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The courtroom was emptied soon after the defendant's verdict was handed down. Not Guilty, meaning that the defense attorney for this case, Phoenix Wright, should be quite pleased with his performance. And he was, smiling nonchalantly with an overwhelming air of relief as he gathered his papers from his desk.
Phoenix could see the gloomy Prosecutor, Miles Edgeworth, across the room, stacking his own papers in a neat pile in the center of his desk. An aura of irritation surrounded the mulberry-clad prosecuting attorney, mirroring the hardened, solemn look on his face.
This case, as usual, had taken its toll on both of them, and, as usual, seemed to have affected Miles a substantial amount more-- Phoenix could see it in his partner's face, in his slouched posture, and in the little unnecessary annoyed movements he made, when he was usually so graceful and careful.
There was never really a time Phoenix wasn't worried about Miles, or at least thinking of him. After court, even when not facing off against Phoenix, was usually when his concern peaked. He would usually urge his somber boyfriend to take a break after a stressful case like this-- take a day off, a week off even, let old Feenie help you relax a little!
Phoenix did have ways to relax Miles even at the worst of times, and even though Miles always had his objections, it would never fail to lift his mood.
The Judge left after clapping the attourneys on the shoulder and having a very quick word with each of them, before heading out with the jury. Phoenix grinned at His Honor's praise, and had seen Miles nod thoughtfully at his own. The Prosecutor then adjusted his cravat and picked up his briefcase, preparing to leave.
"Hold it!" Phoenix raised his brows, then lifted his hand to get Miles' attention.
Miles looked up curiously, furrowing his brows as Phoenix quickly made his way across the carpeted room to the Prosecutor's desk. The blue-suited man gave a cheerful smile and held out his hand, requesting a handshake. Miles regarded the gesture with little more than a dismissive glare.
Phoenix knit his brows with concern, but he kept smiling, even as Miles scoffed and gained a sudden interest in the grain of his wooden desk. The defense attorney moved his outstretched hand up to rest on Miles' pale cheek.
"Objection," Miles muttered irritably, face heating up slightly as his gaze moved up to meet Phoenix's.
Phoenix moved his other hand up so that he was cupping Miles' face, giving him another supportive smile, a vestige of which was returned to him. Phoenix chuckled and leaned forward to press his lips to the Prosecutor's. Miles' hands slowly left the safety of his desk to rest on Phoenix's waist, and Phoenix's hand left Miles' face to brush through his neat smoky brown hair.
Miles was the one to pull Phoenix closer, to the latter's surprise, and soon he had the former pressed against the wall behind the prosecutor's desk. Both his hands were entangled in Miles' soft hair, and Miles' hands on his waist were pulling him rhythmically into the bulge rapidly tightening his expensive mulberry trousers.
Edgeworth must really need to relax right now, Phoenix thought, inwardly amused.
"Objection?" Phoenix inquired gently as he pulled back out of the kiss just enough so that their lips were barely brushing.
Miles gave a soft dismissive grunt. "Take that," he murmured, and once more locked lips with the defense attorney.
Phoenix moved his hands from his partner's hair and took a hold of his lapels, extremely careful not to leave sweaty fingerprints on the expensive material lest its owner call the bailiff in for contempt of coat. He quickly have the corner of Miles' mouth a quick peck before leaving a long, winding trail of kisses up his strong jawline and down his hot neck.
With each kiss, he could feel Miles, physically and emotionally, getting more excited, and his breathing getting noticably more ragged with arousal. Phoenix reached to hook his fingers in Miles' white cravat to remove it for him.
"Objection!" Miles suddenly cried, grabbing Phoenix's offending hand and pulling it away from his throat. He couldn't let Phoenix disrobe him right now, they had to keep this as clean as it could possibly be. Instead he moved Wright's hand towards his waistband.
After Phoenix's surprise and puzzlement subsided, he gave a grin and a nod of understanding. He unclipped Miles' belt for him, and unzipped his mulberry slacks, pulling them down along with his boxers to at last fully expose his ass and free his hard cock. The sight made Phoenix's own dick ache with anticipation.
He heard Miles give a sigh, and the prosecutor expectantly leaned forward against his desk without any requests or orders required. Phoenix barely considered lubricant, and he didn't want to leave Miles waiting like this, so he quickly put his index finger into his mouth. This was a foolish act, and Miles couldn't even spread his legs very far apart thanks to his pants only being about a third of the way down, but it would have to do.
Phoenix waited a moment for an objection from Miles. When none came, he laid one hand on the small of the prosecutor's back, pressing the pointer finger of the other hand into his partner's hole. Miles' breath hitched at the familiar tightness, and he stiffened in preparation before remembering to relax.
Phoenix, once again not hearing any protests, slowly pulled his finger out, and slowly drove it back in, then again, pace quickening.
Once he'd established a decent rhythm, Phoenix crooked his finger to stroke the swollen bundle of prostatal nerves each time he entered. Each time, Miles' hips gave a twitch and he would let out a small, uncharacteristic whine, encouraging Phoenix to continue, speeding up his pace and adding an extra finger.
It took all Miles had not to wantonly butt his hips into the edge of his desk to stimulate his neglected dick. They were already disrespecting the sanctity of the courtroom doing this, but his principles warned him that he mustn't use his prosecutor's desk for pleasure. His finicky thoughts quickly turned back to the task at hand as Phoenix's stroking, along with the sting of being penetrated, sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine, and he stifled a groan into the palm of his hand.
Miles was all the more sensitive after that, keeping his mouth covered to keep himself quiet as Phoenix's efforts repeatedly made his muscles stiffen and his cock leak precum into his awaiting hand.
"Hold it," Phoenix grunted as he pulled his fingers out, nearly wiping them on his trousers before correcting himself and going to unbuckle his belt. He pulled out the erection that had been straining at the blue fabric for what felt like hours of doing this.
"Objection," Miles shot hoarsely back at him, eager, and afraid of taking too long and being unfortunately discovered. Not too afraid to stop what was already in motion, however.
"Hold it," Phoenix replied defensively, raising one hand. After Miles leaned further down to relax himself fully again, Phoenix positioned himself between the prosecutor's spread legs, and used his hand to help press into Miles' rather unprepared, practically non-lubricated entrance. With his other hand, he held onto his partner's hip to give himself leverage.
Miles let out a gutteral noise that sounded vaguely like "Objection-"
Phoenix grit his teeth at the tightness and leaned over to press himself flush against Miles' back, wrapping his arms around the other as he fully entered. He slowly withdrew, then thrust into Miles again, brushing over his prostate and drawing a gasp out of the other.
Phoenix moaned into the back of the mulberry fabric, reaching back to finally give Miles' dick the attention it had been missing. Phoenix barely had to touch the prosecutor's erection before it earned him a groan, and Miles had to bury his face in his sleeve to keep from crying out even more as Phoenix rubbed down the length, paying particular attention to the sensitive ridge.
"H-hold it!" Miles whined into his sleeve.
Phoenix continued thrusting into his partner, breathing heavily now. "Take that! Objection!" He replied, bucking his hips into Miles once more.
Phoenix felt Miles' muscles stiffen against his chest, and the prosecutor's entrance tighten with his dick still deep inside the other. Miles gripped the edge of the desk, giving a shudder, crying out, "Eureka!!" as he came with Phoenix still holding him, white spattering the wood of the desk.
Phoenix followed suit, quickly pulling himself out of his partner to climax. Also on the prosecutor's desk. "T-take that!" He moaned.
Miles was red in the face, equally from orgasm and indignation about what had become of his desk, even as he slowly came down from his climactic high. Phoenix was panting, reaching to put an arm around Miles to help him stand, and grinning dopily. Miles watched him blankly for a moment, then he came to his senses and cuffed Phoenix over the head lovingly. "Take that." He huffed, tucking his rapidly deflating erection back into his trousers and attempting to make himself look presentable again as Phoenix scrambled to find tissues to clean the desk with.