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silverfoxflowerTitle: The Stableboy's Dilemma
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Fandom: Pheniox Wright
Genre: PWP, Slash, Humor
Word Count: ~1500
Pairing: Edgeworth/Pheniox
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: OOC Edgeworth, because it amuses me to make him a secret!perv for crackish purposes.
Notes: Fills a postage stamp (Body and Body Parts, Held down, Domestic/Tradesman, Penance/Punishment) on my![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif?v=3)
kink_bingo . See my card here. Also the sequel of The Poolboy's Temptation (formerly Use Me, Amuse Me, but I decided until I decided that I hated that title XD).
Summary: "Alright, so tricking Wright into debt and forcing him into menial labor in order to ogle his sweaty body sounded bad when said out loud, but it was all for a good cause. The cause of putting more delicious images into Edgeworth's mental masturbatory catalog (he detested the colloquial term 'wank bank')."
Disclaimer: No ownership was claimed in the making of this porn
Read the prequel HERE!
“I really need to stop playing poker,” Phoenix mumbled as he trailed behind Edgeworth into the stable. Edgeworth smirked, but pretended he hadn’t heard anything as he turned on the heel of his new riding boots.
“Well, now. Muck up.” He leaned on a wooden pillar, gesturing to something that did something he guessed was horse related. It was pointy. For Wright’s benefit, Edgeworth schooled his face into a look of haughty distain, but inside, he was fairly writhing with glee. Alright, so tricking Wright into debt and forcing him into menial labor in order to ogle his sweaty body sounded bad when said out loud, but it was all for a good cause. The cause of putting more delicious images into Edgeworth’s mental masturbatory catalogue (he detested the colloquial term ‘wank bank’).
Phoenix’s shoulders slumped as he reached for the farm implement. From the way he looked at it, he had no idea what it did either. “I didn’t know you had horses.” He commented lightly, no doubt trying to postpone his work.
Actually, Edgeworth didn’t. These stables were owned by a man whose daughter’s mugger he had prosecuted. It was all an excuse to squeeze Phoenix into a pair of tight caramel pants and thigh-high boots. In fact, he thought the idea of riding an animal with the ability to crush a man’s head beneath one of its dainty hooves was perfectly ludicrous. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” Edgeworth replied loftily. Such as what I’m going to be doing to those boots after you leave.
A long-suffering sigh wracked through Wright’s body and he toed the clean-looking straw. “Uh … here?”
“Sure, whatever.” Edgeworth feigned boredom as he wiped off a wooden bench and sat, resting one ankle on his other knee in an attempt to hide his persistent erection. Staring at Wright’s thighs on the car ride over had been inappropriately … stimulating.
Thighs, now there was an idea. The soft cloth of Wright’s pants puckered at the seam as he bent, hugging the tight curve of his ass, revealing every shift of his leg muscle as he speared a forkful of straw and lifted it. Edgeworth shuddered in his velvet coat. Those thighs would be delicious wrapped around his hips, lifting and lowering Phoenix on his cock as he rode Edgeworth like a thoroughbred stallion that needed to be broken-
“Edgeworth!” Phoenix called, panting lightly under the strain of holding up an entire bale of straw. “I said, where do you want me to put this?”
“Where you found it.” Edgeworth replied hurriedly, barely suppressing himself from demanding Wright call him Master.
Young master, Edgeworth imagined Wright’s voice in his head as the real Phoenix moved on to filling the horses’ already-full feeding bins. No, no. Edgeworth shook his head. Realistically, Wright would call him something like,
“My Lord,” the young stableboy gasped as he cringed from his master’s footsteps. He could not go far, however, for a strip of thick leather bound his hands to a hook on the wall normally used for tethering horses. “My Lord, I am sorry-“
“Silence, servant.” The broodingly handsome Lord adjusted his crisp cravat and sniffed. “Because of your sloppy handling, I have mud on my boots.”
“My Lord-“
With a sharp snap, the master’s whip curved around his servant’s body, making the lad flinch with fear. When he opened his eyes, however, his clothing was in tatters around his body, but his lean, golden muscles and his leaking erection were untouched. “Oh,” the stableboy moaned with fear and overwhelming arousal. “Sir!”
“You will accept your punishment?” The master stepped closer, his voice a low purr.
“Yes! Yes!”
The master smiled and delicately planted one foot on his servant’s shoulder. “Then clean my boots. With your tongue.”
“Shit, my boots are dirty.” Phoenix complained, kicking what Edgeworth hoped was mud off of his heel. With a groan he slung off his corduroy jacket, revealing a loose white shirt, soaked through with sweat and sticking in damp patches to his chest and back. Edgeworth felt his mouth go dry as he watched Phoenix wipe the sweat off of his brow with a handkerchief. “Whew! Guess I’ve gotten my exercise for the month,” he joked, “Just wish it weren’t so damn hot.”
Then take off your shirt! Screamed Edgeworth in his head. Outwardly he coughed, startling in surprise as Phoenix walked to sit next to him. Edgeworth could feel the heat radiating off of the other man’s body, smell the sweat running off of his chest in rivulets, the musk that would probably grow stronger if Edgworth could stick his face in Wright’s crotch … “What are you doing?” He demanded, nearlybreathlessness as he skittered off the bench and straightened himself with a hand on the stall door. There was an annoyed whinny from the horse inside.
“I’m taking a break.” Phoenix said, fanning himself lazily with his handkerchief, a picture of hedonism torn straight from the pages of 18th century England.
“Objection!” Edgeworth sputtered, towering over Wright as imposingly as possible. “You’ve still got work to do! You can rest when it’s done!”
“And when will that be?” Wright said, the first hint of anger heating his words. “Don’t you think this has gone a bit far?” He stood and stalked towards Edgeworth, backing him into a wall until his heels scraped concrete.
“W-what … I don’t know-“ Edgeworth’s breath hitched as Wright pinned him, catching his wrists and holding him, helpless, as Wright pressed their bodies together and rotated his hips lewdly.
“Objection overruled,” Phoenix murmured against his mouth before tonguing it open and kissing Edgeworth hard enough to make his knees buckle.
Edgeworth flinched as he felt Phoenix tug his wrists upwards, holding both of them with one hand while he pressed the other against Edgeworth’s erection, grinding against it teasingly and catching Edgeworth’s desperate noises.
“God, Phoenix,” Edgeworth groaned, his head falling back against the wall with a thump, exposing the pale line of his neck to Wright’s teeth. The feeling of being helpless, pinned down and at the mercy of a man who wanted to take revenge from his oh-so-willing body was enough to make even the uptight, upstanding Miles Edgeworth moan like a whore and struggle to wrap his legs around Wright’s lean hips.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you.” Phoenix nipped his ear, bringing their clothed erections together and rolling his hips. His free hand began plucking at Edgeworth’s nipples, twisting them into oversensitivity.
Edgeworth inhaled the smell of sweet straw and sunshine, sweat and horses. He tugged at Wright’s grip with every sharp, stuttering thrust of his hips, making the entire stable tremble with his movements. His cock needed more, more friction, but he couldn’t form a sentence coherent enough to demand Wright unzip him, touch him, fuck him. A line of sweat ran down Wright’s neck and Edgeworth moved forward to lap that up, sucking eagerly at the tanned skin in order to leave his mark.
“Oh God. Edgeworth.” Pheonix groaned, and here was something he had never imagined, Wright’s voice as he came, husky and filled with sinful promise, like he needed Edgeworth, loved-
“Edgeworth!”
Edgeworth startled, opening his eyes to find Wright’s face blurring into focus. “Wha-?” He asked intelligently.
“You fainted.” Phoenix sat back on his haunches, a relieved look on his face. “The stable owner said probably heat stroke. You need water.” He handed a chilled bottle to Edgeworth and as their fingers brushed, there was a moment where the fever-dream overlapped with reality.
Edgeworth fought down a pang of disappointment, snatching his hands away and shifting himself up on his elbows. Phoenix helped tug him up, despite Edgeworth’s very vocal protests and carefully leaned him against a wall. Long after their contact ended, Edgeworth could swear he felt the heat of Wright’s palms on his body. He busied himself with opening the bottle and drinking deeply.
“You really shouldn’t wear such thick clothes on a hot day.” Phoenix chided, holding up Edgeworth’s velvet jacket. For the first time, Edgeworth realized that he was in his undershirt.
“That’s worth more than your house.” He said, chasing away mental images of Phoenix stripping him. This entire day had been exhausting. In many ways.
“Look,” Phoenix lowered his voice, “I know what’s going on.”
“Enlighten me.” Edgeworth leaned back and closed his eyes, more than ready for the accusations or, more likely, gentle rejection that would follow.
“You want to hang out.” Phoenix said. “And that’s cool.” To Edgeworth’s astonished expression. “I mean, you have some weird tastes … how about next time we shoot some hoops, or catch a movie?”
“Maybe you could clean my house.” Edgeworth replied, almost surprised at how easily he could snap back in the swing of things. He stood shakily, steadying himself on the wall and waving away Wright’s offered hand.
“Maybe you should teach me how to play poker.” Phoenix retorted, following him outside.
“Not likely.” Edgeworth headed towards his car, never seeing Wright’s faint blush, or the hand he ran over the pale pink mark on his neck.
Author:
silverfoxflower Fandom: Pheniox Wright
Genre: PWP, Slash, Humor
Word Count: ~1500
Pairing: Edgeworth/Pheniox
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: OOC Edgeworth, because it amuses me to make him a secret!perv for crackish purposes.
Notes: Fills a postage stamp (Body and Body Parts, Held down, Domestic/Tradesman, Penance/Punishment) on my
kink_bingo . See my card here. Also the sequel of The Poolboy's Temptation (formerly Use Me, Amuse Me, but I decided until I decided that I hated that title XD).Summary: "Alright, so tricking Wright into debt and forcing him into menial labor in order to ogle his sweaty body sounded bad when said out loud, but it was all for a good cause. The cause of putting more delicious images into Edgeworth's mental masturbatory catalog (he detested the colloquial term 'wank bank')."
Disclaimer: No ownership was claimed in the making of this porn
Read the prequel HERE!
“I really need to stop playing poker,” Phoenix mumbled as he trailed behind Edgeworth into the stable. Edgeworth smirked, but pretended he hadn’t heard anything as he turned on the heel of his new riding boots.
“Well, now. Muck up.” He leaned on a wooden pillar, gesturing to something that did something he guessed was horse related. It was pointy. For Wright’s benefit, Edgeworth schooled his face into a look of haughty distain, but inside, he was fairly writhing with glee. Alright, so tricking Wright into debt and forcing him into menial labor in order to ogle his sweaty body sounded bad when said out loud, but it was all for a good cause. The cause of putting more delicious images into Edgeworth’s mental masturbatory catalogue (he detested the colloquial term ‘wank bank’).
Phoenix’s shoulders slumped as he reached for the farm implement. From the way he looked at it, he had no idea what it did either. “I didn’t know you had horses.” He commented lightly, no doubt trying to postpone his work.
Actually, Edgeworth didn’t. These stables were owned by a man whose daughter’s mugger he had prosecuted. It was all an excuse to squeeze Phoenix into a pair of tight caramel pants and thigh-high boots. In fact, he thought the idea of riding an animal with the ability to crush a man’s head beneath one of its dainty hooves was perfectly ludicrous. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” Edgeworth replied loftily. Such as what I’m going to be doing to those boots after you leave.
A long-suffering sigh wracked through Wright’s body and he toed the clean-looking straw. “Uh … here?”
“Sure, whatever.” Edgeworth feigned boredom as he wiped off a wooden bench and sat, resting one ankle on his other knee in an attempt to hide his persistent erection. Staring at Wright’s thighs on the car ride over had been inappropriately … stimulating.
Thighs, now there was an idea. The soft cloth of Wright’s pants puckered at the seam as he bent, hugging the tight curve of his ass, revealing every shift of his leg muscle as he speared a forkful of straw and lifted it. Edgeworth shuddered in his velvet coat. Those thighs would be delicious wrapped around his hips, lifting and lowering Phoenix on his cock as he rode Edgeworth like a thoroughbred stallion that needed to be broken-
“Edgeworth!” Phoenix called, panting lightly under the strain of holding up an entire bale of straw. “I said, where do you want me to put this?”
“Where you found it.” Edgeworth replied hurriedly, barely suppressing himself from demanding Wright call him Master.
Young master, Edgeworth imagined Wright’s voice in his head as the real Phoenix moved on to filling the horses’ already-full feeding bins. No, no. Edgeworth shook his head. Realistically, Wright would call him something like,
“My Lord,” the young stableboy gasped as he cringed from his master’s footsteps. He could not go far, however, for a strip of thick leather bound his hands to a hook on the wall normally used for tethering horses. “My Lord, I am sorry-“
“Silence, servant.” The broodingly handsome Lord adjusted his crisp cravat and sniffed. “Because of your sloppy handling, I have mud on my boots.”
“My Lord-“
With a sharp snap, the master’s whip curved around his servant’s body, making the lad flinch with fear. When he opened his eyes, however, his clothing was in tatters around his body, but his lean, golden muscles and his leaking erection were untouched. “Oh,” the stableboy moaned with fear and overwhelming arousal. “Sir!”
“You will accept your punishment?” The master stepped closer, his voice a low purr.
“Yes! Yes!”
The master smiled and delicately planted one foot on his servant’s shoulder. “Then clean my boots. With your tongue.”
“Shit, my boots are dirty.” Phoenix complained, kicking what Edgeworth hoped was mud off of his heel. With a groan he slung off his corduroy jacket, revealing a loose white shirt, soaked through with sweat and sticking in damp patches to his chest and back. Edgeworth felt his mouth go dry as he watched Phoenix wipe the sweat off of his brow with a handkerchief. “Whew! Guess I’ve gotten my exercise for the month,” he joked, “Just wish it weren’t so damn hot.”
Then take off your shirt! Screamed Edgeworth in his head. Outwardly he coughed, startling in surprise as Phoenix walked to sit next to him. Edgeworth could feel the heat radiating off of the other man’s body, smell the sweat running off of his chest in rivulets, the musk that would probably grow stronger if Edgworth could stick his face in Wright’s crotch … “What are you doing?” He demanded, nearlybreathlessness as he skittered off the bench and straightened himself with a hand on the stall door. There was an annoyed whinny from the horse inside.
“I’m taking a break.” Phoenix said, fanning himself lazily with his handkerchief, a picture of hedonism torn straight from the pages of 18th century England.
“Objection!” Edgeworth sputtered, towering over Wright as imposingly as possible. “You’ve still got work to do! You can rest when it’s done!”
“And when will that be?” Wright said, the first hint of anger heating his words. “Don’t you think this has gone a bit far?” He stood and stalked towards Edgeworth, backing him into a wall until his heels scraped concrete.
“W-what … I don’t know-“ Edgeworth’s breath hitched as Wright pinned him, catching his wrists and holding him, helpless, as Wright pressed their bodies together and rotated his hips lewdly.
“Objection overruled,” Phoenix murmured against his mouth before tonguing it open and kissing Edgeworth hard enough to make his knees buckle.
Edgeworth flinched as he felt Phoenix tug his wrists upwards, holding both of them with one hand while he pressed the other against Edgeworth’s erection, grinding against it teasingly and catching Edgeworth’s desperate noises.
“God, Phoenix,” Edgeworth groaned, his head falling back against the wall with a thump, exposing the pale line of his neck to Wright’s teeth. The feeling of being helpless, pinned down and at the mercy of a man who wanted to take revenge from his oh-so-willing body was enough to make even the uptight, upstanding Miles Edgeworth moan like a whore and struggle to wrap his legs around Wright’s lean hips.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you.” Phoenix nipped his ear, bringing their clothed erections together and rolling his hips. His free hand began plucking at Edgeworth’s nipples, twisting them into oversensitivity.
Edgeworth inhaled the smell of sweet straw and sunshine, sweat and horses. He tugged at Wright’s grip with every sharp, stuttering thrust of his hips, making the entire stable tremble with his movements. His cock needed more, more friction, but he couldn’t form a sentence coherent enough to demand Wright unzip him, touch him, fuck him. A line of sweat ran down Wright’s neck and Edgeworth moved forward to lap that up, sucking eagerly at the tanned skin in order to leave his mark.
“Oh God. Edgeworth.” Pheonix groaned, and here was something he had never imagined, Wright’s voice as he came, husky and filled with sinful promise, like he needed Edgeworth, loved-
“Edgeworth!”
Edgeworth startled, opening his eyes to find Wright’s face blurring into focus. “Wha-?” He asked intelligently.
“You fainted.” Phoenix sat back on his haunches, a relieved look on his face. “The stable owner said probably heat stroke. You need water.” He handed a chilled bottle to Edgeworth and as their fingers brushed, there was a moment where the fever-dream overlapped with reality.
Edgeworth fought down a pang of disappointment, snatching his hands away and shifting himself up on his elbows. Phoenix helped tug him up, despite Edgeworth’s very vocal protests and carefully leaned him against a wall. Long after their contact ended, Edgeworth could swear he felt the heat of Wright’s palms on his body. He busied himself with opening the bottle and drinking deeply.
“You really shouldn’t wear such thick clothes on a hot day.” Phoenix chided, holding up Edgeworth’s velvet jacket. For the first time, Edgeworth realized that he was in his undershirt.
“That’s worth more than your house.” He said, chasing away mental images of Phoenix stripping him. This entire day had been exhausting. In many ways.
“Look,” Phoenix lowered his voice, “I know what’s going on.”
“Enlighten me.” Edgeworth leaned back and closed his eyes, more than ready for the accusations or, more likely, gentle rejection that would follow.
“You want to hang out.” Phoenix said. “And that’s cool.” To Edgeworth’s astonished expression. “I mean, you have some weird tastes … how about next time we shoot some hoops, or catch a movie?”
“Maybe you could clean my house.” Edgeworth replied, almost surprised at how easily he could snap back in the swing of things. He stood shakily, steadying himself on the wall and waving away Wright’s offered hand.
“Maybe you should teach me how to play poker.” Phoenix retorted, following him outside.
“Not likely.” Edgeworth headed towards his car, never seeing Wright’s faint blush, or the hand he ran over the pale pink mark on his neck.
