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[samuraiprosecutor]

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 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.

[samuraiprosecutor]

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.

[darkmirror-vr2.livejournal.com]

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.

[samuraiprosecutor]

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.

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

[darkmirror-vr2.livejournal.com]

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....

Totally worth waiting for, bb. <3

[samuraiprosecutor]

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.