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Miles grit his teeth, pointedly avoiding looking at Phoenix as the defense attorney did absolutely sinful things to his popsicle.
There was a heat wave in Japanifornia at the moment, a terrible one that had everyone flushed and red-faced.
But Miles was not flushed and red-faced just because of the heat.
Both he and Phoenix had been planning on meeting in his office to finish some paperwork for a trial they’d had that morning, and when Phoenix came in that evening with case files and a box of popsicles, the prosecutor hadn’t thought anything of it. Who was he to deny a man his right to a frozen treat on a hot day? As long as the defense attorney didn’t get any stains on his furniture or their paperwork, it was fine.
Miles was starting to heavily regret the decision, however.
The gray-haired man glared over as Phoenix made an obscene slurping noise, lapping up the red juices at the base as it melted. He snapped his gaze down, feeling hot all over.
Yes. That was the thing too. The popsicle was red. Red was Miles’ color.
There was no way he didn’t know what he was doing. The man had to be doing it on purpose.
“You okay, Miles?” He flicked his eyes over to the defense attorney. The man’s lips were a nice, soft pink from the dye, and it was all too easy to imagine them wrapped around his-
The prosecutor gripped his pen, feeling it creek under the pressure. “Fine.”
The defense attorney raised an eyebrow, obviously not buying it. “You’re looking flush, though. Your cheeks are all red.” ‘Curse my pale skin!’ “Is the heat getting to you? Do you want a popsicle?”
“No. Wright. I do not want a popsicle.” He growled. “I need to focus. And you do too. So stop pestering me.” The raven-haired man narrowed his eyes in suspicion, lips pursed, but after moment of them scowling at each other, Phoenix just sighed.
“Your loss, then.” He shrugged, sitting back and lapping at the sweet treat. “They’re super good, I got cherry, blue raspberry, pink lemonade and grape.” The defense attorney made a face when he mentioned grape. “Though I’ve been eating all the cherry ones, they’re my favorite.”
‘Really?’ Miles thought, sarcastically. ‘I hadn’t noticed. It’s not like you’re giving a loving blow job to all the cherry popsicles. No. Of course not.’
“I really like cherry flavored things.” Phoenix continued as a small drop of red melted liquid glided down. The man kept eye-contact with him as he licked a slow, sultry stripe up the popsicle, all innocent and doe-eyed. “They have great flavor.”
It took all of Miles’ power to suppress his shiver. It was heroic, really.
“…I’d thought you’d be more partial to blue raspberry.” He bit out in retaliation. “By all accounts, it’s more popular than cherry. And you always got blue raspberry sweets when we were children.”
The defense attorney smirked, and a certain gleam clouded his eyes. The man hummed and put the top of the popsicle in his mouth, suckling on the tip. Miles’ slacks were starting to grow tighter by the second.
“Blue raspberry has its perks.” He said, not even caring about the horny turmoil Miles was going through. “But I’ve started craving something a little different…”
Phoenix then tipped his head back and deep throated the entire thing, mouth circled right around the wooden stick. The grip on the prosecutors pen grew impossibly tighter as the defense attorney slid the sweet treat out of his mouth and subsequently bit off the tip, sighing at the flavor invading his tastebuds.
The pen in Miles’ hand snapped in half with the last bit of his self-control, as he found himself practically vaulting over his desk, smacking that damned popsicle out of Phoenix’s hands (It’s going to melt into the carpet, but Miles can’t bring himself to care at the moment) and seizing his lips with a harsh kiss. The defense attorney moaned into it, his tongue starting to push into Miles’ mouth. The small bit of cherry popsicle melted on their tongues as they swapped spit, making the kiss a little sloppy and sticky but delicious at the same time.
Miles pulled back, a thin red saliva trail connecting their lips. The prosecutor watched in amusement as Phoenix tried to chase his lips and he placed his palm on his mouth to stop him.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
The man just smirked infuriatingly. “Guilty, your honor.” Miles rolled his eyes. “It worked though, didn’t it?” He said, pointedly looking at the gray-haired man’s hard-on. The prosecutor doesn’t dignify that with a response and goes to lock the door, stopping when he finds it’s already locked. He turned back to the man lounging on his maroon couch with a raised brow. Phoenix just shrugged, smiling.
“You’re insatiable.” The prosecutor reprimanded, voice a mix of fondness and exasperation as he made his way back over and begun to undo his belt with deft fingers. His partner watched with rapt hunger at the show, and is immediately on him the second Miles’ pants and briefs are off.
The man nibbled around his pelvis, leaving sticky red marks in his wake as he started to work his way toward where Miles needed him most. He mouthed at the head of his cock, tonguing up the slit and lapping up the pre-cum that leaked out. The prosecutor groaned at the feeling of his partner’s still-cold tongue.
“Ooh… Phoenix…” He bit his lip, tasting the residue of the cherry popsicle. “You wanted me so bad, didn’t you? That you just had to use a popsicle in order to get some relief.” Phoenix moaned, nodding along his dick as the gray-haired man talked. “Don’t worry darling. I’ll give you what you need.” The spiky-haired man engulfed his cock at that, proceeding to give Miles a blow job in earnest. His legs almost collapsed at the rippled pleasure he’s experiencing, but Phoenix held onto his hips and kept him upright.
The raven-haired man kneaded his fingers into his hips, and Miles groaned knowing that the defense attorney was most likely going to leave bruises after they were finished. Phoenix licked a long stripe up from base to tip, tongue swirling. The prosecutor couldn’t help but rock his hips forward into the feeling, and the defense attorney’s willing mouth opened instantaneously for him. Phoenix took him to the root, nose deep in gray-curls. His lustful brown-blue eyes fluttered up, locking with the other man’s cool gray. Miles jerked his dick into the welcoming warmth, loving the way the defense attorney’s mouth wrapped around him.
“Hgn… Fuck! Ahhh~” Miles’ hands flew up to grip at the man’s spiky hair, crushing the spikes as Phoenix moved forward to meet his thrusts. The sound of the defense attorney’s pornographic slurping is almost enough to send him over the edge.
“Phoenix! Fuck! I-I’m close!” He whined, and all the raven-haired man has to do is scrape his teeth softly along the underside of his cock and Miles is coming so hard he sees stars.
The prosecutor shoved himself to the hilt, spilling into Phoenix’s mouth. He thrusted lazily in the aftershocks, riding out his orgasm as his partner sucked him dry. Phoenix popped off, licking his still red and well-fucked lips. Miles kept breathing slowly, mind blank with the aftershocks of pleasure.
“That was way better than the popsicle.”
Miles pulled tightly on his spikes.
“Hnnn… When you were pulling my hair, I thought I might accidentally bite your dick like I did the popsicle.”
“Hand me a blue raspberry one.” He commanded and Miles felt a thrill run up his spine at the revamped lust in Phoenix’s gaze. “I might take you up on that offer, as we’re not exactly done yet.”
“Hey pals! Here’s the paperwork you asked for… Hey, did you guys have some grape popsicles or slushees or something? Your mouths are purple.”
“…Yeah Gumshoe, we did.”