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Miles Edgeworth is not one for making mistakes.
At least, he didn't used to be. A lot has definitely changed for him lately.
But this time, he's willing to admit to himself that he fucked up.
You had challenged him. He doesn't even remember how the conversation started, but it ended with you declaring that given enough time, you could make him beg for you. He seemed to like those odds, and took you up on that challenge.
Now here he is. Hands tied behind his back, cock throbbing and completely covered in precum as you ghost your hands along his body. Never touching one spot enough, of course.
Oh, he royally fucked up.
You leave a trail of kisses down his chest, stopping at his navel. "God, you look so gorgeous like this, Miles. I could stare at you all day."
He turns his head to the side in an attempt to hide how flustered your compliment makes him, but when you notice this, you move up to straddle his waist and gently take his face in your hands to urge him to turn back. "No, no, sweetheart. Keep your eyes on me. I want to see all of the adorable expressions you make."
All he can do is nod, fearing that if he opens his mouth, he'll lose a lot earlier than he had planned. Satisfied with this answer, you move back down and line your face up with his shaft, taking a moment to soak in the sight.
"Fuck, Miles. You already look so desperate." You take a finger and slide it from the base to the tip, catching some of the wetness along the way and bring it up to your mouth to taste. Edgeworth bucks his hips as soon as your touch leaves him and his arms struggle against the restraints. He can feel his resolve crumbling with every action you take.
You decide to be bold and wrap your hand around his length and give it a slow stroke, and you're rewarded with a strangled groan clawing its way out of his throat, betraying his attempts to look composed.
"Oh shit, that's a good boy. Keep making those noises for me, please?" You urge him on while you continue to pump, your own hips grinding down into the mattress for friction in the hopes for some relief. With every sound that comes from his mouth, you quicken your pace until he's squirming from your touch and moaning without a care.
"Ngh, my God, I- I'm so close-"
Oh, he didn't even have to tell you that. You knew just by the way his cock pulsed in your hand.
Without a second to spare, you release your grip, and the whine that you pull from deep inside his chest sends blood rushing to your pelvis.
"W-Why did you stop?"
You plaster a smug smirk on your face and start circling the tip with your thumb.
"Did you forget? I'll give you what you want if you ask nicely."
You look up at his face and meet his cold glare. Ah. He still has a little fight left in him.
You move your hand down to the base of his shaft and run your thumb along the underside. At the same time, you start peppering kisses up the length and on his tip, stopping to suck lightly in some places.
Edgeworth starts whining again, his arms restlessly tugging on the rope keeping them bound together. If he could, his hands would be on the back of your head, holding it in place while he fucked your mouth. That thought is the last straw for him.
"Please…"
The one word you had been waiting for hits your ears and you stop moving.
"What was that, baby? You're going to have to speak up, I didn't quite catch that."
Edgeworth groans in frustration, picking up on the game you're playing immediately.
"Please. Please, let m-me cum. I can't- Ngh!- take this any longer."
It's music to your ears.
"Such a good boy for me." You murmur. Wasting no time, you take his entire cock in your mouth and start sucking, swirling your tongue around his shaft to cover every inch of skin you can. The wanton moan that he lets out sends a shiver through your entire body. In a few moments, you feel the familiar pulse on your tongue that tells you he's right on the edge.
He tries to warn you, but he's unable to form a coherent sentence when the only thing he can think about is how good your mouth feels around his cock.
"I- I'm- oh, fuck- haah, please- "
You sink as low as you can, taking his entire length down your throat. Edgeworth's orgasm tears through him and he sends his cum straight into your mouth, lightly fucking it deeper as he involuntary thrusts his hips upwards. After a moment, you feel his body relax and you slowly pull away from him, making sure to swallow every last bit.
You're quick to move, coming around to remove the rope that tied his hands together and inspect his wrists. You straddle his waist again and start massaging his arms, asking him if he was comfortable and telling him what a good job he did. His face turns beet red, and slowly but surely, his chest stops heaving as he catches his breath.
You lean down to touch your forehead to his, cupping his face gently, and you whisper.
"Did you have fun, Miles?"
He chuckles breathlessly.
"Of course I did, my love. However…"
In a swift movement, he grabs onto your ass and flips your positions. Now, you're the one with your back on the bed, and he's towering over you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"I think you deserve some reciprocation."
You gulp.
Uh oh.
You may have royally fucked up.