Turnabout is Fair Play
Turnabout is Fair Play
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I apologize for the title, it
had to be done! This is just a quickie
porn fic to psyche me up for the multi-chapter
Oneshot
Miles caught him at the
sink. It was probably a good thing
exactly what it was about his new lover that set him off.
about a man, even an attractive one, doing something so
simple and commonplace as washing dishes.
But as Miles watched him from his seat at the kitchen table something
about the spiky-haired defense attorney caught his attention.
shirt, rumpled from a long day’s work, formed subtle, round creases where he’d rolled
it to his elbows. In the way the seam
perfectly traced the long curve of his spine…
Miles had both now: one hand
he’d twisted tightly in the bunched up fabric at
pressing into his shoulder blade. Warm
dish water soaked into his sleeve and collar where trembling fingers gripped
him back. When Miles kissed him, when
his tongue boldly demanded entrance past
vermicelli and rice he’d cooked for dinner.
It was a strange thing to notice when they were already pressed fitfully
together, gasping for breath between each hurried kiss.
his partner faintly clinging. He hadn’t
expected Miles’ sudden advances and his face was already flushed.
his head, intercepting lips with chin so that he could catch his breath.
kisses along
“Edgeworth….”
sensitive patch of skin below the crook of his jaw, and he instinctively tilted
his head back for easier access. “Can’t
I…at least finish…?”
“No.”
the pressure of his tongue. His
aggression was enough to make
behind him for support. The reaction
sent a thrill through Miles’ already taut body.
“You didn’t let me watch the news the other day.”
chuckle, half murmur--when Miles slid a hand to the back of his neck.
that…”
“Cute…?”
“Yeah….”
fingers into Miles’ carefully kept hair.
He made that little noise again that Miles was starting to adore.
“Nothing a
turtleneck won’t cover,” Miles
replied smartly. He was in a predatory
mood that evening, and as charming as
already hungry for something more substantial.
He tugged
table, turning in circles on their way out of the kitchen.
“Awful desperate, aren’t we?”
bedroom. He leaned back against the wall
in another breath-gathering attempt which this time Miles shared.
“Maybe.”
his head—there really was no explaining it.
He was not unused to having a lover, but rarely was he so easily
aroused. He licked his lips as he began
unbuttoning
“You’re the one that asked to stay over tonight.”
before lifting once more, meeting Miles’ heavy gaze.
“Better than spending the night alone.”
“Can’t
argue that.”
Miles hadn’t finished with
the buttons yet but he pulled
down the rest of the hall.
but that wouldn’t last for long. Unlike
plenty of extra energy to work off.
Miles stopped him again at
the foot of the bed, claiming
unbuttoning his shirt. By then
forced to pause to get his arms out of the sleeves.
coordinated yet. Miles moved quickly,
stripping
kept having to stop to make way for him.
When
himself being pushed, step by step, back against the bed.
“Edgeworth—”
Miles pushed against his
chest. In terms of size he only had a
scant inch of height and a few pounds of muscle over the other man, but that
never stopped him from bowling
defense attorney flopped back against the twin mattress with a quiet “
he soon recovered, scooting back into a more centered position on the bed as
Miles crawled after him.
“Edgeworth,”
his. He craned his chin back so Miles
could reach that same stretch of tender flesh along his neck; Miles accepted
the invitation readily. He murmured
softly against
shirt and pants.
“Yes?”
“You know…”
clothes off that much faster. “You don’t
have to push so much.”
Miles frowned thoughtfully as
he slipped out of his shirt, tossing it carelessly aside.
down his hips he abruptly smirked.
“Huh?”
to tug off his own last article of clothing.
“I mean, you’re always shoving. I
know you’re horny, but is it really necessary?”
“But it’s just so much fun,”
Miles teased, “to see you roll over so easily.”
“What?!”
then that Miles finished stripping and stretched out over him again.
made his breath catch for a moment and silenced his complaints.
Miles drew his hand slowly
down
affections of his mouth. “You were
saying?”
“Yes…I mean, hey.”
contact of skin between them. His voice
was almost comedic in its indignation. “I
don’t ‘roll over easily.’”
“Don’t you?”
rose back up, sealing his lips over
little more vindicated.
“No I don’t!”
his knees along Miles’ hips, rubbing him encouragingly with his thighs.
Miles moaned softly in
appreciation. “It’s not a bad thing,” he
tried to reason. He kissed
together, hoping to get more of those little sounds of pleasure out of his
lover. “It’s just your nature.”
“My what?”
wanted. His self control wasn’t quite
that strong, though, and he couldn’t help pressing his hips up against his
partner’s enticing movements. His breath
hissed anxiously through his teeth.
“Your nature,” Miles
repeated. He slid a hand down to tug
his thigh. “Just like
in court.”
as he tried to keep his thoughts in order.
His voice rose in pitch a little the higher Miles’ nimble fingers crept
along his leg. “What do you mean, like
court?”
“I mean,” Miles purred, “you
always roll over and take it from me.
He was expecting another
breathless protest, some more delicious wriggling, and was a little surprised
when none came.
attentions. When he did speak, his voice
came out…uncharacteristically smug.
“Just like in court, huh?”
Miles blinked, and in that
scant moment when his guard was down
his hand against Miles’ shoulder he was able to throw his weight forward,
flipping them both over in a mess of silk sheets and sweat-moistened
limbs. Miles was too surprised by the
sudden turnabout to properly react; all of a sudden
ears.
“Wright!”
squirmed, but
it. And with
the leverage. “What are you—
“The way I remember court,”
satisfaction, “is you falling apart at the last minute while I make my big
comeback.”
Miles’s
chance to retort—
still tight about Miles’ wrists as he traced the contours of his partner’s
mouth with an eager tongue. Wherever the
unexpected confidence had come from Miles wasn’t prepared to defend against
His struggles ceased as he accepted the heavy kiss with a faint shiver.
When
looked entirely too triumphant. He
didn’t give Miles a chance to catch his breath before releasing the man’s
wrists in favor of his knees. He grinned
as he urged Miles’ thighs apart and slipped between them.
“H-Hey, wait,” Miles
protested, regaining his composure a moment too late.
passionate kiss. Distracted as he was,
it wasn’t hard for
his back. “Stop whining,”
startled cry. Miles had been expecting a
little extra warning and struggled quickly to adjust.
Despite the stretching pain Miles couldn’t help but appreciate
His heart was pounding as he shifted his knees higher and let the
sensation of being filled spread through his burning muscles.
“It’s not my fault,”
your own ass.” Sweat had broken out on
his forehead as he began to move, slowly at first, rocking their hips firmly
together.
Miles groaned thinly; gradually
the ache of another body intruding on his turned to delicious friction, rendering
his mind momentarily blank. Nothing
could have prepared him for
rare vigor, let alone his girth. He
wasn’t sure at first if he’d be able to respond at all outside the clumsy
pawing of his fingers and reckless murmurs.
“What’s…the matter?”
tastes. “No more…witty remarks?”
armpit
shoulder.
Normally Miles wouldn’t have
been convinced he could be quite that flexible.
But when
help but shudder and moan at the fiery pleasure it echoed
through him. Paying no heed to
at him with his knee. “Wright…”
other leg up as well. Some of that cocky
attitude of his was finally wearing thin as his pulse grew quick and
harsh. His lips were moving, spilling
whispered pleas that Miles couldn’t make out through his own desperation.
deep penetration drove the prosecutor a little madder until his own voice was
just as ragged and his mutterings just as senseless.
headrest for leverage when
leaned forward, shoving him into the mattress.
Miles came first, though later
no amount of teasing would convince him he came early.
out deeply as his muscles tightened around his yet moving lover.
already beginning to soften Miles’ body was trembling and extra sensitive,
making those last moments of pleasure when Phoenix finally came inside him almost
too much.
Both men collapsed.
his legs were bent further and shoved with quivering hands at
“Heavy,” he uttered between gasps of air.
weight off him. “Too
heavy.”
focus he was vaguely surprised that
time they’d made love: his eyelids were fluttering over a weary gaze, his lips
parted in a faint, almost-smile.
any state to evaluate facial expression whenever he had the chance to see it,
but he could have sworn there was genuine awe buried in those hooded, bright
blue eyes. As if he was savoring a moment
of intimacy never to be repeated. It was
strangely moving, and Miles wondered vaguely if he had ever appeared so
sincere.
“Off,” Miles grunted, kicking
his heels against
“Okay, okay.”
to the mattress. He wiped sweat from his
forehead and toppled onto his side.
“Damn, Edgeworth.”
“I had no idea you were so—”
“Don’t even,” Miles grumbled,
stretching his legs out. He could tell
already how sore he was going to be in the morning, and was very grateful he
had no impending cases to prosecute.
Though feeling distinctly unclean at the moment when he turned his head
he caught
feel like moving. “Thanks for holding
back,” he added sarcastically as he pushed the hair out of his face.
side. Miles tensed in expectation of
some physical retort but was met only with a wet kiss to his shoulder.
to stop
“Well?”
ruling in my favor?”
Miles pursed his lips.
time I’ll just have to try harder.” He
chuckled, and kissed Miles’ cheek before slipping off the bed.
Miles ground his teeth.
that, come morning, his whole body would be an unruly tangle of sore muscles.
answer. “…All right.”
he could feel the man’s grin, all the way to the bathroom.