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If one were to tell Miles Edgeworth years ago that he would become quite the romantic, he would start laughing immediately and tell you to get out of his office at once.
Back then, romance was something that seemed much too frivolous to even waste time thinking about. There were no potential suitors he had been interested in—not to mention he had ridiculous piles of work to attend to.
Yes, it was quite true that there were no individuals that particularly sparked his interest—until a certain man appeared in his life once again.
Miles would be lying if he were to say it was love at first sight (since there really isn’t such a thing anyway for most individuals, except maybe Larry), but he would admit that Phoenix Wright had aged like a bold, fine wine. He was quite attractive, but Miles wouldn’t let that stop him from beating him in court.
Which, evidently, was a day that never came for quite a while.
Miles will admit that his feelings for the defense attorney were…quite complicated at certain points in his career. After the Steel Samurai case, they had gotten extremely out of hand (causing him to do some…questionable activities in his office that he’ll never admit to out loud) and became overwhelming after the man in question saved his life by defending him in court.
So, for a man who had absolutely zero experience in romance, he started pining for the man who had done so much for him. It had felt forbidden at first. He had put Phoenix on such a high pedestal that any sort of fantasizing or daydreaming had at the time felt like he was sullying something pure. It wasn’t until Miles had multiple therapy sessions that he knew he was allowed to think such things. That he wasn’t going to be punished for having those thoughts.
That being in love was okay.
He also had to learn to not put Phoenix on a pedestal. The man was human after all, and had flaws of his own. His therapist had claimed that putting another person so high above in your mind could only end in heartache, no matter what that looked like.
But still, it took Miles a long time to even think he might be capable, let alone good enough to be in a relationship with Phoenix, even in all of his fantasies. His return to Japanifornia had not gone exactly how he would have liked, but he still believed it was deserved. He had been utterly shocked when Phoenix had told him he wanted to keep in touch, but how could Miles ever say no to that? How could he ever say no to Phoenix Wright?
The point to all of this is: Miles Edgeworth had never thought in a million years that Phoenix would ever feel the same way about him. He had accepted it as fact, and never once dared to believe otherwise, even if there was a decisive amount of evidence for it.
And yet here he is, in the bed that belongs to the defense attorney himself.
The man is fast asleep, and Miles can’t help but admire how peaceful he looks. How at rest he appears, like there’s no trouble in his heart at all.
How I wish that were true.
Phoenix’s life has been a bit of a rollercoaster, really. He was becoming a quick rising-star in the legal world, destined to be a legend (and to most individuals in the legal world, he already is) only to have the ground crumbling beneath his feet all due to one single case.
Those years…Miles can’t help but regret how he could’ve been better. He could’ve been better for Phoenix.
But he supposes that doesn’t quite matter now. Not when he’s here. Not when he finally has something he’s yearned so strongly for over the course of a decade.
Last night, Phoenix confessed his feelings for him and shattered any doubt he had about his feelings not being returned. They had made love to each other, and it was somehow better than all those days and nights of daydreaming and fantasizing for something he thought he could never have.
Because he has this. He has this now, and that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?
And if it were up to Miles, he would never let this slip out of his grasp.
The man sleeping beside him suddenly stirs, heterochromatic eyes slowly opening. Miles can’t help the smile that forms on his face, the emotions that are bound to be so clear just from one glance.
“Good morning,” Miles rumbles out, his voice a bit lower from not using it for a while. “Are you aware you snore in your sleep?”
Phoenix’s face is adorably groggy and confused. “Hmm?” Miles watches as he blinks a few times, his own mouth twitching in amusement.
“I never imagined myself to be involved with someone who snores.”
Phoenix jerks slightly, alarmed, and it’s painfully cute. “Whuh??” The expression he’s wearing is something Miles could only describe as a pout.
“No, no—” He attempts to quickly reassure, reaching an arm out to cup Phoenix’s face gently. “I just mean to say…” he trails off, before staring into mismatched eyes. “It’s quite endearing.”
Phoenix positively melts into Miles’s touch, and Miles can’t help but feel as though his own tension has faded away as well.
“Oh,” Phoenix sleepily says, smiling a dopey smile. “I’m glad.”
They stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, Miles’s thumb stroking Phoenix’s face. Phoenix leans over to press a lazy kiss to his lips, which Miles returns in kind, leaning down slightly.
Suddenly, there’s a slight pain in his back, and he lets out a wince.
“Oh shit, are you okay?” Phoenix asks, adjusting himself to a more upright position out of worry. “Sorry, I should’ve warned you that the bed might not be like the ones you’re used to. It doesn’t exactly meet your standards, does it?” He asks hesitantly, wincing in sympathy.
While Phoenix is apologizing, Miles’s mind is elsewhere. He can’t help it. The man is so kind, so heartfelt, so earnest that Miles can’t help but be a fool in love. He’s so overwhelmed with these emotions, so overcome that he can’t even think to censor himself anymore.
Miles’s mouth and heart work in tandem to outrun his brain.
“I’d lower every standard of mine if it meant waking up beside you,” he whispers.
Phoenix’s eyes widen. He stares at Miles for a moment, eyes searching into his. Miles feels his heart beating faster against his ribs, wondering if he said the wrong thing, if it was too much, if he was too much.
And then Phoenix starts laughing.
He’s laughing with his eyes closed and head tilted back. It’s a sunny, summery, warm type of laugh that makes Miles feel fuzzy all over—which is exactly the reason why he doesn’t immediately start to take offense. Phoenix’s laugh is so unguarded, so free and light that he knows at once it’s not out of malice. It’s so addicting, so contagious that Miles starts to chuckle as well, despite having no understanding as to why Phoenix is laughing in the first place.
Phoenix opens his eyes, filled with nothing other than utter fondness. He lays down on his side with his head propped up on his hand and grins lazily at Miles. He’s mesmerizing. “Only you could insult my bed and say it in a way that sounds like it’s coming from a Jane Austen novel,” he murmurs.
Miles feels heat rush to his cheeks and all the way to the tips of his ears. He internally debates whether he should defend himself, but ultimately decides to double down. “I’m surprised you can read any of them,” he teases lightly, feeling a pull to the corners of his lips.
“Oh, you sweet talker you, telling me I’m illiterate,” Phoenix practically purrs despite the words themselves. “I bet you tell all the boys they can’t read.”
Unable to hide his smile, Miles leans towards Phoenix. “Only the ones I like.” He looks at Phoenix’s eyes, getting lost in the blue-brown irises. When Miles is this close he can see the constellations of freckles on Phoenix's face. He has the urge to kiss each and every one of them.
Phoenix’s eyes blow wide with faux-surprise. “Mr. Edgeworth,” he says, sounding completely scandalized. “Are you saying you like me?” He flutters his eyelashes and Miles is barely able to contain his snort.
Miles leans even closer, laying fully down on his side for a better position. He rests a hand on Phoenix’s waist, stroking with his thumb. “Against my better judgment,” he softly utters out, all his feelings bleeding into his words. All the affection, all the adoration, all the love.
Phoenix’s eyes rake across Miles’s face, until they finally settle on his lips. “Thank God for that,” his voice rumbles, before he leans in and closes the gap between them.
Miles closes his eyes as he kisses back, moving his hand to cup Phoenix’s cheek. It’s slow, tentative, exploring. Phoenix’s lips are slightly chapped but addicting all the same, and Miles lightly swipes his tongue over them, relishing in the soft noise that comes out of the other man.
It’s a complete one-eighty from the fierce, feverish kisses they exchanged the night prior. Last night was ten years of longing finally coming to a climactic finish—two worlds finally colliding into one. But now it’s gentle and steady—a reminder that they have all the time in the world to get to explore one another, to cherish one another, to love one another.
Phoenix deepens the kiss, flipping them both so that he’s on top of Miles. He nips at Miles’s lower lip before soothing it with his tongue, making a desperate noise escape from the back of Miles’s throat. Miles pulls Phoenix closer to him and moans as he feels a hardness through his sweatpants.
Phoenix stops for a moment, parting away from Miles’s lips. “O-Oh, sorry, we can stop if you want—”
Miles lifts a leg against Phoenix’s erection, making his sentence die an early death, replaced with a groan. He grinds his thigh against Phoenix’s groin, taking pleasure in the clear evidence that Phoenix wants him. “And who says I want to stop?”
It comes out as a low murmur, and Miles feels a giddiness at seeing Phoenix shivering. Heterochromatic eyes darken.
I’ll never tire of that sight.
And then Phoenix pounces back on Miles, pressing searing hot kisses down his neck and rocking his hips into him. He lets out a gasp, tilting his head back to allow Phoenix more access.
There’s a part of Miles that’s still in shock from all of this. That this is something he gets to have.
As if reading his mind, Phoenix says, “I can’t believe how lucky I am,” in between pants. When Phoenix nips at Miles’s throat, he lets out an embarrassing whine that he’ll be sure to deny later. Phoenix then immediately soothes the bite with his tongue, and all Miles can think about is that he hopes it leaves a mark. “I can’t believe that I get to have this, get to have you—” He grinds down on Miles’s leg, letting out a moan of pleasure. Miles shudders at the sound. “Fuck, Miles. Wanna ride you,” Phoenix rushes out, looking straight at him, eyes heavy with lust. “Wanna ride you so fucking bad. Can I? Please?”
And there’s a parallel to the way he says it that reminds Miles of the joy someone has when they’re finally able to get something they’ve wanted for a long time. It’s a reminder that Miles isn’t alone in this, isn’t alone in the feelings and wants that he’s practically drowning in.
Miles swallows, suddenly rendered speechless at Phoenix’s idea. “Yes,” he croaks out, nodding vehemently.
Phoenix leans in to kiss him as if saying thank you, thank you for letting me do this—and how strange it is to contemplate that Phoenix thinks Miles is doing him a favor. Regardless, Miles returns the kiss passionately, moaning as Phoenix slips his tongue in between his lips. They eventually part, a heat lingering between them.
Quickly getting up from the bed, Phoenix slips out of his sweatpants, swiftly followed by his boxers. His half-hard cock juts out in the air, slightly dewy at the tip.
Miles savors the sight and knows that he will forever become addicted to it.
He’s grateful for the fact he was much too hot to put on his regular pajamas last night, causing him to go to sleep in just his boxer briefs. Miles begins to lift his body off the bed to slip them off but is stopped by Phoenix.
“Hold on,” he says, hand touching his wrist. “I wanna try something.”
Miles holds his gaze for a moment. What do you have planned?
Nonetheless, he backs off, laying back down, but propping his head up against a pillow.
Phoenix settles in between his legs, hands on his thighs. Miles fully expects Phoenix to take his boxers off, so when he suddenly feels him mouthing at his boxers and at his clothed cock, his hips jump.
“Hah,” Miles breathes out, eyes fixed on the sight before him. Mismatched eyes stare into his very being, a certain confidence and smugness to Phoenix that makes Miles melt a bit, although he would never admit it. “I thought—I thought you wanted to—” Phoenix then rubs his face in between Miles’s legs, making him gasp. “Ngh.” Miles swallows. “I thought you wanted to ride me,” he finally is able to rush out.
Phoenix lets off of him, a curve to his sinful lips. “In all due time, Prosecutor Edgeworth.”
Then Phoenix is pulling at his boxers, not even giving Miles a moment to regain some of his brain cells before wrapping his mouth around his cock.
“Hngh!”
Phoenix closes his eyes and moans around him, seemingly appreciative of Miles’s reaction. He begins teasing Miles with his mouth, twirling his tongue around the head of his cock. Miles immediately grabs at Phoenix’s hair just on impulse, just trying to get a hold on something.
He wouldn’t do it normally, knows it’s quite rude in fact without properly discussing these things first.
But then Phoenix moans. Loudly.
He moans around a mouthful of Miles’s cock, closing his eyes, and Miles swears he almost comes right then and there at a sight like that.
Miles keeps his hand where it is, slightly tugging at Phoenix’s ridiculous hair that really shouldn’t be as soft as it is, savoring every time he hears a resulting little noise from the man.
“Phoenix,” Miles moans, closing his eyes. “God, Phoenix, you’re wonderful.”
Phoenix lets out a keen at the praise and his eyes roll back.
…Interesting.
“You’re doing marvelously, Phoenix,” Miles utters out, stroking his fingers through Phoenix’s hair. “You’re so good to me.”
There’s a whine around his cock, and Phoenix gets off with a slight pop. “Fuck, Miles, God, I need you, I need you so fucking bad, I—” He scrambles to lean over to the bedside table and reaches inside a drawer, pulling out the lube. Miles watches as Phoenix squirts a generous amount onto his hand, barely having enough time to process as the man in front of him positions himself and slides a finger in before a blink of an eye.
Miles starts to prop himself up. “Would you like me to—?”
Phoenix shakes his head. “No offense, but you’d probably prep me too long out of worry. I know what I can handle, and I need to ride you as soon as possible before I explode and die.”
Miles snorts, watching as sooner rather than later Phoenix adds another finger. “My, I wonder what’s gotten you so worked up, hmm?”
Phoenix is then adding a third finger, closing his eyes and letting out a soft groan. “Gee, I wonder.”
Miles wraps a hand around his own cock, giving teasing strokes as he watches Phoenix. There are no words to describe how gorgeous the man in front of him is, how mouthwatering.
Phoenix takes his fingers out of himself and starts to crawl over where Miles is. He’s breathing a little heavily, the want that’s clearly inside of him seeping and spreading into Miles. He rises above Miles’s cock, the tip pressing at his hole. “You ready?”
Miles’s lips curve. “I should be asking you tha—ah!”
Phoenix starts to sink down on Miles’s cock, closing his eyes at the stretch. “God, Miles. I’ve thought about this for—” He lets out a gasp as he continues slowly sinking down. “—for so long.”
The sight before Miles would be one that would surely be ingrained in his mind for years to come. Phoenix, lowering himself on his cock and his head tilted back in pleasure. It’s a sight that he’s dreamt of for years—a fantasy he’d never thought he would be able to experience.
Phoenix bottoms out, completely sat on Miles. Miles begins to reach out, to grab Phoenix’s hips, but his hands are suddenly pinned above his head.
Hovering over him, Phoenix holds Miles’s wrists in place beside his head. “Shh,” Phoenix whispers. “Let me do this for you. Please?” Phoenix’s eyes soften. “I want to be good for you.”
“You are,” Miles automatically says, because it’s the truth. “You’ve always been good for me.”
Phoenix smiles, so warmly that it sets Miles aflame. But then the smile turns a bit devious. “Even when I’m bad?”
Miles begins to open his mouth to question what he means, before Phoenix grinds against him. “Fuck.”
“What if I tease you, Miles? What then?” He begins to move then, still pinning Miles’s wrists, making him unable to reach out. He’s slow and teasing, already driving Miles up a wall, but when it comes to Phoenix, he knows it doesn’t take much. “What if I told you about all the times I thought about this? About all the things I’ve fantasized doing to you?”
Phoenix starts to pick up the pace, but only by a little bit. Miles begs. “Please.”
“You have no idea. No idea about how many times I’ve pictured this, you fucking into me, me squirming on your cock.” He lifts himself up and down even faster now, causing Miles’s head to start spinning. “You think of a scenario and I’ve probably already jacked off to it. Me riding you, you riding me, you fucking into my face—”
Miles almost chokes. “Phoenix—!”
He’s bouncing up and down on Miles’s cock now, and between that and all the fantasies Phoenix has been sharing, he knows it’s a matter of time before he comes.
“Dreamt of this, almost every night, God, fuck, are you close?” Phoenix asks breathlessly. “I want you to come, I want you to come inside me, please Miles, please come inside me, please, I want to be messy with you, with your cum—”
“Phoenix, Phoenix, please—”
Miles is able to break through Phoenix’s grasp and places his hands on his hips, assisting Phoenix as he fucks himself on Miles’s cock.
“You’re beautiful like this Phoenix, wonderful, gorgeous—” He wraps a hand around Phoenix’s hard and leaking cock, giving quick strokes.
“I love you, I love you so much, Miles—” Phoenix pants. “I can’t believe I get to have this, have you, I love you, I love you, I love you—”
Phoenix comes in spurts all over Miles’s stomach and chest, and the sight along with Phoenix squeezing around him is enough to send Miles over the edge as well with a groan.
Phoenix’s movements start to slow down as he milks Miles for all he’s worth, until he runs dry and is oversensitive. Phoenix practically flops on the bed beside him, breathing heavily.
They lay there for a few moments, catching their breaths, until Phoenix speaks up.
“I…I’m sorry, was that too much? I mean, I know we just kinda started something and I don’t want to fuck this up, but I—”
Miles shuts him up with a kiss. Phoenix immediately softens. They break away, and Miles stares lovingly at him. “It was perfect, love.” The pet name completely slips out, totally unplanned.
Phoenix’s face breaks into a childish, shit-eating grin. “You loooooove me,” he sing-songs as he curls up next to Miles.
He rolls his eyes in response. “Hush, now. You wouldn’t want to be spreading any rumors.”
“You called me love,” Phoenix continues grinning, snuggling closer to him. Miles wraps his arm around him.
He’s happy. After all the years of pining and yearning, he is finally where he belongs—in the arms of Phoenix Wright.
Miles hides a beaming smile, feeling lighter than he has in years.
“I plead the fifth.”