itshinesinmysoul:
[In a moment, he needed air, so he let his lips go and breathed.]
Hn…
[He growled to himself, smacking his own lips softly.]
Your mouth tastes so sweet…
[He whispered, brushing their lips sightly.]
Phoenix laughs softly, simply because he’s not sure of how to react otherwise. He still tries to get as close to the other man as he can, though, with an almost frustrated half-frown when he can’t get that contact.
“I’m glad I can satisfy you,” he says with another clipped laugh.
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youth rolls her ass over here
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itshinesinmysoul:
[He shuddered again, feeling his skin cold. It felt so heart-warming and overwhelming - so good in general. He never wanted to let him go. He wanted to stay like this forever.
Their third kiss. He kissed him again softly, a bit hungrily because he loved the taste of his lips. As he did this, he wrapped his arms around him again, wanting to feel his warmth.]
Phoenix sighs in to the kiss, tilting his head some and trying to close any distance between the two of them, one hand stroking Miles’ hair again.
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itshinesinmysoul:
I…
I don’t know how to feel.
[He admitted. He felt good because…c’mon, he was his beloved Phoenix Wright! But at the same time, he was confused at how to feel.]
…I just know I love you with my entire being.
He smiles genuinely at that, pulling back to look at Miles’ face. He carefully meets the man’s lips again, eyes closing in contentment. He’s awaiting any reaction from having the kiss returned to being pushed away, knowing that anything could happen, even if he didn’t like it.
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itshinesinmysoul:
[He let out a cut-in-half sigh, sniffling a bit then and huggling him again.
He knew he had to say something.]
I…I’m sorry…
[He sobbed briefly, huggling him again and leaning his head over his shoulder again.
He needed comfort. He felt so stupid and silly and horrible.
Indeed, everything was happening really fast and confusing.]
Phoenix shakes his head — no, you don’t need to be sorry — and let a hand drift upwards to run through Miles’ hair in what he hopes is a comforting manner.
“I— do you regret this?”
He’s curious; did the prosecutor wish that this had taken more time? Or, that Phoenix hadn’t done anything at all? His teeth worry his lower lip nervously.
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itshinesinmysoul:
[He wanted to get rid of the overwhelming sensation that was filling his body.
He sobbed silently, feeling his gentle hands and lips over his face.
But now that he thought about it…he wanted to hide behind the bushes again.
It was making him even nervous. He thought, he seemed pathetic. Letting out tears, without saying a word, letting the other boy touch him or whatever he wanted to do with him.
But no. He didn’t give a damn about it. He loved feeling like this. It felt kind of humillating, but…that’s what he always dreamt of.
He reopened his eyes and looked into the student’s, losing himself inside of them.]
After a few more kisses Phoenix resorts to just wiping the tears away with his thumbs, eyes locked on to Miles’ with a small smile. He let his lips hover in front of the prosecutor’s, accepting anything he might do.
“Don’t cry.”
His smile grew some at his own reassuring words, arms slipping back around the other’s neck.
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itshinesinmysoul:
I…I know.
[He shuddered a bit, without knowing what to say. Every happened…real fast.
Why did he kiss him before? Was it a joke? Was he just playing with his thoughts? Or was he really requiting him?
Everything was really confusing, he had to admit.
And he was scared, unsure if asking or not.
Words wanted to escape from his lips, but instead he opened his mouth and let out an ‘hnnh…’ brief sound.
Suddenly, transparent tears escaped from his eyes. He wasn’t crying, though. He just need to get the pressure out of his body somehow.
He sniffled a bit, closing his eyes as he leant his head over his beloved’s shoulder.]
Phoenix is silent again, eyes flickering open at the small sound Miles emits. Orbs widen at the ‘tears’ rolling down his friend’s cheeks, but when he tries to hide them Phoenix captures his face in warm hands, raising his head and kissing the tears away with a little bit of hesitance. If you asked him just what he was doing, he wouldn’t know how to answer, and he wouldn’t stop whatever it was. Anything to help his… friend? Partner? Lover? What were they now?
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itshinesinmysoul:
…
I can hardly remember when I first…started feeling this for you, but…
[He was shy to admit this, but this was a decisive moment, so he had to say most things.]
…I’ve been dreaming with you every night, hearing your voice…repeating my name but just that…
[Oh God if he knew…
”Miles”. All the time, before and after he spoke to himself.]
Seeing you with that…demoniatic girl was hurting me…I knew she…
She wanted to kill you!
[He was becoming nervous.]
And the worst part is that I couldn’t do anything in order to protect you, even if I was able or not…
And it was making me so upset and frustrated…
Phoenix nods to say that he’s listening, face still hidden in the prosecutor’s shoulder. He grunts in disapproval when he mentions Dahlia, arms wrapping around Miles’ neck as some form of comfort.
“She’s gone now.”
He knows that the aforementioned lady wouldn’t be doing much else, so he tries to reassure the other man.
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itshinesinmysoul:
[He caressed his back as soon as Phoenix’s lips moved away. He knew, he still had the cold, and it was hard to breath by the nose being that way.
He had to take some air too, so he awaited for his breath to come before he could say anything.]
Phoenix, I…
[He rubbed his cold nose gently against his covered neck, closing his eyes as he held him tight.]
I love you. You…You don’t know how hard this has been to…reach this.
Phoenix muffles the oncoming fit of coughs and sneezes as much as he can, relishing in the comfortable silence for a few moments. His eyes slowly slide shut too at Miles’ words, at his proximity, at all those little motions that send his mind reeling. He hums softly in acceptance of the other’s words but doesn’t say anything to a loving extent himself; after all, anything he tries to say would probably be lies. Instead he asks a simple question.
“How long?”
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