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🕑 Added 2020-12-07 01:34:19 +0000 UTCPairing: Kristoph Gavin / Phoenix Wright
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Noncon, spanking, rough sex, yandere Kristoph
Summary: It was punishment...that was what he kept telling himself but the longer he spends buried deep inside Phoenix's addictive heat, the less he's able to lie to himself. There's something deep, darker inside him that aches, longs for Phoenix, and it's finally been set free.
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Everything would have been fine; nothing would have come of these disturbing feelings if this bastard had just stayed in line! The only reason he had been reduced to do something so slightly was because Phoenix had decided to test his patience. He was rational man but even he had his limits. Blowing out a sharp breath through his clenched teeth, Kristoph slammed his hips forward hard, driving his throbbing cock deep inside of Phoenix’s spasming hole. The interior walls clamped down painfully tight around him, as though he was trying to push him out. Kristoph’s perfectly manicured nails dug into Phoenix’s hot, sweaty skin. The bastard lawyer writhed underneath him, gasping out ragged pleas for mercy. Curling his hands tightly around Phoenix’s waist to hold him in place (no matter how obvious it was that he couldn’t get free, the bastard kept trying to escape!), Kristoph leaned hard to nip hard at the back of his neck.
Phoenix shuddered underneath him. His surprisingly soft hair, drenched with sweat, tickled his cheek. The sudden urge to slide his fingers through his thick locks had Kristoph wrenching back up, rapidly ramping up the pace of his thrust. Phoenix let out a strangled wail. He jolted back and forth on top of the desk. Every time his pubic bone slammed against his backside, the plump globes of his ass bounced in a spectacularly lewd way that made Kristoph’s head spin. Smoothing one hand up Phoenix’s back, he shoved his shirt up even further to reveal more of his tanned skin. Pleasure radiated up his spine. His balls hung heavy between his legs. Kristoph struggled to swallow down the moans bubbling up his throat. He…he would not degrade himself anymore by mewling like a cat in heat! This…this was punishment – that was it! It was not meant to feel good. It was not meant to be an intimate moment that closed this infuriating gap between them! It…it was only to…
He gritted his teeth together. This position they were in…it was beginning to infuriate him. All he could see was Phoenix’s back. What kind of face was he making right now? Was he feeling good? Did being forcibly spread open and stuffed full of his cock give him the kind of pleasure he had never experienced before? Growling low in his throat, Kristoph reared a hand back and brought it sailing down onto one of Phoenix’s ass cheeks. Why did he care?! Why did he care if it felt good?! He didn’t want to make him feel good! He wanted him to regret his actions! He wanted him to understand that that bastard Edgeworth could never put his hands on him! No one could touch him! No one could have him! He belonged to him! Phoenix was his alone! He…he wouldn’t give him to anyone. He wouldn’t-!
“WAH! Don’t-! Don’t spank me-!” Phoenix cried out, twisting around to stare up at him with wide, horrified eyes. His handsome face was blushed a gorgeous shade of crimson. Tears streaked down his cheeks. If he was feeling any kind of pleasure, it wasn’t showing anywhere in his expression. No…he looked terrified, confused and hurt.
An intense drip of cold rolled down into Kristoph’s belly. Panting heavily, his chest heaving from the exertion, Kristoph swallowed hard against the sudden dryness in his throat. Hadn’t he just told himself that he didn’t care if it felt good or not? Hadn’t he just thought ‘this was punishment so why did it matter?’. Then why…why did Phoenix looking at him like that made him feel so…unsettled? What was this cold in the pit of his belly? What was this unease? Kristoph clenched his jaw. He hated this. He hated it so much, he could crush Phoenix’s larynx with his bare hands! Why must he feel this way?! Why must he adore him so?! Why was he the one person he struggled so much to hate? These illogical, asinine feelings – they were driving him to the brink of insanity! He wanted to hate him. He wanted to love him. He wanted to crush Phoenix underneath his heel. He wanted to wrap him up in his arms and never let him go!
It was maddening! He was supposed to be the definition of composure – the perfect lawyer who never got unnecessary involved or emotionally compromised yet here he was, indulging in the ultimate form of unreasonable. Despite knowing that, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. This gnawing, desperate, despicable desire had completely overwhelmed him. He…he had to make Phoenix his. As much as the idea unsettled him, there was no other option. Phoenix Wright belonged to no one else but him. Only he alone possessed him…
Letting out a slow, shaky breath, Kristoph slipped a hand underneath Phoenix’s knee, rolling him over onto his back. Ignoring his protesting cry, he shoved his legs up to his chest and resumed slamming into his tight, hot hole. He lunged down to take advantage of Phoenix’s gasping mouth, capturing his lips in a possessive kiss. He shoved his tongue into his mouth, shivering as the sweet taste spread over his tastebuds. Good…he tasted so damn good. How could this man be so addictive? Phoenix moaned loudly into his mouth, his body shuddering underneath him. Trembling hands grabbed hold of the back of his suit jacket.
“Kristoph, stop-!” Phoenix choked out against his lips, trying to turn his head away. “Please-! Can’t we talk about-?!”
“Be silent.” Kristoph murmured, grabbing hold of Phoenix’s jaw to force him back into place. He viciously slammed his hips forward to punctuate his point. This resistance annoyed him to the point of rage. He, however, would force himself to remain calm. With his charisma and tact, it would be easy to…condition Phoenix to be more accepting of him. The bastard lawyer was stubborn but Kristoph knew…there was a love for him lurking within his heart. All he had to do was drag it out, even if he had to do it by force.
