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."
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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."