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Who: Edgeworth, the Corinthian (II)
What: The Corinthian wants to introduce his boyfriendo to a new method of relaxation~
Where: The Corinthian's citadel
When: Late evening
Warnings: Kinkiness and sexy tiems.

The evening began with a film at Mann's Chinese Theater, continued with dinner and drinking at a quiet, out of the way place in Tuscany, and ended in the Corinthian's cavernous bedroom. With his mood well lubricated by glass after glass of fine red wine, Edgeworth was more eager than usual to follow the natural progression of events. His willingness to demonstrate that fact was even more uncharacteristic; as soon as the large, black bed was in sight, he sauntered toward it, untying his jabot as he walked.

"You did say you won't be needed again until tomorrow evening?"

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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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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