[No. For a moment, Abbacchio bites hard on his lower lip, his arms shaking from the strain of staving himself off. It's frustrating, but part of it is just so fucking good, too.
He shudders and yanks his hand away when he feels the foot just barely touch him. It's so soft, and at this point he'll take anything Edgeworth feels like giving him.
Abbacchio pushes his knees further apart, exposing himself more.]
[...Says the guy who isn't being edged just for the sake of being difficult, but at least it'll hopefully be worth it in the end. Having Abbacchio's knees spread wide makes for a better sight and a better angle, and so Edgeworth settles in and gets comfortable, flexing his toes and stroking more firmly against Abbacchio's aching cock.]
I won't even make you ask permission. Keep your hands off, but — other than that, as you see fit. I want to watch you.
[The words are far from biting as he might like them to be, his voice strained yet airy as he speaks. Abbacchio curls his hands around his own thighs, fingernails digging, keeping his hands to himself as instructed.
He huffs, then he rolls his hips, rubbing himself against Edgeworth's foot, enjoying how the fabric feels against his cock. It's not enough to get himself off, but it's at least something. Abbacchio peers up at Edgeworth, not taking his eyes off of him, peering from under the mess of his hair and half-lidded eyes.]
You were right. It would've been such a waste not to put you on your knees.
[This won't last forever, he knows. Perhaps only until he's able to catch his breath, and work some of the sated numbness out of his own limbs. But it'll do for a little while, letting Abbacchio ache and simmer and wait for the chance to finally get free.
Something like this, he decides at length, really doesn't do much for him except the power of it. Abbacchio likes the feeling of being used. He likes the feeling of having this go at his pace, according to his schedule. He likes taking the time to memorize the glitter in Abbacchio's half-closed eyes and appreciate it in a way that tactile frenzy will soon override.]
How would you like to come, I wonder? In my mouth, on my face? Inside me?
[He bears down a little more firmly still, timing the strokes to the cadence of his voice.]
Do you no longer care? Your own hand would suffice, if I'd only just let you do something?
[Hips buck forward at the firmer contact, desperate and eager. He can hardly think to speak as he listens to Edgeworth, his voice even and more in control than Abbacchio is, but that's the way he prefers it. Getting unraveled under the direction of someone else, someone that can be relied on--
He bites his lip and lets out a frustrated whine.]
[He makes him wait, because of course he does. A little more, a little more. Until finally he's the one who can't wait any longer.]
I suppose you've suffered enough.
[He draws back, pushing himself back a short way on the mattress to make room for Abbacchio to climb up and sit over him, and still have enough space for the both of them to balance.]
Up. I'm going to kiss that filthy mouth while you come.
[Up. He breathes in sharply, his body tense as he prepares himself. Slowly, he gets into his knees, body trembling with absolute need, so fucking hard that it hurts but it's so good.
He crawls up to the bed, stopping only to finish kicking off his pants, too sweaty to keep them on. Abbacchio kneels over to Edgeworth, staring at him hungry.]
[He says, softly, and reaches between them, curling his warm fingers around Abbacchio's cock one by one as his other hand draws him down, unmindful of the lipstick and sweat and mess on his face.]
You've done so well. You've earned it.
[And whether he means the use of his name or the permission to come is anyone's guess, but he closes the distance between them and kisses Abbacchio firmly, filthy and wet, and starts to stroke him at a satisfying pace.]
[Miles. It's so stupid, but being given permission like that makes him numb for a moment. Not necessarily in a bad way, but he looks at him with clarity in his eyes, at least long enough before the hands touch him.
Abbacchio shudders and buries himself into the kiss messily. His teeth drag over Edgeworth's lips, drowning the other man in his whimpers and groans as he chases after the hand finally touching him. He breathes hard through his nose, focusing purely on the warm hand gripping him.
And finally, he comes; a strangled noise is pressed against Edgeworth's lips, his hips thrusting once more before his cock jerks, finishing messily between the two of them.
It's then he finally breaks off the kiss, trying to catch his breath.]
[It's hard not to get a little aroused again at the feeling of Abbacchio on top of him, shaking and writhing and chasing his peak; it's not enough that he needs to do anything about it, really, but it's nice nevertheless to get swept up in it. The kisses come messy, the noises soft but more than enough to fill the otherwise quiet of the room. It covers his hand when Abbacchio finishes, but that's a problem for later; in the moment, he strokes him gently through it, milking the full experience out of him until the kiss breaks away.]
Take your time...
[He murmurs the words into the sliver of space between their lips, already halfway planning how he's going to deal with it on the off-chance that Abbacchio just collapses on top of him in his exhaustion. A problem for later; it's fine for right now.]
[Truthfully, Abbacchio's arms are shaking with effort to keep himself up, not wanting to crush the other man.
Then he huffs out a soft laugh at the last part.]
I haven't felt this nice in awhile. So yeah, it was pretty all right.
[He's still a mess, but he does lean down and press a kiss to Edgeworth's forehead, unable to help a bit of affection that comes out of him. But Abbacchio is feeling really damned good, so to hell with it.]
[Not that he fears being crushed but...yeah, no, he doesn't want to be crushed. There's room on the mattress, they'll just have to curl up together or spoon or something.]
Truthfully, and with full candor, I...
[He clears his throat, turning a little red.]
I've...not quite had my fill of you yet. If it were up to me.
[Yet, he sounds a bit fond despite how he says it. Regardless, he follows Edgeworth's order one last time: he sighs and lets himself fall down onto his side onto the mattress.
He feels like a big fucking mess, sweat and come and ruined makeup on his face alike, but that kind of sensation of also being thoroughly used by someone he respects is what makes it that good for him. It's not just following orders, but putting himself into the hands of someone he wants to follow.
Abbacchio smiles crookedly, resting a hand on Edgeworth's hip. The blushing is actually really damned cute, but he keeps that to himself.]
You take to it so well. It's been some time since I've been with someone so...responsive.
[Good, good. The imminent threat of crushing removed, he can at last relax and unwind a little, basking in the last remnants of his fading afterglow and the warmth radiating off of Abbacchio's body beside him. It's such a small thing, the feeling of a wide palm coming to press against his hip, but it leaves him feeling grounded, wanted. It's reassuring.]
I suppose we'll both need a few minutes to recover. But I don't mind.
Ah. I don't usually...that is, I tried to rise to meet you. As it were.
[He clears his throat again, fully aware that he's essentially said nothing with that remark, but having to sort of get his head around his meaning before he can actually push the words out.]
I don't go into an encounter expecting obedience. My aim was to please you.
[He lets out a slow breath, his head falling comfortably to one side.]
I enjoyed it, too, make no mistake. But I wouldn't...demand that. Had you not set the pace first.
[Hm. Does that mean Edgeworth is someone who needs approval, or to be desired? It's something he didn't stop to consider before. Maybe that's his fault for getting in so deep with all of the attention he was being given.]
That's fair.
[His hand roams up to Edgeworth's shoulder before stroking down his side to the hip again.]
Just-- you know. If there's something you prefer, you can tell me that.
[His eyes fall half-closed as he basks in the — petting, almost. Lazy, languid touches that feel just right against his sensitive nerves, steady enough that he doesn't need to keep his eyes open in order to track them because the movements are predictable.]
It's not easily given. Certainly not anything I would insist upon out of a casual encounter.
[He seems to drift a minute, wavering, but then regroups and just takes the risk.]
I barely even know how to put it into words. Just — to be wanted. To not be...interchangeable with anyone else. As I said, that's too much to ask of anyone, but. It's a nice thought.
[And it's exactly what he thought it might be. How Edgeworth is instinctively seeking approval, to be desired. It's a curious thing, and the first thing he thinks of is who wouldn't want him? Well, clearly, that line of thinking has come from somewhere, before Caesar and Edgeworth's colleague alike both disappeared. It runs deeper.
He brushes hair from Edgeworth's face.]
I'll give whatever I've got. But trust me when I say that wanting you isn't a problem here.
[The words don't give away much, and the tone doesn't, either; the way he moves so eagerly, almost pleadingly, into the fingers that drift across his face is what offers up all the confirmation Abbacchio could ever need, and more.
Yes. Yes, please. Want me.
But then, tiredly, he chuckles a little.]
There's a sink across the hall, if you'd like to wash your face first.
[There's a brief, warm look in Abbacchio's eyes as he looks at Edgeworth, then he finally pulls away.]
I'll be back.
[He sits up, making quick work of himself with the sink across the way. For a brief moment, he has a look at himself, which is an absolute fucking mess. Dried cum, smeared makeup, and sweat.
Yeah, that'd definitely been a good time.
Abbacchio washes off his face, rubbing off his lipstick as well since it's kind of a disaster anyway. Upon returning, he's getting back to bed, then pauses before he's holding an arm up in invitation.]
[He only lies still a minute, after Abbacchio heads across the hall; then, a little reluctantly, Edgeworth makes himself get up and at the very least, sort out the business of his haphazardly-discarded clothes. His socks are removed and hung over the edge of a dresser drawer, pending laundering; the sweatpants get folded and set to the side, and after some deliberation he just takes off his sweater, as well. Perhaps Abbacchio will regret not being allowed to divest him of it personally, but — well, this way, it'll just be simpler.
That tidied, he returns to the bed and stretches out on top of the blankets, reaching for one edge of the comforter and pulling a fold of it over himself just to keep some of the heat in while he waits.
Fortunately, Abbacchio doesn't keep him waiting long, and when he beckons, it's easy to roll over and nudge closer as he's bidden.]
Mm. You look different without your makeup. Not better or worse. Just different.
[As soon as Edgeworth is closer, Abbacchio pulls him into a firm embrace, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose. Yeah, it's a little disappointing that he couldn't undress the man himself, but that's all right. He wouldn't expect Edgeworth to wait it out. Better that he's comfortable.
It's hard to not be a little affectionate after everything.]
Thanks. Kinda makes me feel more naked than taking off my clothes, to be honest. Don't tell anyone I got freckles.
[He nuzzles down to Edgeworth's throat, lazily kissing him there.]
[At first, he's a little hesitant, not quite knowing where Abbacchio is going with this and not quite able to let go of his own tension to ease into it. But then the kisses start falling on his face and neck, and it's surprisingly easy to come unwound and release a sigh that takes half the air in his chest with it.]
As it is, I'm mostly just making sure the dark circles don't show beneath my eyes.
[His words are murmured against Edgeworth's throat as he keeps peppering it with kisses, light and quick. Gently, his arm squeezes around Edgeworth's midsection, the affection lazy. Just another few minutes, and he'll get to some real work.]
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He shudders and yanks his hand away when he feels the foot just barely touch him. It's so soft, and at this point he'll take anything Edgeworth feels like giving him.
Abbacchio pushes his knees further apart, exposing himself more.]
Then give it to me.
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[...Says the guy who isn't being edged just for the sake of being difficult, but at least it'll hopefully be worth it in the end. Having Abbacchio's knees spread wide makes for a better sight and a better angle, and so Edgeworth settles in and gets comfortable, flexing his toes and stroking more firmly against Abbacchio's aching cock.]
I won't even make you ask permission. Keep your hands off, but — other than that, as you see fit. I want to watch you.
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[The words are far from biting as he might like them to be, his voice strained yet airy as he speaks. Abbacchio curls his hands around his own thighs, fingernails digging, keeping his hands to himself as instructed.
He huffs, then he rolls his hips, rubbing himself against Edgeworth's foot, enjoying how the fabric feels against his cock. It's not enough to get himself off, but it's at least something. Abbacchio peers up at Edgeworth, not taking his eyes off of him, peering from under the mess of his hair and half-lidded eyes.]
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[This won't last forever, he knows. Perhaps only until he's able to catch his breath, and work some of the sated numbness out of his own limbs. But it'll do for a little while, letting Abbacchio ache and simmer and wait for the chance to finally get free.
Something like this, he decides at length, really doesn't do much for him except the power of it. Abbacchio likes the feeling of being used. He likes the feeling of having this go at his pace, according to his schedule. He likes taking the time to memorize the glitter in Abbacchio's half-closed eyes and appreciate it in a way that tactile frenzy will soon override.]
How would you like to come, I wonder? In my mouth, on my face? Inside me?
[He bears down a little more firmly still, timing the strokes to the cadence of his voice.]
Do you no longer care? Your own hand would suffice, if I'd only just let you do something?
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[Hips buck forward at the firmer contact, desperate and eager. He can hardly think to speak as he listens to Edgeworth, his voice even and more in control than Abbacchio is, but that's the way he prefers it. Getting unraveled under the direction of someone else, someone that can be relied on--
He bites his lip and lets out a frustrated whine.]
Just wanna come. Stronzo.
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I suppose you've suffered enough.
[He draws back, pushing himself back a short way on the mattress to make room for Abbacchio to climb up and sit over him, and still have enough space for the both of them to balance.]
Up. I'm going to kiss that filthy mouth while you come.
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He crawls up to the bed, stopping only to finish kicking off his pants, too sweaty to keep them on. Abbacchio kneels over to Edgeworth, staring at him hungry.]
Edgeworth.
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[He says, softly, and reaches between them, curling his warm fingers around Abbacchio's cock one by one as his other hand draws him down, unmindful of the lipstick and sweat and mess on his face.]
You've done so well. You've earned it.
[And whether he means the use of his name or the permission to come is anyone's guess, but he closes the distance between them and kisses Abbacchio firmly, filthy and wet, and starts to stroke him at a satisfying pace.]
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Abbacchio shudders and buries himself into the kiss messily. His teeth drag over Edgeworth's lips, drowning the other man in his whimpers and groans as he chases after the hand finally touching him. He breathes hard through his nose, focusing purely on the warm hand gripping him.
And finally, he comes; a strangled noise is pressed against Edgeworth's lips, his hips thrusting once more before his cock jerks, finishing messily between the two of them.
It's then he finally breaks off the kiss, trying to catch his breath.]
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Take your time...
[He murmurs the words into the sliver of space between their lips, already halfway planning how he's going to deal with it on the off-chance that Abbacchio just collapses on top of him in his exhaustion. A problem for later; it's fine for right now.]
I. I hope...that was all right.
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Then he huffs out a soft laugh at the last part.]
I haven't felt this nice in awhile. So yeah, it was pretty all right.
[He's still a mess, but he does lean down and press a kiss to Edgeworth's forehead, unable to help a bit of affection that comes out of him. But Abbacchio is feeling really damned good, so to hell with it.]
And how about you?
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[Not that he fears being crushed but...yeah, no, he doesn't want to be crushed. There's room on the mattress, they'll just have to curl up together or spoon or something.]
Truthfully, and with full candor, I...
[He clears his throat, turning a little red.]
I've...not quite had my fill of you yet. If it were up to me.
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[Yet, he sounds a bit fond despite how he says it. Regardless, he follows Edgeworth's order one last time: he sighs and lets himself fall down onto his side onto the mattress.
He feels like a big fucking mess, sweat and come and ruined makeup on his face alike, but that kind of sensation of also being thoroughly used by someone he respects is what makes it that good for him. It's not just following orders, but putting himself into the hands of someone he wants to follow.
Abbacchio smiles crookedly, resting a hand on Edgeworth's hip. The blushing is actually really damned cute, but he keeps that to himself.]
Well, that makes two of us. Lucky then, huh?
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[Good, good. The imminent threat of crushing removed, he can at last relax and unwind a little, basking in the last remnants of his fading afterglow and the warmth radiating off of Abbacchio's body beside him. It's such a small thing, the feeling of a wide palm coming to press against his hip, but it leaves him feeling grounded, wanted. It's reassuring.]
I suppose we'll both need a few minutes to recover. But I don't mind.
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[He snorts softly, giving Edgeworth's hip a squeeze. There's no hurry from him.]
I can wait. Kinda wanna wash my face anyway.
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[He clears his throat again, fully aware that he's essentially said nothing with that remark, but having to sort of get his head around his meaning before he can actually push the words out.]
I don't go into an encounter expecting obedience. My aim was to please you.
[He lets out a slow breath, his head falling comfortably to one side.]
I enjoyed it, too, make no mistake. But I wouldn't...demand that. Had you not set the pace first.
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That's fair.
[His hand roams up to Edgeworth's shoulder before stroking down his side to the hip again.]
Just-- you know. If there's something you prefer, you can tell me that.
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[His eyes fall half-closed as he basks in the — petting, almost. Lazy, languid touches that feel just right against his sensitive nerves, steady enough that he doesn't need to keep his eyes open in order to track them because the movements are predictable.]
It's not easily given. Certainly not anything I would insist upon out of a casual encounter.
[He seems to drift a minute, wavering, but then regroups and just takes the risk.]
I barely even know how to put it into words. Just — to be wanted. To not be...interchangeable with anyone else. As I said, that's too much to ask of anyone, but. It's a nice thought.
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[And it's exactly what he thought it might be. How Edgeworth is instinctively seeking approval, to be desired. It's a curious thing, and the first thing he thinks of is who wouldn't want him? Well, clearly, that line of thinking has come from somewhere, before Caesar and Edgeworth's colleague alike both disappeared. It runs deeper.
He brushes hair from Edgeworth's face.]
I'll give whatever I've got. But trust me when I say that wanting you isn't a problem here.
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[The words don't give away much, and the tone doesn't, either; the way he moves so eagerly, almost pleadingly, into the fingers that drift across his face is what offers up all the confirmation Abbacchio could ever need, and more.
Yes. Yes, please. Want me.
But then, tiredly, he chuckles a little.]
There's a sink across the hall, if you'd like to wash your face first.
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I'll be back.
[He sits up, making quick work of himself with the sink across the way. For a brief moment, he has a look at himself, which is an absolute fucking mess. Dried cum, smeared makeup, and sweat.
Yeah, that'd definitely been a good time.
Abbacchio washes off his face, rubbing off his lipstick as well since it's kind of a disaster anyway. Upon returning, he's getting back to bed, then pauses before he's holding an arm up in invitation.]
C'mere.
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That tidied, he returns to the bed and stretches out on top of the blankets, reaching for one edge of the comforter and pulling a fold of it over himself just to keep some of the heat in while he waits.
Fortunately, Abbacchio doesn't keep him waiting long, and when he beckons, it's easy to roll over and nudge closer as he's bidden.]
Mm. You look different without your makeup. Not better or worse. Just different.
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It's hard to not be a little affectionate after everything.]
Thanks. Kinda makes me feel more naked than taking off my clothes, to be honest. Don't tell anyone I got freckles.
[He nuzzles down to Edgeworth's throat, lazily kissing him there.]
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[At first, he's a little hesitant, not quite knowing where Abbacchio is going with this and not quite able to let go of his own tension to ease into it. But then the kisses start falling on his face and neck, and it's surprisingly easy to come unwound and release a sigh that takes half the air in his chest with it.]
As it is, I'm mostly just making sure the dark circles don't show beneath my eyes.
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[His words are murmured against Edgeworth's throat as he keeps peppering it with kisses, light and quick. Gently, his arm squeezes around Edgeworth's midsection, the affection lazy. Just another few minutes, and he'll get to some real work.]
Yeah, you kinda seem like the workaholic type.
So I guess I gotta work hard to relax you.
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