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The shower spray that Phoenix sat under was near-scalding hot, the skin on his back turning red and raw at the constant pressure and heat. His head was ducked as he sat cross-legged on the floor, the glass fogging and hiding his naked body from anyone who may open the bathroom door. The bathroom itself was clouded in steam, condensation dripping off of the mirror above the sink, and the sounds of running water echoing off the walls of the small room, occasionally interrupted by Phoenix’s choked-off sobs.
He curled into himself further, his knees clutching close to his chest as his trembling arms reached to grab his legs, his form wrapped in a protective ball as he let the water run over himself. His hair still held its usual spike – courtesy of all the gel coating the strands that Phoenix had been too depressed to wash out recently – but the ends were beginning to twirl in a frayed pattern, all too similar to the curls that Phoenix had tried his whole life to straighten out. He found himself pulling at the unruly twists of his hair, watching them spring back to life and flicking water into his red eyes, only making him cry more.
He was pathetic.
He had told Edgeworth not to worry, that he could take care of himself, that he would just take a quick shower and be out soon. What a lie that had been.
With Trucy gone with Apollo for a few weeks, Phoenix had let himself go more than usual. His room was a disaster, his kitchen was almost as bad, his hair was crusty and unwashed, and his clothes remained strewn about his apartment, both clean and dirty. Edgeworth had asked to come over since he hadn’t heard from Phoenix in a while, or at least what constituted a while for his frequently out-of-town yet in-touch lover. Phoenix had accepted, trying to keep his promise to himself that he would clean before he was here, but he had sincerely failed.
Edgeworth had shown up at his door and Phoenix had apologized profusely, the smell of whiskey still on his stained hoodie and luckily not his breath. He told Edgeworth he would just take a quick shower – 10 minutes, he had promised. 30 minutes later, he was shocked out of his sobbing by a gentle knock on the bathroom door.
“Wright? Is everything okay in there?” Edgeworth’s voice broke through the fog of the bathroom and Phoenix’s mind. He couldn’t let himself be seen like this. Especially not by Miles.
His brain worked a mile a minute, trying to come up with what to say, some excuse or lie that Edgeworth would reasonably believe. He wanted to tell him that everything was fine, he was just tired. Or maybe he was shaving – no, Miles knew damn well that Phoenix was a trimmed man at best, nevermind when his thoughts created spirals like winding stairs for him to fall down. He wanted to say something, anything, to get Edgeworth to leave him, let him wallow, let him rot in the hot water, turn into a puddle of the man he once was, the man he so desperately clung to, the man that Edgeworth once loved. Because how could he be loved like this?
“No.” His voice cracked as he spoke, and he clamped a hand over his mouth immediately. His eyes brimmed with tears again, his body shaking as regret sank into every bone in his body. He couldn’t lie to Miles, this he knew, and yet his honesty still shocked him.
There was a beat of silence, just long enough for Phoenix to begin his inevitable spiral, before the unlocked door cracked open and the steam went pouring out.
“Phoenix? Are you alright, love?” Miles asked again, his voice softer as he poked his head inside.
He didn’t wait for an answer to fully walk in, approaching the shower as he began unbuttoning his dress shirt, his cravat notably absent from last Phoenix had seen him in the doorway. He barely had time to recognize what was happening before Miles was opening the shower door, shirtless with furrowed brows as he looked down at his boyfriend on the floor of his shower.
Phoenix felt like he was going to die from shame.
Miles just looked down at him for a few moments, his face eerily still as he assessed the situation and began toeing off his socks.
“Miles you don’t–”
“Phoenix, if you are about to tell me not to get into the shower with you then I am sorry to inform you that you don’t know me at all. Are you alright with me being naked?” Miles cut him off, cocking an eyebrow at him but keeping his surprisingly soft gaze locked on his lover.
Phoenix would never know what he did to deserve him.
“Y-yeah,” he mumbled, scrambling clumsily to his feet and moving to stand on one side of the shower. Miles joined him shortly after, almost immediately holding out his arms for Phoenix to fall into.
And readily, he did.
“I’ve got you, darling,” Miles whispered, pressing his cheek to Phoenix’s wet hair and getting a bit of gel on his face, ignoring it for the time being. “May I help you? All you need to do is relax.”
Miles had a talent, when it came to Phoenix. He was the only person who could get Phoenix to let down the walls he hid behind, the ones that allowed people to get close without noticing just how much of a mess the man really was. Miles was a wrecking ball, sending those walls to the ground in his presence, Phoenix constantly grasping at him for more and more of his affection.
And it was always readily given.
“Just… hard to wash my hair,” Phoenix muttered, his voice muffled against Miles’s bare shoulder. “It’s been… over a week.”
Miles was already running his hand over his hair, the surface almost slippery thanks to the water gliding off of the gel. He gently cupped the back of Phoenix’s head, pressing a light kiss to his forehead and placing a hand under his chin to get him to look up and meet his eyes.
“You’ve done so much for me, Phoenix… Let me return the favour. Even if it is just this,” he said gently, leaning in to press his lips to his boyfriend’s and blocking the shower spray from his face. Phoenix kissed back with a melted tenderness, his heart pouring out of every orifice and washed away by the water.
“Okay,” he whispered back, humming lowly as he kissed Miles again and wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning his weight into him.
It didn’t take Miles long to have Phoenix with his head under the water, his hands threading through the tough hair and patiently unsticking strands of hair from the gelled spikes. Each time he tugged a bit too harshly or pulled at a tender piece of hair and Phoenix flinched, he apologized with a wordless kiss to the forehead or cheek, checking in. Eventually, once most of the mass of Phoenix’s hair was separated, Miles began to carefully lather shampoo into his hair, dissolving the gel in his hands as he hummed low in his throat, the noise rumbling in his chest and soothing Phoenix slightly.
Even with his eyes closed, Phoenix couldn’t help but let a few tears fall at the expression he knew Miles was giving him – his eyes soft and studying, his lips pursed into a concentrated smile, his slight wrinkles tensing and showing Miles’s age as he furrowed his brows and scrunched his nose. It was too tender, too sweet for this man to be giving him. He didn’t deserve it, he knew it, but he knew that Miles would hear none of it. Even his hands, his lithe fingers combing through Phoenix’s springing curls, were so gentle with him, more gentle than he needed. He sniffled, the noise drawing Miles’s attention as the taller man lifted his chin once again, looking down at Phoenix’s crying face with concern.
“Love, what’s wrong? A-am I hurting you? You know you can say something if I am,” Miles said softly, leaning in to kiss the tears away from Phoenix’s cheeks. “I am almost done, my dear.”
“N-no,” Phoenix stuttered, trying not to flinch away from Miles’s soft kisses and careful hands. “No, I’m just… thinking.”
Miles’s smile turned sadder, his eyes softening impossibly more as he pet Phoenix’s cheek with his thumb and focused on his brown and blue eyes, wide and vulnerable.
“Dangerous, to be sure. You’ve been thinking too much, darling,” he said, his tone rich and soothing as he smiled down at Phoenix. “Just let me take care of you.”
“You’re already taking care of me,” Phoenix rebutted, his stubborn lawyerly habit kicking in as he protested weakly against Miles’s care. “Already giving me more than I deserve.”
“Nonsense,” Miles scoffed, rolling his eyes before meeting Phoenix’s again – steely grey boring into the shorter man’s soul in the fondest way. “You’re starting to sound like me.”
Phoenix half chuckled at that, the sound escaping him as more of an annoyed scoff than a true laugh, but his eyes crinkled and he gave Miles the first earnest smile he had seen all evening.
“Let me take care of you,” Miles tried again, his hands falling to Phoenix’s bicep and cheek as his smile faltered, the concern and devotion written across his chiseled features.
Phoenix wanted to fight him again, wanted to rip out of his arms and run away; away from those damned eyes that read him so perfectly, those lips that said his name just right and kissed him like he could break if Miles wasn’t careful, those hands that cradled his heart and those arms that cradled his body, touching him with such tenderness and care that Phoenix barely felt the need to hide his body from him.
Phoenix nodded slowly, leaning back into Miles and letting the prosecutor continue to wash his hair.
As Miles tipped Phoenix’s head back into the water and began to rinse out the soap, he watched with awe as Phoenix’s neglected curls sprung to life in his hands. He twisted the damaged and frizzy waves around his fingers, smiling as he washed away the last of the gel and left Phoenix with curls dripping water, pushed back from his face and framing his jaw as they fell.
“You’re so beautiful,” Miles mused, his voice low and serene but still startling Phoenix enough to have him staring up at him with wide blue and brown eyes, only further proving Miles’s point.
“You’re insane,” Phoenix sneered without heat, Miles chuckling softly as he held his jaw and leaned in to kiss him again. Phoenix kissed back immediately, his shoulders melting as the tension left and he let himself fall into Miles again.
“You love me.” Miles gently nipped at Phoenix’s lower lip, smiling as they kissed and he tangled a hand into Phoenix’s hair.
“Yeah, I do,” Phoenix relented, grinning into the kiss and letting his hands both fall to Miles’s waist, pulling their bodies flush with each other.
When they eventually parted, much to Phoenix’s dismay, Miles reached to grab the conditioner, carefully applying it to the dehydrated ends of Phoenix’s curls and letting it sit as he began to lather his body. His hands moved tenderly over Phoenix’s skin, caressing his biceps and waist with a gentleness that Phoenix was entirely unaccustomed to. He squirmed slightly at the careful touch, at Miles’s hands venturing over his chest, over the well-healed scars and lower to the ribs that had started becoming visible through the muscle and skin. He ducked his head away as Miles touched over his ribs, but the prosecutor didn’t bring attention to just how much weight Phoenix had lost in the years since his disbarment. His hands continued to venture, quickly washing over his stomach and thighs and kneeling to properly wash his legs. Phoenix couldn’t help but giggle at the image of Miles on his knees for him, a familiar but rare sight to be sure. Miles looked up with a cocked eyebrow, smirking a bit as though reading Phoenix’s exact thoughts, though he knew that couldn’t be true, because Miles would be much more embarrassed to see Phoenix’s thoughts of the mighty “Demon Prosecutor” on his knees, sucking dick like he was so good at.
All too soon, Miles was off his knees and taking hold of the removable showerhead, beginning to run the hot water over Phoenix’s body, rinsing away the soap he had lathered onto him. When he reached Phoenix’s chest once again, he leaned to press matching kisses to the corners of his scars, smiling up at his lover with admiration in his eyes in place of the disgust Phoenix would expect from a man as wonderful as Miles Edgeworth.
Miles, finished rinsing Phoenix’s body, began to rinse his hair, combing his fingers through the loose coils.
“You’re all done, darling,” Miles mumbled, pressing a chaste kiss to Phoenix’s temple as he rehooked the showerhead. “Are you ready to get out?”
“Yeah,” Phoenix muttered, finding it somewhat easier to look in Miles’s eyes as he reached to turn off the water, Phoenix shivering almost immediately.
Miles stepped out of the shower, grabbing two towels and quickly wrapping one around his own waist before wrapping Phoenix in one. He threw the towel over the shorter man’s shoulders and wrapped him securely, giving him the same fond smile that Phoenix had seen almost the entire time they had showered together. Wordlessly, Miles led Phoenix back to his bedroom, a bedroom that was noticeably free of clothes on the floor.
“Oh, God, don’t tell me you cleaned for me,” he groaned, dragging a hand over his heated face in pure mortification.
“It was no problem, love,” Miles waved his hand dismissively, turning his back to Phoenix as he picked out two of the very few clean pairs of boxers, as well as one of Phoenix’s mostly-clean hoodies. Phoenix knew that Miles wouldn’t understand how big of a deal this was, how could he? How could a man as perfect and put-together as him understand the debilitating task of cleaning?
“Thank you,” he mumbled, voice low and almost incoherent.
“Would you like help getting dressed, too?” Miles asked, and Phoenix felt a knife twist inside him.
“I’m alright,” he said, brushing past his lover to pull on his boxers and hoodie quickly. He turned back to see Miles in just a pair of Phoenix’s own boxers, and suddenly the knife twisted in a different way, in a much more fond and loving way as he watched his boyfriend putter around his room, searching for pyjama pants to put on.
Phoenix loved seeing Miles like this; shirtless, his own scars adorning his lean chest, boxers and pyjama pants low on his hips, showing off the light dusting of a happy trail disappearing beneath the waistband. His hair was damp, not wet, but was dripping down to his shoulders as he rolled out the joints and stood up straighter, the toned muscles in his back rolling with the motion.
With Miles’s back turned, Phoenix took the few steps to him and wrapped his arms around his thin waist, resting his head on the back of Miles’s shoulder blade and squeezing him tight.
“I mean it, babe,” he muttered, pressing his lips to Miles’s damp, pale skin. “Thank you.”
Miles waited a moment before speaking, simply placing a hand atop Phoenix’s on his lower stomach.
“It’s the least I can do, darling,” he sighed, letting his head fall back atop Phoenix’s. “Hmm, would you like to eat something? I’m rather peckish myself.”
“Don’t have much in the house.” Phoenix bit his lip, embarrassed once again. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Dinner will be my treat.” Miles turned in Phoenix's arms, smiling fondly and leaning down to catch his lips in a sweet kiss.
Miles – as usual – tasted like Earl Grey tea with milk and sugar. His lips were warm from the shower, soft and pliable against Phoenix’s own chapped and bitten-raw lips. He leaned more into the kiss, a hand finding its way to the base of Phoenix’s skull, deft fingers carding their way through the dripping curls at the nape of his neck. Phoenix used his grip on Miles’s waist to pull him closer so their bodies were flush, their hips meeting and Phoenix biting gently at Miles’s lip. Miles returned the gesture in kind, bullying his tongue past Phoenix’s lips and earning a satisfied groan from the shorter man. He smiled.
Phoenix wasn’t even sure how long the two of them kissed for, but he did know that both of them were merely human men with the damned need to breathe, so he pulled away.
“Food first– M’hungry as hell,” he murmured, his deep pants leaving heat against Miles’s lips.
“First?” Miles teased, his silver eyes sparkling with that precious mischief that Phoenix loved to see. “What could come after dinner, I wonder?”
“You’re a fuckin’ tease,” Phoenix growled, and Miles responded with a hearty laugh.
—
Phoenix could still taste the lingering taste of Earl Grey as Miles kissed him hard and pushed him gently to his bedroom, the backs of his knees hitting the side of the mattress and forcing him to fall back against his bed. Miles stayed above him, standing with his legs spread and his chest heaving as he looked down at Phoenix. The prosecutor studied Phoenix’s face, focusing on his wide eyes and bitten lip, taking in the flush across his cheeks and the freckles that loved to make themselves known against his tan skin.
“So beautiful,” Miles mused, petting down the side of Phoenix’s face before pushing back his mostly-dry hair, using the grip to force Phoenix’s head back a bit. “Are you going to be good for me tonight, Phoenix?”
Phoenix nodded as he panted, his wide mismatched eyes looking up at Miles with pure awe and wanton desire. He reached up with shaky hands, gently cradling Miles’s hips as he pulled him closer.
“I-I’ll be so good, I promise–” he panted, his voice weak and faltering in his all-consuming lust. Miles’s smile widened as he leaned down, planting a kiss to the curve of his jaw before trailing up to his lips.
“There’s my good boy,” Miles purred, and Phoenix melted into a puddle against his sheets. Miles nipped at his lips and Phoenix moaned, his back arching on instinct to try and get closer to his boyfriend. “Do you need something, darling?”
Phoenix would forever be frustrated at Miles’s ability to be condescending while completely genuine. It used to prove miserable during trial, but since his disbarment Phoenix heard it much more in a context similar to this. He laced his fingers through Miles’s hair, pulling him closer and kissing him ravenously, attempting to convey his need through the kiss alone.
“Use your words, love,” Miles scolded softly, almost like praise against Phoenix’s needy lips.
“N-need to be yours–” Phoenix muttered, all shame leaving his mind as he felt Miles’s lips and warm breath against his jaw again, mouthing and nipping at the skin, just threatening to leave marks. “Need… Need to be useful. And good.”
And loved, said a screaming part of his brain, but Phoenix shoved it down in his throat to avoid the conversation he knew Miles would want to have about that. About why he didn’t feel loved, about why he didn’t feel good enough, about why he was so desperate to be needed. Miles gave him a look as he pulled back, but the prosecutor blessedly didn’t say anything.
“Hmm,” Miles hummed, gazing down at Phoenix with darkened eyes, the shining silver now a dark gunmetal grey. He studied Phoenix’s face for a moment, before his eyes lit up like they did in court and he smiled wider. “Does it happen to be a puppy night?”
Phoenix felt like he was about to explode into a million tiny pieces, each one more embarrassed than the last. Damn this man and his stupidly good ability to read him and his horny needs. He nodded, his eyes shifting to avoid Miles’s face.
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, darling.” Miles’s voice was more than tender as he cupped the side of Phoenix’s face, smiling down at him sweetly. “Let me get up to get what we need, alright? Do you think you can strip down for me while I’m gone?”
Phoenix’s face was almost hot to the touch, but he made an affirmative noise in the back of his throat and nodded, releasing his grip on Miles’s hips. He watched with a breaking heart as Miles quickly moved to the dresser and then the bathroom, grabbing the necessary tools as Phoenix tossed his hoodie to the floor unceremoniously. He left his boxers on – he loved the way Miles took them off of him, always kissing at his hips bones as they were revealed, trailing his lithe fingers over his thighs, spreading his lips with two fingers to get a good view of his cock. Everything Miles did in the context of sex was intensely intimate, without those layers of self-defense that the prosecutor was well-known for. Stripped down and bare, Miles Edgeworth was a gentle man, one who had a particular love for watching Phoenix squirm under his loving and tender touch, one who never tired of Phoenix and his body, one who praised and worshipped the disbarred lawyer like he was still the great man he once was, the man he knew he could never be again.
Miles returned rather quickly, cocking an eyebrow at Phoenix and his still-worn boxers as he placed a towel down on the bed.
Ah. So it was one of those nights.
Miles laid out the harness and strap on the towel, as well as a wand vibrator that Phoenix was fairly sure he didn’t own. Once everything was set down, Miles silently stripped out of Phoenix’s pyjama pants and boxers and climbed over his boyfriend, straddling his still-clothed hips.
“Would you like me to deal with these for you, puppy?” Miles asked, his tone low and velvet smooth as he trailed a hand down Phoenix’s chest. He nodded. “You can use your words, can’t you, love? Or is my pretty puppy too dumb to speak?”
Phoenix’s face flushed impossibly more, but he stuttered over his words as he spoke as asked.
“P-please take them off– I-I need you, Miles, please,” he whined, desperate as anything as he gazed up at Miles with the most pathetic of puppy dog eyes. Miles melted as he leaned in to kiss him.
“Good boy,” he purred, his hands smoothing over the planes of Phoenix’s tan skin, down the sides of his torso to the waistband of his boxers. His lips left Phoenix’s, only to follow in his hands’ path as he kissed down his body, licking over a nipple as he passed it and making Phoenix jolt.
“I’ve missed this,” he murmured, his lips still venturing lower, kissing and mouthing at what was left of Phoenix’s once-impressive abs, “feeling you under me like this. You’re incredible, Phoenix. You’re so perfect.”
Something in Phoenix’s stomach twisted as Miles called him perfect. He wanted to flinch away from him, to rip himself out of the gentle touch he didn’t deserve and curl up again, cry again, be alone again. Miles had barely done anything, and already Phoenix was trying to shy away from his eyes and hands, trying to hide the parts of himself he knew Miles was lying about. But he stayed still, and he didn’t say anything except for letting out a grunt of mild disapproval.
“Such a beautiful boy,” Miles continued, like he hadn’t noticed Phoenix’s strangled noise of discomfort even though Phoenix had watched his eyes flick up to his in concern. “My beautiful boy. My handsome pup. May I take these off, puppy?”
Phoenix’s heart fluttered in a way that must have been obvious to Miles, and he nodded with an open, panting mouth. With permission, Miles slid the waistband of Phoenix’s boxers down to his hip bones, placing matching kisses on each peak as he pushed the underwear down further. Once it was pooled at Phoenix’s thighs, Miles became entranced with touching every new inch of skin that was revealed. His hands – wide and steady with long, lithe fingers – fit over his hips perfectly, like they were made to sit there in perpetuity. His fingers wrapped around the sides of his hips, rubbing gentle circles against the slight plush of Phoenix’s thighs and ass. He continued kissing down his body, beginning at his navel and following the trail of dark hair to place a tender kiss to the slight pocket of fat that sat on his pubic bone. A noticeable shiver ran through him, and Miles chuckled softly as he slid the boxers all the way down his legs.
Naked on his bed, Phoenix watched Miles carefully fold the boxers and set them down on the floor before he turned back to his lover, his hands easily finding his hips again. Miles’s thumbs made wide circles over the front of Phoenix’s hips, inching closer and closer to the needy heat between his thighs. He could almost feel himself vibrating in excitement and desperation, the anticipation causing his heart to race with equal anxiety and fondness.
“Such a perfect puppy I have. So good for me,” Miles purred, his thumbs coming closer to the lips between Phoenix’s thighs and forcing a shiver out of him. Phoenix looked down to catch Miles’s eyes.
Despite his cocky talk, Miles was a flushed mess between Phoenix’s thighs. It always went like this, Miles getting all high and mighty, before breaking down into a blushing shell of the usually confident prosecutor. And yet his control of Phoenix never slipped, never faltered. Even a horny mess, Miles used his gentle tone and punishing hand to keep Phoenix in line, and oh how he loved it.
“I want to be gentle with you tonight, love,” he continued, his vulnerably flushed face only making Phoenix’s heart flutter more. “May I be gentle with you? Or do you need discipline?”
A rather loud part of Phoenix was yelling at him to take the discipline, to ask for the rough treatment, to request a hand as a collar and another as a relentless toy. He could picture himself face down into the pillows, his back arched hard and his legs shaking as Miles pressed the wand against his cock harder, as he whimpered and begged for relief but only got a harsh smack to his ass. Another, slightly more convincing, part of Phoenix was begging to be treated with care, with tender hands that soothed out sore muscles and were kind to aching joints; with gentle praise spilling from Miles’s mouth with every roll of Phoenix’s hips, every thrust into him. Suddenly he found himself aching to be held, to be kissed so gently as fingers slid into him, to watch Miles fall apart in his lap or against his sheets, to grind against him needily and be praised for shutting off his overactive mind.
Phoenix nodded. How couldn’t he, when Miles pressed a barely-there kiss to his navel and looked at him like he was the brightest star in the sky? How couldn’t he, when Miles slowly climbed up his body, sitting so their bare hips were pressed together, and kissed gently at his neck? How couldn’t he, when the kisses turned more hungry, Miles panting against the skin and moving lower as he sucked at the sensitive flesh, leaving an angry hickey in his wake?
“Please,” he whined, his hands finding Miles’s waist and gripping it tight, fighting the instinct to buck up and try and grind against him. “C-can you still be a little mean, though? You know how much I love it.”
Miles laughed against Phoenix’s skin, biting softly at the bruise he left and earning a squeak from the man under him. He let a hand come down between the two of them, reaching low for Phoenix’s cock and running the pads of his fingers over the head.
“That I do,” he muttered, smiling as he parted from Phoenix’s neck to look down at him properly. “Do you want my hand on your throat, pup? I’ll make your busy head quiet down?”
Phoenix let out a full moan at that, Miles chuckling lowly as he wrapped his free hand around Phoenix’s throat. He removed his fingers from his cock, reaching for the wand that sat beside the two of them and bringing it closer, keeping it right next to Phoenix’s hip. Miles squeezed a bit around Phoenix’s throat, and it was like the world was reduced to just the two of them. Stillness and calm overtook Phoenix as he was given a point of focus, as the gentle hand turned bold. His brain quieted, each anxious spiral that threatened to begin shifting to admire Miles’s eyes above him, the silver-haired man smiling down at him lovingly.
“Is that what you needed, darling? A collar to make you behave?” Miles teased, and if Phoenix were standing his legs would have given out. His thighs were already shaking, trembling in a mix of anticipation and wanton need. “Now how would you like me to make you cum? My hand, my mouth, the wand, or I can fuck you.”
Phoenix’s eyes spaced out for a moment as he tried to decide, his brain just a bit too foggy for him to easily make a decision. He shut his eyes for a minute, imagining Miles’s fingers sinking inside of him, imagining his face buried between his thighs, imagining the way his body would tremble and squirm from the relentless wand against him, imagining Miles wearing the harness and fucking him into the mattress. When he opened his eyes again, expression still lost, Miles was stroking his hair and curling the ends in his fingers, smiling fondly at the natural state of Phoenix’s hair.
“I want to fuck you,” Phoenix finally said, voice scratchy and weak before he cleared his throat and repeated himself, his gaze still fixed on Miles. “A-and I want your hand. Want you to keep talking to me…”
Miles smiled, a grin that reached from ear to ear as he leaned in to kiss him fiercely. Their lips were immediately locked into a dance of passion, Phoenix grabbing at Miles’s waist and hips to try and get him to grind down, to try and feel more of his skin against him. Miles had Phoenix’s face in his hands, one snaking to the nape of his neck and gently pulling at the hair there.
“Such a needy puppy tonight, aren’t you?” Miles’s tone was velvet smooth and had Phoenix whimpering in response. “Do you want to hear me say that you’re such a good boy? That you look so pretty under me? That I can’t wait to have your cock inside me?”
“Miles– Miles please you’re just teasing now,” Phoenix protested weakly, one hand leaving Miles’s hip and grabbing at his shoulder instead, trying to pull him down closer. “Please touch me. Please I’ve been so good, I’ll be so good I just need you to make me cum.”
Miles laughed, but the air around the two of them seemed to get hotter, more humid, as his eyes darkened and he licked his lips. The tension was palpable, Phoenix still trying to pull Miles closer as the taller man hovered over him. He let Phoenix succeed a little bit, the whimpering man letting out a small sob of joy as he was able to pull Miles back down to kiss him again, their teeth clashing for a moment in Phoenix’s haste.
“I need you–” he groaned against Miles’s lips, his voice small and breaking in the middle of what he said. “P-please, baby. Fuck, I need it so bad, please.”
“I just like hearing you beg,” Miles replied with a grin, kissing Phoenix hard and stealing his air as he brought a hand down between his thighs. Phoenix sobbed in pleasure at the first touch to his cock, his thighs spreading with a jolt. Miles widened his own stance, hooking his knees under Phoenix’s to keep his legs spread.
His hand dipped lower, his lithe fingers passing Phoenix’s cock and running over his entrance, teasing at the hole and gathering slick to spread over his cock. Even from the quick touch to his hole, Miles could feel Phoenix’s cunt pulsing with want, desperate for something inside of him, something to fill him up. Miles toyed with Phoenix’s cock some more, alternating between teasing at the head and running languid circles around the bud, before dipping his fingers back to his dripping cunt.
“Are you sure you want to fuck me? You’re so wet and needy, I wouldn’t need any lube to slide inside of you right now,” Miles taunted, landing a quick slap to the whole of Phoenix’s cunt and making him moan loudly. “Or maybe I could fuck you without the strap, just tease you with my cock until you beg for more, for me to fill you with something bigger, for me to fill you with my cum.”
Phoenix hadn’t been quiet since Miles had started talking, and he certainly wasn’t about to start getting quiet now. His moans only grew in volume and intensity as Miles easily slipped two fingers inside of him, his eyes rolling back as he cried out.
“P-please–! I-I’ll do whatever you want, just need to be a good puppy for you,” Phoenix groaned, insistently grinding his hips down onto Miles’s fingers, trying to get more and deeper. “Yours, f-fuck, Miles, I’m yours–”
“Oh, that’s right, puppy,” Miles purred, his lips ghosting over Phoenix’s ear as he crooked his fingers this way and that, curling them against his tight, clenching walls. “You’re such a good puppy for me, all mine! Can you tell me what else you are?”
Phoenix bit his lip hard, the sting of pain only making his hips buck harder. He wracked his brain – or what was left of it – for what Miles could mean, for what he could be expected to say. He came up blank.
He looked up at Miles with desperate eyes, his expression needy and almost worried as he squirmed and shook under him. Miles kissed him tenderly, licking into his mouth and tasting the unique taste of Phoenix.
“What else are you, darling?” Miles asked again, his voice low and sultry against Phoenix’s lips.
“I-I’m pathetic,” Phoenix tried, his voice trembling though the source of his trepidation unclear. Miles shook his head with gentle eyes, crooking his fingers differently and immediately hitting Phoenix’s sweet spot. “Fuck–!”
“That’s not right, puppy. You’re not pathetic, you’re just needy. There is no shame in being needy,” Miles corrected, pressing a kiss to Phoenix’s lips as he cried out. “Try again, pup.”
Phoenix whimpered like a kicked dog, and he might as well have been. He pulled Miles closer again, clinging to him for dear life and wrapping one leg around his waist trying to get his fingers deeper.
“I-I’m… I’m good?” He tried again, Miles rewarding him with a third finger teasing at his cunt.
“That’s it, puppy~ You’re so good, such a good boy for me,” he praised, kissing Phoenix deeply, though not roughly. He pulled away, reaching for the wand with his other hand and causing Phoenix to whine in protest. “Oh? Do you want your collar again?”
Phoenix nodded, his tongue nearly sticking out with how hard he was panting. Miles chuckled and grabbed the wand anyway, finding one of Phoenix’s hands and having him hold it.
“I want you to put this against your cock,” he instructed, Phoenix pressing the toy to himself immediately. “Good boy. Now click it twice, and don’t move it off of yourself until I say you can.”
Phoenix turned on the toy, crying out as the vibrations immediately pressed deep against his cock, rumbling to his core. Obediently, he clicked it another time, turning up the intensity and ripping a deep, desperate moan from his chest. He was rewarded with Miles’s hand around his throat again, squeezing in just the right way to give Phoenix the pressure he so craved.
“Keep going, puppy. You’re good, you’re mine, what else are you?” Miles asked, third finger joining the other two as he pet Phoenix’s walls with the practiced aim of an archer.
“Miles– G-gonna cum,” Phoenix moaned, his back arching off the bed as he relished in the overwhelming sensations of Miles’s expert fingers and the relentless vibrations against him. “Please please please–”
“Not just yet, darling. Tell me what else you are, then you get to cum.” Miles grinned devilishly, dipping his head to mouth against Phoenix’s neck. “Only puppies who listen well get rewards.”
“No no no please I need it–” Phoenix whined, his hips squirming and shifting as he approached his climax far too soon for Miles’s liking.
“I said no,” Miles growled, his grip on Phoenix’s throat tightening and his fingers curling harshly. “Tell me what you are, Phoenix. I want you to hear it.”
Phoenix cried out again, holding back his orgasm as best he could while hearing Miles scold him.
“F-f-fuck– I-I don’t k-know what to say–” Phoenix pleaded, tears beading in his eyes as he tried to look at Miles, the taller man’s head ducked into his neck as he nibbled and sucked at the sensitive skin.
“That’s okay,” Miles purred, his tone a distinct shift from his earlier growl. “Let me tell you what to say, and then you can cum for me.”
“Please– P-please Miles I can be good I promise–”
“I know, darling. I know you can be good,” Miles said, kissing each word into Phoenix’s skin. He could feel his wrist begin to burn, the insistent curling of his fingers making their repetition known to his muscles, but he couldn’t care less. Not when Phoenix was moaning so beautifully, so close to crying from pleasure, his body thrashing and spasming in jolts of molten-hot ecstasy.
“Repeat after me, pup: I’m a good slut,” Miles directed, and he could feel Phoenix clench around him as he tried to hold off on cumming at just being called a slut.
“I-I’m a good slut– Fuck–” Phoenix repeated, trying not to thrash away from Miles as the vibrator became almost too much against him in the best way.
“Good boy. I deserve this,” Miles said this time, planting a wet kiss to the side of Phoenix’s jaw.
“I-I deserve this,” he repeated again, a tear falling from his eye and rolling down his cheek.
“I’m enough.”
Phoenix caught Miles’s eyes this time, pausing for a moment that seemed to stretch forever. He was caught.
“I-I’m… I’m e-enough–” He grit out between his teeth, but Miles cocked an eyebrow. Not good enough. “I’m e-enough.” Clearer this time, earning him a smile.
“Good boy, very good boy. Cum for me, puppy. I want to feel you,” Miles praised, kissing Phoenix hard and squeezing his throat a bit tighter, watching as his legs trembled like leaves and his head fell back, back arching and hands grasping at whatever they could hold.
“F-fuck–! M-Miles!” Phoenix moaned, his cock twitching against the wand before he came like a fountain, his walls squeezing Miles’s fingers in a death grip, his legs shaking and body thrashing as his muscles rapidly clenched. Phoenix never came like Miles did, with the ease with which the prosecutor was made to soak the sheets, but he did cum like a vision – his head tossed back, his hair fanning around him, his back arched like a professional and his pussy begging for more, begging to be full.
Coming down slightly, he went to move the wand off of himself, but Miles tutted.
“Again, pup. I want you to cum again for me,” Miles said, his voice dark and low as he looked at Phoenix’s flushed, sweaty face. “You’re so beautiful. You’re gorgeous when you cum like that, puppy. Come on, one more for me. You can do it, darling.”
Miles’s fingers didn’t stop, diving deeper, curling harder, angling differently to make Phoenix see stars.
“C-can’t– So much–” Phoenix bit his lip between his teeth again, his voice and moans muffled.
“Yes you can, I know you can,” Miles corrected, using his grip on Phoenix’s neck to pull him in for another bruising kiss. “Cum for me like the slut you are, puppy.”
That did Phoenix in, his legs locking and his pussy gripping Miles’s fingers like a vice, his voice cracking as he moaned into Miles’s mouth, pushing the wand hard against his cock to ride out his second orgasm. Miles could feel the viscous white pooling around his fingers, dripping down his palm as Phoenix rode his fingers through his high.
“Good boy, such a good pup for me. That’s it, just like that ride through it, darling,” Miles cooed, his kisses turning softer as Phoenix’s chest stuttered and tears rolled down his cheeks. “Deserve everything I give you– More than that, you deserve everything, puppy. So good for me, that’s it, dear.”
Gently, Miles’s hand moved from Phoenix’s neck to move the vibrator off of him, his cock visibly twitching and pulsing in the aftershocks. He easily turned it off, tossing it back to the towel and using his now-free hand to rub circles over his heart.
“Just relax, darling. Just float for me,” Miles whispered, helping Phoenix turn onto his side and holding him close, cradling him to his chest as he caught his breath and came back to reality. Slowly, Miles removed his fingers, Phoenix moaning low and long at the motion before sniffling into Miles’s tits. “Just breathe. I’m not going anywhere, puppy. You did so good for me. Precious pup.”
Phoenix was floating in his mind, his body untethered and his head drifting away from him as he laid in Miles’s arms, naked and sweaty. He remembered the next 20 minutes in vignettes, in moments of light and shadow in between him closing his eyes. He could feel the tears running down his face, his chest heaving and burning from lack of air. He didn’t remember how it happened but at some point he was sitting up, held in Miles’s lap and draped over his chest and shoulders as the taller man petted his back and hair, kissing his forehead and cheeks. Overwhelmingly, Phoenix remembered the warmth of the afterglow, the comfort and safety and love of Miles, holding and cradling him, whispering and talking to him, even if he didn’t respond.
20 minutes passed before Phoenix could respond coherently, but Miles rocked him gently in his arms regardless, admiring the softness of his fucked-out features, carefully wrapping his loose curls around his fingers.
“Hey,” Phoenix groaned, nosing at Miles’s jaw and relishing in the warmth that spread over him as Miles chuckled sweetly, his laugh like rain washing Phoenix of any fear or doubt.
“Hello, my love,” Miles purred, barely loud enough to break the tranquility of the room, of the two men holding each other tightly on Phoenix’s bed. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. Good,” Phoenix mumbled back, flexing his hands against Miles’s pale skin, scratching at his back. “Love you. I needed that.”
“I love you too,” Miles sighed happily, leaning into Phoenix’s touches. There was a little while of comfortable silence, Phoenix adjusting himself and Miles letting his boyfriend’s fingers dance over his skin, tickling at his spine.
“You know we don’t have to be done,” Phoenix suddenly said, earning a little noise from deep in Miles’s chest.
“We don’t have to, but you seemed rather complete, if I do say so myself,” he chuckled, kissing the top of Phoenix’s head.
“Well you didn’t cum yet,” Phoenix shot back, pulling Miles closer again by his bare waist.
“And how do you know I–”
“If I don’t touch you, you only cum from eating me out. And you didn’t do that. You also always soak the sheets, so without a wet spot on my comforter I can confidently say that you didn’t cum,” Phoenix interrupted, smirking up at Miles with a confidence he hadn’t bore in at least 6 months. “And, you weren’t nearly sappy enough to have cum. You always start saying sweet things and loving on me when you’re close.”
Miles was nearly shaking in his joyous frustration – his ire focused on Phoenix’s stupidly good ability to predict and identify his habits rather than any actual upset. He fought back a smile, the corners of his mouth fighting against his will as they tried to spread wide across his cheeks. Eventually, he relented, smiling at Phoenix and leaning in to kiss his forehead.
“Would you like to keep going, love? It is only if you wish to continue, I’m fine to only pleasure you,” Miles said, pushing some of Phoenix’s hair behind his ear, his fingers lingering along the side of his jaw.
“I said I was gonna fuck you earlier, right?” Phoenix grinned wide, a slightly manic look in his eyes that Miles wished oh so badly to knock out of him.
“Patience, pup,” he scolded, and Phoenix backed down a bit. His imaginary tail was wagging wildly as he sat, trying to find his way back into his previous headspace. “I’m going to need some prep, am I not? Why don’t you get between my thighs and get back to being my perfect puppy?”
Phoenix almost felt like his brain was plummeting down an elevator shaft as he sank from his cocky and confident air to his established place between Miles’s thighs. He slowly slinked between his legs, lifting the prosecutor’s hips to move the towel under him as he laid on his stomach, his hands bracketing Miles’s hips. Phoenix kissed Miles's inner thigh, keeping eye contact with him and watching his slow breathing catch in his throat at the vision of him needy between his legs. Phoenix wouldn’t stop looking up at him, even as he inched closer and closer to the needy heat at the apex of his thighs and spread Miles’s lips with two delicate fingers.
“Mmh, I’ve missed this,” Miles groaned, half under his breath and most definitely more tender than he intended it to be, as evidenced by the deep inhale he took to try and mask his affection.
“Me too,” Phoenix murmured, even though he knew Miles wasn’t speaking to him. The prosecutor’s eyes met his quickly, the highs of Miles’s cheeks painted a flushed red and his eyes wide in sternness before he got a proper look at Phoenix – eyes droopy and needy, mouth practically watering, slight stubble just barely visible enough to make Miles yearn for the delicate sting of beardburn on his thighs, ass arched into the air in excitement behind his head, lip quivering in vulnerable hesitation. Miles reached down to his curls, petting his head gently as he softened visibly, the small of his back meeting the bed.
“Ask for what you need, puppy,” Miles whispered, his eyes not leaving Phoenix’s.
“Please,” Phoenix whimpered, his voice cracking as he raised himself to rest his chin on Miles’s stomach. “Please can I suck your cock? I’ll be so good for you. I-I’ll be such a good slut for you baby I promise.”
“I know you will be,” Miles purred, petting Phoenix’s cheek. “Go ahead, puppy. You deserve a treat for being such a good boy.”
Phoenix dove in to Miles’s cunt with a ravenous hunger, immediately lapping at the taller man’s cunt like it was the nectar of the gods, groaning at the taste. He expertly ran his tongue up the underside of Miles’s cock, smiling wide and burying his face deeper into him as Miles keened loudly, practically wailing. His hands frantically searched for purchase in Phoenix’s loose curls, his legs scrambling to close around his skull needily. Phoenix’s only reaction was to lick from cunt to cock, sucking the bud into his mouth and lavishing it with attention.
“Fuck– Phoenix–!” Miles cried, his back arching off the bed as he lurched towards his boyfriend, every extremity drawn to Phoenix like he were Miles’s center of gravity. “Oh my God it’s so good– S-so good, puppy–”
Miles’s eyebrows were drawn tight together, his eyes squeezed shut and his lower lip bitten between his teeth, his jaw clenched and trembling. Phoenix didn’t take his eyes off of him, watching his steady face contort in pleasure as he ravenously ate him out. Each breath that Miles took was accompanied by a desperate whimper, high and reedy in comparison to his usual velvet tone.
“P-Phoenix, puppy, more, please–” Miles whimpered, trying to relax back against the mattress but writhing in overwhelming pleasure. And the two of them continued that rhythm for a while more, Phoenix listening dutifully and beautifully to Miles’s desperate whimpers and pleading, to his needy hands directing his head, to each arch and twitch of his lanky body. He was buried three fingers deep into Miles’s cunt by the time the prosecutor pulled his hair hard and nearly screamed in pleasure, his grip tight on Phoenix as he forced him to stay on just the right spot on his cock.
“Oh God I’m gonna cum,” Miles babbled, his knees falling apart as he tried to feel Phoenix harder and deeper against him. “F-fuck me, pup– Such a good boy you’re such a good boy, make me cum please Phoenix–”
Phoenix hooked his fingers just right inside of Miles and suddenly the taller man was thrashing against the sheets, his cunt gushing around Phoenix’s fingers as he squirted over his boyfriend’s face and arm, his wanton moans and whimpers reaching a fever pitch as he babbled nonsensically about how much he loved him. And Phoenix’s heart felt full.
He pulled his mouth away from Miles’s cock, looking up at him and his heaving chest before carefully crawling up his torso, three fingers still deep in his cunt, reacting to every twitch and flutter of his walls. Phoenix kissed up to Miles’s neck, moving to his shoulder and kissing gently before biting softly, with the force necessary to bite into a peach. Miles moaned lowly, still coming down from his high but tangling a hand into the back of Phoenix’s hair, holding him to his shoulder in consent.
“N-need to mark me, pup? Let anyone who sees me know I’m yours?” Miles teased, his voice still wavering in exertion and breaking as Phoenix slipped his fingers out of his cunt. “Fuck… So good, Phoenix. So perfect for me, pretty pup.”
“Mine,” Phoenix huffed, biting harder at Miles’s shoulder and leaving a slight red mark, though not deep enough for his preference. “I’m yours… Can I fuck you now? Want you to squirt around my cock…”
Miles’s face was nearing the colour of his usual suit as Phoenix spoke, his eyes widening as he carefully pulled his boyfriend up to his face.
“I suppose you did a good enough job to deserve it,” he teased, his voice low and almost nervous in the inches between his and Phoenix’s lips. “But I need to make sure you do it correctly. Get one of your ties for me, love.”
Without a second thought Phoenix was rolling off of Miles and messily rummaging through his drawer, pulling out an old tie that he had worn an approximate total of five times. He turned back to Miles, showing him the tie in his hands. Miles shook his head in disapproval, crossing his bare legs in a show of dominance even as he laid naked on Phoenix’s bed. He searched for another tie, this time coming back with his old reliable – the tie he had worn once upon a time, back when his word meant something. Back when he was something. Back when he and Miles were resigned to storage closet trysts and drunken fumbling, back when he could be loved.
“That’s the one, pup. Come.” Miles whistled like he had been training dogs his whole life, and Phoenix listened like he had never known anything but. Phoenix began to walk back to him with the tie in his hand, but Miles tutted disapprovingly. “Do puppies walk? Or have hands to hold things, for that matter?”
Phoenix could feel his face begin to burn.
Nonetheless, the once-great Ace Attorney dropped to his knees, holding eye contact with Miles, and placed the loose tie between his teeth. And he crawled like a dog, slow and ashamed with his tail between his legs, all the way to Miles’s bedside. When he reached him, he sat back on his heels, his hands between his spread knees and his back straight.
He felt ridiculous.
“Such a good boy,” Miles purred, and most of the shame melted away under his loving gaze. “Come up here, darling. I need to get your leash on you.”
Suddenly, everything clicked for Phoenix. And when it did, his excitement and simultaneous embarrassment grew exponentially as he clambered onto the bed with little grace. He kneeled again beside Miles, the prosecutor chuckling as he threaded fingers into his hair again, taking the tie from his mouth and pulling Phoenix forward into a teasing and lingering kiss. Phoenix melted all over again.
“Such a needy pup,” Miles growled, nipping gently at Phoenix’s lips and relishing in his pathetic whimpers. “But oh so good at listening to instructions. So well trained~ Isn’t that right, love?”
Phoenix wanted to say something, say thank you, say he loved Miles, say he needed him – but he stayed quiet aside from his little whines and whimpers, because he knew that puppies didn’t talk. He just looked desperately at Miles, trying to be good, trying not to move or make any noise without permission, trying his damndest to be a good puppy. He didn’t even notice Miles saying his name the first few times, with how hard he was focusing on being good.
“–nix? Phoenix, darling, where are you?” Miles was cupping his cheek, looking down at him with tender affection that could have torn Phoenix’s heart in two. His hand was so soft as he cupped Phoenix’s face, the former attorney whimpering softly as he looked up at Miles’s worried expression. “Sweet boy, what’s wrong?” It was then that Phoenix noticed the dampness on his cheeks, the tears that Miles was wiping away with his thumb.
Still, he didn’t speak.
“Phoenix, I need you to talk to me, love.” Miles’s voice was gaining a harsher edge, though one of concern and slight desperation. Phoenix looked up at him, confused and so scared that this was all over. “It’s alright. You’ve done so well for me, dear. Just tell me what’s wrong.”
The only problem with that is that Phoenix wasn’t sure what was wrong, either.
When he spoke, his throat felt raw and unfamiliar, like his voice hadn’t been used in hours.
“Just… need to be good for you. P-puppies don’t talk, right?” He admitted, and a wave of recognition and understanding washed over Miles’s face.
“But I love it when my puppy talks,” he whispered, pulling Phoenix closer to him and sitting up fully. “I know you want to be good for me, but being good includes taking care of yourself. Come here.”
Miles’s arms wrapped carefully around Phoenix, and he was easily shifting to be held in the prosecutor’s lap, whimpering softly.
“I love you. I’m sorry if the tie… triggered something,” Miles murmured, pressing tender kisses to Phoenix’s tear-damp skin. “We don’t need to use it.”
Phoenix audibly pouted at that.
“Phoenix,” Miles suddenly scolded, gentle though firm as he held the tie in his hand. “If you slipped this far into a headspace just from crawling and carrying this, I would rather not use it tonight. I told you I would take care of you, did I not?”
Meeting his eyes, Phoenix searched for any sign of true anger or frustration, but only found concern and chest-bursting affection as he placed the tie on the nightstand. He nodded, and Miles’s sharp edges softened as he smiled.
“There’s my good boy,” he praised, and Phoenix moaned softly, burying his face in Miles’s neck. “What’s your colour, sweet pup?”
“Green– Green, please Miles.” Phoenix was quick to answer, his hands almost trembling with how hard he was holding back. “Need you.”
“I know, I know, darling,” Miles shushed, gently holding Phoenix’s head by the nape of his neck and pulling him up for a delicate kiss, still tasting himself on Phoenix’s tongue and lips. “Such a sweet boy for me. So good at listening, at letting go and letting me take control.”
Phoenix sure didn’t feel like he was good at letting go, but he didn’t fight. He could be good. He could be good for Miles.
“Yours–” he gasped against Miles’s lips, kissing him like it was the air he needed to breathe, like it was the last thing he would ever taste. “M’yours, all yours baby–”
“Mine–” Miles groaned, kissing Phoenix hard as the shorter man straddled his lap, his hands roaming over milky-white skin. “My boy, my pup, my love–”
Phoenix whimpered, his head spinning as he made out messily with his love, with the man that could tear him apart and piece him back together effortlessly. His hands grasped needily at whatever they could find, at tousled hair and chiseled back muscles and hip dips and thighs, at biceps and a hickey-covered neck and and and. Everywhere his hands could reach, Phoenix touched, claimed, grasped. He felt pathetic and needy and oh so whole, Miles holding his thighs and hips in a vice grip that was sure to leave lovely finger-shaped bruises.
Eventually, Phoenix reached for the strap, not parting from the dizzying kiss. Miles’s hand grabbed his wrist.
“No–” he gasped, and Phoenix was hit square in the chest with something so fond it scared him. Miles was the picture of debauched pleasure; red high on his cheeks and across his face, all the way down to his pert nipples; his usually immaculate hair tousled and messy, his bangs falling in his gorgeous eyes; his pupils blown so wide that only a sliver of the familiar steely-grey remained; his breaths coming in fast and ragged, his mouth curled upwards in a satisfied smile, his temples damp with sweat that Phoenix absentmindedly wished to lick off of him. He was perfect.
“W-what’s wrong?” Phoenix asked, and Miles bit his plump lower lip, kiss-bruised and practically glowing in red arousal.
“I don’t want the strap. I want your cock,” Miles mumbled, avoiding Phoenix’s eyes before meeting them with grave severity. “You wanted me to– t-to… squirt around your cock. I-I want it too. Please.”
Phoenix must have died. He must have had a heart attack and this must have been God’s final cruel trick before he faded into the ether. He kissed Miles hard enough to hurt, just to make sure it was real.
And by God was it.
“P-Phoenix please– Please I need you inside me, pup–” Miles pleaded, and Phoenix moaned with an intensity that shook the walls.
“God, I’ve wanted this for so long– A-are you sure I’m big enough? I know you like it deep, I might not be able t–MMPH–!” Miles kissed him so hard even his brain shut up for a minute, and that was all that Phoenix needed to know that his lover was serious.
He clambered off of Miles’s lap, the prosecutor whimpering at the loss before his legs were unceremoniously hoisted up to his chest, his knees pressing to his pecs. Phoenix would forever thank whatever made Miles decide to take up flexibility training, especially when it could be used like this.
With his knees spread and to his chest, Phoenix could see every inch of Miles’s dripping cunt, his cock twitching and hole pulsing around nothing in pure, desperate need. He got his own knees to the sides of Miles’s hips, their pelvises pushed together from just the position needed for Phoenix to penetrate him. The prosecutor moaned softly, and Phoenix looked up to get a glimpse of Miles watching both of their cocks, his mouth parted and eyes lidded with feral desire. His arms held his legs up against him, elbows hooked under his knees to keep himself wide open for Phoenix.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Phoenix whispered, and he wasn’t sure if it was meant to be heard by anyone other than himself but he couldn’t complain when Miles moaned so sweetly at the simple praise. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby– Gonna fuck you stupid.”
With that, Phoenix gripped Miles’s hips and carefully aligned himself, the head of his t-dick gently pressing against Miles’s twitching hole. Miles had been right, Phoenix was definitely big enough for this to work. In the back of his mind, Phoenix wondered how much better this could be if he finally buckled down on getting that partial metoidioplasty he’d been thinking about.
He pushed in, and the moan that Miles let out almost sent Phoenix over the edge immediately.
“Good boy–” Miles groaned, his voice pitching up and betraying his usually collected demeanor. “F-fuck me, oh God you feel so good inside me–”
Phoenix beamed. He loved making Miles like this, hearing his careful, fancy words slip away as he turned into a pleading mess under him. That once unshakeable image of the Demon Prosecutor long gone, now just a whimpering man being fucked senseless by his boyfriend.
“Kiss me–” Miles moaned, unable to reach for Phoenix’s head himself but not needing to as the man dove towards his lips. “So good, puppy– Rut into me like that, just like that–”
“I love you,” Phoenix moaned against Miles’s lips, the noises almost immediately swallowed as Miles shoved his tongue into Phoenix’s mouth, searching for the unique taste of Phoenix. As he was kissed headily, he kept thrusting into Miles, holding his hips in a death grip as he ground against him again and again. Miles pulled away for air after a moment, and dear God did he look wrecked.
“I love you,” Phoenix repeated, and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever meant it more.
“I love you too, so much– Fuck–!” Miles groaned, and Phoenix could feel his heart swell in his chest. “S-such a good puppy– H-harder, fuck me harder–”
Phoenix listened easily.
Hips slapped against hips, the only sounds in the bedroom the meeting of skin, the deep moans from both men, and the obscenely wet sounds coming from Miles. Phoenix’s cock twitched at every thrust, the sensation almost too good, almost too much, but just on the right side of overstimulating. Miles was babbling again, gentle praise and needy pleas leaving his mouth with every thrust, every snap of Phoenix’s hips. Before long, his back was arching off the bed and his thighs trembled, his peak oh so close.
“T-touch me– Please I’m so close Phoenix I need to cum–” Miles pleaded, his eyes rolled back in pleasure as Phoenix immediately moved a hand from his hip, his thumb running tight and fast circles over the head of Miles’s cock, sending him crashing over the edge. And Phoenix had never felt anything like it.
The tight heat of Miles’s cunt was so much around his cock, his pulsing walls seeming to beckon his orgasm forth like a command. Sure, they had experimented with something similar to this before, their cocks pressed together as they ground against each other, but this was different in an entirely unexpected way. Phoenix could feel Miles around him, around his cock, and he could feel each nerve illuminate with white-hot pleasure as Miles came around him, squirting over his cock just as promised.
“Fuck, baby,” was all Phoenix could think to say, the wind nearly knocked out of him as Miles whimpered and writhed beneath him.
“D-don’t stop– M-more more please–” Miles was needy, begging, pleading with Phoenix and he could never deny his love. He kept going. “I n-need you to cum inside me– F-fuck me full of you, of your cum, of your pups–”
Phoenix’s hips stuttered at that, at Miles’s filthy words, so out of character for the poised prosecutor that it only made Phoenix love him more. He redoubled his efforts, thrusting harder and faster into him, rubbing his dick quickly and not giving Miles even a moment to calm down from his first orgasm before vaulting him into another one.
Phoenix’s head was in Miles’s neck, now. He was panting hard, his legs aching in protest but he didn’t care, he needed Miles to cum again, one more time, and he needed to cum inside of him. He licked obscenely at Miles’s neck and the man whined high in his throat, his open-mouthed pants now coming out closer to sobs of pleasure.
“Gonna cum inside you– F-fill you up–” Phoenix groaned, holding back his own impending release until Miles came again. “One more, please just cum again and I’ll fill you with my pups, breed you full–”
That had Miles screaming, his cunt gushing as he arched so hard he almost lifted Phoenix, his legs shaking like leaves.
“Please!” He cried, his non-stop moans filling the room. “B-breed me, make me your bitch–”
Phoenix came instantly, biting down on Miles’s shoulder to muffle his cry of pleasure as he came inside of his boyfriend, just like he asked. His vision whited out, his ears ringing as he slowed his thrusts and just ground against Miles, completely unaware of anything happening around him.
By the time he came back to, Miles already had his hands in his hair, massaging his scalp and whispering gently to him. Phoenix mumbled something unintelligible against Miles’s skin, and the prosecutor laughed gently.
“Hello, lovely,” Miles purred, and his voice was scratchy and rough and all the things that Phoenix loved to hear. “How was your nap?”
“Fuck, how long was I out?” He asked, groaning and trying to separate from Miles but finding himself trapped by a blanket over the two of them. “How did you get this on us?”
“Don’t worry, puppy. I quite enjoyed having you atop me, even if you were mostly asleep,” Miles purred, the noise rumbling through his chest and setting Phoenix’s heart on fire. “Want to stay like this a while longer?”
“M’sticky–” Phoenix mumbled, but still he flopped back onto Miles’s chest. “Want me to clean us up?”
“Yes, I’m not sure if my legs will hold me up quite yet,” Miles chuckled, and Phoenix felt a mix of pride and embarrassment. He shuffled around for a bit, eventually slipping out of bed and fetching damp cloths for both him and Miles. He returned to find his lover still lying there, his eyes closed in sweet bliss and his legs open. Phoenix gently climbed on top of him again, and kissed his knee sweetly before bringing the cloth to Miles’s thighs, carefully and slowly wiping him down.
Miles returned the favour, once Phoenix was finished, and the two tossed the cloths to the floor and wrapped up in each other’s arms once again, Phoenix resting his head on Miles’s chest.
“Thank you,” he eventually said, his voice small and tired, even after his nap.
“Of course, darling,” Miles responded, even without Phoenix saying what he was thankful for. A comfortable silence washed over the two of them for a while, before Miles spoke again.
“I love you. And I’d never think less of you for asking for help, dear.”
Phoenix stayed silent for a moment.
“I want to be better. For you, for me, for Trucy,” he whispered, like any volume louder would be too much to bear. “I just… I don’t want to rely on you, Miles. I-I can’t ask you to do everything for me.”
“You’re not,” Miles replied plainly, squeezing Phoenix closer to him. “I’m here because I want to be, Phoenix. After everything we’ve gone through… everything I’ve put you through… It’s the least I owe you. To be here. To stay when you need me.”
Silence, again. Longer, this time.
“I love you,” Phoenix sniffled, holding back tears.
“I love you too,” Miles said, pressing a kiss to Phoenix’s hair. “More than you’ll ever know, darling. Now get some rest.”