove Phoenix crazy. Miles pushed Phoenix onto his back, peppering his face and neck in delicate kisses. This felt nothing like the way that Kristoph had taken him: cold, rough, unfeeling. While it was true that Miles always ran cold, Phoenix had always felt like his own natural heat matched it, reaching a perfect equilibrium. Phoenix never had any hopes of thawing Kristoph. Miles’ hands moved along the planes of Phoenix’s torso as Phoenix groaned into Miles’ mouth. Phoenix tried to stroke Edgeworth back, and was rewarded by a brief feel of his stiff bulge straining to break out of his burgundy trousers. Phoenix couldn’t investigate any further, as Edgeworth moved his hand away to rest on his waist.
“Do you see how you turn me on, Phoenix? Do you see what you do to me?” Phoenix nodded silently. “Now how can you say that I have no right to love you? I want you— badly— just the way you a—“
Phoenix interrupted him by crashing his lips against his once more. He couldn’t hear him say that. He wasn’t some charity case that Miles needed to indulge, to treat as a pet. But Phoenix couldn’t deny how he stiffened at being told how attracted Miles was to him. Once Miles gave him no choice but to be loved, he felt any reservations he had slip away.
“Show me how much you love me. Please.”
“With pleasure, Wright.” Edgeworth growled, undressing him swiftly and taking Phoenix’s cock into his soft white palm. Phoenix gazed at it, enraptured, as Miles pumped up and down, alternating between delicately stroking his balls and rubbing his inflamed head.
Shit, thought Phoenix. Miles knew what he was doing, he knew that. He’d seen it up close and personal more than a few times. But this was the first time in a long time in which he had experienced it, and it felt like he was losing his virginity all over again. Fuck, if only he had lost it with Miles. It wouldn’t have been the awkward, messy, silent affair that it was if it was with him. If Miles kept doing what he was doing any longer, Phoenix knew that it would be over far too soon.
“Miles, stop.”
Miles withdrew his hand immediately and extricated himself from Phoenix, sitting back on his haunches. As soon as Phoenix felt the cold absence of the soft weight of Miles’ body, he let out a barely audible groan.
“I apologise, Wright. Did I do something wrong?”
Fuck. “No Miles, God, it was amazing. Just… I don’t want it to be over. Wait a second.”
If Phoenix wasn’t so intoxicated by Miles, he probably would have felt guiltier for the urgent manner in which he lifted Trucy out of his bed. Still, he was gentle, and she didn’t stir as he carried her through the living room and placed her delicately into her own bed. He’d have to explain this one away in the morning, thought Phoenix as the shame set in. He’d tell her that a friend with a bad back had come over in desperate need of a place to sleep. He couldn’t quite think of an excuse as to why he’d be sharing the bed with him, though. That was a problem for later, he decided. Miles was a pleasure for now. Phoenix crept back into the living room and closed the door behind him.
“Phoenix, your daughter seems… sweet.”
Phoenix knew that a comment like this would have taken a lot of thought from Edgeworth: he’d have wanted it to come out exactly the right way, without sounding too presumptuous of a future together, just them and Trucy. God, Phoenix loved that thought. He urgently grabbed Miles by the hand.
“Come with me.”
And come with him he would, thought Phoenix as he led Edgeworth by the hand away from the sullied couch and into his bedroom. God he missed having sex in his bedroom. No— he missed having sex with Miles. He was Phoenix’s only partner who had been allowed inside.
Phoenix pushed Miles gently onto the bed, straddling him. Miles let out a whine as their cocks touched, only briefly. Phoenix slowly, reverently undid Miles’ flies and slid his trousers off. He unbuttoned his shirt— this was a slight shame, as Phoenix always loved the way Miles’ forearms looked when he rolled his sleeves up after work. However, he loved ogling his pecs and chiselled torso even more. Very few people were privy to the fact that underneath his stuffy clothes, Miles was surprisingly buff. Phoenix was extremely proud to be part of that lucky group. Phoenix removed Miles’ boxers, and folded his clothes in a neat pile in the corner, just the way he knew Miles would like it.
Phoenix indulged himself slightly by fondling and stroking every part of Edgeworth’s body. He then got to work, beginning by kissing his neck and working his way down. Once he reached his collarbone, he nipped lightly and licked at the mark to soothe the pain. He knew Miles liked this, but hadn’t predicted the reaction it would elicit from him this time, after such a long period of abstinence from Phoenix. His cock stiffened even more under Phoenix’s weight and he moaned, low and soft into Phoenix’s ear. God, Phoenix loved the sounds that man made, he thought as he continued working his way down, marking the man to show just how in love with him he was. Phoenix took a second to sit back and admire his handiwork, and Miles pulled him back down into a passionate, frenzied kiss. Miles always tasted amazing, sweet and subtle. Phoenix felt a little embarrassed, thinking back to the last time he had brushed his teeth— too long ago, certainly. As if to apologise, Phoenix placed a delicate hand on Miles’ cock, and shifted himself lower. He teasingly licked his tip and slit, and agonisingly slowly began to lick the underside of Miles’ erection. Miles groaned, and Phoenix took this as a sign that he wanted more. He gently lowered his mouth over Edgeworth’s throbbing cock and sucked in his cheeks. Miles’ hips bucked almost imperceptibly in time with the movements of Phoenix’s head— he was clearly trying to restrain himself. Phoenix lifted his mouth from Miles’ length and uttered in a low, groggy voice:
“Go on, Miles. Fuck my face. I know you want to.”
Miles shook his head lightly, breathing deep breaths in and out. After a pause, he grunted:
“Phoenix. I… said I wanted to take care of you. Let me do that, please. I love you.”
Phoenix rolled his eyes, but chuckled slightly. “Miles, I want to look after you too. It appears we’re at an impasse.”
“Quite, Wright.” As Miles realised the unintentional pun, he sighed in disappointment at himself.
“Why don’t you just fuck me, then?” Phoenix whispered furtively, smirking lopsidedly.
“Phoenix… are you sure? It’s… been a while for you, hasn’t it?” Miles stuttered.
Phoenix paused. He really didn’t want to ruin the moment, but he also knew he couldn’t lie to Miles. Even without a magatama, Miles knew him inside and out. Literally.
“Not… not as long as I’d like. I wish I could have waited for you. I wasn’t… strong enough. I’m sorry.” Phoenix looked away from him. Clearly, the moment was gone. Fuck it. Fuck it all to hell.
Edgeworth’s face fell, but he recovered remarkably quickly. “Don’t apologise, Phoenix. Please don’t apologise. Never apologise to me.”
He pressed a soft, tender kiss to Phoenix’s lips, almost nervously. His hands stroked Phoenix’s hair, twisting it into the curls that Phoenix straightened out with gel. Miles never saw how curly Phoenix’s hair was until the day it rained while he rode his bike to court. Miles told him once that it was one of the times he was most attracted to him, seeing his unkempt curls fall onto his forehead from across the courtroom. Phoenix wore his hair curly more often now.
“The whole time, I pretended he was you. I wanted it to be you fucking me so fucking badly, Miles. Please.”
Miles blushed, and clearly couldn’t resist complying with whatever Phoenix asked of him. He reached out his hand under Phoenix to gently circle his asshole.
“As long as you’re sure, Wright. Though, I wish you wouldn’t swear so much.”
Phoenix chuckled as one of Miles’ long, slender fingers slid inside him. Then another. Then another.
“Phoenix, you really want this, don’t you?”
“God, yes.” Phoenix managed to moan into Miles’ mouth, capturing it in a long, heated kiss.
“Good. I want to see your beautiful face, though, if I’m penetrating you.”
Trust Miles to stay formal even with his fingers curling inside Phoenix’s asshole. Phoenix nodded and mounted Miles as he leaned against the headboard. Slowly but surely, Phoenix lowered himself onto Miles’ rock-hard cock until he had swallowed him up to the hilt. Miles inhaled deeply as Phoenix let out a yelp. Thank fuck his walls were thick. And tight, if Miles’ past words were anything to go by.
“Are you okay, Phoenix?” Miles asked, still impossibly caring even as he struggled to draw breath.
“So okay.” Grunted Phoenix as he began to ride Miles’ thick cock. Phoenix probably increased his speed faster than he needed to, but he was desperate at this point. They both were. Phoenix’s cock twitched against his stomach as both men moaned in a kind of horny symphony.
“Phoenix… I’m close.”
“Fuck, Miles. Me too.” Phoenix resumed his speed, and soon enough felt Miles’ cock twitch and release a hot, sticky load inside of him. At that, Phoenix’s vision went white. His body convulsed and he shot thick, white ropes of cum directly at Miles. Shit, thought Phoenix as he regained his lucidity and dismounted Miles. This was why he didn’t like to face Miles as he fucked him, no matter how much Miles said he preferred it. Sure, he liked to look into those beautiful dark grey eyes as he came and yes, Miles looked ridiculously hot covered in his cum. But he hated the idea of Miles getting messy on his account.
“Thank you for that, Phoenix.” Whispered a sated Miles.
“Shit, Miles, I’m sorry. Let me clean you up.”
“Phoenix. I asked you never to apologise to me. Why on earth would I mind being covered in you? I love you, remember?”
God, Phoenix wanted to burst into tears. Miles loved him. He couldn’t believe it and yet desperately wanted it to be true. He turned from Miles to hide his misty eyes, and grabbed a tissue from his bedside table. As he went to clean Miles up, Miles grabbed the tissue from his hand.
“You first, my love.”
Phoenix exhaled in a desperate but unsuccessful bid to stop the tears from falling as Miles delicately wiped Phoenix clean, leaving a trail of soft kisses in his wake. As he finished his task and went to clean himself, Miles noticed Phoenix’s tear-streaked face and made to stroke his shoulders.
“My love, are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
“No, never.” Phoenix sobbed, choking on his words. He was fully bawling now, and knew he should be embarrassed. Yet somehow, to show his emotions around Miles felt… like he was coming home, somehow. It felt natural, real. “You just… take such good care of me. You really do love me, don’t you?”
“I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to show you that I do if you don’t already believe it, Phoenix.”
Slowly but certainly, Miles reached both arms out to Phoenix: a question. It was answered in the affirmative as Phoenix slid into Miles’ embrace, intertwining their legs and arms as if they’d never be separated. Phoenix noticed that at Miles’ touch, his tears stopped. They lay back against Phoenix’s headboard, still panting with exertion. They certainly weren’t young men anymore. Oh well, thought Phoenix. Being old and in love was far better than being young, horny and alone as he had been in the past. Even if he could feel every inflamed vertebra in his spine right now. He rubbed his back against Edgeworth’s palms to try and relieve the pain, and Edgeworth answered wordlessly by gently massaging the knots away. This was how they had always been: they had always known exactly what the other man wanted without him even having to ask. Yes, thought Phoenix. This was the way to be.
“Miles?”
“Hmm?” Was his sleepy, wistful reply.
Phoenix swallowed. “I love you too.”
“I know, Phoenix.”