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Kristoph stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed and way more alerted than earlier. He checked the time. Oh, Phoenix should be back in 40 minutes, he had to make the best of it within the time limit! Settling carefully at his vanity, Kristoph put a hairband on to keep any hair from falling on his face and applied a beauty mask. 30 minutes later, various skin, hair care and make-up were left here and there on the surface of the cabinet as the man hurried to his room to get dressed.
Well, as much dressed as the attorney needed to put his plan in motion.
Kristoph checked his reflection with a critical eye, he ran a hand in his hair and smiled. Better. He spun around one last time and stopped, his back in front of the mirror. His gaze slowly lowered and halted on his rump. Kristoph felt his cheeks becoming as warm as his backside had felt the previous evening. He shuddered and bit on his forefinger to stop himself from thinking about it too much.
“Wait just a bit more.” He told himself. “Phoenix will arrive any minute now.”
His wish was granted for the sound of the door opening reached his ears. Kristoph’s heart was now beating wildly in excitement, and a bit of apprehension, he was so eager!
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The previous day
“How could you be so impolite?”
Phoenix sounded harried, which took Kristoph aback. Even more shocked that the remark was directed to him!
“Impolite? Me?” Kristoph frowned, turning around to face his unusually disgruntled boyfriend. “How so?”
“Seriously Kristoph? You want to do this?” Phoenix put his hands on his hips, his own frown deepening. “I know Payne is not the best prosecutor around, but he won this trial fair and square! He didn’t even brag about it, he was as lost as everyone else when that guy spilt the beans!”
“Of course he was.” Kristoph sneered. “He could not reach victory unless it was shoved in his face like today! Pathetic.”
“Kristoph!”
“What? I dare you to tell me this is not true! And with evidence, please!”
“Do you even hear yourself?! This isn’t about you losing the trial,” Kristoph huffed at that, crossing his arms but Phoenix ignored that. “But your attitude! And the way you talked to Payne! He didn’t deserve to be treated with such contempt!”
“Surely, he didn’t even understand-“
“HE DID, Kristoph! Stop considering him dumber than he is!” Phoenix snapped, spreading his arms in frustration. “Besides, you are giving more importance to victory than anything right now! The truth came out, and that’s what matters most! If you have to be angry about what happened, shouldn’t you be angry at your client for lying to you and playing you? Or for that witness, who withheld such capital information only to spill it out because he couldn’t take the pressure once he stood before everyone? You can’t- ”
“Oh please, Phoenix! Stop that!” Kristoph had been pinching the bridge of his nose during his lover’s speech and was now pushing his glasses back into place. “You need to stop watching the world through pink-tinted glasses as you do! Finding the truth is not our job, that’s the police! We are supposed to defend our clients’ rights! Not do the job of this bunch of imbeciles! Gott, even the Judges need us to spell it out to them and find the true culprits most of the time, do you think it’s normal? Or even fair?” Phoenix froze. “This system is still rotten, rigged so the prosecutors can get their guilty verdicts like gangbusters! Payne didn’t stand a chance against me, and look what happened!”
“So this is still about victory, then?” the other attorney said, his tone so sharp that Kristoph flinched. “You can hide behind your big words and speech about equity, in the end, you are just being a sore loser right now. A brat! I don’t care how old we both are, at the moment, I’d like to give you a good spanking so you’d cut the crap!”
Kristoph’s eyes widened.
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Phoenix took a sharp intake of breath once his lover let go of him, feeling slightly dizzy by the sudden kiss. Kristoph snuggled against him and he instinctively wrapped his arms around the blonde.
“Wo-wow, that’s some home welcoming!” he uttered, stepping away whilst keeping his hands around the other’s waist. A goofy smile spread on his lips as he glanced at Kristoph’s (lack of) clothes. “What’s the occasion?”
“I want you.” Kristoph all but beamed at him, a hand delicately held to his blushing face.
Phoenix startled slightly, aghast by his lover’s brutal honesty. Kristoph, still beaming at him, gently cupped his face in his hands before leaning in for another kiss. The older attorney wondered briefly what he might have done to initiate such passion before kissing back, dipping his lover. Kristoph chuckled in the kiss as he did, wrapping his arms around Phoenix’s neck. Their tongues were quick to meet, dancing together on a tune they knew too well. When the lovers broke the kiss, gasping for air, Phoenix felt slightly dizzy again, like he had one drink too many. Kristoph was staring at him through half-closed eyes, his cheeks were flushed, and it was making the brunette’s heart go wild.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday.” Kristoph breathed, he caressed Phoenix’s cheek and quickly added to reassure him “I want you to do that again. Please.”
Phoenix was now staring at him with wide eyes, his face slowly turned redder and redder as he obviously registered the information. The blonde couldn’t help smirking, noting how his lover’s eyes kept scrutinizing him; he could tell Phoenix had been turned on with only a passionate kiss and seeing him dressed like that. It was flattering. He knew the brunette loved seeing him in these lavender undergarments, barely covered by his long white shirt of silk (half-opened of course). Kristoph pulled him against him again, nuzzling the crook between his lover’s neck and collarbone. Then gingerly, he slipped one leg between Phoenix’s and bent his knee to rub it against his crotch. The effect was immediate and oh so satisfying.
“You want to take me to our bed and bend me over your knees right now too. Don’t you, Liebling?” Kristoph whispered, his smirk widening at the other’s shudder. “I know you want to, mein Feuervögel, I can feel you flaring up in my arms.”
Phoenix gasped again when Kristoph blew softly in his ear, fanning the flames of his desire. A swear escaped his lips, wanting to rub himself against his lover’s knee while struggling to not drag him to their bedroom at once. However, Phoenix didn’t want to take any risk.
“Fine. Let’s do this” He stepped back and bit his lips not to pounce at the sight of Kristoph’s beaming expression. “But first, go and apply some moisturizing cream on your ass.”
It was Kristoph’s turn to blush harder. Either from Phoenix’s commanding tone or the demand, it was hard to tell.
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Kristoph couldn’t understand how he had found himself in such… an undignified and humiliating position. Bending over his lover’s lap with both his trousers and drawers down to his own knees; a hand holding him in place on his small back while said lover was rigorously spanking him. He winced at an especially hard smack, gritting his teeth not to let any sound out. Not yet. He knew he could endure more and stayed still. He wouldn’t give Phoenix the satisfaction of having to restrain him more than necessary; he refused to flounder and whine like some child.
“Still as stoic as ever, I see,” Phoenix remarked, his tone making him shiver. “You really think you can put on airs right now, in your position?”
The following slap pulled a painful cry out of Kristoph, who gripped the blanket of the bed in his two hands and clenched until his fists were white as more, similar slaps fell down his now sensitive bottom.
“Don’t grit your teeth like that!” Phoenix paused in his smacking, he seized his lover’s chin and forced Kristoph to look up at him. The eye contact added more humiliation to Kristoph’s “injury”, who protested weakly, trying to shake Phoenix’s hand off. “You’re going to hurt yourself! You don’t want to wear a mouthguard again, do you? Like when you suffered from bruxism?”
This brought actual tears to Kristoph’s eyes. Of course, he had to remind him of such bad memories!
“Did you need to remind me?” he growled, tempted to bite Phoenix’s hand in retaliation.
“Actually yes. And don’t you start with that, Kristoph. You’re not the last to remind other people of their failures when it serves you.”
Kristoph pressed his lips together and shifted his gaze away, another layer of shame added.
“You’d rather bite this.” Phoenix presented him with his own tie. “Or bite on your braid if you prefer it that way.”
This stunned the blonde, making him blush even more. Unfortunately for him, another part of his anatomy had been awakened by that shameless statement, and when he felt Phoenix’s thigh unwillingly pressing against it, he yelped. Phoenix glanced the other way and blinked, merely acknowledging it with an “ah”. This was too much, Kristoph choked on a sob and buried his face in the blanket.
“Oh no, don’t think I am done with you yet!” Phoenix warned and the spanking resumed.
Now biting on the sheet, Kristoph whimpered, tears leaking from his eyes.
“You are only feeling sorry for yourself, don’t you?” Phoenix pointed out, his voice sharp. “You are crying over the shame of being treated like a brat and how undignified you must look, right?” he insisted. “How about you stop being such a self-centred git? That hard head of yours can’t comprehend how abhorrent your attitude can be?”
Pained moans and sobs reached Phoenix’s ears, but he kept on.
“Just a bit more, love, you’re almost there.” He thought as he still admonished Kristoph, he was starting to get tired, his hand was burning.
“I’m sorry for being so odious! I’m so sorry!” Kristoph finally cried, and Phoenix stopped, letting him speak.
Thankfully, Kristoph’s apology wasn’t empty and he recognized his wrongs between sobs, so Phoenix’s words hadn’t fallen on deaf ears; and, whatever his lover had needed then, he had got it. Gently, Phoenix lifted Kristoph to hold him close, kissing his hair. He let Kristoph bury his head in his shoulders to cry his heart out, rubbing his back softly as he did.
When Kristoph’s sobs calmed down, he still refused to look at him.
“I must look awful.” He complained, tightening his arms around Phoenix.
“Kristoph, please.” The brunette rolled his eyes.
The younger lawyer ended up complying and slowly let go. His face was red, wet with tears and a bit of snot the man tried to wipe as best as possible, some of his makeup – especially his mascara – were therefore running and his hair was dishevelled. Kristoph sniffed, unable to look into him.
Phoenix leaned and kissed his forehead, then his cheek, still holding him close.
“I love you.” He reminded his tearful lover.
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Kristoph felt like his face would never get rid of the blush that was burning his face as he applied moisturizing cream once more on his still sensitive skin. He was feeling quite dirty for wanting it, even more, he was preparing himself to get spanked and – mercy! – was it turning him on! A cuss behind him startled him out of his inner turmoil and he froze at the sight of Phoenix’s reflection. The man was staring at him with such hungry eyes, that it took his breath away. Before he knew it, Phoenix was kissing his neck, wrapping an arm around his waist and caressing Kristoph’s buttocks with his other hand.
“I could make love to you right now,” Phoenix muttered as he left a trail of kisses along his lover’s jaw. “You look so gorgeous, Kris.”
“Liebling wait!” The blonde gasped, gripping the edge of the dresser. “Don’t spoil me too much, not yet!”
“So eager to get over my knees again, love?” the brunette smirked, eyes smoky with desire.
Kristoph bit his bottom lip not to blurt out his answer, wishing to keep at least a shred of his dignity. Yes, he wanted it so bad! Yesterday had been a necessity, a plea to release his stress and frustration and a need to be put back into his place for his obnoxious attitude. Today, he was pleading for another kind of release, he was seeking out pleasure in his beloved’s arms, his passion burning his insides. But he didn’t want to be selfish, Phoenix was always so good to him, he had to – no, wanted to return the favour in any way he could. Kristoph gently pushed him off so he could face him and kissed him deeply.
“Allow me.” He breathed when they pulled away, and slowly got on his knees.
It was Phoenix’s turn to blush crimson, then gasp as Kristoph quickly got on with it, more impatiently than he ever had.
“Whoa, Kris!” his fingers curled in the blonde hair. “S-slow down! I’m not- I can’t hold on longer when you- “
A stroke of Kristoph’s tongue made him gasp louder, Phoenix closed his eyes and clenched his fingers tighter in his lover’s hair. Kristoph was all the more encouraged and he kept greedily engulfing the brunette’s penis. It took a lot of determination for Phoenix not to come when he glanced down and met his boyfriend’s gaze. Another cuss escaped his lips and he commanded Kristoph to stop; seizing him under his arms, Phoenix got him back on his feet to kiss him full on the lips. The younger man moaned, melting into the kiss and immediately wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist when the latter lifted him.
“Let’s get down to business, shall we?” Phoenix grinned.
Kristoph all but grinned, allowing his beloved to carry him back to the bedroom. Phoenix gently put him down and kissed him at the corner of his lips.
“Do you remember our safe words?” he asked gently, running a hand through the blonde locks.
“I do.”
“Please, tell them.”
Kristoph held back a sigh, eager to keep on, but still, he answered: “Brontide, for a pause or to notify that there’s an issue but nothing big.” he opened the buttons of his shirt “And Objection to stop everything.”
“Perfect.” Phoenix gave him one more kiss before he sat on the bed. “Now, over my laps.”
Wanting to tease his beloved a bit, Kristoph took his time to climb on the bed, stretching sensually his limbs as he got into position. He could see and feel Phoenix was getting impatient, and he loved every second of it. He willingly brushed the other’s crotch and send him a sultry glance when he was finally in place. A warm hand rested on his bottom, caressing his buttocks, which made Kristoph shiver. Then- then!
Kristoph threw his hand backwards with a delighted gasp at the first slap. Although Phoenix wasn’t putting as much force in them as he did the previous day, it still stung. And he was still wearing his underwear! A moan escaped his lips when Phoenix hit a particularly sensitive part; Kristoph’s crotch trapped against his thigh and kept being rubbed against it. Such sweet torture!
It didn’t take long for Phoenix to seize the blonde’s soft pants and to slip them down barely enough to bare Kristoph’s slightly pink butt. The latter felt himself blush once again, his moans getting louder as more slaps landed randomly on his bottom, going as far as raising it to meet his beloved’s hand. Surely, he would be sore for at least a week! The thought made him lick his now dry lips, entertaining it.
Phoenix couldn’t hold it anymore, his shaft was painfully hard, and having his lover offering himself to him like this was driving him mad! He stopped and almost contort to reach for the nightstand, opening the drawer and rummaging inside it. Kristoph calling him out by his name in question didn’t make him pause, he couldn’t wait! He let a small exclamation of triumph out when he put his hand on the lube and quickly coated two fingers in it. Kristoph’s eyes widened at the sight, the two lovers’ eyes met and he nodded at him.
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Although the warm water helped his muscles relax, it wasn’t what Kristoph needed most. He clung to Phoenix’s neck, kissing him deeply, until getting breathless. His lover’s hand wrapped around his erected sex, and he gently stroked him whilst kissing him, leading him to bliss. Phoenix covered Kristoph’s face with kisses before turning off the water.
“Better?” he asked, gently rubbing their forehead together.
“Yes,” Kristoph answered breathlessly. “Thank you.”
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“You torturer!” Kristoph whined, arching his back. “Oh Phoenix, please! Let me ride you! Or- Anything! Just- just fuck me already!”
Phoenix had been working his lover open for what seemed to be an eternity, only brushing his prostate one moment and pressing it the next. He smirked, this had been tedious for him too, but worth it! Watching his lover squirming and moaning with such abandon in his laps, sometimes biting on his braid (like he had suggested!!) had almost made him come. But the teasing had to stop.
Less than a minute later, Kristoph was laying on his back with his legs draped over Phoenix’s shoulders. Phoenix pounded inside his lover with all his might and passion, holding one of his wrists into a bruising grip, the other gripping the sheet next to Kristoph’s head. The blonde man was so overwhelmed he thought he was going to faint, this was so good! Being so helpless had never felt so insignificant, for he knew Phoenix would never take advantage of it, on the contrary. His thrusts were bringing him to the most intense orgasm he ever had. His insides were burning, almost as much as his rear end, it felt like he was about to melt. And all he could think of was his dear Phoenix Wright, who was taking such good care of him, making him feel so good, helping him become a better person. Another harsh thrust pulled a cry out of him, he was so close; lost in the ecstasy, he almost forgot how to breathe.
He felt himself exploding and his vision went white, then black.
When he came to, Phoenix was gently patting his cheek, then he sighed with relief.
“Oh my love!” he let out a breathy laugh. “You scared me for a moment!”
Kristoph answered by giving him a small peck on the lips, too tired and his throat too sore to talk yet. His lips stretched tired, satisfied smirk.
Payne might have won the trial of yesterday, but Kristoph had won something so much sweeter and grand than this.