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Miles isn’t quite sure how this happened.
One moment just minutes prior he had been asking Phoenix to leave, certain that his heart had broken into several pieces on the floor—believing that the man he had written about under a persona didn’t simply despise his works, but also knew they were about him.
And now, Phoenix is cradling his face with his hand, causing a hope he had once buried rise within him.
“Miles,” Phoenix softly utters out, causing Miles to open his eyes at the sound of his name. It sounds absolutely heavenly coming from the man, a symphony from the gods themselves. “Don’t you get it?” Miles looks into beautiful, dazzling ocean-earth eyes and he’s quite certain he can get lost in their colorful abyss. Phoenix gently strokes Miles’s face with his thumb. “I’m in love with you. I have been for a while.”
Those words coming from Phoenix steal Miles’s breath away immediately.
After everything that he’s done in life, after all the atrocities he has committed—Miles never in his life expected anything to come out of his overwhelming feelings. He had come to terms with the facts—that no matter how much Phoenix Wright would care for him, it would never be in the way he truly wants.
The intensity of his feelings had been so great—and they remain so, if he were to be truthful—that his therapist suggested he turn to some sort of creative outlet to ease the power of them. Thus, he turned to poetry.
It was simply a way to get his feelings out—the feelings that he had been so sure were one-sided, until now.
Miles lets out a shaky breath, raising his hand to touch the one that’s resting on his cheek. “You…Truly?”
“I do. I love you so much it drives me insane, Miles.” He suppresses the shudder that threatens to break the surface when Phoenix says his name. Phoenix starts to lean into Miles’s space.
“I believe I know the feeling,” Miles says, slightly breathless. He can’t stop himself from glancing at Phoenix’s lips, wetting his own at the sight of them—at the sight of Phoenix, so close and finally within reach.
Phoenix’s eyes twinkle mischievously as his mouth turns into a smirk. “Insane enough to write a book of poetry—”
“Phoenix?”
“Yes?” The man in question asks, his breath ghosting upon Miles’s lips.
“Do shut up.”
“Make me.”
And then Miles’s lips are on Phoenix’s, and he finds that for a moment, all his thoughts cease to exist. All that matters is the way Phoenix is kissing him, the way he feels, the way he tastes, the way that Phoenix feels the same.
Phoenix swipes his tongue over Miles’s bottom lip and there’s no deity or godly force that could have stopped the needy little noise that escapes his mouth. Phoenix brings his hands to his face to tilt Miles’s head, to cradle his face, and the only thing in his mind is Phoenix Phoenix Phoenix.
The kiss grows deeper and deeper until finally Phoenix climbs over him and straddles him, and Miles feels warmth pool in his gut. He wants to get as close as possible to Phoenix—wants to practically crawl inside his body if it were possible. He wraps his arms around Phoenix’s back as Phoenix presses his lips against Miles’s once again, kissing him with a fervor that makes his skin burn with want.
Phoenix nips at his lip, causing Miles to moan and rock his hips up into Phoenix. They both freeze.
“Perhaps we should—”
“Miles.”
The way Phoenix says his name combined with the way he’s looking at Miles is a lethal combination that causes a twitch down below.
“Miles,” Phoenix repeats, “What do you want?”
He barely hesitates. “You. All I want is you.”
Phoenix curses under his breath and drags Miles back into a feverishly hot kiss, shifting his body slightly and Miles feels something hard press against his body. He moans into the kiss, grinding against Phoenix.
“Fuck, Miles,” Phoenix gasps in between searing kisses, “I need you so bad, I need—”
“Phoenix, please—”
Perhaps if it were any other time where Miles had more brain cells working than he does at the current moment, he would notice that they’re both still in their clothes. And distantly he does notice, but decides he doesn’t care in the slightest. All he cares about is the delicious friction against their bodies, how it feels to rock his hips into Phoenix, to hear him gasp and moan his name right by his ear, how it’ll feel when Phoenix comes completely undone with pleasure.
Phoenix starts kissing down his jaw to his neck, sucking marks on his skin that’ll surely bruise, and Miles lets out a moan thinking about how Phoenix is marking him, claiming him.
“So good,” Phoenix murmurs into his skin as his hips continue to thrust against Miles’s body, the pace and intensity increasing. “You feel so good, Miles—”
Miles lets out an embarrassing noise at the praise, clutching tighter at Phoenix’s back. He starts rutting his hips even faster into Phoenix, an animalistic urge taking over him as he feels the coil within him grow tighter and tighter.
“Wanna hear you,” Phoenix gasps in between heavy breaths, resting his forehead against Miles’s. “Wanna hear you lose it, Miles, wanna hear your pretty little voice as you come, wanna hear you say my name—”
“Phoenix, Phoenix—”
“Yeah, just like that,” Phoenix praises. He lets out a moan. “I’m close, I’m so close, Miles, fuck—”
Miles feels himself getting close too, his body teetering towards the edge. “God, Phoenix—do it, come for me, come for me—”
And it’s as if Phoenix was waiting for the command because he immediately tilts his head back and lets out a cry that Miles will replay in his head for days.
Miles lets out a sound that’s close to a growl, grasping Phoenix closer and rocking his hips like a wild animal. “Mine,” he pants, “Phoenix—my Phoenix—my lovely, gorgeous, wonderful—”
The words die as he comes with a whine while holding Phoenix close, continuing to rock his body through the aftershocks, hearing Phoenix pant in his ear. His hips start to slow and Phoenix sinks his body against Miles’s, the two of them holding each other close.
They both continue to breathe heavily, basking in the aftermath for a few more moments.
“I love you, Miles.” Phoenix says against the crook of his neck. Miles holds him closer.
“I love you too, Phoenix.” Miles replies softly. He raises his hand to card his fingers through Phoenix’s hair, simply embracing the moment.
He feels Phoenix’s body shaking with laughter, and Phoenix backs away a bit to see Miles’s face better. His laughter has always been infectious—reminding Miles of the very sun itself, somehow. Miles smiles back at him. “What on Earth is so funny?”
Phoenix’s laughter dies, turning into a soft smile with gentle eyes to match. “Is it everything you’ve dreamed of?” He asks, looking up to where Miles is still stroking his hair. “Longing to spread my fingers between those phoenix’s fiery feathers.”
Miles glares at him, although he knows he’s too happy for it to have any bite to it. “It’s betwixt, you dimwit.” He feels his expression turn a little more teasing, a little more hungry. “And I can think of numerous places I’d like to spread my fingers in regards to you,” he says, and it comes out like a purr.
Phoenix blinks at him, a flush spreading on his skin. “Wh—Again?? How are you already—”
“I suppose you simply make me hunger in numerous ways.” He says, eyeing him like a piece of high-quality steak. “Besides,” Miles continues, smirking. “I haven’t even seen you naked yet, and I’d like to remedy that immediately.”
Fire burns behind Phoenix’s mismatched eyes. “Bedroom?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
They start at a slower pace, this time. They were highly desperate before, feeling as though all the flames of desire from years prior built up to a blazing inferno. Miles knows now that there’s no rush at all. Phoenix is here—beautiful, gorgeous Phoenix—not planning on leaving any time soon, and that is all that truly matters.
When Phoenix is finally laying bare before him, Miles is speechless.
He’s beautiful. He’s breathtaking. He’s everything I’ve dreamed of and more. He’s—
“You’re not waxing poetic in your head about me, are you?” Phoenix teases.
Miles doesn’t take the bait, climbing on top of the mattress and hovers above Phoenix’s naked form. “How could I not?” He asks, breathless. He leans down to kiss Phoenix, his hands running over Phoenix’s chest. “It would be an impossible task not to.”
Phoenix glances away, seemingly not expecting a genuine response.
He lowers himself, trailing kisses down Phoenix’s body until he gets to his cock, already hard. It’s thick and pink, dewy at the tip. Miles touches him, Phoenix hissing through his teeth.
“You’re beautiful, Phoenix. In all my dreams, I’ve never…” he trails off, an immediate surge of desire coursing through his veins. He leans down, licking a long stripe from base to tip.
“Gah—”
“Don’t hold back. The noises you make are like music to my ears, a beautiful symphony.”
Phoenix lets out an amused huff. “Wow, you really are a poet—ah, fuuuck—”
Miles cuts off Phoenix’s teasing as he takes Phoenix into his mouth, cupping his balls in one hand. His tongue licks at the underside of the head, relishing every little noise that comes out of Phoenix’s mouth.
Phoenix’s hands grip at his hair, tugging slightly. Miles moans, taking Phoenix even deeper into his mouth. He looks up at Phoenix, hungry.
Phoenix groans. “God, Miles. You’re doing so good. So good for me.”
Miles lets out a whine with Phoenix’s cock in his mouth, bobbing his head. He wants to keep seeing Phoenix losing his composure, wants to see him come absolutely undone with pleasure, wants to feel him come in his mouth, wants to taste it as Phoenix comes down his thirsty throat.
I’m certain that will fix me.
Miles doubles his efforts, swirling his tongue around the tip and taking Phoenix as deep as he can.
“Miles!” Phoenix cries out, “Holy shit—”
He starts to taste precum in his mouth, only spurring him on further.
“Oh my God—oh my God, Miles—” Phoenix gasps, “Gonna come down your throat if you don’t stop—”
Do it. Please, do it. I want to memorize the taste of you on my tongue.
Miles doesn’t stop, only having one goal on his mind.
“So good, so good, Miles, your mouth—Miles, Miles, Miles—”
Phoenix comes in his mouth with a cry and it’s heavenly. Miles savors the taste of Phoenix, continuing to suck and lick every single drop through the aftershocks.
He pulls off Phoenix, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Was that adequate?”
Phoenix looks at him as if he’s grown three heads. “Adequate!? Adequate, he says, as if he didn’t just make my brain leak from my ears with one of the best orgasms in my life.”
Miles chuckles, lying down next to Phoenix. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I know I certainly did.”
“You’re about to enjoy yourself even more, hotshot.” And before Miles can even process what he said, Phoenix is climbing over him. He gazes over Miles’s naked body, truly taking in the sight of him. Miles tries not to squirm.
“You don’t have to—”
“Are you kidding?” Phoenix asks incredulously, “I’ve been wanting to gag on your dick since I was in college.”
Miles makes an inhuman noise as his cock visibly twitches.
Phoenix laughs, radiant as always. He wastes no time, immediately taking Miles into his beautiful, perfect mouth.
“Ngggh,” Miles moans, running his fingers through Phoenix’s hair.
Phoenix’s eyes meet his, looking ravenous as he continues to take Miles deeper into his mouth, eager for it.
“Phoenix,” he groans, “that mouth of yours is—hnnngghh—sinful.”
Phoenix lets off him with a soft pop. “Fuck, Miles. You sound so fucking good.” He suckles at the tip of Miles’s cock, making him whimper. “You can even move your hips if you want.”
The image flashes in his mind in an instant—Miles thrusting his cock into Phoenix’s open and wanting mouth—and he almost comes right then and there.
“Are…” Miles starts, breathless and eyes wide. “Are you certain?’
“God, yeah. Miles, I’ve wanted this for so long, I—” Phoenix looks desperate and eager, eyes staring at him with a certain hunger. “Please. Please fuck my mouth, Miles.”
His cock visibly jolts.
Miles swallows. He’s never been harder in his life. “Very well. If you need me to stop at any time, please flick my leg.” Phoenix nods vehemently, and he takes Miles back into his mouth again.
Miles strokes Phoenix’s face lovingly and stares at him with awe. How on Earth did I become so lucky?
He starts rocking his hips experimentally into Phoenix’s mouth, relishing the feeling of the wet heat surrounding his cock. “Ph—Phoenix,” he stutters out. “You feel magnificent.”
Phoenix moans at the praise. Loudly.
Oh?
“You’re doing beautifully, Phoenix,” Miles says, stroking Phoenix’s hair. Phoenix shudders. “So good for me.”
Phoenix whimpers around his cock, and Miles can’t help but let out a growl.
He increases the pace, continuing to thrust into Phoenix’s mouth. He watches as Phoenix’s eyes roll back and he burns with desire.
He’s enjoying this as much as I am, Miles realizes.
“Beautiful,” Miles praises, pumping his hips wildly into Phoenix’s mouth, “Beautiful. Gorgeous.” He starts to feel himself inch closer and closer to his climax, “Phoenix—God, Phoenix, wonderful, wonderful Phoenix—”
The noises in the room are obscene between the sounds of wet skin slapping on skin and Phoenix’s whines, but the last straw is seeing the look in Phoenix’s eyes, the absolute love within them.
Miles thrusts once, twice, before spilling deep inside Phoenix’s mouth with a cry, nothing besides Phoenix’s name on his lips. He slowly rocks his hips in the aftershocks, and Phoenix pulls off from him after a few moments.
“Come over here at once,” Miles says, unable to contain the love within him anymore. Phoenix obliges, laying down next to him. Miles barely gives him a second before he kisses him, trying to translate all the emotions he’s currently feeling through it.
They break apart, and Phoenix looks at him like he’s something extraordinary. “I love you.”
“I love you as well,” Miles murmurs, curling his body next to Phoenix and cuddling him.
They lay like that for a bit, simply embracing each other and lying in the afterglow.
“Hey, Miles?”
“Hmm?”
“Does this mean I can get a signed copy of your book?”
Miles answers by whacking him with a pillow.