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Miles comes home to a silence that is both familiar and foreign. Familiar, because he has just spent the last month abroad with only phone calls for company. Foreign, because he is not used to being home without either Phoenix or Trucy to share the time with.
He tries not to let it bother him, knowing Phoenix, at least, will be back in a few hours’ time.
He decides to use the time to wipe the grime of travel from his skin.
When he is freshly showered, clad in his robe, he sits on the bed he hasn’t seen in weeks. That he has missed.
He isn’t prepared for the mattress to envelop him so, the familiar surroundings allowing him to relax and take in how exhausting travel can be. He lays down almost absentmindedly, the allure of comfort too strong.
He’s happy to let sleep take him.
He wakes up to the mattress sunken below him, his legs pushed apart and soft hands trailing over him. To those same hands hooking his thighs in place over broad shoulders. To kisses pressed against his skin. The lap of a tongue between his legs.
He languishes in it for a moment, the slow and steady exploration over him. Knowledgeable circles that make arousal swoop low in his stomach through the haze of waking.
That tongue dips inside him and he lets out a soft hum.
Miles opens his eyes and zeros in on the mop of black hair situated between his thighs.
"Welcome home." He murmurs.
Phoenix looks up at him and smiles. His hands trail the outsides of Miles’ thighs as he pulls them up further. "I should be saying that to you, when did you get back?"
"Around three."
"You should have told me. I would have come home."
Miles finds himself momentarily distracted by Phoenix’s stubble rubbing across his inner thigh. "You were in a trial, if I recall correctly."
"I could have found someone to cover for me. I missed you."
"Yes, you've certainly made that clear." He sinks his head back into the pillow while Phoenix resumes his ministrations.
He sighs blissfully. “I missed you too.”
He feels Phoenix smile at that, press a kiss to his cock before wrapping his lips around it to suck.
It’s a lazy moment where Miles lets himself focus on the sensation. He inhales sharply when Phoenix pulls back and he feels his breath.
“Can we try something? I’ve been thinking about it since you left.” Phoenix says between kisses.
“Nngh. What did you have in mind?” He blindly reaches toward Phoenix’s form.
Phoenix takes Miles’ hand in his own, tangling them in the blanket.
“Want you to sit on my face.” He looks up at Miles with those patented Wright eyes he’s been victim to more often than not.
Miles blinks at him for a moment. “Oh.”
It’s a moment too long, and the wrong response, evidently. Phoenix is quick to backtrack.
“Actually, nevermind. Forget I said anything.” Phoenix moves his head back down but Miles slips his legs from Phoenix’s grasp.
Feeling much more awake, he sits up. “You’ve thought about that?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell me about it. What do you want out of it?”
“It’s more like what I want you to get out of it…” He looks a bit sheepish, like he’s said too much. But he presses on with Miles’ gentle insistence. “Well… I think of you pushing me onto the bed and straddling my face… pinning me down and being just out of my reach. And once I’ve begged to taste you enough you shut me up. Use me.” There might be a blush on his face, but in the dim light it’s hard to tell.
“Ah, that.” Miles clears his throat. “That could be arranged.”
“... We don’t have to.”
“But I want to, Love. Come here.”
He pulls Phoenix into a kiss that he yields readily to, twisting them until Phoenix hovers above the mattress.
Phoenix falls against it without resistance. Watches Miles hungrily as he faces him.
Miles looks over him with warring attraction and disdain. “At least take your jacket off.”
Phoenix sits up to take it off and makes to hastily throw it off the side of the bed, but at Miles’ glare he hands it to him instead. Miles folds it neatly and stands, placing it on top of the dresser, not willing to find the proper hanger for it.
He crawls over Phoenix and straddles his chest. Phoenix looks up at him with a wide grin and shining eyes.
“Ready?” Miles asks.
“I was born ready.”
Miles rolls his eyes, but moves until his legs frame Phoenix’s face. Eager eyes look up at him.
“Then wait. And be quiet, it’ll be good practice.”
Miles hovers just above him when he slips a finger between his legs. He circles himself, watching Phoenix’s face morph with envy as though he had not been there himself moments before.
Even with just a slight touch, Miles can feel how wet he is. Dipping a finger in his hole exposes the evidence moreso. He adds another finger, opened by Phoenix’s tongue.
Phoenix watches without verbal complaint, but Miles sees just how much he wants to touch him.
“Is this what you imagined?”
Phoenix nods. Licks his lips.
As a reward for being so patient, he brings his covered fingers to Phoenix’s mouth. He takes them past his lips and sucks them clean. He swirls over them with his tongue, staring at Miles with a look that makes Miles’ breath catch.
When Miles removes them, he watches the trail of drool with fascination.
“I won’t make you beg this time.” He lowers himself until he is just brushing Phoenix’s lips.
Phoenix grabs his hips and pulls him down. A moan from Phoenix feels like it reverberates up Miles' core.
“Phoenix, are you sure that’s alright? I don’t-” He’s cut off by a gasp. Phoenix doesn’t give him time to reconsider. And it’s good. Gravity aiding the pressure on his cock. Stubble prickling with a delicious sting.
Miles runs a hand through Phoenix's hair, gripping it when he finds a spot that works.
"Yes, Phoenix. Oh, you're so good to me. So good for me."
So talented that mouth was. Whether spewing bluffs or circling Miles' dick, he'd found his purposes well.
Phoenix flattens his tongue to taste all of him. Licks from Miles’ hole to his dick in a continuous pattern. Sucks on him.
Miles’ legs tremble and Phoenix pulls him even closer. Buries his face between Miles' thighs like a dying man given salvation.
He hardens his tongue and motions for Miles to grind on it.
Miles does so, because who is Miles to deny him?
He rocks his hips back and forth over his tongue slowly, holding his balance on the headboard.
“Is this what you wanted? Why you wanted this?” Miles says through breaths.
Where Phoenix usually fills the silence with appreciative babble and murmurs, the room is filled with soft pants and muffled moans. Miles doesn’t think it’s ever been this quiet. The idea that that’s all because of him, because he’s occupying Phoenix’s mouth, sets him alight. He speeds up, body moving almost of its own accord.
"Of course you couldn't wait for me to get back so I could use you."
Phoenix’s hold tightens and Miles imagines bruises where Phoenix grips him. The thought makes him move even faster.
"I bet you dreamed of it often, didn't you? For me to make you mine." He pants. "Because this is my pretty little mouth. This," grinds harder, "is my tongue. This," he reaches back, palms Phoenix's pants. "is my cock."
Phoenix groans and his head rolls back slightly, an even better angle for Miles to rock against him. Miles pulls himself back up.
“Do you like that, Love? Do you like the claim I have on you like this?” He watches Phoenix’s eyes roll, a reverberating hum signals his assent.
"Oh, how I love you. My Darling." He runs a hand through Phoenix’s hair once more. "Marvelous. Perfect. Such a good tongue for me."
Phoenix’s tongue relentlessly swipes and plunges into his hole. Miles passes the tip of stimulation that wrests pleasure from him. His body writhes and gasps, his hips bucking.
“Phoenix.” He cries, as he unravels on the man’s tongue. Phoenix licks him through it, only moving away once Miles stops shaking.
He slows his motions to a stop and Miles sighs. Miles hovers a moment, hands pressed into the headboard.
He swings a leg over to kneel at Phoenix’s side.
Phoenix whines and tries to sit up with him, but Miles shushes him and pushes him back down by his chest. He watches as Phoenix lays there and licks his lips, mouth panting and pupils blown.
“As much as I enjoyed that.” Miles trails his hand from his chest down to the bulge in Phoenix’s slacks. He trails a finger over it lightly, teasingly. “Because you did oh so well. I missed your voice.”
"Fuck, Miles. Please. Please."
He looks over Phoenix’s face. “Do you want more?”
“Yes. God, yes, Miles. Anything you’ll give me.”
“I like the sound of that.” He shifts his attention back to his hand. "I want to make you finish in your pants." He says, like he's just decided it.
He feels Phoenix buck into his hand. “R-really?”
“Your fault for keeping them on.” He presses just a little firmer.
“I was impatient.”
“You always are,” Miles says with smothering fondness. “You were such a good boy, letting me come on your tongue.”
“Miles.” He rubs against Miles’ palm and whines. Miles lets him, giving him needed friction.
“I missed you so much. How I could stand to be away for so long, I’ll never know. Look at you.”
He watches Phoenix lose himself, watches him clench his fists in the sheets since they lost their grip on Miles’ thighs.
“Come for me, Phoenix.”
Phoenix gasps and moans, rutting in stuttered rhythm.
Miles sits back and admires his work for a moment, before the situation really comes back to him.
He’s home. He’s with Phoenix, in their bed, and he’s home. And he can’t bear to be out of those arms for a moment more.
He slips down to Phoenix’s chest and the man accepts him bonelessly, throwing limp limbs around him.
Miles lays there and breathes him in, settling himself in. There are a few moments where it’s just them, together.
Phoenix breaks the peaceful silence.
“I’ll have to get these cleaned now.”
Miles shifts. “Well if you kept the dry cleaning schedule I provided for you, your other suit should suffice.”
Phoenix’s eyes shoot open. “Heh… yeah… about that…”
Miles holds up a hand. “Just… don’t tell me just yet.”
Phoenix smiles in relief. Nods. “Okay.”
And Miles gets a few seconds to just relax.
“But let’s say hypothetically I didn’t follow it-”
“It’s never a dull moment with you, is it?” Miles yawns. “I suppose you’ll just have to suffer.”
A smile makes its way on his face at Phoenix’s indignant whine. He closes his eyes.
It’s good to be home.