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It was his favorite fantasy.

Edgeworth could barely hold his hollow, breathy moans back as he was reaching climax. His whole body trembled beneath his hands, his steady-pumping palms along his twitching erection that yearned for release.

He could feel Phoenix licking one nipple and pinching the other.

He brought one hand up beneath his shirt and vest and rapidly began fondling his nipple until it became hard. A whimper escaped him.

He could almost hear Phoenix whisper something after giving him a playful nip, a mixed jumble of incoherency, but something incredibly sexy regardless.

Edgeworth swallowed thickly and let a hard breath escape his nostrils. He tried to think a little more clearly, though his thoughts continued to race while his one hand stroked his cock and the other fondled his chest.

“When you play with yourself… Are you thinking of me? Does your body hunger for me?”

The fingers he had gently tugging at his nipple began to slither down his body slowly. Each finger raked a suculant path down his belly, past his pelvis, and then sunk behind his dick. They began to fondle his scrotum, which was tender, and his hands began working in a slow, pleasurably agonizing harmony.

He whispered through Phoenix’s lips again; “When you play with yourself… Do you think of me?” He could almost imagine the lawyers hands fondling him, squeezing him, teasing him.

Instinctively, Edgeworth’s legs parted a little, and the hand at his scrotum crept deeper between his thighs that were damp with sweat.

“Oh… God…!” he half-whispered, half-moaned. Edgeworths’ facial features, which were normally so formal and demure, were pinched, were flushed, were gleaming, were struggling to make all but one expression that displayed his almost-satiated desire.

Slowly one of his fingers slid toward his anus, and gently stroked a circle around the budding hole.

He could feel Phoenix draw him closer, slipping his hand underneath his bottom and starting to prod his fingers into his ass.

“Tell me… Do you play with yourself here?” his rival asked, almost feeling his accusing gaze upon his own trembling, naked body.

Edgeworth’s finger gently poked in, and his hand at his cock started rubbing rapidly at the base in short strokes, making his balls bounce a little.

“Do you play with yourself here…?” His fingers went a little deeper. “… Do you think of me, here?”

Edgeworth could barely stifle himself from responding, allowing a swallowed “Yes!” to escape his mouth and be greeted by nothing but silence. A second finger joined with his other and started pressing their way into his anus, but then immediately retracted.

His body sought a more satisfying position on impulse, and hurriedly he turned from laying on his back on the couch in his office to bent forward over the arm of the furniture and kneeling. Edgeworths hands then resumed their former place--but not before he gave his fingers a thick slather of saliva--and his fantasy returned in all of its hot glory in his head.

“Fuck me, Wright!” both he and his fantasy called, “Fuck me, here--!” He could see himself, in his mind, allowing Phoenix to greet his ass with his throbbing cock, which he imagined was hungry for him.

His index finger and pinky roughly split his ass apart, and he could feel a mild coolness waft between his legs. His remaining two fingers, without hesitance, plunged into his asshole and his whole body quivered.

Phoenix thrust his dick into Edgeworth then, and started pumping inside of him rapidly. His penis rocked against Edgeworths insides, and he could concentrate on nothing more but about how good it felt; how much MORE he wanted.

Edgeworths other hand was in a frenzy at his cock, shifting between pumping it, stroking it, and squeezing it in no particular order. His eyes started to part open, his breath now uttering a steady, quiet moan, and though it was his office that lay before his sight he could still only see the fantasy in his mind.

Phoenix’s cock was a wonder inside him, it thrust against his back and he could feel it going deeper and deeper, approaching the one spot inside him that would make Edgeworth absolutely crazy.

As his dick ventured deeper, Edgeworth could imagine his balls bumping against his own.

While the fingers in his ass furiously drew in and out in hurried thrusts, his other hand palmed his balls and massaged them roughly; a quick, pleasured yelp escaped his shuddering maw and his torsoe sunk a little. His knees begged to buckle but were restricted by his pants, and his body would not allow it. Not while he was so close, he didn’t want to be tense.

He could imagine Phoenix shouting obscenities at him, telling Edgeworth what a tight ass he had, teasing him about the hardness of his cock and he could feel himself beginning to lose it. Edgeworths body was completely hot, completely welcoming, and begging for more.

“Ung--!! Wright--!”

His fantasy mixed with reality once again, as he found himself wailing Phoenix’s name aloud.

“Miles--!” he imagined Phoenix shouted, he imagined Phoenix teetering on the edge of climax himself. He could feel his rivals cock just starting to tease the spot inside of him, just starting to inch its way to it. Edgeworths pelvis began bucking ever-so-slightly, as if to suck him in deeper.

The reality of it was, Edgeworth was bucking wildly, his fingers scissored inside his anus and dug deeper and deeper while his other hand played ravenously with his cock, which was beginning to dribble pre-cum.

He imagined he could see Phoenix’s face just beyond his shoulder, his vision a little wobbly and distorted as Phoenix continued to push into him with all of his might. He was so sexy, he thought to himself. With his bottom lip half-pinched between his teeth and his brows knit, and his eyes feasting upon Edgeworths naked body like a starving beast.

Edgeworth felt a violent tremble overcome him suddenly, his back arched upwards a little and his ass was tight around his fingers. A pained whine fell from his lips.

He heard Phoenix release a gasp just then, and Edgeworth felt his cock just pushing its head against that wonderful spot inside him.

“Sh..Shit--!” Phoenix voice was a winced howl. Edgeworth could almost feel his dick quiver inside him, ready to release his load. He imagined he could feel some of Phoenix’s hot, wet semen just beginning to pearl along his innards.

Miles shuddered, and his body seemed immobile for a moment. His breathing took a pace as though he had just run up a 10 mile hill, and then ever so slowly, his fingers dove deeper again into his anus, brushing against that sweet, sweet spot.

“Fuck--Wright!!” he shouted, rearing his head back. He was once again stricken immobile, his body now a slave to Phoenix’s dick. He thought he felt his rival respond with a fierce tug on his torsoe, bringing his ass down onto his cock as far as it could go.

Edgewroths fingers went in to the knuckle, and his body trembled in response. He was wide-eyed and staring into nothing now, completely sexed out, breathless, his body just waning on the edge of ecstasy.

Then he felt it; Phoenix let his hot release explode inside his asshole, and Miles imagined it rushed in so hard that drove him and his body over the edge.

“Oh FUCK--!! WRIGHT!!”

All it took was one more brush against his prostate, and Edgeworth completely lost it. His body bolted upright and then settled again, with his weight on his knees and his pelvis thrusting madly into his own hand, which stroked his cock feverishly to release his own load. It shot out for a breif moment before settling to a thick dribble, and he continued to pump himself though he began to soften.

Unconsciously, his body settled back and he was laying down again, then Edgeworth was staring at the ceiling while pleasurable aches pulsed inside and outside of his body. His breathing began to settle from hollow, heavy panting to shallow, silent breaths; his hands still worked at his dick and his ass, gently stroking, gently massaging.

Edgeworths fantasy was beginning to fade and his vision started to uncloud. Phoenix’s relieved eyes and supple lips left behind one delicious kiss before the familiarity of Miles’ office came to view, and it was then that his whole body fell motionless. He lay with his pants around his thighs, his shirt a damp and sweaty mess, his couch covered in his own filth, and his hands between his legs, but Edgeworth’s breath exuded from his lips lovingly and eyes still glossy.

“…Damn it,” the prosecutor thought to himself, a crestfallen look pushing its way onto his face.

It was simply all that he could think of, the one word, and then the also-familiar shame settled in. Once he started to clean himself up, his thoughts turned to Wright again.

And the next time he would see him in court.


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