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When Phoenix arrived at the Prosecutor's building, the very last thing he wanted to hear was that all the elevators were out of order. Every. Single. One. Mass maintenance, apparently. Sighing to himself, Phoenix turned on his heels and began the long trek up the stairs to Edgeworth's office. The first few minutes were fine, but once he reached the sixth floor and realised he was only halfway there, Phoenix groaned. How Edgeworth did this every single day was beyond him; the man must have thighs of steel. The fact that it was the middle of summer and already swelteringly hot was not helping matters. So, by the time he finally stood in front of office door 1202, to say that Phoenix was out of breath would be an understatement. He was also unbearably warm. At least all he had to do was give Edgeworth the case files he'd requested then he could leave. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to take wearing his suit jacket before he simply melted away inside it. He raised his hand to knock on the door, briefly wondering why Edgeworth had asked him to come at such a specific time of day. If the trial he needed the case files for wasn't until tomorrow, surely any time of day would have been fine? After a few seconds pause, Phoenix heard Edgeworth's voice on the other side of the door.
"Come in,"
Figuring the door was already unlocked, Phoenix turned the handle and pushed it open.
"Hey Edgeworth, it's me. I brought the case files you..." Phoenix said as he entered, but his sentence trailed off into silence when he lifted his head. Edgeworth was sat at his desk in front of the huge window at the other side of the room. Not a particularly unusual sight. But what caught Phoenix off guard was Edgeworth's clothing, or lack thereof. He was still respectably dressed, but his suit jacket and waistcoat had been discarded, both draped over the arm of the couch. His cravat was nowhere to be seen and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, leaving his neck exposed. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and Phoenix just about passed out at the sight of it all. It took all of his willpower to keep his eyes firmly fixed on Edgeworth's face when the other man finally turned his head to look up at him.
"Ah, there you are," Edgeworth smiled before standing up and walking across the room.
"H-Here's the case files you wanted," Phoenix tried, and miserably failed, to sound casual, holding out the papers in front of him.
"Thanks," Edgeworth said, not even looking at them as he took them from Phoenix's hands. He then turned back towards his desk and Phoenix found himself staring at Edgeworth's ass, tight trousers clinging to him in ways Phoenix was certain he'd never noticed before. In fact, he was relatively sure he'd never even seen Edgeworth wear those trousers before. Suddenly, Edgeworth turned back around to face him and Phoenix's eyes shot up so fast he almost got whiplash.
"Something the matter, Wright?" Edgeworth asked coyly and something akin to an alarm bell started ringing in Phoenix's head. Surely Edgeworth wasn't doing all this on purpose, was he?
"Nope, all good," Phoenix hastily lied, swallowing the lump in his throat. He gently pulled at his shirt collar, desperate to get any kind of cool air. God, he really wished he hadn't walked up all those stairs.
"It is hot today, isn't it?" Edgeworth's eyes darted to Phoenix's neck before quickly glancing away towards his own discarded jacket.
"Uh-huh," Phoenix nodded dumbly in response. What was going on here? Why couldn't he think straight? But one look at Edgeworth's bare forearms told him exactly why he couldn't think straight, or think at all for that matter. Edgeworth's expression suddenly turned thoughtful for a second before seemingly making his mind up about something. Before Phoenix even got a chance to ask him what he was thinking, Edgeworth walked back up to him. The paper's Phoenix had so carefully arranged were casually thrown on top of the chess table, and Edgeworth leaned in so close to Phoenix that for a brief, utterly ridiculous moment Phoenix genuinely thought he was going to kiss him. But instead, he leaned over Phoenix's shoulder to shut the door behind him, turning the lock with a click. Phoenix let out a quiet, shuddering breath, his body frozen in place. Somewhere in his mind, a second alarm bell started to sound but he quickly told it to shut up. All he wanted to think about was that Edgeworth was so close to him now that he could smell his cologne; soft and musky, mixed with the slightest hint of sweat. Phoenix felt weak at the knees and found himself leaning back on the closed- and conveniently locked- door for support. Edgeworth's body moved with him, their face's mere inches apart as Edgeworth's hand hovered in front of Phoenix's chest.
"Can I ask you something?" Edgeworth asked with his usual coolness, seemingly utterly unaffected by the current positioning of their bodies. Phoenix could only squeak in response, causing Edgeworth to raise an eyebrow at him.
"May I kiss-" Edgeworth started to ask but was abruptly cut off by Phoenix grabbing his shirt collar and crashing their lips together. Edgeworth recovered quickly and kissed him back hungrily. His hands grabbed at Phoenix's hips and pushed back, pinning him against the door. Phoenix pushed his body weight against him, but Edgeworth held firm, pressing his body forwards and pushing one of his legs in between Phoenix's, parting them slightly. Phoenix moaned against his lips, sending a shiver up Edgeworth's spine. One of Phoenix's hands let go of his shirt and wrapped around the back of his head, tugging slightly at his hair. Edgeworth gasped and Phoenix took advantage of the moment to pull back from Edgeworth's lips. But before Edgeworth could do so much as think of protesting, Phoenix's head dipped down and he began trailing kisses down Edgeworth's jawline and neck. Almost instinctively, he tilted his head back and his grip tightened on Phoenix's hips, still not letting him away from the door.
"Are we gonna talk about this?" Phoenix whispered breathlessly against Edgeworth's skin in between kisses.
"We can talk about it later, if you want," Edgeworth smirked, "but right now, I've got better ideas,"
With one hand firmly keeping Phoenix in place, Edgeworth reached up and slipped Phoenix's jacket off his shoulders. Phoenix obliged, shrugging the jacket off before tossing it carelessly in the vague direction of the couch. He pulled Edgeworth back to him, kissing him and wrapping his arms around his shoulders. He could feel Edgeworth's muscles under his shirt as he moved and Phoenix went even more light-headed than he already felt. Edgeworth finally let go of his hips- Phoenix was certain he was going to have bruises there later, a thought he suddenly realised he rather enjoyed- and slid his hands up Phoenix's chest. He pulled back slightly, hardly moving as he pressed his forehead against Phoenix's, both of them breathing heavily. They stayed there for a moment, their bodies pressed together and their panting filling the silence.
"Do you want this?" Phoenix asked, suddenly hesitant as he closed his eyes and breathed Edgeworth in.
"More than anything in the world," Edgeworth whispered in response, "do you?"
"I've always wanted you," Phoenix replied in a low voice, his nails digging into Edgeworth's back. Taking that as all the answer he could need, Edgeworth reconnected their lips as his hands slid back down Phoenix's chest. He playfully tugged at the other man's belt and felt Phoenix's lips smile against his own as his hands moved down his back to grab his ass in response. Emboldened, Edgeworth slowly unbuckled Phoenix's belt and let his trousers fall to his ankles. Phoenix kissed him harder as one of Edgeworth's hands danced over the waistline of his boxers, the other pressed against the doorframe for support. Phoenix gently bit at Edgeworth's lower lip, causing him to moan quietly, his breath shaking. Edgeworth softly slid his fingers over the waistline of Phoenix's boxers, slowly pulling them down his legs and dropping to his knees in front of him. He gazed up at Phoenix, his eyes wide and almost innocent, as though pretending he wasn't running his fingers up and down Phoenix's bare legs, teasing him. Phoenix watched him, captivated by his every movement. The slight sheen of sweat on his brow and pink-tinted blush on his cheeks, his gorgeous grey eyes looking up at him through long lashes, his usually well-kept hair now a mess. Phoenix thought he could quite happily stare at Edgeworth on his knees in front of him forever. Until he suddenly dipped his head and ran his tongue along the length of Phoenix's already hard cock. The moan that escaped Phoenix's lips as he felt Edgeworth's tongue curl around him was far louder than he had expected it to be, but he didn't care.
"Fuck," Phoenix whispered, tilting his head back and feeling almost dizzy with the sensation. Then Edgeworth took his cock into his mouth and Phoenix lost all control. His hand reached out and grabbed the back of Edgeworth's head, pushing him down further, his legs shaking as Edgeworth swallowed his cock up to the hilt, his tongue flicking and curling playfully.
"E-Edgeworth," Phoenix hissed, his mind barely able to comprehend that the man he had privately fantasized about for years was kneeling in front of him, his head bobbing up and down on his cock. With an exaggerated 'pop' sound that Phoenix wasn't entirely convinced wasn't just Edgeworth messing with him for his own satisfaction, the other man looked up at him with a smirk.
"I do all this and we're still not on a first name basis? What has a guy got to do around here?" Edgeworth taunted, licking his lips. Phoenix's blood suddenly rushed in his ears as he grasped Edgeworth's collar and pulled him back up to face him.
"Oh you want to play that game, do you Miles?" Phoenix growled, "fine, have it your way,"
Before he could think to stop himself, Phoenix grabbed at Edgeworth's shirt with both his hands and in one sharp movement, tore it open. Buttons flew across the room as the seams ripped, leaving Edgeworth's chest exposed. Jesus, he was sculpted like a Greek god.
"Well, that was rude," Edgeworth sniffed, looking down at himself than back up at Phoenix, who seemed to have come to his senses enough to look at least a little sheepish.
"Sorry?" Phoenix offered, not sorry in the slightest. If that's what Edgeworth looked like, he vowed he would never let him wear clothes in front of him again; he was far too gorgeous to be hidden away under shirts and waistcoats. Edgeworth huffed, but his smile gave him away. He leaned in and kissed Phoenix, shrugging the tattered remains of his shirt off and letting it fall to the floor behind him as Phoenix kicked away his trousers and shoes. Phoenix couldn't help himself as he ran his hands along Edgeworth's arms, feeling his muscles ripple. He was definitely going to have bruises. He sighed as Edgeworth pulled back and watched as he raised a hand and wrapped it around Phoenix's tie. With a swift tug, Edgeworth pulled Phoenix from the door and dragged him forwards. But for once, Phoenix wasn't caught off guard and instead of stumbling like Edgeworth had expected, Phoenix quickly spun himself round and pushed Edgeworth backwards, slamming him against the bookshelves. Several books tumbled to the floor on impact, the sound so loud it almost echoed. Edgeworth instinctively let go of Phoenix's tie and grabbed the shelf behind him for support. Phoenix held him there for a moment, staring at him in the same way he often did in the courtroom, full of challenge and excitement. The tension between them crackled as Edgeworth's eyes flicked down to Phoenix's lips then back up again. He tried to lean forwards to kiss him but Phoenix put a hand on his chest, roughly pushing him back.
"Stay," Phoenix almost snarled and Edgeworth found himself obeying without question. He watched intently as Phoenix undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, staring at the bare skin beneath. Then Phoenix stepped towards him, slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled at his trousers, letting them slide down his legs. As soon as they hit his ankles, Edgeworth kicked them off with his shoes, grateful to finally be free of their restrictiveness. Phoenix began kissing along Edgeworth's jawline, slowly making his way down his neck and chest as his hand's played with the waistband of his boxers, toying with him. Edgeworth reached out a hand but Phoenix swatted it away.
"No touching," Phoenix breathed against his skin and Edgeworth groaned in response, desperate to feel Phoenix against him. Phoenix huffed a self-satisfied laugh, continuing to pepper Edgeworth's chest with kisses, nipping at his neck and collar bone. Edgeworth dug his nails into the wood of the bookshelf behind him, gritting his teeth in a vain attempt to stop himself from moaning. He had thought he was doing a decent job of keeping himself quiet.
"If this is what you sound like when I'm barely touching you, I reckon the entire building will know what's going on in this office by the time I'm inside you," Phoenix shook his head, laughing quietly. Edgeworth's only response was to moan louder, much to Phoenix's amusement. Then, he felt Phoenix's fingers wrap around his cock and Edgeworth's eyes shot open as he gasped. He had been so caught up in the feeling of Phoenix's lips against his skin that he hadn't even noticed that he'd pulled his underwear free. He stared into Phoenix's eyes as his hand pumped up and down, breathy moan's falling from his lips with every slight movement. Without thinking, Edgeworth tried to pull Phoenix closer, causing him to abruptly stop and raise an eyebrow. Silently, Edgeworth's hands retreated back to the bookshelf.
"Good boy," Phoenix smirked and Edgeworth's knees almost buckled.
"Fuck, Phoenix," Edgeworth practically whined, his chest heaving as he tried to control himself.
"Yes, my love?" Phoenix whispered, leaning forwards and pressing his bare chest to Edgeworth's. Edgeworth wasn't sure if it was the sudden feeling of Phoenix's skin against his or the way he whispered a term of such gentle endearment in his ear, but something in that moment tipped him over the edge. Edgeworth cried out, toppling forwards against Phoenix as he came. Phoenix caught and held him, his arms wrapping around Edgeworth's shoulders.
"S-Sorry," Edgeworth mumbled against Phoenix's shoulder, his vision swimming.
"Whatever for?" Phoenix asked, gently easing the other man back so he could lean against the bookshelves again.
"I didn't exactly last very long," Edgeworth turned his head away, embarrassed. Phoenix gently placed a finger under Edgeworth's chin, coaxing Edgeworth to look at him again.
"That isn't something you ever have to apologise to me for. Plus, I thought we were just getting started?" Phoenix smiled before kissing Edgeworth softly. Edgeworth smiled into the kiss, both delighted by the implication that Phoenix was far from finished with him and that there was a chance this wouldn't be their only time together like this.
"You wanna sit down?" Phoenix asked and Edgeworth nodded, his legs still shaking underneath him. Gently, Phoenix guided him over to his desk and Edgeworth slumped down on the chair. But his exhaustion melted away when he looked up at Phoenix; first to his beautiful blue eyes, then to his bare chest, then down to his still hard cock. His mouth watered involuntarily and he bit at his lip.
"Something wrong, my love?" Phoenix asked with thinly veiled fake innocence and Edgeworth's whole body clenched.
"You've got to stop calling me that," Edgeworth groaned, reaching out and grabbing Phoenix's hand, pulling him closer.
"Who knew that Miles Edgeworth had a kink for words of affection?" Phoenix teased, allowing Edgeworth to pull him in to stand between his open legs.
"Shut up," Edgeworth huffed, running his hands up the backs of Phoenix's thighs.
"Yes... my love," Phoenix grinned. But that was quickly wiped from his face when Edgeworth raised his hand and smacked Phoenix's ass so hard he almost lost balance. Instead he caught himself on Edgeworth's shoulder, burying his face against his neck as he moaned in Edgeworth's ear .
"And who knew Phoenix Wright had a kink for getting spanked?" Edgeworth smirked, smacking Phoenix's ass again. Phoenix moaned louder before biting at Edgeworth's shoulder, causing the other man to lean back in his chair, turning his head to the side to give Phoenix a better angle. Then, as his eyes fell across the very big and very not-private window, he had an idea. Smiling slyly to himself, he pried Phoenix from his neck, slipping the open shirt from his shoulders as he did so, quickly kissed him, then pulled back.
"Turn around," he instructed, slowly spinning the chair to face away from the desk. Phoenix raised an eyebrow questioningly but, after a moment's hesitation, did as he was told. But once he came face to face with the window, his cheeks went red.
"What are you-" Phoenix started to try and ask but was cut off by Edgeworth's hand on his lower back.
"Bend over," Edgeworth continued, pressing his palm into Phoenix's back until the other man obeyed, placing his hands on the low shelves in front of him. He stared out the window, trying to fathom what on earth Edgeworth was thinking. Admittedly they were quite high up, so it wasn't as if anyone could walk right by. But if someone on the street below just happened to look up... Phoenix's thoughts were instantly cut off by Edgeworth's tongue licking at his asshole. Phoenix gasped, his back arching instinctively. Edgeworth hummed against him and Phoenix felt the vibration rack through his body. Then Edgeworth's tongue was inside him and Phoenix's eyes almost crossed at the sensation. His body melted forwards, his forearms folding onto the shelf top and his head landing against his arms as he moaned. His hips bucked, desperate and yearning. He tried to reach down to his cock but he could barely move, his body locked into place. Sensing what he wanted, Edgeworth reached out from behind him and took Phoenix's cock in his hand, gently stroking as his tongue continued to work its magic.
"God, Miles," Phoenix whined a little pathetically, hardly able to breathe. Edgeworth could already feel himself getting hard again. He sat up slightly and Phoenix whimpered at the loss of his touch.
"Patience, dear," Edgeworth smiled, enjoying how utterly defenseless Phoenix was in that moment. He quickly took his finger into his mouth before gently pressing it into Phoenix's hole, one knuckle at a time. Phoenix let out a shuddering moan, his whole body shaking. His other hand continued working at Phoenix's cock, slowly picking up speed. He found himself rolling his hips against the chair, desperate for the slightest bit of friction. But his own desires could wait, right now his focus was completely on Phoenix. He slowly added a second finger, gently working Phoenix open as the other man moaned and panted, his back arching further as his arms flung outwards and he pressed his palms against the steamed up glass of the window.
"Fu-uck, Miles," Phoenix stammered as Edgeworth pushed the second finger all the way inside him. Edgeworth's cock twitched at the sight in front of him; Phoenix splayed out like a work of art, moaning his name. Phoenix pushed his hips back, grinding against Edgeworth's fingers.
"I can't..." Phoenix tried to warn, but it was too late. As Edgeworth's hand jerked on his cock and he thrust his hips back against his fingers, Phoenix came hard, his body collapsing forwards and sending the tea set next to him crashing to the floor. Phoenix's legs gave way but, like always, Edgeworth was there to catch him. He grabbed Phoenix by the waist as he stood and gently pulled him back until Phoenix could half sit, half lean against his desk.
"Jesus, Miles..." Phoenix panted, barely able to focus, "where did you learn that trick?"
"Lucky guess?" Edgeworth grinned sheepishly and Phoenix's eyes went wide.
"You mean, you've never done that before?" Phoenix asked, disbelieving. Although one small, jealous part of him was overjoyed at the news that he was the first- and only- person to receive such treatment.
"I've not done much of anything, really," Edgeworth shuffled his feet awkwardly. He was no saint, certainly. But his previous experiences weren't exactly extensive, and they were nothing like this.
"That's because you're all mine," Phoenix smiled, grabbing Edgeworth's hand and pulling him in for a kiss. Edgeworth happily obliged, draping his arms over Phoenix's shoulders. Then he felt Phoenix's warm hand around his cock and Edgeworth's eyes flew open again.
"Tricked ya," Phoenix gave a self-satisfied smirk and Edgeworth attempted to roll his eyes in annoyance, only for them to roll to the back of his head as he moaned, pressing his forehead against Phoenix's. Phoenix smiled, slowing his strokes until Edgeworth could regain his composure. Eventually Edgeworth lifted his head, but almost lost control again when he saw how Phoenix was looking at him- his previous hunger had been replaced with an expression nothing short of adoration.
"I'm so glad I asked you to come here today," Edgeworth blurted out in a daze and Phoenix suddenly froze.
"I knew it! All that complaining about the heat and pressing me up against the door, not to mention those stupidly tight trousers. You planned this, didn't you?" Phoenix laughed, his hand squeezing gently at Edgeworth's cock, making him shudder.
"I wouldn't say 'plan'," Edgeworth mused, "but I certainly did hope,"
"You bastard," Phoenix laughed, shaking his head before kissing Edgeworth again.
"I would apologise, but I think it's worked out quite well for both of us so far, don't you think?" Edgeworth smiled once he pulled away.
"It has. But I think it can still get even better," Phoenix grinned wickedly, leaning further back against the desk and opening his legs wider. But as Edgeworth moved in towards him, Phoenix wrapped one of his legs around the back of Edgeworth's knee. At the same time, he quickly stood up and using his momentum he knocked Edgeworth backwards against the desk, their places now reversed. Edgeworth blinked up at him, surprised how fast Phoenix had moved and just how strong he really was. Not giving him time to think, Phoenix picked Edgeworth up slightly so he was now fully sitting on the desk, then pushed his legs open and positioned himself between them.
"That was fast," Edgeworth managed to finally say, glancing down at Phoenix's hard cock pressed against his stomach.
"It must just be the affect you have on me," Phoenix shrugged, meaning every single word- no one in the world could turn him on like Edgeworth.
"Well," Edgeworth sighed contentedly, "I'll take that as a compliment,"
"Alright, don't get cocky," Phoenix smirked, gripping the under side of Edgeworth's thighs, pulling his legs forwards and causing Edgeworth to tip backwards, his back now laying across the desk. Edgeworth squeaked slightly in surprise as he landed, sending various papers and court documents flying. He was about to say something when he felt Phoenix's fingers stroke gently around his hole and all other thoughts abandoned him.
"I don't suppose you've got anything that could pass for lube around here, do you?" Phoenix asked as casually as one would ask about the weather.
"Third draw down," Edgeworth answered a little breathlessly. Phoenix paused as he looked down at Edgeworth, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Then, with one hand still cupping Edgeworth's ass, he leaned over and opened the specified draw in Edgeworth's desk. And sure enough, tucked away in the back was a small tube. Phoenix couldn't help but chuckle, nudging the draw shut with his foot as he stood up straight.
"Not planned, eh?" Phoenix smirked down at Edgeworth, who had turned an even deeper shade of red.
"Call it a 'just in case' measure. And I was right, wasn't I?" Edgeworth smiled helplessly as Phoenix squeezed out a few drops and ran his fingers gently around Edgeworth's hole.
"As always," Phoenix smiled back affectionately, leaning down to kiss Edgeworth softly. His hand slipped between their bodies, running his fingers along the length of Edgeworth's cock and then his own. The other man shivered and his hips bucked a little, his desperation growing.
"What do you want, Miles?" Phoenix asked mischievously, leaning back and positioning his cock against Edgeworth's hole, gently teasing him.
"Y-You," Edgeworth stuttered out, his legs coming up to rest on Phoenix's shoulders.
"Then beg," Phoenix whispered, pushing the tip of his cock harder against Edgeworth.
"Please, Phoenix. Oh god, please..." Edgeworth begged without hesitation. There were times for pride and dignity, but lying naked across the desk in your own office while the most beautiful man in the world was just asking for a reason to fuck you was not one of them. Seemingly satisfied with Edgeworth's response, Phoenix slowly leaned forwards and gently pushed his cock into Edgeworth. They both gasped simultaneously at the sensation, Phoenix letting his hands rest on Edgeworth's chest as Edgeworth reached up to grip Phoenix's forearms. He moved slowly at first, rolling his hips as he gently pushed deeper. Edgeworth moaned deep and low in his throat, the feeling of Phoenix filling him up sending his mind spinning. He rocked his hips in time with Phoenix, gradually increasing their pace. They worked in tandem, perfectly in tune with each other's bodies. Then suddenly, Phoenix pulled out and Edgeworth almost sobbed at the sudden loss of contact. He looked up as Phoenix slipped his ankles from his shoulders before grabbing Edgeworth's right hip and yanking sideways. Edgeworth rolled to the left and found himself with his feet on the floor, his body bent forwards over his desk.
"I love you," Phoenix whispered in his ear, the weight of his body pressing down on Edgeworth's back before he slammed his cock into him. Edgeworth cried out in a mixture of pain and total ecstasy, his hands gripping at the desk beneath him. Phoenix continued at a brutal pace, his hands gripping at Edgeworth's hips, digging his nails into his skin. Edgeworth's moans grew louder and louder with every thrust, his breath coming out in short, heavy bursts. Phoenix Wright was fucking him. Phoenix Wright loved him. Edgeworth wasn't sure which thought turned him on more. His nails dug hard into the desk as he arched his back, dragging his hands back and making deep scratch marks in the polished wood. Suddenly Edgeworth realised something he desperately wanted, no needed, to do. He pushed off the desk with his arms, arching his back into a curve as he stood and leaned back against Phoenix's chest, causing him to slow his pace a little.
"I love you, too," Edgeworth said with the honesty he had always held in his heart but had never been brave enough to say out loud, resting his head on Phoenix's shoulder as the other man's arm wrapped around his waist, keeping him in place. Tears glistened at the corners of Phoenix's eyes and he turned his head to look at Edgeworth, his pace slowing until it was soft and gentle again. He smiled at Edgeworth before tilting his head and kissing him. Edgeworth smiled against his lips and kissed him back fiercely, shifting his hips so Phoenix was forced to pull out of him. Then he turned to fully face Phoenix, cupping his cheeks with his hands as he kissed Phoenix deeper. Eventually they pulled away from each other, just far enough that they could look into each other's eyes, their bodies still pressed firmly against one another.
"I want you inside me," Phoenix whispered quietly, biting at his lip.
"Then beg," Edgeworth smirked, echoing Phoenix's words from earlier.
"You little-" Phoenix started to protest but Edgeworth's hand wrapped around his throat, ever so slightly squeezing.
"I said, beg," Edgeworth growled, watching Phoenix's expression turn lustful.
"Please, Miles. I want you more than anything. I want to feel your cock inside me," Phoenix breathed, his blue eyes wide and honest.
"Then come here," Edgeworth put his hands either side of Phoenix's face and kissed him hard, standing up and pushing them both away from the desk. Blindly, he stumbled backwards, pulling Phoenix along with him until the backs of his legs hit the soft edge of the couch. He let go of Phoenix's face and flopped down neatly onto the couch with a soft thud. He allowed himself a small smirk of satisfaction as Phoenix blinked down at him in surprise before swinging his legs up and laying back. Phoenix instantly climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. He positioned himself above Edgeworth's cock then slowly lowered himself down, his head falling back as he moaned.
"Phoenix," Edgeworth breathed, his whole body clenching as he felt Phoenix take him up to the hilt in one go. He rolled his hips teasingly and felt Phoenix shudder on top of him. His arms floundered for a second before coming to rest on the tops of Phoenix's thighs. Phoenix's hands dug into the sides of Edgeworth's ribs, leaving scratches and bruises in their wake as he ground his hips down on Edgeworth's cock. Edgeworth stared up at him, utterly transfixed at the way Phoenix's body moved on top of him. He thrust his hips up suddenly and Phoenix cried out, his pace rapidly quickening. Edgeworth clumsily wrapped his hand around Phoenix's cock, pulling with frantic elegance.
"Oh god, Miles. Fuck!" Phoenix almost screamed and Edgeworth's back arched, thrusting his hips up sharply as he came. The feeling of Edgeworth's cum filling him up while Edgeworth twisted and pulled on his cock had Phoenix moaning his name as he came across Edgeworth's stomach and chest. Phoenix swayed slightly before collapsing forwards against Edgeworth's chest, the movement pulling Edgeworth's cock out of him. They fell into silence as Edgeworth wrapped his arms around Phoenix's body, their heavy breathing filling the room. Lazily, Edgeworth turned his head to look around the room as Phoenix placed soft kisses along his collarbone. He stared, slightly dumbfounded, at the chaos around them; books and case file boxes had fallen from various shelves, paperwork and documents were strewn haphazardly across the floor, along with assorted items of clothing, the tea set lay in pieces in the corner, almost everything had fallen off the desk and Edgeworth could see the scratch marks he'd made even from over here. In short, his office was a total mess.
"This place looks like it's been burgled," Phoenix mused, following Edgeworth's gaze around the room.
"Or fucked in," Edgeworth huffed a laugh, turning back to Phoenix and kissing him, "I don't know how I'm going to explain this to anyone who comes by,"
"Miles, my dear. Given the sounds you were making, I'd be surprised if anyone didn't know exactly what just happened in here," Phoenix smirked, kissing Edgeworth's cheeks as he started to blush.
"Don't worry, these walls are soundproof," Edgeworth smirked back and then it was Phoenix's turn to blush, "in any case, it's not like my reputation amongst my colleagues could get any worse when it comes to you, so at least there's that," Edgeworth sighed, breathing Phoenix in.
"Hey! You invited me here, remember?" Phoenix lifted his head in mock offense.
"I do indeed remember, rather difficult to forget I would say," Edgeworth playfully kissed the tip of Phoenix's nose.
"I certainly won't be forgetting this any time soon, that's for damn sure," Phoenix chuckled, kissing Edgeworth back.
"And... next time?" Edgeworth asked hesitantly, his heart aching with hope.
"And the time after that, and after that, and- you get the picture," Phoenix smiled, pushing his lips to Edgeworth's. Edgeworth kissed him back, his heart so full he felt that it could burst.
"We should probably get cleaned up," Edgeworth looked down at their bodies, sweat and cum smeared across his chest.
"In a minute," Phoenix mumbled, nuzzling his head into the crook of Edgeworth's neck. Edgeworth sighed happily, his body relaxing under the weight of Phoenix sprawled on top of him. He traced absent-minded circles down Phoenix's back with one hand, the other hand gently running his fingers through Phoenix's hair, accidently combing most of the hair gel out until his hair resembled a slightly shaggy mop- Edgeworth decided he quite liked Phoenix's hair like that and started to wonder how he looked in the mornings, rumpled from sleep.
"You didn't even need those case files, did you?" Phoenix asked drowsily, his voice slightly muffled.
"No, I didn't," Edgeworth admitted with a smile. Phoenix huffed dramatically and rolled over, almost falling off the edge of the couch as Edgeworth caught him and pulled him back.
"Do you forgive me?" Edgeworth fluttered his eyelashes and Phoenix would have laughed had he not been so caught up in Edgeworth's unguarded expression.
"I think I'll manage," Phoenix replied, leaning down and kissing Edgeworth softly. Edgeworth hummed against his lips, kissing him back. Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door and both men's heads shot up.
"Sir?" a quiet voice asked from the other side and Edgeworth immediately recognised it as one of the young police officers he often worked closely with.
"Not now, Jackson," Edgeworth responded in the best work-voice he could muster, though he sounded squeakier than normal. They heard a slight shuffling at the door before the officer turned and disappeared back down the corridor.
"Poor guy walked up twelve flights of stairs for nothing," Phoenix laughed quietly.
"Would you like me to call him back?" Edgeworth raised an eyebrow and Phoenix blushed, very grateful that Edgeworth's office door had a lock.
"Wouldn't want to give the man a fright," Phoenix shook his head, indicating down at their compromising position.
"We really should clean up," Edgeworth said, shifting himself up onto his elbows as Phoenix sat up, still straddling him. He gazed up at him and felt a shiver run down his spine.
"Everything okay?" Phoenix asked teasingly, running his thumbs over Edgeworth's hips.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing you like this," Edgeworth admitted, his eyes tracing over every inch of Phoenix's skin until he felt the other man's hand under his chin, pushing his head up so their eyes met.
"Me neither," Phoenix said quietly, quickly kissing Edgeworth's lips before finally pulling himself up and off Edgeworth's body. Edgeworth instantly missed the feeling of Phoenix's weight on top of him but tried his best to compose himself as he stood, legs wobbling slightly underneath him. The two of them cleaned themselves up, stealing glances at each other's bodies before reluctantly re-dressing.
"Oh, and you owe me a new shirt," Edgeworth quipped, bending down and picking up the ripped cloth that used to be his shirt not that long ago.
"Fair enough," Phoenix laughed, buckling his belt.
"Thank goodness I'd already had the good sense to remove my waistcoat before you got here, I dread to think what you would have tried to do to it otherwise," Edgeworth joked, pulling out a spare shirt from one of his desk draws and slipping it on, tucking it neatly into his trousers.
"How about dinner, tonight?" Phoenix suddenly asked as he finished tying his tie, looking every part the respectable lawyer he always did. Aside from the limp. And the messed up hair. And the rather obvious bruises that were already starting to form on his neck.
"Dinner?" Edgeworth asked, glancing over at Phoenix in surprise.
"Well, I know we're doing things a little out of order here but you didn't really give me much of a chance to take you out to dinner earlier," Phoenix said a little nervously, hoping he wasn't wildly misinterpreting what Edgeworth wanted their relationship to be. Much to his relief, Edgeworth smiled softly as he crossed the room and took Phoenix's hand in his own.
"Dinner sounds perfect,"