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There once was a time where Miles Edgeworth thought he’d never marry.
Throughout the majority of his life, he never pictured it. He was too focused on his studies, on becoming a prosecutor, on perfection—on upholding the von Karma name. There was simply no room for romance in his life.
That was before Phoenix Wright came back in his life with the force of a sledgehammer bursting through glass—before he was framed for murder, before he was proven innocent of the killing of his father, before that defense attorney that was once such a pain to him started to help dust off the shards of a broken man. Before he changed for the better.
Before he started realizing he was falling in love.
Still, even with the feelings he was experiencing, he never imagined in his wildest dreams that he’d get this far.
Because here he is—standing at the reception of his wedding to that aforementioned man, dodging chattering guests left to right and clutching the drink in his hand quite tightly.
The actual ceremony was absolutely gorgeous. It was a wonderful start to a wonderful day. A day that had been breathtaking and would most likely continue being so.
However, there is only one problem.
Miles is about to ruin the reception of his own wedding.
Well. He supposes he shouldn’t be so dramatic. The actual issue isn’t Miles himself. No—the root of this particular problem, as he is for most problems, is Phoenix.
Phoenix—the man that walked down the aisle towards him, all while sporting a dashing and slightly sheepish smile. The man that wore—and is still wearing—a well-fitted tuxedo that made Miles’s brain shutdown the moment he saw him.
All of his thoughts and nerves ceased immediately, replaced with a single phrase.
I must have him immediately.
After being with Phoenix for quite some time, Miles is used to wanting him quite intensely at certain moments. But this is different.
Because now, that man is his husband , and every time he thinks about that he gets weak in the knees.
That is the reason why Miles is milliseconds away from crushing the glass in his hands and causing a disaster at his own wedding reception (which would surely cause Franziska to have a conniption after all her careful planning and contributions to this event).
He knows that at this point in time, he should be well-used to seeing Phoenix in various suits. That’s their work attire, for heaven’s sake—seeing his partner in such clothing really shouldn’t surprise him anymore.
But something about seeing Phoenix in a well-fitted black tux at the altar with a waistcoat —something about knowing that this man, this wonderful, heroic, kind, earnest man who has done so much for him, was moments away from becoming his husband —made his brain break a bit.
And now Miles wants— needs —to ravish him on the spot.
He knows he should wait. That’s what tonight is for, after all. But as he currently watches his husband become caught up in conversations with guests, all he can think about is pulling that man away and kissing him senseless, hands exploring and roaming lower and lower until—
“Whoa. You good? It looks like you’re about to crush your wine glass into itty bitty pieces.”
A familiar voice stops his inappropriate thoughts at once.
“Ah,” Miles says, easing the grip on his glass. He forcefully takes his eyes off Phoenix from afar to turn to his friend. “Maya.” He smiles at her, attempting to distract himself from the mesmerizing sight that is Phoenix Wright. “Lovely to see you.”
Maya stands beside him, in a purple cocktail dress that is very different than her usual outfit. She snorts. “I saw you like an hour ago, bud.” She holds a drink in her hand, taking sips from her glass as she studies him for a moment. “Are you okay? You seem a little lost in thought.”
Before he even realizes it, his gaze travels towards Phoenix yet again. He’s currently talking to the DeLites, rubbing his neck with a shy, painfully-cute grin. Miles can’t hear what the couple is talking to him about, but he does hear Phoenix’s responding fit of laughter.
Miles needs him to be naked now .
“-ello? Helloooo? Earth to Edgeworth!”
Miles shakes his head. “A-Apologies. I…was simply lost in thought.”
Maya gives him a knowing look, her mouth curving a bit. “Mhm.” She glances at where Miles had been looking. Heat rushes to his cheeks instantly as her grin just gets wider. “I see.”
He attempts to scowl, turning towards Maya, his back facing where Phoenix is. “What are you smiling about?”
“Oh, nothing. I can just clearly tell what your mind is occupied with. Or who , I should say.”
Miles swallows. “Is it that unusual for me to think about my—” He only hesitates for a split second, feeling his heart burst just by thinking of the word. “—husband.”
Maya shrugs. “Not unusual, no. But when you’re looking at him like you want to devour him, that might turn a few heads.” She smiles cheekily at him before her gaze lands on a figure behind him. “Hey, Nick.”
Miles jumps. He stumbles back a few steps and loses balance for a moment, closing his eyes to brace himself.
However, instead of his back hitting the floor, strong, familiar arms catch him. He slowly opens his eyes.
Phoenix is looking at him in a way that makes Miles’s stomach swoop, his expression being one of someone who looks extremely happy and incredibly infatuated. “Whoa, babe. I already knew you fell for me, but this is getting a bit much, don’t you think?” And then Phoenix winks at him.
It’s a line that’s cheesy, foolish, and absolutely ridiculous.
Just like his husband.
Miles rises to his feet, his mind somehow buzzing but also completely empty at the same time.
“Phoenix.”
Phoenix looks back at him, his smile fading. “Yeah, Miles? Everything okay?”
Miles finds himself staring openly at the man before him. The man who sacrificed so much, changed him for the better, helped him seek true justice.
This is the man who he has fallen in love with against all odds. This is the man whose life will be forever intertwined with his .
And Miles wants .
“I need a word with you.”
Phoenix’s face immediately creases together in slight worry, blue-brown eyes searching Miles’s expression for a sign of some sort. Then it smoothes out, Phoenix giving a hesitant nod.
“Okay— whoa! ”
Miles doesn’t wait for an answer, quickly grabbing Phoenix’s hand and pulling him away, away from this crowd of people, away from prying eyes, away to a place where they can finally be alone .
“Miles, what’s going on?” He ignores Phoenix as they walk out of the main reception area. He makes a left and finds a quiet hallway, with a maintenance supply closet in the middle of it.
There.
He all but runs to the closet, pulling Phoenix behind him.
“Slow down! Where are we—” Miles looks around the area, opens the closet door, steps in, turns around, and yanks on Phoenix’s tie to pull him inside. “ Ack! ”
Quickly shutting the door, Miles grabs onto Phoenix and presses him against it, and then proceeds to kiss the living daylights out of him. He attempts to put everything he’s feeling into the kiss—all his desire, all his passion, all his love .
Finally, they break apart, and for seemingly once in his life, Phoenix is left speechless. He opens his mouth before closing it and then opening again, settling on a soft-spoken, “What was that for?”
If it were any other time, Miles would have the sense to feel embarrassed at his rash actions, but he doesn’t. All he knows is this need, this flame of want this man ignites in him.
“For being you. For being my husband. For being mine .”
Phoenix all but melts against him, and they’re kissing again. Miles runs his hands through Phoenix’s hair, just because he can, just because he’s allowed to. He feels Phoenix’s hands clutch at his waist and he continues to kiss him hungrily, ravenously , even, and hearing Phoenix’s resulting moan is like music to his ears.
He must hear more.
Miles pulls back from Phoenix and gets on his knees.
“Phoenix,” he begins, reaching out to touch, but stopping before he can. “May I?”
He’s answered with a blink. “Uh…” Phoenix swallows. “Miles, are you sure about this? I mean, what if we get—”
“If you truly do not wish to do this, of course I would respect that. However,” Miles glances away, trying to fight the heat rushing to his cheeks. “I…must admit it’s all I’ve been thinking about since I’ve seen you at the altar.” He closes his eyes and prepares his nerves. “I would like to—I would like to please you, to please the man I love. I would like to hear the sweet noises my husband makes as he comes down my throat.” He clears his throat. “Please.”
It’s silent for a moment, before Miles hears the sound of a zipper and feels a hand cupping his face. He opens his eyes.
Phoenix looks down at him, eyes dark and hungry as he softly strokes Miles’s cheek with his thumb. His other hand already has his cock out, and Miles can’t help as he stares—he’s been waiting all night for this.
“You’ve been wanting this, huh?” Phoenix asks lightly, although there’s a darker undertone to it. He gives a few teasing strokes to himself.”
Miles gives a few jerky nods.
The smile Phoenix gives him is like one from a bird who has caught the canary. “Open up then, honey,” he says huskily, and Miles immediately does so.
Phoenix slowly pushes into his mouth, feeding him bit by bit of his cock, and Miles savors every second of it. He takes Phoenix into his hand and starts to suck on the head of his cock, hollowing out his cheeks.
“Fuck,” Phoenix moans, carding his fingers through Miles’s hair. “You look so pretty like this.” Miles continues with his mouth, starting to bob his head as he strokes what he can’t fit in his mouth. “I can never get over how good you look with your mouth full of me— god—” The grip on his head grows tighter for a moment. “Mmph, fuck, Miles .”
Miles leans forward to take him all the way to the hilt, moaning in his own pleasure as he hears Phoenix gasp above him, clutching at his hair. “ Fuck! ” He continues bobbing his head, driven by the urge to taste Phoenix’s spend as he comes. “God, Miiiiles ,” Phoenix whines, “You’re doing so good, fuck— ” Miles keeps going, faster and faster, needy and desperate. “Wish I could come all over your face, mark you as mine— ”
Miles moans wantonly at that, rock-hard in his pants, but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that Phoenix is almost there, he’s close and he can practically taste it so he keeps going and going—
And then Miles feels the spurts of Phoenix’s spend in his mouth, swallowing it all and milking every last bit of it. Once he’s satisfied, Miles pulls off Phoenix and wipes his mouth, getting up onto his feet.
He barely has time to catch his breath before Phoenix pulls him in for a kiss, which Miles returns in kind. They lean their foreheads against each other for a moment.
“Do you want me to—?”
Miles shakes his head, practically glowing with love. “No. You’ll have plenty of time to repay me later tonight,” he purrs.
Phoenix leans in for one more kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Phoenix.”
They stay like that for a moment, savoring the afterglow.
“Wow,” Phoenix starts, voice tinged with awe. “Our first matrimonial blowjob…”
Miles shoots him a glare, but quickly turns away to hide the quirk of his lips.
And certainly not the last.