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It's More Than That
🕑 Added 2020-12-07 01:34:18 +0000 UTCPairing: Miles Edgeworth / Phoenix Wright
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Dubcon, rough sex, small mention of blood, yandere Edgeworth
Summary: Edgeworth comes back, again and again, holding him down, spreading him open and each time, Phoenix is forced to face the fact that these complicated feelings he's had for Edgeworth for so long might be more than he originally thought
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A trickle of blood dribbled down his chin, coming from where his teeth were digging into his bottom lip. Exhaling shakily, Edgeworth slipped a hand around his jaw, tugging his head back so he was forced to look up at him. To his dismay, a flash of heat roared through him when his eyes locked onto that dark, heated gaze. Fat droplets of sweat stood out prominently on Edgeworth’s smooth forehead. His normally perfectly styled hair was in disarray, hanging around his flushed face. He…he really was beautiful…probably one of the most gorgeous guys he’d ever met. Phoenix tried to wrench his head away but Edgeworth tightened his grip, digging his blunt nails into his overheated skin. Bending down, Edgeworth pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. Phoenix shuddered, whimpering low in his throat.
It…it was easier to think now that Edgeworth wasn’t moving but that intense heat buried deep inside him was still making his head spin. Tears burned in the corners of his eyes. His heart was hammering wildly inside his chest. He might’ve believed that all of this was some kind of terrible nightmare, if it weren’t for the pain sparking through his mouth as his teeth sank even deeper into his lips. As much as he wanted to convince himself that this was a delusion, a phantom, there was no way around the fact that Edgeworth was using a terrible secret to do…this to him. Nauseous anger bubbled in his stomach. He fumbled to grab hold of the front of Edgeworth’s shirt. This bastard…how could he do this to him?! They were friends! Had he been duped all this time into believing that Edgeworth was the pinnacle of stalwart goodliness?!
“Don’t do that, Wright.” Edgeworth murmured, pressing his thumb to Phoenix’s chin. With a startling amount of strength, he forced his mouth open, shoving two fingers inside. An intense bolt of pleasure plummeted straight down to his already painfully hard cock when his smooth, salty skin slid across his tongue. Gently kissing up the side of his face, Edgeworth gasped, “Be good, Wright, and don’t bite me.”
With those words, he started to move again, thrusting in deep to grind the tip of his large cock against the underside of his belly. Eyes widening, tears streaking down his brightly flushed cheeks, Phoenix curled his bound hands into tight fists. Damn! Damn, damn, damn! Why…why did it have to feel so good?! Edgeworth panted heavily into his ear. The motion of his hips was slow, careful and precise. He slipped in and out of his twitching hole at an unbearably gentle pace, forcing him to feel every inch of his thick, burning hot cock. Ragged pants tumbled out from between Edgeworth’s fingers. His own cock, trapped between his body and the couch, was a constant thrum of throbbing heat. Despite the horrific nature by which this was happening to him, his body was vibrating with a mind-numbing pleasure. Precum flowed in a constant stream out of his cock. Blood roared in his ears. With every thrust, Phoenix could feel himself being dragged closer and closer to cumming.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Wright…” Edgeworth gasped, taking Phoenix’s tongue between his fingers and squeezing it gently. Chuckling huskily, resting his forehead onto the nape of Phoenix’s neck, Edgeworth breathed, “Perhaps…it isn’t right to be addressing you so formally right now. During an intimate time like this, it would be far better to call you…”
Slipping down, Edgeworth brought his mouth to his ear, whispering in a low, smooth voice, dripping with lust and want, “Phoenix.”
His heart leapt up into his throat. What little breath he had managed to get into his lungs whooshed out in one ragged breath. An intense wave of dizziness crashed into him, sending his already sputtering mind reeling. Following close on his heels was a fresh burst of pleasure that made his entire body tingle. His…his name…Edgeworth called him by his name…why…why was he-? Phoenix sobbed bitterly, his head dipping forward. He…he didn’t understand any of this. Why was Edgeworth saying his name in that kind of voice? Why did hearing him say it make his heart race? Why was he feeling so good while he was being forced to do this?! What…what was wrong with him?
Edgeworth chuckled again, “You tightened up so much right then. Do you like hearing me say your name…Phoenix?”
His cock twitched excitedly against the couch cushions. A hard shudder wracked his already trembling body. Dropping down on top of him, Edgeworth curled his arms tight around him, squeezing him against his heaving chest. Still moving his hips in slow, steady thrusts, he murmured into Phoenix’s ear, “Seeing you like this…being inside you, feeling your warmth, knowing that I’m making you feel good-” Edgeworth chuckled, “I don’t think I can let you go after this.”
Dragging his tongue up the curve of his cheek, Edgeworth breathed, “You don’t want me to either, do you, Phoenix?”
Phoenix’s eyes widened. He twisted around to glare, as best, he could up at Edgeworth but the bastard only smiled, pushing down further to press another kiss to the corner of his lips.
“You haven’t realized yet…but you will.” Edgeworth’s arms curled tighter around him, “I’ll keep holding you close until you finally get it.”
Edgeworth’s dark eyes, burning with an intense, near deranged lust, flickered up to capture Phoenix’s gaze, “You belong to me…”
“Edg-“ Phoenix started to mumble around his fingers but before he could get his name fully out, Edgeworth straightened up. Curling his hands tight around Phoenix’s waist, he held in him place as he abruptly ramped up the speed of his thrusts. Crying out wetly, Phoenix could only endure a couple of those hard, rough thrusts before he was cumming with a despicably lewd moan and a pronounced shudder. Pleasure coursed through his veins, setting every inch of his body alight. As he trembled and whimpered from the intensity of his orgasm, he distantly felt wet heat spilling into his insides. A quiet, exhausted relief that it was finally over tried to take dominance in his mind but it was quickly overwhelmed by confused indignation. He was Edgeworth’s? What sort of stupid bunk was that?
He didn’t belong to him…he didn’t ever want him to do something like this again…
“Phoenix…” Edgeworth breathed, collapsing on top of him. His warmth sunk into his skin. He pressed a soft kiss to the nape of his neck, “I’ll never let you go.”
Pulling in a shaky breath, Phoenix started to snap at the bastard to get off him but couldn’t get the words out. He hated this…but he hated this uncertainty even more. Why had he enjoyed it so much? Why had it felt so good? He couldn’t make any sense of it. Edgeworth…he should be decking him right now; kicking him off with all the strength he had in his body so why…why was he so content to just lie here? Phoenix twisted his head around to look up at the fluffy top of Edgeworth’s head. These complicated feelings he had for Edgeworth…the ones that had confused him for so long…were they the cause?
