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Phoenix had been the one to initiate- well, everything. It turned out that he was just as persistent to win Miles' heart as he was to win a court case. And, well, he had succeeded. Because Phoenix Wright always wins.
It certainly helped that, after 15 long years, that man was finally out of his hair and in prison. The verdict lifted the figurative shackles that had strangled Miles' heart.
And so Miles finds himself in a hotel bed, passionately making out with the biggest dork in existence. The two shed their clothes with ease, and then Phoenix is on top of him, grinding down on his stomach.
"Miles, do you want to..?"
"Yes," Miles breathes. "Yes, of course, Phoenix."
Phoenix looks down at where Miles' dick lays, still soft between his legs. "Do you want me to-"
"You can top," Miles interjects quickly. "I... I have ED." That isn't a complete lie.
Phoenix gives an easy laugh. "No need to be embarrassed about that," he leans down and gives Miles a peck on the cheek. "As long as you're enjoying it."
Miles lays back and watches as Phoenix hastily puts on a condom. He looks good, flushed and breathing heavily, stray hairs framing his face. A nervous knot is forming in Miles' stomach, but he knows he can endure. He wants to endure. He wants this.
"Ready?"
Miles nods. He exhales as Phoenix slowly enters him, and groans when he bottoms out.
Miles is enjoying being intimate with Phoenix, it's just- his body doesn't respond properly. He feels slightly guilty, but he puts up an act for Phoenix because the man is trying so hard: squirming under him, clenching down at the right moments, moaning into his ear. He knows how to act. He's a perfect- a good actor. The part where he runs his hands through Phoenix's hair is real, though. He loves Phoenix's stupid hair.
"Fuck, you're so good, Miles," Phoenix pants breathlessly, leaning his head into the crook of Miles' neck as he quickens his pace.
Miles can only lay in place and wait it out now. He moves his hands down to Phoenix's hips to encourage him, but soon, Phoenix halts and sits up, looking down at Miles, concern written all over his face.
"What's wrong, don't you want to finish?" Miles winces. That came out more bluntly than he'd meant it to be.
"I, uh... Miles, are you actually enjoying yourself?" His worried eyes bore holes into Miles' brain.
He feels exposed.
"...of course I'm enjoying myself." He doesn't meet Phoenix's gaze.
"Objection!!" Phoenix points an accusatory finger at him, still balls deep in his guts. "This evidence clearly contradicts your statement!"
Miles rolls his eyes. "Objection! You're badgering me," he says with a half-assed smirk.
Phoenix laughs nervously. "Well, I've been trying to make you feel good but I mean, I don't think I've been doing a very good job. That is to say I want to get you off but I don't know how? Especially with your ED, you know-"
"You... Want to 'get me off.'" That's not right. Miles was never, ever allowed to cum when-
"Well yeah, we're partners aren't we?" His expression softens. "I want to make you feel good."
Miles is silent. The gears are spinning in his head.
"If you want to stop we can do that, I don't want to push it if you're not-"
"Pain."
"What?"
"Pain... Makes me feel good." And it's all von Karma's fault. But he doesn't say that part out loud.
"A-are you sure?" Phoenix asks, slightly startled by this revelation.
It takes a lot for Miles to muster up the courage to say what he says next. "Yes, really. Hit me, pinch me, bite me, choke me, pull my hair, anything is fair game." He crosses his arms. "Seriously."
Phoenix blushes, stammering. "I, I'll try- I mean, yeah, just tell me if it's too much, okay?"
"I swear under punishment of perjury that I will tell you if it's too much." Really, nothing Phoenix could do to him would be too much, that man's capacity for sadism is about the level of a newborn puppy's. But he says it anyway and Phoenix laughs; Miles can tell the quip made him more at ease.
"So..." Phoenix starts moving his hips again, this time bending over so his mouth meets Miles' shoulder. He scrapes his teeth gently against his skin, then gives a tentative nibble.
Miles' breath hitches, and he encourages Phoenix to bite harder. It's remarkably easier to ask for what he really wants when he's asking a man who respects him. Loves him, even.
Phoenix obliges, the force of his bite making Miles gasp. His hands squeeze Miles' hips, exploring his torso as he fucks him with a slow, steady rhythm. Miles' dick twitches, hardening as Phoenix marks his shoulders.
Miles then guides Phoenix's hands to his thighs; Phoenix follows his lead and starts kneading them. He can see the man's delight at the fact that he's hard now, which Miles finds quite endearing.
He squeezes Phoenix's wrists. "It's alright, you can go harder."
And so he squeezes, his fingernails digging in, eliciting a gasp from Miles. "Harder- please."
Phoenix picks up his pace and grabs his thighs hard. Sparks fly up his spine, finally, this is what he needed.
"Fuck, Miles, you're so fucking pretty, you feel so good, are you feeling good?"
Miles nods, tears pricking his eyes. Good tears. God, everything feels so good.
The next thing Phoenix does is sit up and lift Miles' legs to his shoulders, all while keeping his pace. Gripping hard enough to leave bruises, he bites the inside of Miles thigh and that's what pushes him to the edge.
"Fuck, Wri- Phoenix!"
The pain isn't overwhelming, but it feels so good coming from a man who actually loves him.