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The sun blazed down on the south-facing office on the 5th floor of the prosecutors’ building in Marseille. Despite the tilted windows, the air was warm. The air conditioning had stopped working that morning, as it had been continuously trying to fight the unbearable summer heat for two weeks.
The hot and humid weather didn’t deter Phoenix and Edgeworth as they continued working on the murder case that had been bothering them for the last two weeks. In the meantime, Phoenix had taken off his black hooded jacket and Trucy’s hand-knitted blue hat. Individual strands of hair curled in all directions because of the unpleasant humidity. The white tank top, which was skintight against his chest and stomach, was already soaked with sweat and stuck disgustingly to his wet skin. Over his tank top, he was wearing his golden locket with Trucy’s picture in it. The only way he could get a bit of air was through his loose grey jogging shorts and sandals.
Edgeworth, on the other hand, had so far only taken off his burgundy-coloured suit jacket. However, he was visibly more battered by the heat than Phoenix. The grey strands were sticking to his sweaty forehead, and his entire face was red. His forehead was also slightly sunburnt, as he hadn’t managed to replace the empty sun cream in the past few days. His glasses were constantly slipping off his nose, and he was about to call it a day early just so he wouldn’t have to read any more.
But the two men were on the verge of a breakthrough in the murder case, and they wouldn’t give up that easily.
Edgeworth adjusted his glasses for the umpteenth time and sighed as he got up to check the water level in his tea kettle. He grumbled to himself when he saw that it was empty again, and he had to run to the kitchen to refill it.
“I’m going to make myself a cup of tea. Do you want some too?” Edgeworth asked his guest as he walked through the office with the kettle in his hand.
“Yes, please,” Phoenix replied as he looked up briefly from the paperwork. Edgeworth saw a drop of sweat fall off the strand of hair in front of his forehead and how it fell onto his neck. It slowly beaded off before being caught by the tank top. Embarrassed, Edgeworth looked away and had to swallow. He left the office and went to the kitchen.
He had sworn to himself that during the time Phoenix was helping him out with this complicated case, he would suppress his perverse thoughts. He would keep his emotions and feelings for the other man under control.
But... Of course, that fool of a man had to mess up booking a hotel for his time in France, and Edgeworth couldn’t say no to his dearest friend and offered him a place to sleep... That was why both men shared Edgeworth’s small flat, and Phoenix slept on the pull-out couch in the living room. The other day, Edgeworth’s secret feelings for the other man almost got exposed.
Edgeworth had just finished his weekly shopping and was taking the shopping bags up to the flat when Phoenix came out of the bathroom. He whistled the melody of a song that had been playing on the radio for days and danced lightly to himself. He didn’t seem to have noticed that Edgeworth had returned, as he came out of the steamy bathroom with just a towel around his waist.
His hair was still damp and only dried by the towel. When he turned around, Edgeworth saw that Phoenix had shaved his beard. His gaze focused on the other man’s bare chest, and Edgeworth felt his cheeks flush. He stared at the slightly defined chest until he realised that Phoenix had stopped whistling and was looking at him.
He walked past the half-naked man while avoiding further looks at him. He quickly put the shopping bags away and grunted something about going to take a shower now. Hopefully, Phoenix hadn’t noticed the tent in his trousers...
Back in the present, Edgeworth shook his head in the kitchen to stop daydreaming about the half-naked Phoenix. He wished he could run his hands tenderly over the other man’s body. Edgeworth’s hands would move over his broad shoulders, his prominent shoulder blades and the sparse, black hair on his chest to his soft stomach with its slightly defined abdominal muscles. He wondered what it would feel like if he put his lips on the muscles and left a wave of soft kisses on them. Would Phoenix like it if Edgeworth caressed his body with his tongue?
The sound of splashing water snapped Edgeworth out of his thoughts. He cursed under his breath when he saw the kettle had overflowed. He also felt his trousers getting tighter.
Damnit!
He couldn’t go back into the office in this state. But at that moment, Edgeworth heard another prosecutor approaching the kitchen. He quickly decided that it was much less awkward to be visibly aroused in front of his long-time best friend than another high-ranking and renowned lawyer in a foreign country. That was logical and understandable, wasn’t it?
So, Edgeworth picked up the full kettle and made his way back to his office without drawing attention to himself. He opened the door quietly and closed it again just as gently, hoping that Phoenix wouldn’t notice him. A quick glance at the piano player showed him that he was still focused on the case papers. He put the kettle on to boil water.
“Which flavour do you want?” he asked as he picked up both cups that had already been used.
“Whatever you take,” said the other man, who was still looking at his papers. So, Edgeworth took the loose green tea leaves from the bottom shelf of his cupboard and prepared two cups of tea.
The image of Phoenix’s half-naked body continued to haunt his mind, although Edgeworth tried in vain to think of something else. His member hadn’t calmed down and continued to press against the fabric of his suit pants.
After pouring the tea, he took both cups over to the small coffee table in front of the brown sofa chairs. He sat opposite the former defence lawyer and sipped the steaming tea. He squeezed his legs together, hoping Phoenix wouldn’t notice his raging erection.
“Thank you, Edgeworth,” Phoenix said, putting the papers down on the coffee table to reach for his cup as well.
“Ouch,” Phoenix cursed as he burned his tongue from the hot tea. “How can you drink this so fast? Especially in this weather.”
He looked at Edgeworth and how he was fidgeting in the opposite armchair as if he was sitting uncomfortably.
“Is something wrong, Edgeworth?” Phoenix asked, still looking at his opposite.
“N-no. Everything’s fine,” Edgeworth said, his voice shaking. “Have you figured anything out yet?” he tried to divert the attention from himself and demonstratively picked up the case files again.
Phoenix looked at him suspiciously and shook his head.
“Not yet, but we’re so close. It’s just that I can’t concentrate in this heat. How can you sit here still wearing a full three-piece suit? Aren’t you warm?”
Another drop of sweat made its way from Phoenix’s forehead to his chin, so Phoenix lifted his tank top to wipe his face.
Edgeworth almost choked on his tea and felt another blush, which wasn’t because of the heat in the room, rise to his face. Phoenix’s slightly defined stomach muscles became even more noticeable because of the way Phoenix was sitting, and Edgeworth stared at the black happy trail.
It only took a few moments before the body part disappeared under the annoying tank top again, and Phoenix saw how Edgeworth stared at him absentmindedly, spreading his legs slightly. Phoenix’s eyes fell to his partner’s lower centre before following the prosecutor’s gaze, which landed on his stomach.
A sudden idea popped up in Phoenix’s mind, and a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. If that was what Edgeworth wanted, who would Phoenix be if he kept that from his long-time friend?
“You know, I’m so warm I think I’m going to pass out. Would you mind if I took my tank top off?”
Edgeworth didn’t notice the playful undertone in Phoenix’s voice as he swallowed and then cleared his throat.
“Y-yes. Of course, you’re hot er… warm. No p-problem at all. Take your clothes off,” Edgeworth stuttered.
“Okay,” Phoenix grinned at him.
And so, Phoenix pulled his top over his head. Edgeworth reacted immediately. Ashamed, he looked away as he glanced around the office to stop himself from staring at his friend.
“That’s better, but you didn’t answer my question earlier. Aren’t you warm too?” Phoenix asked the prosecutor in an octave lower than usual.
“E-everything’s fine.” Edgeworth continued to avoid Phoenix’s gaze.
Phoenix sighed inwardly.
“Look at me, Edgeworth,” Phoenix raised his voice slightly and reached his hand across the small table to put it on the prosecutor’s thigh.
The latter reacted immediately to the touch and looked at the hand that was now resting on his leg. Phoenix began to gently and reassuringly stroke the burgundy-coloured fabric. A wave of heat erupted in Edgeworth. His heart was beating faster, and he felt dizzy because the rest of his blood was flowing so quickly to his lower body.
“Look into my eyes, Edgeworth,” Phoenix commanded again, and now Edgeworth obeyed.
There was a lot of tension between them.
“You can touch me if you want,” Phoenix said calmly and watched as Edgeworth’s eyes widened.
“What?” he replied, baffled by Phoenix’s suggestion. Could Phoenix want the same thing as Edgeworth? Did he also have feelings for him that went beyond friendship? Edgeworth couldn’t believe what he was hearing and asked again. “You want me to touch you?”
Phoenix grinned at him. “Yeah, that’s what I said.”
Edgeworth was stunned and dumbfounded.
Phoenix realised Edgeworth was probably struggling with taking what he desired, so he took a different approach. Perhaps Edgeworth did better when he was given orders. So, Phoenix cleared his throat loudly, withdrew his hand from the other man’s leg and sat up straight. He put on a sterner face and spoke in a firm voice, giving an order to Edgeworth.
“Come over here and touch what you want!”
Edgeworth’s reaction was instantaneous. His eyes were still wide open, and his pupils swallowed the blue-grey iris in arousal. He stood up and walked over to the piano player. He stood in front of the armchair and carefully reached out a hand and placed it in the centre of Phoenix’s chest.
When he touched Phoenix’s warm, hairy chest, Edgeworth drew in a sharp breath. He stroked over the pecs a few times before putting his other hand on the bare torso as well. He travelled from the broad shoulders, past the sweaty neck, over the nipples to the sides.
Phoenix watched the movements and Edgeworth’s facial expressions closely. He could see how caught up Edgeworth was in his fantasy. The tightness in the burgundy trousers could no longer be ignored, and Phoenix reached out with one hand to grasp the clothed member.
“What are you doing?” Edgeworth cried out, startled. He took a few small steps back from Phoenix before almost tripping over the glass coffee table.
“Well, I want to help you with your little problem, if you don’t mind me touching you.” Phoenix grinned mischievously at him.
“What? Have you gone mad? Here in my office?” Edgeworth waved his arms around to emphasise his point. “In case you have forgotten, but we’re not alone in this building.”
“So what? Then you’ll just have to hold back on the screaming,” Phoenix replied calmly.
“Screaming? I never scream in bed,” Edgeworth tried to gain the upper hand in the discussion.
“Shall we bet? Wait until I’ve finished with you,” Phoenix playfully teased the other man.
“Phoenix!” Edgeworth drew in another sharp breath. “Besides, I don’t have any materials for that here.”
“Who says we need that? Have you never done anything else that doesn’t require lube? I can give you a blowjob. Or you can give me a titjob.”
If Edgeworth was already flushed red with shame and arousal from earlier, he had now reached a new peak. How could this man talk so vulgarly? And why did the offer sound so incredibly tempting?
Edgeworth struggled with himself. On the one hand, he wanted to give in to his deepest desires. On the other hand, what would this mean for their friendship? Would everything go back to the way it was before? Edgeworth didn’t know if he could deal with this after years of trying to suppress his feelings towards his dearest friend.
“Hey, Edgeworth,” Phoenix began, sounding more serious than before. “We don’t have to do anything. We can just forget the whole thing and never mention it again, if that’s what you wa—.”
“All right, we can do it,” Edgeworth interrupted. “But I better not find any remains on the armchair or anywhere else later.”
Phoenix clapped his hands together, and his grin stretched across his face.
“Got it,” he agreed and stood up.
He took Edgeworth by the shoulders and manoeuvred him into the armchair where Phoenix had been sitting. Then he knelt in front of Edgeworth and undid the laces of the shoes. He took off the other’s shoes and socks before getting to work on the belt. The fly was quickly undone, and Edgeworth helped him take off his trousers in one go.
The grey underwear stretched over his cock and there was a visible dark spot at the tip. Phoenix focused on this wet spot and gently placed his lips on it. The first fleeting kiss quickly turned into several, and Edgeworth had to stop himself from squirming too much.
As Phoenix pulled away from the underwear and grabbed them, he looked questioningly at Edgeworth’s face again.
“Still everything okay?” he asked.
Edgeworth nodded.
Phoenix then removed Edgeworth’s underwear and the hard cock emerged from its confinements. The shiny beads of precum glistened on the tip. Phoenix licked his lips once, then licked up the pre. He took the tip into his mouth and ran his tongue over the underside of the hot member.
“Ngh, Phoenix,” Edgeworth sighed, relaxing into the back of the armchair. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of Phoenix’s tongue moving around his penis.
Suddenly, Phoenix took him all the way into his mouth and stayed at the hilt for a few moments with no gagging.
“W-wha-?” Edgeworth was taken by surprise when Phoenix just as suddenly moved his head up and down and sucked him.
Phoenix was obviously experienced, and Edgeworth didn’t know how to deal with it right now. The technique Phoenix was using caused Edgeworth to let out a low moan. He had to grab the armrests to stop himself from grabbing the other man’s head.
“Ah–Phoenix! This feels so good,” Edgeworth moaned. When Phoenix added his hands to massage both testicles, Edgeworth felt like he was in heaven. He threw his head back, eyes closed, and moaned and panted.
It only took a few minutes before Edgeworth managed to warn Phoenix with the last of his strength.
“P-Phoenix, oh God, I’m coming!” his breath caught in his throat.
Phoenix, then, took the entire length to the hilt again without gagging and stayed like that until Edgeworth came down his throat. Phoenix swallowed his entire load. He moved away from the spent cock and licked the tip to get rid of any remaining cum. Then he ran his tongue over his lips.
He looked up at Edgeworth, who still had his eyes closed. His chest moved up and down with each breath, trying to get his breathing under control. Phoenix got up and sat down in the armchair opposite the exhausted man.
When he had calmed down, he looked Phoenix in the eye and squinted at him.
“Where the hell did you learn to do that?” he asked, tiredly.
Phoenix just grinned at him and said, “A magician’s father never reveals his secrets,” and winked at Edgeworth.
Edgeworth just rolled his eyes in response.
“Very well. My turn,” Phoenix said, changing the subject. Trying to sound bossy, Phoenix said to his friend, “Take off all your clothes!”
Edgeworth obeyed straightaway and stood up from his chair. He began to unfasten his cravat and to unbutton his black waistcoat. He carefully placed it on the back of the chair and traced his stomach up to the first button of his white silk shirt. He took his time to open the buttons, one by one, revealing more and more of the prosecutor’s pale skin.
Phoenix enjoyed the show and took his member out of his grey shorts and boxers. He took hold of his flaccid cock in his hand and began to pump it.
After Edgeworth had undone all the buttons on the shirt, he slowly slipped the shirt off his shoulders and also laid it over the armchair behind him. He stepped away from the coffee table and slowly walked over to the other man without taking his eyes off him.
By now, Phoenix’s member was almost fully hard, and the piano player was circling his tip. It was Edgeworth’s turn to kneel naked in front of the seated man. Phoenix moved a little forward on the armchair so that his hard cock was at the same height as Edgeworth’s chest. Phoenix looked down at the kneeling man expectantly.
“Now then, come a little closer and press your breasts together,” Phoenix ordered when he realised that the prosecutor was only staring at his dick.
Edgeworth moved forward slightly so that the middle of his chest was touching the other man’s length. The heat from Phoenix spread throughout the prosecutor’s entire body.
Edgeworth squeezed his breasts together with his hands to wrap around the cock. The length wasn’t fully covered, and the tip touched the prosecutor’s lower lip as he leaned over it a little to apply additional pressure with his shoulders.
Hesitantly, he bounced his upper body to fuck his cleavage. There was hardly any resistance because of the sweat, and once Edgeworth had got used to the feeling, he squeezed his pecs tighter and went faster. With each bounce, the reddened tip continued to touch Edgeworth’s lower lip.
Edgeworth looked up into Phoenix’s face. He looked down at him and loved the sight before him.
“Go on. Put it in your mouth. I know you want to,” Phoenix encouraged his partner.
Edgeworth obeyed and hesitantly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He stopped moving and put his tongue on the tip. The first drops of pre had formed, and Edgeworth licked them off. It tasted salty, but Edgeworth didn’t find the flavour disgusting. He slowly licked it up with his rosy tongue.
A low, deep moan escaped Phoenix as Edgeworth took the tip into his mouth and sucked gently. Edgeworth resumed moving his body again.
“You’re doing very well, E-Edgeworth,” Phoenix’s dominant façade crumbled under Edgeworth’s tongue and warm chest. “Keep it up, I’m about to come.”
This spurred Edgeworth on to take more of the tip into his mouth and suck harder on it. He let his tongue lick continuously over the spilling opening. He tensed his chest muscles and looked Phoenix straight in the eye as he reached his fastest pace.
Phoenix forced himself to endure longer, without closing his eyes in lust and bit his tongue to stop himself from moaning loudly.
It wasn’t long before Phoenix felt himself reaching his orgasm, and he reached out with both hands to grab Edgeworth’s head and hair. The latter seemed to realise what Phoenix meant and got ready for the end. He stopped moving and took the tip out of his mouth, and laid his tongue out flat.
“Ngh, Edgeworth...!”
The sight alone made Phoenix climax, and Edgeworth tried to catch as much as he could with his tongue. A few splashes landed on his red face and rolled down onto his chest.
Phoenix let go of Edgeworth and fell backwards into the armchair while Edgeworth licked the last few drops from his lips. He stood up and took a handkerchief out of his pants pocket, which was lying on the floor. He wiped the rest of the cum off his face and upper body before it could get all crusty. He turned around and collected his clothes to get dressed. Before he had finished getting dressed, Phoenix had recovered from his orgasm.
“Good thing we didn’t bet on whether you’d scream or not," he started to say.
Edgeworth just turned his head over his shoulders and raised an eyebrow.
“But we need to do this again, Edgeworth. I’ll definitely make you scream for all I’m worth. I promise!” Phoenix continued, smiling at Edgeworth.
Edgeworth could only shake his head at Phoenix. It looked like Edgeworth’s dreams had come true.
“Hmm, I’ll take you up on that promise,” he smiled back, looking forward to their future times.