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When Phoenix wakes up, he feels eyes on him. He blinks a few times, trying to be more aware of his surroundings. Turning on his side, he’s met face to face with the Chief Prosecutor of Japanifornia.
“Oh, hello,” he says sleepily, before closing his eyes and yawning. “Do you usually watch me sleep?”
Miles hums, looking at him dreamily, and damn, does that still make his heart flutter—the fact he gets to wake up with Miles Edgeworth in his bed everyday now, looking at him like he just hung the moon and stars. “If I were to be truthful, then the answer would be yes.”
Phoenix lets out an exaggerated gasp, utterly scandalized. “Mr. Prosecutor! What a creep you’re turning out to be.”
Miles rolls his eyes. “Please, I’ve done far more deranged things in the past before we became committed to one another.”
Considering this, Phoenix lets out a hum. “I guess that’s true…Like the time you stole my—”
“Anyway.” Miles quickly cuts in, clearing his throat. Phoenix smirks.
“Using ‘anyway’ to change the subject, I see.” He scooches closer to Miles on the bed, looking at him directly in the eyes. “Are you a weak man, Edgeworth?”
Miles’s expression softens, but there’s a hunger to it as well. “When I’m with you, I do not mind being so.”
Phoenix leans over for a slow, deep kiss. The two of them look at each other for a soft moment before the silence is broken.
“What are you doing up? Besides watching me drool into the pillow, that is.”
Miles glances away. “Ah. Well. I had…a dream.”
Sympathy starts to tug on his heart. “Oh, honey—”
Miles shakes his head. “Not a nightmare. A dream.” He avoids eye contact, face turning a darker shade than it was before.
Perking up, Phoenix says, “Oh? Do tell me more.” He positions himself so that his head is propped up on his hand. “Was it a sexy type of dream?”
He watches as Miles swallows. Bingo.
“What were you dreaming about, Miles?” Phoenix asks softly, his voice nothing more than a low murmur. He peers at Miles, hoping that his husband would turn his head around to actually look at him. “I’m not going to judge you, you know that.”
“Of course I know that,” Miles lightly snaps, turning his head towards Phoenix, before softening. A beat. “Apologies, I—” He shakes his head. “You understand how, from time to time, it is…difficult for me. To talk about such things.”
Phoenix takes Miles’s hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss. “I know, baby.” He reassures him. “I know.”
It’s silent for a bit, and Phoenix is about to drop it. He knows not to push Miles on some things by now. But before he’s just about to change the topic, Miles says something.
“...Your chest.”
Phoenix’s ears perk up automatically. “What?”
Miles clears his throat, staring straight ahead and not at Phoenix. He looks slightly awkward, but also fiercely determined. “In my dream,” he continues, “I was…” He gestures vaguely with his hands. “In between your chest,” he finishes quietly.
A moment passes, and it finally clicks.
“You wanna fuck my tits?”
Miles nearly jumps. “Ngh!” His face turns a darker red than before. “You do not—that word is quite vulgar.”
Phoenix moves closer to Miles, a grin on his face. “Ooh, but you like it. I know you do.”
Miles sputters. “I—I most certainly do not.”
“Oh, yeah? Then what about ta-tas? Bongos. Melons. Boobies. Bozoingas—”
“I am begging you to stop.”
“I’m not going to stop until you admit it,” Phoenix sing-songs, worming closer to Miles and peering over his face while he looks away. “Coconuts. Bangers. Slammers. Tig ol bitties. Danny Devitos—”
“Alright! Alright.” Miles puts his hands out in surrender. “I concede. I…admit, that the first word is…better.”
“Just better?”
Miles glares at him. He sighs. “Fine.” A beat. “I…like it.”
Phoenix grins like the Cheshire cat, before rewarding Miles with a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”
He’s answered with a grumble, but Miles leans into the kiss.
He pulls away, but still cuddled next to Miles’s warmth. “So,” Phoenix starts. “Wanna try it?” he asks lowly.
Miles’s eyes widen slightly. “I…truly?”
Phoenix nods. “I think it’d be fun.” He presses his face in between Miles’s shoulder and neck, planting little kisses that make the body next to him shiver. “Not to mention hot.” He nips Miles’s neck before soothing it with his tongue.
Miles lets out a breathy exhale, craning his neck back slightly so Phoenix would have more surface area to mark up. Phoenix continues to press hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing up to Miles’s ear.
“C’mon, Miles,” he whispers, starting to grind his hips into Miles’s leg. “Fuck my tits. Do it.”
A sharp intake of breath comes from Miles.
“Do you want that?” Phoenix asks. “You wanna see what it looks like for my chest to be covered in your cum? Covered in you?” Miles answers with a needy little noise. “Then get up here—” Phoenix then grabs Miles’s body and guides him so that he’s on top. “—and fuck it.”
Miles worries at his bottom lip before he begins taking off his pajama pants, along with his boxer briefs, placing them both aside on the corner of the bed. Phoenix always goes to bed shirtless, so his chest is already bare, and it seems to have caught Miles’s attention as the other man can’t stop staring.
“Miles,” he says in a more commanding voice, but still loving as ever. “Stop staring and fuck me.”
Miles swallows, and Phoenix can see his hard cock clear as day, red and already weeping pre from the slit.
He must have been really worked up from that dream.
“Get over here.” Phoenix says, voice husky before he’s guiding Miles to be closer to him. Miles readjusts himself so that he’s straddling Phoenix’s chest, his cock resting in between his pecs.
“There we go,” Phoenix softly praises. He takes Miles’s hands and guide them to his tits, making Miles inhale sharply. He presses Miles’s hands against them so that there’s a slight crevice for him to actually fuck.
“Keep your hands right here, okay? I want you to feel good. I want you to use me.” He lets go of Miles’s hands, moving his own so that they’re on Miles’s hips, starting to pull them towards him. “C’mon, Miles. Give it to me.”
Miles follows his orders obediently, like always, and starts to push his cock in between his pecs, letting out a sigh that shows he’s enjoying it. Phoenix starts to feel himself get hard in his boxers just by seeing how much his husband is enjoying this.
“Is this what you were dreaming about, Miles?” Phoenix whispers, watching him in awe. “Dreaming about fucking my tits, about how they’d feel?” Miles nods, biting his lower lip and choking back a moan.
“Don’t hide from me, babe. I wanna hear you. Let me hear you, okay?”
Miles lets out a whimper, starting to thrust faster. “Always—always so good to me,” he pants out, making Phoenix hot all over. Phoenix grips Miles’s hips to make him thrust even faster.
“Ah!”
“I wanna see you lose it, Miles. I wanna see you when you come, when you come all over me and my chest. I’m gonna rub it in, make sure you know that I’m yours.”
“Phoenix—”
Miles is pounding in between his tits at a brutal pace now. Phoenix removes one of his hands on Miles to reach inside his boxers to take himself in hand, stroking himself quickly.
“You’re doing so well, you look so good fucking me, fucking my tits, keep going, keep going—”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you—” Miles sobs out, and then his hips stutter and he’s coming all over Phoenix’s chest, all while thanking Phoenix over and over again as if he was doing him a favor.
Some of Miles’s cum splatters onto his chin, and god, that should not be as hot as it is to him. Phoenix starts fucking into his fist faster and faster, sloppy and messy. “Fuck, Miles, you’re so good, you’re so—”
And then Miles moves his hand to rub his cum into Phoenix’s chest, and he’s a goner.
Phoenix groans as he comes into his hand, thinking about how much he loves his husband, how much he loves Miles Edgeworth.
They both come down from their aftershocks after a bit, panting and breathing heavily. Phoenix drags Miles down to give him a kiss, which Miles returns in kind.
“I love you,” Phoenix says, staring at him with a dopey smile.
“And I, you.” Miles replies.
They rest their heads against each other, simply existing in the moment.
It’s peaceful and silent.
“So, I guess you enjoyed my Mommy Milkers, then, huh?”
Phoenix gets a pillow thrown into his face, but it’s so worth it.