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September 13, 2030
The glistening turquoise waters felt cool to Phoenix’s skin, lapping at his neck, claiming the salty droplets that slid down his neck as the mid-afternoon sun beat down on him.
Pieridae Beach had been an excellent choice on Miles’ part when they’d set off in the car from Papilionidae Town this morning. The weather was neither too hot nor too cold, with a lovely breeze that came and went. The beaches were also sandy and warm, so they could maybe take a nap or have a picnic later with their cheese pies and iced lemonade.
Best of all, it was just for them.
Now that meant several things. But to Phoenix right now, it meant no one other than Miles would bear witness to his horrendous swimming skills.
Despite living with the ocean at his doorstep for his whole life, Phoenix had never been much of a sea guy. Of course, he’d learnt to swim in PE classes in school, and he and Larry would spend quite a bit of time at the beach as teenagers (though to be fair, Phoenix mainly just tagged along while Larry either surfed or tried and failed to pick up girls). But yes, he’d always much preferred to remain a landlubber with his creature comforts.
He’d also always been under the impression that Miles was much the same way for the better part of this last decade, what with jetting around the world, staying in luxury hotels or penthouse apartments, with barely a moment to spare between speaking at that seminar in Germany or moderating this conference in Borginia.
That is, until some months before their wedding when he’d found Miles at the dining table with his laptop, searching for coastal getaways in Southern Europe. Soon they had found themselves on the official website for the Cohdopian Tourism Board, boasting pictures of pristine waters and vibrant green forests.
“What do you say we go there?” Miles had asked, tapping at the screen with the end of his pen.
Phoenix had raised his brows. “What, for our honeymoon?”
“Yes. We haven’t been to the beach in ages and based on our latest physicals, I’m sure we could use some vitamin D—”
“Miles, we live in Los Angeles .”
“And we spend all our time indoors,” Miles had countered, taking his glasses off to polish them. “Well?”
As far as Phoenix had been concerned, it looked nice. Just...that it was a bit of an unexpected suggestion.
“‘Unexpected’? That’s rich coming from you, Nick!” Maya had teased, prodding him with a breadstick on one of their lunch meetings.
She had been right, of course (because when had Maya ever been wrong?). It had also helped that Miles had then suggested that they would go during the off-season when the tourists had gone back home. They would rent a nice little house with whitewashed walls and red roof tiles up in the mountains and just take it easy for a bit…
Well, if Phoenix was anything, then he was a massive sucker for domesticity. He could just imagine them bickering in a supermarket, trying to decipher labels written in a language neither of them could understand. Or attempting to navigate a tricky road map as they made their way around the country. Or even just lounging on a patio sofa in the evenings with a bottle of wine between them watching the sunset...
He had agreed almost immediately.
Alas, they had to play the waiting game which… Well, calling it such would be wrong, for the wedding had been thoroughly wonderful (and murderless!) affair with its many unique and absurd guests. To say nothing of the shenanigans that ensued from hawks playing page boys, heated debates involving whip lashes and rabbits appearing out of nowhere, a missing cake, and a certain ‘smelly’ old friend spiking the punch...
All the usual stuff really!
Just...well, Phoenix had to admit he was feeling quite selfish in wanting Miles to himself for some time.
For a long time.
Of course, preparations still had to be made before they got anywhere near an airplane. Interim leaders like Athena and Gavin had to be appointed to hold down their forts and ensure they weren’t disrupted on their holiday. Pess also had to be dropped off at Kay and Sebastian’s place with a long list of rules and suchlike.
Finally (and without much incident too, thankfully!) they’d made it out alive. It had taken them several connecting flights and bouts of severe jet-lag before they had finally landed here in Cohdopia.
But...it was so so worth it.
For a tiny island nation situated right in the middle of the Ionian Sea, and marred by years of civil unrest and strife, it had so much to offer. From its beautiful nature trails in the east where you could find yourself surrounded by butterflies of all manner and size to its magnificent royal palaces in the west. To say nothing of the relaxed and friendly manner of the locals and the excellent food and drink they feasted on every night.
Still...
“Enjoying yourself, darling?” Miles commented as he swam past him.
Nothing would ever be quite as breathtaking as the amazing view Miles was offering him at the moment.
Scratch that; Miles was always a sight for sore eyes. But this trip really made Phoenix appreciate his well-kept physique all that much more. Those broad shoulders. Those freckles that covered his back and crept up his neck. Those strong legs that could trap him so easily—
Woah, easy there.
And, damn, it didn’t help that Miles had acquired a bit of a tan during their week here, further accentuating his toned form.
Phoenix tipped his head back in the water, wetting his hair.
Then he met Miles’ gaze and grinned. “Yeah. I mean, this is great. Thank you for arranging this.”
“Not at all. We’ve deserved this, haven’t we?” Miles said, a smile playing up his lips as he drew closer to Phoenix.
That was another thing Phoenix was absolutely loving about this trip; the chance to see Miles be so happy, so relaxed, so at ease. Work — especially for Miles, what with his ongoing attempts at judicial reform and his constant talks with Justine Courtney of the P.I.C — hadn’t been easy as of late.
“And…” Miles started, lazily paddling towards Phoenix. “It’s not often we’re left to our own devices.”
“Where are you going with—”
The rest of Phoenix’s question died on his lips, replaced with a hiss as he registered the nip to his earlobe and Miles’ deft fingers teasing at the waistband of his shorts.
Oh. Okay.
Miles’ hands slipped under, squeezing at Phoenix’s firm buttocks, eliciting a sharp inhale. Phoenix could just feel that damned smug smile against his skin as Miles kissed a trail down his neck and collarbone.
He tilted his head, allowing Miles better access. Oh , how he could just so easily lose himself in the moment. Forget he was in a bright blue expanse. Forget he had to tread water. Forget to keep his head afloat—
Miles withdrew, swimming backwards to place some distance between them.
“Sorry, I just need to take care of something beforehand,” he said, a mischievous glint in his grey eyes.
And here he was again, getting lost in Miles’ gaze. So much so that Phoenix barely registered the snap of elastic and the sight of bubbles rising to the surface.
Hold it…
There was a pair of maroon swim shorts floating on the water now. That meant…
Miles was naked.
Oh... fuck me.
And there was a hungry look in his eyes as he paddled towards Phoenix again.
A jolt of pleasure coursed up him as Miles’ hands settled on his hips, knee snaking between his legs. He felt warm lips against his hot skin, lazily tracing a line up his neck. Miles then pressed a kiss to the jawline, before nosing his way up to worry Phoenix’s earlobe between his teeth, sending another shiver through his body.
“Come now,” he whispered. “This is hardly our first time skinny dipping.”
That was true; warm Saturday evenings in their pool back home had provided them with plenty of experience that was sure to come in handy here...
But chlorinated pools were nothing compared to twinkling seas with their raw winds and tempestuous waves.
Phoenix pulled back a little. “Before I answer you though…”
Miles nodded understandingly, pecking Phoenix on the cheek. “Yes, I know what you’re going to say; I, too, don’t quite fancy the idea of drowning in the middle of nowhere and our naked bodies being found by the Cohdopian Coastguard.”
Glad we’re on the same page here then!
“Yeah, that…”
Phoenix scanned his surroundings, before pointing out a long line of jagged rocks along the coastline.
“Hmm...how about we go there?”
Miles furrowed his brow. “That looks rather dangerous. We could get some deep cuts if we...don’t manage ourselves correctly.”
“Nah, I’d say it looks more like a cove, right?”
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Wright…”
“That’s Mr Wright-Edgeworth to you; and yes, Miles, you know I’m right,” Phoenix teased.
Miles feigned exasperation as he retrieved his swim shorts. “Very well then. But you’re footing the medical bill if anything goes wrong.”
“Anything for you, my love,” Phoenix retorted, amusing himself with the small quirk of Miles’ lips.
They swam to the cove and nestled themselves in the shallow aquamarine waters. Miles scooted up close to the rockface, allowing Phoenix to crawl back into his space.
“Since you said you’d do anything for me...would you mind taking off your shorts?” Miles asked, a familiar courtroom smirk tugging at his lips.
Phoenix obeyed, draped both their swim shorts over a jagged rock, and then straddled Miles’ hips, his knees sinking into the soft sand.
Miles brought a hand to Phoenix’s cheek, bringing them closer together so that he could press their lips together. Chaste pecks quickly gave way to playful nips and deep open-mouthed kisses.
Their hands began to roam everywhere and it didn’t take long for Miles to settle on Phoenix’s submerged erection, tugging and teasing it as he bucked his hips up to introduce that additional friction.
Phoenix squirmed, panting hot and heavy against Miles’ ear. Somehow, being in the water really changed the nature of their activities. It prolonged these moments of theirs, taking them so close to the edge, only to bring them back again.
He whimpered as Miles worked on their cocks, creating a makeshift tunnel with his hands. Phoenix could barely think in this state. He managed to palm lazily at Miles’ chest, tweaking those perky pink nipples, earning him an arched back and a low, uncontrollable, and delicious moan.
The pace was really beginning to pick up now, with the salty sweat clinging to their bodies as they rolled their hips just so.
And God, Phoenix was so close. Just a little more and—
“No.”
Phoenix blinked. Miles’ hands were gone, and the mischievous glint had returned to his eyes.
“...What?”
“I said no. This is...This is far too easy.”
Phoenix frowned. “What do you mean?”
Miles laced his fingers around Phoenix’s wrists, bringing them closer together.
His lips brushed against Phoenix’s ear, and with his voice low in his throat, he said, “Let’s just say…I have a few things in mind when we get back.”
Yeah, and let’s just hope I can keep this up!
Phoenix swallowed. “So, um, we’re gonna head back now?”
“Yes,” Miles said, putting his shorts back on.
Phoenix was just about to do the same, only to be interrupted by Miles clearing his throat.
“Ah, and I almost forgot to mention... don’t put those back on.”
The ride back home was agonising for Phoenix.
Every dip in the road, every speed bump, every uneven, unpaved path that Miles drove on was designed to torture him. It certainly didn’t help that Miles snuck a couple of glances here and there as they stopped at traffic lights, positively smirking at Phoenix’s twitching cock stood up for all the world to see. At one point along a particularly bumpy stretch of road, Miles’ hand dared to snake up Phoenix’s thigh and give it a teasing squeeze that left him whimpering in his jiggling seat.
Eventually they ascended the hill-side to their house. Miles had barely put the car in park when he found Phoenix scrambling to undo his seatbelt.
“Ah, there’s no need to worry about the contents of the trunk; we’ll manage it all later,” Miles said, handing Phoenix the keys and beckoning to the door. “Get inside and start the shower, will you?”
They exchanged glances before Phoenix tore up the stairs to the bathroom. Trust Miles to provide him with a perfectly innocuous task, and then — well, for lack of a better term — ‘turn it around’ to suit him.
After he’d opened the shutters to allow some sunlight into the room, Phoenix stepped into the shower and turned it on. As he watched the panes fog up, he allowed himself a few perfunctory strokes, if only to keep his arousal at bay for a moment or two.
Miles soon padded in, still in his swim shorts and with a pink towel around his shoulders. Phoenix smiled easily at him before turning around and wiggling his ass teasingly.
That intake of breath was just too obvious to go unnoticed, for the next words to come out of Miles’ mouth were in the form of an order.
“Get on your knees.”
Phoenix could barely conceal his grin; there was no hiding the bulge forming between Miles’ legs.
He quickly adjusted the water temperature — for Miles wasn’t so comfortable with heat — before kneeling down on the tiled floor.
Once Miles saw that he was settled, he announced, “And you’re not permitted to touch yourself.”
Phoenix nodded, his fingers skirting along the hems of Miles’ shorts. He could certainly work with that. No problem.
And so it began, with Phoenix pressing kisses to Miles’ arousal as he deftly traced the shape of the shaft through the fabric.
“Nngh… !”
Well, there was his first sign already. God, it was so easy to push Miles’ buttons.
Phoenix made sure to keep his eyes trained on Miles as he continued to kiss and tease, low moans surfacing from the back of his throat. He absolutely revelled in watching Miles start to lose himself to the sights and sounds before him.
Here was a man who prided himself on being stoic and intimidating on the courtroom battlefield, and yet there were times where he could be like silly, sexy putty in Phoenix’s hands.
He palmed at the erection a bit more. One of his hands crept up to trace the ripples in Miles’ abdominal muscles before teasing at the waistband, and finally hooking his thumbs under it and yanking the shorts down.
Miles’ thick, dusky cock finally sprang free, and Phoenix wasted no time taking him in his mouth. He ran his tongue along the underside up to the foreskin, amusing himself with the groan that surfaced when he pulled away.
“Someone’s salty,” he quipped.
“I beg your pardon?”
“It’s something Trucy and Athena keep saying,” Phoenix said, pumping Miles’ cock, sliding the foreskin over the head again and again. “It means someone being bitter or upset about something or something.”
“Ah, I thought you were merely stating the obvious, what with just having been in the sea and all.”
Miles’ breath hitched in his throat as Phoenix rolled his thumb around the tip.
“But...do spare me the details on that note; I’m more than aware of Kay and Sebastian’s vocabulary eluding me as well.”
Phoenix chuckled, teasing at the foreskin once more. “Guess we’re really getting old now if we can’t follow the young’uns, huh?”
“Well, with the way you’re phrasing it, I’m not surprised!” Miles retorted, carding his hands through Phoenix’s slick locks before bunching them up in his fists. “And do be quiet, love. Your mouth. My cock.”
Those words sent a shiver up Phoenix’s spine. He absolutely loved it when Miles was like this. Demanding, commandeering and absolutely unapologetic about it.
And there was hardly any reason to refuse Miles, was there?
Phoenix relaxed his jaw before taking Miles deep in his mouth. As he bobbed his head up and down Miles’ length, his skittish fingers traced Miles’ inner thighs and balls. A pinch here, a tug there, and Miles was already shuddering, jutting his hips forward into Phoenix’s face.
Phoenix withdrew, letting his breath ghost over Miles’ balls before closing his mouth around them and sucking on them softly. A low guttural groan sounded out from Miles above.
“Mm, you taste so good, you know?” he said in between kisses up the shaft.
Miles raised his eyebrows. “You just said I was salty!”
Phoenix stalled for a moment, looking up at him. “But it’s good, yeah?”
Miles tutted. “You are impossible.”
Phoenix laughed gently in response. It was true; he was quite impossible. But then again...Miles had always loved a challenge, and Phoenix had certainly provided him with one!
Of course, things hadn’t always been easy for them, what with all the highs and lows they’d experienced both by themselves and together as a couple in the last few years. But all that said — the dark days of his disbarment; Trucy’s adoption; Miles’ soul-searching; and everything in between — Phoenix wouldn’t change any of it for the world.
And God, he loved Miles. Loved him with every fibre of his being. Had always loved him and would always love him till death do them part (and even beyond, with his spirit lingering on till he’d pass on to the other world, back to Mia and the others).
If he was a burning raging fire, never to be quelled, then Miles was air. His air. With the power to either fuel his flames or retreat and let them die out. It was Miles who took his breath away, and it was Miles who breathed a little life into him when he needed it the most.
There had always been Miles. Even when there hadn’t.
“I think that’s enough of that,” Miles said, stepping back so that his cock slipped out of Phoenix’s fingers.
Phoenix pouted. “Aw, I was just getting into it.”
“Well, you’ll have your — dare I say — fill later,” he commented. “For now though, I’d like you to stand facing the wall and bend a bit before me.”
Phoenix did as he was told, bracing himself against the tiled wall. He strained his ears, listening out for any indication of what Miles was going to do next. Padded footsteps and fumbling towels didn’t give much of an idea though, until—
“Shit,” he hissed out.
Until he felt Miles’ warm hands around his midsection and something cold come into contact with his aching arousal.
Phoenix looked down; it was a plain silver cock ring.
This is certainly new; something old, something new...
He turned his head, meeting Miles’ gaze.
“I thought you might benefit from some...extra help,” Miles offered by way of explanation, a smug smile tugging at his lips. “To be honest...I’m impressed you’ve managed to hold out this long.”
Well, two can play at this game.
Phoenix returned the smile. “Heh, what can I say? I learnt from the best.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Miles said, sliding the ring down Phoenix’s cock.
“What are you going to do?”
Miles moved to rest on his haunches, his hands now mindlessly kneading Phoenix’s firm buttocks. “Hm...Ever heard of ‘show, don’t tell’?”
“Ye— Oh, fuck !”
He felt Miles’ hot breath against his backside, and something wet tracing a line from his balls up to his perineum.
Oh, this is definitely new too.
Phoenix’s breath caught in his throat a moment. He zeroed in on the sensations of cool air against his skin. Of Miles’s warm mouth working him. Of those perfectly manicured fingers squeezing and tugging, prising his buttocks further apart.
“Holy fuck, Miles, you feel so good, you know—”
Miles focused in on that tight heat, massaging it with his tongue, swirling it around and tasting him. Phoenix’s body jerked with each and every new movement, causing him to plant his ass right into Miles’ face.
And Miles was only too happy to oblige, letting his tongue do the work of opening Phoenix up, of reducing him to a total mess.
It was working clearly, for Phoenix could hardly think, could hardly say anything. He could only cant his hips, and endure Miles’ teasing thrusts breaching him.
But he was barely managing to hold out, and fuck the cock ring, he badly wanted to cum.
Mustering up what little energy he had, he managed to string together a few words.
“Miles, please, I want—”
“Want what?” Miles interrupted, his hot breath blowing right up against his slick rim.
Phoenix let loose a whine. “I want you to — Oh God! — Just fuck me, Miles!”
Miles paused, and Phoenix swore he heard him smirk. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”
Phoenix’s ears pricked up.
“I don’t see why not.”
Phoenix exhaled. He turned around, facing Miles; his bangs were barely maintaining their shape what with all the sweat and damp.
“...Lube?”
“Of course,” Miles said, reaching for the bottle in the corner and uncapping it.
“...No condoms?”
“Ah, I thought we might forego them for a change, hm?” Miles said, squeezing out a dollop before setting it back down again.
Phoenix grinned. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Miles smiled. “And why not, love?”
Love.
That word could just get Phoenix to cum there and then.
They stayed silent for a couple of minutes as Miles prepared them both. Sometimes it was just nice to derive comfort and familiarity from these little rituals of theirs. It was...exciting, anticipating what was to come.
“...Ready?” Miles asked.
“As I’ll ever be.”
“Good.” Miles said, shifting his position a little to line up behind Phoenix. “Now, keep your eyes trained on the glass.”
“Why?”
A smirk crept up Miles’ lips. “I think you might enjoy the view.”
Just as Phoenix whipped his head around, Miles chose that moment to enter him.
Phoenix’s eyes widened as he focused on their reflection. Oh, what a sight that was for him. To see their damp, dishevelled forms. He was in utter and complete awe at the way his body shook and writhed each time Miles pressed against his prostate, increasing his pace as he tried frantically to find his release.
“Oh, Miles,” Phoenix moaned, breath fogging up the mirror, rolling his head back. “Oh fuck, Miles, don’t stop, don’t stop—”
“Believe me, I’ve no intention of stopping .” Miles answered, emphasising the point by pressing his hips up slightly.
Choked, dry sobs escaped Phoenix as he finally, finally felt Miles’ tight grip on his cock. Those damned skilled fingers rubbed at the head, and his thumb traced sloppy circles against the tip and slit, leaving Phoenix breathless and begging for release. Then his hand slid down and…
“Oh, fuck!”
The immense pressure that had been building up inside him finally gave way as Miles removed the cock ring, letting it unceremoniously fall with a clatter. Miles’ thrusts grew frantic, his fingernails now moving to dig deep into his hips, slamming harder and faster against that sweet spot.
All this, coupled with those exquisite debauched moans that finally left Miles’ mouth were enough to break Phoenix.
With one last strangled breath he closed his eyes and slumped forward, his grip slackening. He barely registered Miles’ hold tightening, moving together with him, and teeth biting down on his shoulder as he came all over the glass.
Miles’ release followed shortly after. He felt warmth pooling deep inside him, and though his ass felt so tight and sore, he still managed to clamp down on that beautiful cock, milking every last drop.
They stayed like this for a few moments, with Miles buried in him as their breathing returned to normal and their higher functions returned.
Phoenix let out a small gasp as Miles pulled out and the cum began to dribble out of him. Their limbs spurred back into life with Miles’ arms snaking around Phoenix’s chest. Phoenix let out a pleasing groan when Miles began to pepper his neck in kisses and smiled easily; that was when he knew they were finished.
He turned around, matching Miles for a better kiss. Those hands roamed freely all over his body once more, giving his buttocks another pinch.
Phoenix pulled away from the kiss, laughing gently. “You just can’t resist my ass, can you?”
An amused snort sounded out from Miles, barely betraying the smile tracing up his lips. “Clearly not.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that.”
Miles chuckled, taking Phoenix’s hands and pressing light kisses to the fingers.
He stopped short at Phoenix’s ring finger, watching the white gold glint in the sunlight. “Whatever would I do without you?”
That gaze absolutely melted Phoenix. He couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Miles’ neck and kiss him softly and tenderly.
“God, I love you,” Miles whispered. “So very very much,”
Phoenix smiled against his lips, and Miles pulled away to peer at him.
“What are you grinning like a madman for?”
“You.”
Miles’ thin eyebrows rose. “Me?”
“Yeah, you. You don’t know how beautiful you are.
He glanced up and down Phoenix’s body, barely biting back a smirk. “Well, considering you’ve just spent the last — God knows how long — screaming my name and all, I’d very much hope it wasn’t all an act!”
They burst into laughter, butterflies erupting in Phoenix’s stomach. Years on top of years of pining, of trepidation and hesitation, and finally of love blooming between them and being together, and still...Still, Miles never ceased to excite, to electrify, and to enthral him.
“I take it then you, ah, enjoyed yourself?”
“Very much so. Especially those new things.”
“Well, I’m very glad to hear that because...I’ve some suggestions to run by you.”
“Oh?”
“But before we get into that, how about we clean up and get some dinner? I, for one, am ravenous.”
Phoenix’s hand automatically went down to his stomach, gurgling and rumbling. He grinned sheepishly. “Looks like I could do with some food myself.”
And with that, they settled into their usual post-sex routine of showering and discussing food options, basking in the simplicity of it all.
It was always good to enjoy these little moments, to enshrine them just as much as the bigger ones. So that when they were older, and trying to solve crossword puzzles or make daft little sketches, they could recall them, with the laugh lines easily creasing on their faces.
Here in Cohdopia, well, they were making memories everyday.
And it was wonderful.