[fic] Dog tags
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shannys_cornerTitle: Dog tags
Original Thread: here
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kiyala
Word Count: 1072
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Pairing: Phoenix Wright / Miles Edgeworth
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mansex, swearing
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Phoenix Wright
Prompt: Sex with one person naked except for dog tags.
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narumitsu, igiari and gyakuten_saiban
“Dog tags?” Phoenix asks, grinning. His lips brush over the bone-shaped pieces of metal, warm from resting against Miles’ chest, absorbing his body heat.
“I’m a dog person,” the prosecutor replies by the way of an explanation. Phoenix can feel the vibrations of Miles’ voice through his neck as he kisses it. His grin widens as the other man tilts his head back and sighs.
“What are they for? In case you get lost? If you end up with amnesia?”
“Or if someone murders me and then burns my corpse.”
Phoenix doesn’t look amused, but nor does he look bothered by his lover’s morbid sense of humour. He simply presses his lips to Miles’ chin, grazing it with his teeth. “You’ll ruin the mood, if you’re not careful.”
“They’re for decoration,” the fair-haired man murmurs. “They’re certainly amusing you.”
Phoenix reaches forward, holding them between his fingers. Miles shuts his eyes, exhaling slowly and enjoying the feeling of the other man’s fingers brushing against his chest. The blue eyed man runs his thumb over the indented words, reading them aloud softly.
“The falcon cannot hear the falconer. What does that mean?”
Resting his hand on the other man’s shoulder, Miles gazes down at the tag Phoenix is holding.
“It’s a line of a poem. By William Bulter Yeats.”
“Yeats,” Phoenix repeats. “That one who wrote that poem… Endymion?”
“That was Keats. Yeats is the one who wrote Byzantium. The one obsessed with the afterlife.”
The dark-haired man smiles apologetically, “I don’t remember him.”
“It’s fine,” Miles says. “The line is from a poem called The Second Coming. The falcon cannot hear the falconer – I got it when I was staying with Manfred. When I was young and frustrated with the way he wanted to control me.”
“You were the falcon?” the defense attorney asks, his hands moving from the dog tag to the other man’s sides. He kisses along Miles’ jaw as he hears him hum in the affirmative.
“You like birds, then,” Phoenix murmurs with a grin.
“Very funny, Wright.”
“I’m a comic genius, I know.”
“Why don’t you put that mouth to better use?”
Their lips meet and Miles makes a satisfied sound as Phoenix pulls away. The dark-haired man’s grin widens at this, but lowers his head before he can catch the roll of Miles’ eyes, kissing his neck.
Miles shuts his eyes, exhaling slowly as he feels the other man’s lips moving down his neck. The corners of his lips twitch upwards at the brush of Phoenix’s nose as he nuzzles into the crook of his neck before his tongue flicks across Miles’ collarbone. He inhales sharply and Phoenix chuckles, his tongue following the jut of the other man’s collar from one shoulder to the other. He kisses his way down to the metal dog tags, which he kisses before moving to a nipple, and Miles’ patience runs out.
“Wright…” he says, his voice breathy.
Phoenix chuckles, lifting his head enough to look into the other man’s eyes. “Some day, Edgeworth. Some day, you’ll let me do things my way.”
Running his hand through the Phoenix’s dark hair, Miles smirks. “Your optimism astounds me, sometimes. If I left you to go at your own pace, I would—ahhn.”
His head falls back as Phoenix suddenly dips his head, licking along Miles’ erection. His lips wrap around the head and Miles hisses quietly, the hand he has in Phoenix’s hair tightening its grip. Phoenix moves his mouth away in protest, and Miles, realising what he is doing, lets go immediately and whispers and apology.
Phoenix replies that he’s forgiven, and gives the head of Miles’ cock a kiss before taking it into his mouth. Miles bites his lower lip as he tries not to moan, but there is a quiet sound at the back of his throat that Phoenix picks up anyway. He mentally grins and moves his lips down the length of the other man’s erection, his hands wandering and teasing. Miles gasps at the feeling of one hand massaging his sac, the other gently pinching a nipple.
“Wright,” Miles gasps, his his hips lifting off the mattress, “I want—”
Phoenix pulls away, nodding in understanding. He reaches for the lubricant, coating his fingers and pushing Miles’ legs apart. Watching the other man as he prepares him, Phoenix makes sure to slow down when Miles frowns too much.
The prosecutor grunts as Phoenix enters him carefully. They move slowly, until they’ve both adjusted and Phoenix pulls Miles up so that they are both sitting up. The fair-haired man’s eyes are still shut tightly and he holds onto Phoenix’s shoulders tightly.
“Miles,” Phoenix murmurs quietly, thrusting.
Miles groans, returning the thrust. They gradually settle into a rhythm and Phoenix then remembers about the dog tags as he feels them swinging on the chain, between their arched bodies. He slides a hand between their bodies to touch the metal tags, surprised by how warm they are now.
The falcon cannot hear the falconer, he thinks to himself, and thinks of how Miles hates to be controlled.
He looks at the fair-haired man, thrusting against him with a look of bliss; uncontrolled and unrestrained. He moans softly, the hand on Miles’ chest moving down to stroke the erection trapped between their bodies. Miles echoes the moan, and again even louder when Phoenix bites down into his shoulder.
“Wright—nnnh, Phoenix!” he cries, throwing his head back as he tries to resist the pressure building within him. It doesn’t work and in a few seconds, he is relelasing all over the other man’s chest. Phoenix moans loudly as he releases as well, thrusting one last time before pulling away.
Miles watches Phoenix’s expression as he releases against his thighs. There’s a lazy smirk on his face when Phoenix’s eyes open and before the dark-haired man can fully comprehend what’s going on, he is pulled into a kiss.
“So, if you had to pick,” Phoenix murmurs into Miles’ ear, “Dog person or a falcon? Which one are you?”
Miles thinks for a moment, and then replies. “Dog person.”
Phoenix raises an eyebrow to ask why, and Miles rolls them over so that he is straddling the dark-haired man. “I already have a bird of my own right here, don’t I?”
Phoenix groans. “It was bad when I said it.”
“Shut up, Wright,” Miles murmurs. “And spread your legs, while you’re at it.”
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Original Thread: here
Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 1072
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Pairing: Phoenix Wright / Miles Edgeworth
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mansex, swearing
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Phoenix Wright
Prompt: Sex with one person naked except for dog tags.
x-posted to
narumitsu, igiari and gyakuten_saiban“Dog tags?” Phoenix asks, grinning. His lips brush over the bone-shaped pieces of metal, warm from resting against Miles’ chest, absorbing his body heat.
“I’m a dog person,” the prosecutor replies by the way of an explanation. Phoenix can feel the vibrations of Miles’ voice through his neck as he kisses it. His grin widens as the other man tilts his head back and sighs.
“What are they for? In case you get lost? If you end up with amnesia?”
“Or if someone murders me and then burns my corpse.”
Phoenix doesn’t look amused, but nor does he look bothered by his lover’s morbid sense of humour. He simply presses his lips to Miles’ chin, grazing it with his teeth. “You’ll ruin the mood, if you’re not careful.”
“They’re for decoration,” the fair-haired man murmurs. “They’re certainly amusing you.”
Phoenix reaches forward, holding them between his fingers. Miles shuts his eyes, exhaling slowly and enjoying the feeling of the other man’s fingers brushing against his chest. The blue eyed man runs his thumb over the indented words, reading them aloud softly.
“The falcon cannot hear the falconer. What does that mean?”
Resting his hand on the other man’s shoulder, Miles gazes down at the tag Phoenix is holding.
“It’s a line of a poem. By William Bulter Yeats.”
“Yeats,” Phoenix repeats. “That one who wrote that poem… Endymion?”
“That was Keats. Yeats is the one who wrote Byzantium. The one obsessed with the afterlife.”
The dark-haired man smiles apologetically, “I don’t remember him.”
“It’s fine,” Miles says. “The line is from a poem called The Second Coming. The falcon cannot hear the falconer – I got it when I was staying with Manfred. When I was young and frustrated with the way he wanted to control me.”
“You were the falcon?” the defense attorney asks, his hands moving from the dog tag to the other man’s sides. He kisses along Miles’ jaw as he hears him hum in the affirmative.
“You like birds, then,” Phoenix murmurs with a grin.
“Very funny, Wright.”
“I’m a comic genius, I know.”
“Why don’t you put that mouth to better use?”
Their lips meet and Miles makes a satisfied sound as Phoenix pulls away. The dark-haired man’s grin widens at this, but lowers his head before he can catch the roll of Miles’ eyes, kissing his neck.
Miles shuts his eyes, exhaling slowly as he feels the other man’s lips moving down his neck. The corners of his lips twitch upwards at the brush of Phoenix’s nose as he nuzzles into the crook of his neck before his tongue flicks across Miles’ collarbone. He inhales sharply and Phoenix chuckles, his tongue following the jut of the other man’s collar from one shoulder to the other. He kisses his way down to the metal dog tags, which he kisses before moving to a nipple, and Miles’ patience runs out.
“Wright…” he says, his voice breathy.
Phoenix chuckles, lifting his head enough to look into the other man’s eyes. “Some day, Edgeworth. Some day, you’ll let me do things my way.”
Running his hand through the Phoenix’s dark hair, Miles smirks. “Your optimism astounds me, sometimes. If I left you to go at your own pace, I would—ahhn.”
His head falls back as Phoenix suddenly dips his head, licking along Miles’ erection. His lips wrap around the head and Miles hisses quietly, the hand he has in Phoenix’s hair tightening its grip. Phoenix moves his mouth away in protest, and Miles, realising what he is doing, lets go immediately and whispers and apology.
Phoenix replies that he’s forgiven, and gives the head of Miles’ cock a kiss before taking it into his mouth. Miles bites his lower lip as he tries not to moan, but there is a quiet sound at the back of his throat that Phoenix picks up anyway. He mentally grins and moves his lips down the length of the other man’s erection, his hands wandering and teasing. Miles gasps at the feeling of one hand massaging his sac, the other gently pinching a nipple.
“Wright,” Miles gasps, his his hips lifting off the mattress, “I want—”
Phoenix pulls away, nodding in understanding. He reaches for the lubricant, coating his fingers and pushing Miles’ legs apart. Watching the other man as he prepares him, Phoenix makes sure to slow down when Miles frowns too much.
The prosecutor grunts as Phoenix enters him carefully. They move slowly, until they’ve both adjusted and Phoenix pulls Miles up so that they are both sitting up. The fair-haired man’s eyes are still shut tightly and he holds onto Phoenix’s shoulders tightly.
“Miles,” Phoenix murmurs quietly, thrusting.
Miles groans, returning the thrust. They gradually settle into a rhythm and Phoenix then remembers about the dog tags as he feels them swinging on the chain, between their arched bodies. He slides a hand between their bodies to touch the metal tags, surprised by how warm they are now.
The falcon cannot hear the falconer, he thinks to himself, and thinks of how Miles hates to be controlled.
He looks at the fair-haired man, thrusting against him with a look of bliss; uncontrolled and unrestrained. He moans softly, the hand on Miles’ chest moving down to stroke the erection trapped between their bodies. Miles echoes the moan, and again even louder when Phoenix bites down into his shoulder.
“Wright—nnnh, Phoenix!” he cries, throwing his head back as he tries to resist the pressure building within him. It doesn’t work and in a few seconds, he is relelasing all over the other man’s chest. Phoenix moans loudly as he releases as well, thrusting one last time before pulling away.
Miles watches Phoenix’s expression as he releases against his thighs. There’s a lazy smirk on his face when Phoenix’s eyes open and before the dark-haired man can fully comprehend what’s going on, he is pulled into a kiss.
“So, if you had to pick,” Phoenix murmurs into Miles’ ear, “Dog person or a falcon? Which one are you?”
Miles thinks for a moment, and then replies. “Dog person.”
Phoenix raises an eyebrow to ask why, and Miles rolls them over so that he is straddling the dark-haired man. “I already have a bird of my own right here, don’t I?”
Phoenix groans. “It was bad when I said it.”
“Shut up, Wright,” Miles murmurs. “And spread your legs, while you’re at it.”
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Date: 2008-02-20 03:18 am (UTC)You win my heart, pocket money and one thousand internets!!!
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Date: 2008-02-20 05:00 am (UTC)And I loved it, so much. XD Just... everything about it, from Phoenix's questions at the beginning (I've heard a lot like them), to what Edgeworth has engraved on them, to... guh. I love everything. Have my internets!
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Date: 2010-11-15 02:28 pm (UTC)I found a few typos, and it would be great if you corrected them:
"... whispers AN apology.."
"..his his hips..'
and uh, this part just makes me stop for a while because it's quite odd to be reading the same words. Use a thesaurus?
"pulls up... both sitting up"
And the paragraphs where you repeated the words 'tightly' and 'release'
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Don't get me wrong, your writing is fantastic. (and I cannot write for peanuts anyway.)
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