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Uncharacteristic or no, the Corinthian certainly found no reason to complain. He even paused to watch the little demonstration as he walked in after, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he tugged his boots off. It was an encouraging sight he didn't get to see very often.

"Even if someone did decide they need me, they're not about to ask." And he wastes even less time in catching up with his companion, arms wrapping loosely around Edgeworth's waist from behind in order to tug him back against the nightmare, close enough to lean in and nip teasingly at the other man's ear. "I think we're good."

"Mm," Edgeworth agreed. "Just one of the many benefits of maintaining a certain reputation." At the nightmare's first, intimate touch, Edgeworth hesitated to respond. Their relationship was still relatively new. For that matter, relationships in general were an entirely unfamiliar experience for Edgeworth, and several months still hadn't been able to purge him of all of his skittishness.

Eventually he did lean back into the embrace, allowing the Corinthian to hold him close for a short while before pulling away. Throwing an inviting smirk over his shoulder, he stopped beside the bed and continued the methodical ritual of removing layers of formal clothing.

And as much as the nightmare wanted to follow, it was that initial hesitation that held him back. It was a long process, learning each others limits. Instead he occupied himself with shrugging off his own jacket to toss on a corner of the bed's headboard, leaving Edgeworth to the routines he was so fond of.

And he didn't really mind watching the show.

"If there are any others, I haven't seen them yet." That smirk, he decided, really wasn't helping matters, and soon enough he moved back over to the other man. No touching this time, only a light tug at the front of Edgeworth's dress shirt as he leaned close again, mouth near his ear. "Want help with that?"

"Quick obedience...an eagerness to please, if only to avoid a superior's wrath... It's not the most subtle of management methods but at times it has its uses."

His jabot and jacket joined the Corinthian's jacket on the headboard just in time to leave him open again to his partner's attention. His fingers froze on his shirt buttons, his breath catching inaudibly in his throat. "I am capable of handling it myself, Corinthian..." he said, breathily, "...but if it would really please you to help..." With that, he let go of the buttons and gently laid his hands on the nightmare's shoulder and the back of his neck.

A small hum was the only response he got, but the nightmare did take up the invite almost immediately. Slowly, very carefully, the buttons were flicked open one by one, and despite how much he enjoyed getting Edgeworth anxious and flustered, when he finally traced down his jawline to his mouth the soft kiss was still just as tentative as it always was.

Ordinarily, the response he got might have been equally hesitant. Edgeworth had never been very fond of kissing and rarely went out of his way to make it linger, preferring instead to move on to more engaging activities. This time, however, he deepened the kiss without prompting, tightening his grip on his partner's neck and throwing himself into the contact with surprising enthusiasm. It didn't last long before he was ready to move on, but while it persisted it was as heated as he'd ever gotten.

When Edgeworth finally pulled away, he wasted no time in slipping off his shirt, laying it on the rest of the clothes, then turning back to his companion, eager to return the favor.

He was a little surprised to find how disappointed he was when the kiss ended, which, as far as he was concerned, was all too quickly. The small noise he made in protest probably said that much.

Though the nightmare was still more than happy to let him assist in tugging his own shirt off, nudging Edgeworth toward the bed all the while. All he needed to do was get the man comfortable and relaxed so they could....

"I wanted to try something a little different. That alright?"

A subtle, self-satisfied smirk touched Edgeworth's lips as he allowed himself to be herded toward the bed. These signs of appreciation were significant ego boosts and therefore always welcome...and knowing his partner was enjoying himself was of course an added bonus.

When he felt the bed touch the back of his legs, he paused to finish divesting the Corinthian of his shirt. "Something different?" he asked, taking great care to run his perfectly manicured nails across the nightmare's skin as he tugged at the fabric. "Was it the bustle of tourists on Hollywood Blvd. or that exquisite Italian cuisine that put you in such an adventurous mood?"

The small action earned an equally small shiver, but it was gone the moment the shirt was successfully tugged off and dropped unceremoniously to the floor. The Corinthian was close again in an instant. He slowly ran his hands up the warm body before him, idly tracing over familiar territory, and in a surprising show of affection he leaned down and nuzzled Edgeworth's neck fondly.

"Mm, I think we both know my thoughts on those tourists," he replied, muffling a small laugh against the other man's skin. "No, it's just....something I've been thinking about."

A shudder ran through Edgeworth as the nightmare's warm palms ran up his bare skin with tantalizing slowness. By the time the Corinthian buried his face against Edgeworth's sensitive neck, his nerves were already singing with anticipation, so that the sudden display sent gooseflesh racing across his body.

He bit back a gasp and wrapped his arms around his partner's shoulders, letting his fingers play along his back and down, also taking his time to trace hungrily over familiar territory.

"Hmm," he murmured against the Corinthian's ear. "Despite your pitch not being exceptionally persuasive, you've still managed to pique my curiosity." His hands dipped lower as he spoke, one going so far as to cup and squeeze the firm flesh of the Corinthian's ass, punctuating Edgeworth's words. "You do know what will happen if this doesn't live up to my expectations..."

"I can be plenty persuasive," he replied with a snort, maybe a trace of mock offense lacing his voice. His hands were already down and working on the man's belt, only to leave it hanging at his waist. Not yet. He had to make himself wait this time, and instead he ran a hand firmly over Edgeworth's abs to better distract the both of them. "But at the risk of giving anything way I'll say it'll be fun and leave it at that."

Without much more warning he carefully push Edgeworth back, seated him on the bed, leaned down and quickly grabbed another heated, increasingly hungry kiss from him before he pulled back with a small smirk. "And if it's not, then I'll just owe you for the time I wasted. How's that?"

The strength of the response surprised him. The nightmare didn't take the lead all that often, and when he did Edgeworth often got the impression he'd give it up again at a single word. This was...a stirring change.

Edgeworth twitched at the Corinthian's touch and when the next kiss came, he threw himself into it even more fervently. Once their contact was finally broken, he sprawled across the bed, propping himself up on his elbows and bringing one leg up to rest his foot on the edge of the bed.

"That is precisely what I had in mind," he said, his breathless tone belying the smug smirk on his lips. With a gentle shake of his head, he gestured toward the nightmare. "Very well. I am at your disposal, unless...or perhaps until...I decide otherwise."

It was quite a tempting sight, he had to admit, to see him lounging back like that, open and willing. Patience never had been a strong suit of his, and for a second he almost threw his plans aside to have the man there and then.

He could match the smirk all too easily, and with a shake of his head and a gesture for Edgeworth to move back further he climbed onto the bed as well.

The next kiss was slower as he moved over Edgeworth and gently laid him out flat, as he caressed his arms fondly, and though he couldn't completely keep the urgency from it it was obvious that for once, he was trying hard not to rush. He was only feeling for now, guiding the other man's arms up above him and leaving them, hands rubbing their way back to his shoulders. For the time being, it seemed that a massage was about all he had in mind to give.

This was a rarity. Edgeworth had never been the sort to draw out such encounters, and his tendency to hurry through things hadn't changed all that much in the time they'd been together. He wasn't used to a slow build up, and as he lay back and allowed himself to be directed by the Corinthian's sure touch he found his body's reaction to be disproportionately heightened. The prospects of what might lie in store were...arousing, to put it bluntly.

Edgeworth kept mostly still as his partner worked, responding to the Corinthian's lead but otherwise giving very little indication of the effect this treatment was having on him.

So far so good. The nightmare continued with the treatment for a few more moments, almost reluctant to end it so soon when his partner looked so at peace. But he had to stop, only briefly, to move up the bed a little further and grab an old scarf he'd left handing off the other side of the headboard.

He looped it around a spoke in the headboard, felt the fabric snag on a bit of barbed wire. And quickly, with practiced movements pulled only from memory, both of Edgeworth's wrists were wrapped, bound together, and the scarf firmly tightened down.

Even with those ever present shades in the way, it was hard to miss the expectant look on his face when he finally settled back.

Edgeworth hadn't moved when the Corinthian repositioned himself. With his gaze held patiently on the ceiling as he waited, he didn't see what was coming until it had him, tightly bound and suddenly under the nightmare's power.

He couldn't quite help his initial reaction. The memory of the original Corinthian's introduction to the community flashed, unbidden and unwanted, through his mind, and in spite of his best attempts there were a few moments in which his breathing noticeably quickened and a hint of fear flickered in his eyes.

Thankfully, he recovered almost immediately. When he went to test his bonds, there was no urgency in the gesture, only curiosity.

"...Not quite what I was expecting," he finally said, with a hint of familiar sarcasm.

That look of fear, however brief it was, didn't go unnoticed, and for half a second the Corinthian was prepared to rip the scarf away again, apologize and drop the idea altogether. All it would have taken was one word from Edgeworth.

He was somewhat proud that his relief didn't show so obviously when the word didn't come.

"I'd hate to think I was becoming predictable or anything." The reply came with a small breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, but it also brought his confidence back as if it hadn't been missing to begin with. He stroked feather soft touches down the man's side. "Like I said. Just a thought."

"An interesting thought..." he muttered to himself, almost appreciatively, and squirmed away from the fingers dancing along his sides. "I wonder where it came from."

He wasn't entirely comfortable with this idea. Not yet. He did his best not to show it, not wanting it to be taken as a rejection, afraid of being responsible for putting a mortified look on his partner's face. His voice remained even and his gaze steady, but there was a subtle tension running through his body, and he slowly pulled and worked at the ties on his wrist as if out of reflex.

"Is that a 'go on ahead' or a 'get me the hell out of this'?" Despite both the question and the squirming those fingers continued tracing up and down Edgeworth's side, an awkward attempt of reassurance on the nightmare's part. But it didn't stop the small frown that started to tug at his mouth. "That sort of thing's good to know in this situation."

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The frown was worrying. It ended up mirrored on Edgeworth's face, a clear sign of concern. He debated with himself for a few long moments but eventually stilled his movements, forcing himself to relax.

"It's a 'do keep in mind that I'm extremely ticklish,' actually." He was relieved to find himself able to maintain a nonchalant tone, and even managed to cock an eyebrow at the Corinthian for good measure.

"I can keep that in mind," he chuckled, leaning down to nip at the man's jaw. Without warning a hand was dancing down Edgeworth's other side, the briefest flash of playfulness.

And then the nightmare moved over him again, one leg sliding up against Edgeworth's crotch--possibly on accident, but then again, it was hard to say--as sharp bites and heated kisses trailed down his neck, over his shoulder. "But I don't see what you could do about it otherwise."

'Cheeky bastard.' He managed to hold back the gasp that wanted to escape his throat, but he couldn't keep himself entirely still. Squirming, he said (a bit breathlessly), "Don't you?" His eyes narrowed, the corner of his lips turning up in a subtle challenge. "Then maybe you shouldn't test me too far, lest you find out."

Of course, in his position there really wasn't much he could do about any irritating or frustrating thing his partner wanted to do to him (short of the unspeakably cruel route of shutting this whole thing down, giving him the impression that Edgeworth didn't approve of his...adventurous side), but the nightmare didn't need to know that.

If that snort was anything to go by, the nightmare already knew it. And knew it quite well in fact.

"Tempting." A soft kiss was placed over a particularly rough bite, almost apologetically. Though whether it apologized for ever persistent habits or the way the Corinthian proceeded to grab his belt, pull him that much further down the bed so he could pin down those squirming hips with his own....well, that was another matter entirely. "What are you going to do if I don't, then?"

The move caused his breath to hitch in his throat. He had nothing to fear from his partner. He knew... He was extremely confident of that fact. Yet he was being made helpless, a state that rankled his nerves, and it was difficult to resist giving in to the apprehension that danced, jeering, on the outskirts of his mind. His pulse was quickening, his skin growing hyper-alert, anticipating every touch and movement with the proverbial baited breath. He bucked his hips up against the nightmare's experimentally.

"Do you really think I'd be foolish enough to give you forewarning? You'd head off my retaliation before I could even start to enact it."

((OOC: It would help if I kept in the right tense, wouldn't it? >_>))

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The movement was just enough to pull a small noise from the Corinthian; he ground his hips down before he could stop himself. It was only to make sure Edgeworth wouldn't move again. Really.

"And we can't have that," he breathed. There was a small pause as he shifted again, and he continued once he found and tugged open the button on his partner's slacks. "Alright then. You'll just have to let me know what you had in mind after we're done."

The sound was a small victory, but any satisfaction he might have felt over it left him with a hiss as the counteraction forced a sharp intake of breath through his teeth.

"I'll be sure to, assuming you don't drive me to acting on it first." He gave his partner a mock glare as he struggled to still himself, not wanting to give in to the Corinthian's tactics so easily. Then a thought crossed his mind, a risky gamble but one that he was fairly confident he could execute. Lifting his knees as much as the Corinthian's warm weight would allow, he began to squirm, rolling his hips underneath the nightmare, aiming for friction in places that would have the greatest effect. If the nightmare didn't put a stop to it, the encounter might quickly become a contest of endurance.

"Comfortable?" he asked. His cocked eyebrow belied the carefully controlled nonchalance in his tone, issuing another challenge.

And the soft curse Edgeworth got in return likely gave all of the Corinthian's thoughts on the matter. And if it didn't, the shudder he gave as he followed, grinding down hard against him for just a little bit of relief, probably did.

Unfortunately, the nightmare at least still had the advantage of being able to move away from the contact, even if it was a tad reluctantly. He quickly slid down Edgeworth's frame again, away from any other ideas his partner may have had in mind, trying to keep as much of his weight on the man's legs as he could in the process of working those pants the rest of the way open.

"Now you're just being difficult." Another tug got those pants at least somewhat out of the way. And those briefs followed all too quickly, leaving just enough access for warm fingers to curl loosely around the man beneath him, give one slow stroke with only the barest hint of pressure.

He couldn't help giving a small lop-sided grin. "But you do seem to be enjoying yourself, so I have to be doing something right."

He had hoped his partner would rise to the challenge (or at least make an attempt at it) so his sudden shift down Edgeworth's heated body was met with an intense wave of disappointment...well, among other, more base feelings. Edgeworth grimaced and struggled against the pressure on his legs, bucking and twisting as best he could in an effort to make the Corinthian's devilish job more difficult.

In the end, it was all for naught. Once his legs were pinioned together by his own clothing, the nightmare was firmly in control. Edgeworth could only curse under his breath as he pulled the bonds on his wrists taut straining to catch a glimpse of what was coming. His face, already pink from exertion, reddened at the nightmare's words, but it was unlikely the Corinthian would notice the subtle change—his touch had elicited a surprisingly intense reaction, with Edgeworth arching his back off the mattress and tossing his head from side to side.

Edgeworth came back down with a grunt and glared almost petulantly up at his partner. "Ordinarily I don't get any enjoyment out of such a lopsided contest."

It was a surprising reaction. One that almost dislodged the nightmare, and caused a small spark of pride through him as he watched the man, never once taking his gaze off the man's eyes. Not until Edgeworth replied again, once again catching him slightly off guard.

"No?" A brow raised behind those sunglasses, the touches slowing.

And then he pulled his hand away, and sat back. He might have been frowning, but even his own shallow breathing wasn't enough fully mask the teasing tone that leaked into his voice.

"Well, there's really no point in continuing if you're not...."

As the nightmare's warm grip was suddenly replaced by cool air, a sound escaped Edgeworth's throat, something between a whine and a whimper. He choked it off almost immediately, but the damage was already done. Shame heated his face again, and he frowned up at his companion, worrying his lip.

The Corinthian was good at this. Too good. Not only did he hold all the cards here, he was clearly aware of that fact and not at all above exploiting his advantage. It wasn't simply the physical control he was exerting, though that was definitely a factor. It was the mental, the knowledge that Edgeworth couldn't risk offending or hurting him by reasserting himself with enough force to take back control of the situation.

And it was the simple, undeniable fact that Edgeworth didn't want to. Taking control would mean putting an end to...something that was beginning to appeal to him in ways he didn't yet understand.

After a long pause, Edgeworth finally dropped his gaze. Asking--or worse, begging--was not an option for him. Not yet. So he fell back on his challenge, looking up at his partner and cocking an eyebrow in mimicry of the expression he'd worn only moments before.

"Giving up so easily, Corinthian?"

If Edgeworth truly wasn't comfortable with the way things were progressing, if he really did want the nightmare to stop, he would have said something by now, the Corinthian was sure of it. Something concrete; the older man never had been the type to beat around the bush, after all. And the Corinthian would oblige immediately. He was sure Edgeworth knew that all too well by now.

That noise, with none of those protests to follow it, was all the evidence the nightmare needed. He knew he had him. But regardless, he still sat there, eyed the man with a deceptively neutral expression. Or what little of it could be seen from behind those shades.

When he did move again, it was only to lean up--pointedly and very obviously avoiding any other contact for the moment--and place a small kiss on the other man's jaw.

"You just told me you weren't enjoying it," he murmured, as fingers lazily stroked down Edgeworth's throat. A subtle hint weighed into his next words, pressed just slightly. "I'm not sure what else you want."

"I told you nothing of the sort," Edgeworth replied curtly. His heartbeat had quickened as the nightmare moved, his breath halting in anticipation; when the nightmare didn't deliver on the implied promise (save for a few delicate gestures that only served to heighten Edgeworth's awareness of the loss of contact) a sweet frustration had reared up in his mind, lending an exquisite strain to his voice. "But if I had, I would expect you to put at least a bit more effort into making me enjoy it before you gave in. It isn't like you to shy away from a challenge."

Yes, he did hear that hint, and no, he didn't intend to make it that easy for his partner.

He almost scoffed at that, but thankfully managed to hold it in. And he was just about to protest that "shy" accusation when the rest of what Edgeworth said finally settled in his mind, prompting the nightmare to look down with a raised brow.

"....so what you're saying is that you actually do enjoy this."

....and possibly the makings of a smirk crossing his face.

Edgeworth blinked up at the Corinthian then frowned, his lower lip pushing out in an expression that one might call a pout (if one didn't know any better).

"I didn't say that, either..."

"Then what are you saying, Miles?" This time he couldn't stop the exasperation from coloring his tone, though he tried to hide it by burying his face into the crook of Edgeworth's neck, another kiss following. The nightmare did, however, allow his free hand to feel back down the man's abdomen, stopping just shy of its goal. "I'm a lot of things, but I'm sad to say that psychic still isn't one of them."

The rare use of his given name sent a shiver up his spine; after the kiss, a quiet gasp followed it.

"Corinthian..." he rasped, and muscles twitched under the nightmare's roving fingers. It was clear the Corinthian's patience with the game was wearing thin. Edgeworth wasn't sure how much further he could push the man before his patience would fail, and then...what? Would he give up entirely or get so fed up with Edgeworth's reticence that he took the challenge to heart and exerted his control in earnest?

Certain other muscles twitched in response to that thought. Edgeworth closed his eyes, swallowed, opened his eyes again to give the Corinthian a look heavy with need. "I'm...not sure how I feel about it yet. I believe I need...a more lengthy demonstration to say for sure."

It was possible Edgeworth may have felt something strangely like a smile against his neck at that, but the nightmare didn't linger as he moved to kiss the man's shoulder, moved to kiss his chest. That seemed to be just the answer he was looking for.

"If that's what you think you need." Still, he seemed content to merely pet for a moment longer, just to feel the way the man's muscles jumped and danced under his touch. Until his fingers once again found what he was looking for.

"But in order to do that...." He squeezed almost lazily, flicked a thumb over the sensitive head before he settled into a rhythm of soft, short strokes. "You need to stop squirming and let me finish."

Edgeworth hadn't noticed the tension building in his body until the nightmare's gentle acquiescence began to make it ease. He stilled in response to the kisses, content to fall back into the heady realm of anticipation.

This time when the Corinthian's adept fingers found their target, Edgeworth forced himself to hold back, so that the only reaction he gave was his body's own involuntary response.

"'Let' you?" he said, the touch of sarcasm only marginally lessened by the breathless, strained quality of his voice. "If I'm still able to squirm, then you're not doing a very effective job of restraining me, are you?"

"I thought about bolting your legs down, but that seemed a little excessive for a first run, you know?" Nevertheless, that did seem to prompt the nightmare to grip Edgeworth's hip the much more firmly. His pace picked up then, almost sharply. "And the enthusiasm was appreciated...."

In spite of his determination to make his partner work for this, Edgeworth knew he wouldn't be able to restrain himself for too long, not at this rate. A quiet, muffled moan escaped him as the nightmare's pace increased. Warmth seemed to be enveloping his body, though that sweet friction only enveloped one part of it. Grasping for purchase, he tangled his fingers in the fabric that held his wrists, lifted one knee almost experimentally, then attempted to roll his hips again as if testing the nightmare's hold.

"Then I don't think you have any room to complain that I'm not the type to simply lay back and surrender to this sort of treatment."

The Corinthian didn't answer this time, but at the movement he removed his hand once again to grasp and hold the man's leg, his grip almost seeming to tighten in warning.

But he doesn't leave time for the touch to be missed. Immediately he moved down, warm lips and tongue replacing fingers as he mouthed up his partner's length.

And before Edgeworth had the chance to adjust to that, the nightmare had the whole of him in his mouth.

The warning proved to be useless. Edgeworth responded to the sudden disappearance of warmth with another bout of squirming that made his cock bob gently. He growled, the sound ending in a soft grunt as the warmth returned in a different form, feathery and fleeting.

When white heat suddenly enveloped him, he threw his head back with a sharp, wordless cry and, unable to restrain himself, bucked into the nightmare's mouth.

While it was enough to earn a startled grunt--and a few muffled sounds that may have been cursing, stifled around the other man--it did nothing to slow him. If anything, it encouraged the nightmare to start off even faster. He pressed Edgeworth's hips into the mattress with an iron-grip, part of his mind trying to remember not to crush his partner while the rest focused on trying to bring out more of those noises out of the man. His cock was taken down, quickly and fluidly, tongue grazing the sensitive underside with each movement.

The muffled protest brought a fresh flush to Edgeworth's cheeks. "Sor... Sorry," he muttered, and the apology broke into a choked off groan. His panting was echoing through the cavernous chamber by now, but he struggled to keep any more of those weak, needful pleas off his tongue, determined to maintain control as long as he could.

To this end, his completely helpless state turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Desperate as his body was to plunge in and out of that den of sensation over and over again, the nightmare's unshakable grip was holding steady where his will might not. He could only dig his perfectly manicured nails into his palms and endure the Corinthian's merciless treatment with as much stoicism as he could muster.

If the apology was heard, the Corinthian didn't show it, and he was a bit busy to acknowledge it even if he had. He knew Edgeworth was holding back on him; the man was nothing if not prideful, and as much as the nightmare enjoyed a challenge he needed a new way to push him closer.

Maybe if he sucked just a little harder, as he came back up....

The Corinthian was rewarded with a desperate hng that sounded deep in Edgeworth's throat. He wanted to fight, wanted to move with or against the nightmare who was so intent on taking his climax by force. The hands pinning his hips with an almost bruising grip were becoming maddening in a delicious way. With a flash of resignation, he realized his limit was rapidly approaching.

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....the only reason this took so long was to find this icon again >_>;

I'm sure it was worth the wait~ Except my phone's not loading the icon for some reason. ;3;

D: Stupid phone. ;; And I just realized I deperately need to redo it, too.

FFNOGNOJGN I SEE IT NOW OMG *u*

fff <3

<333

....let's see if I can get back on track with this now

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♥~!

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What a lovely thing to wake up to~

I was hoping you'd enjoy it. :> ....also. Icon. Guh.

I enjoyed it immensely, and this one too~ And yeah, I need to use that icon more. >_>

You do. Because bamf Edgey is....well. bamf.

Indeed. :3

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so this is kinda beyond late now. x_x; sorry.

Totally worth waiting for, bb. <3

FFNOGNOJGN I SEE IT NOW OMG u