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raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote in porn_battle,

Phoenix Wright/Gyakuten Saiban, Edgeworth/Phoenix, role reversal
"Lock the door, please," Edgeworth calls from further in the darkened apartment, and Phoenix juggles the bags of takeout until he has a hand free to throw the bolt. They're still warm, despite the chilly rain that still clings to Phoenix's jacket; he can't wait to get out of it, even if Edgeworth will fuss at him about not just draping it over the radiator.

"Did the building blow a fuse or something?" he calls, as he sets the food on the nearest flat surface: he's relieved to find it's the kitchen counter. "Why's it so dark?"

There's no answer until after Phoenix sheds his damp jacket and drapes it across the counter; then suddenly Edgeworth is there, pinning him bodily to the counter, breathing steady and warm across his ear as strong hands grip his wrists. "What the hell-" Phoenix yelps.

"You can't be that dense, Wright," Edgeworth purrs - purrs - and nips the thin skin at the base of his neck. Phoenix gasps, squirming against Edgeworth - and oh God, he's hard. They're both hard, and only then does it occur to him that usually he's the one bringing them to this point.

But if their mutual arousal is undeniable, so is Edgeworth's iron control: of Phoenix for once, rather than himself. "The food's gonna get cold," he says before he can stop himself, swearing that one of these days he's going to learn not to run his mouth before it gets him into trouble.

He can feel Edgeworth's amused smirk as he answers. "Let it."

Phoenix subsides with a shiver, bending his head to let Edgeworth's mouth graze the back of his neck. He got complacent, he thinks, always being the instigator, but he really should have seen this coming.

He knows that Edgeworth, like Phoenix himself, is addicted to the turnabout.