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

Totally worth waiting for, bb. <3