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They were both shocked at the sudden outburst that tumbled out of Phoenix's lips. At first, the attorney himself didn't even give it a second thought- hadn't even noticed his own mistake, until Miles paused in fucking him and he turned his head to look up at the chief prosecutor, only to see him with an unreadable expression.
And that's when he realized his mistake.
Phoenix went redder than Miles' overcoat, mouth opening and closing as he fished for an explanation; his voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't seem to be able to get the words he wanted out quick enough, leaving him looking like a gasping fish. With a soft exhale he dropped his head on the pillows, burying his face into them as tears pricked his eyes, arms wrapping around the pillow, softly murmuring.
"... I'm sorry. We can stop if you want, and I understand if you want to…"
A gentle, soft hand rested on his back, the feeling of his palm lying on his back speaking of years of the best care Miles could afford to give his body, massaging his back soothingly and making him only sink into the mattress more, clutching the pillows tighter as his breath hitched.
He wished this damn bed would eat him whole. He was an embarrassment. A disgusting, sensitive embarrassment. He didn't even know why Miles dealt with him, and now he was sure to leave all because Phoenix couldn't keep his big, fat mouth shut, outing himself on one of the most disgusting secrets he had. One that he tried to push down with force, make sure it never saw the light of day, one that he tried to shame out of him, which obviously hadn't worked.
Phoenix Wright had a daddy kink.
And Miles had fucked it straight out of him, and now he would want to dump him and take custody of their daughter, and--!
"Wright-" came that angelic, soothing voice above him, before clearing its throat and correcting itself, "Phoenix… Phoenix, dear, look at me. Don't… don't cry," he tried to soothe, and again, he hadn't even noticed he began to softly sob until it was pointed out. "Phoenix… love." Miles pulled out and turned him around, prying the pillow from his face only to get a soft whine in return. "Don't look at me!" he cried out, and his husband sighed.
Phoenix always did have a penchant for the dramatic.
"Phoenix," he repeated his name in that sing-song voice, "dearheart, I need you to look at me. We can't talk about this if you're not. If you're worried about me leaving right here, right now, don't you think I already would have? I'm not going anywhere, I promise you. Now please let me see those beautiful eyes, love," Miles murmured quietly, cupping his cheek and stroking soothing circles into it before prying the soft pillow out of his grasp and setting it aside, turning his head right back over to see Phoenix's flushed cheeks, teary eyes and runny nose, chuckling softly to himself before bending down and ever so gently kissing his forehead.
"That's my little bird," Miles smiled down at him, knowing how much he loved to be called bird-related nicknames, scooting down a little so that he was lying down now and the two were eye-to-eye.
"Hi," he simply greeted, kissing Phoenix on the nose and grasping his hand, intertwining their fingers, and at least it got a little smile out of him and a squeeze of his hand, and then a sniffle and a softer reply of "hey." Gods, he could just sit here and kiss him all day, kiss every last freckle and his brows, all the scars that this man had, but…
They needed to address this whole… thing.
"You know that I love you, don't you?" the prosecutor lifted Phoenix's hand to his lips, and gently pressed them against it in a soft kiss, making him shiver and giggle quietly, but nod. "Mmhm… I do, but…" he trailed off, only for Miles to push on. "But what?" he urged, his thumb rubbing soothing circles atop his hand. "Mmngh… but… but how could you love me? After… after that? I mean-- who the fuck gets turned on by calling you--"
He could feel Phoenix cringe against him and just hushed him, rubbing his back as he slipped it around him.
"Calling me… daddy?" Miles finished for him, and Phoenix groaned pitifully against his neck, making him laugh. He was so cute. "Oh… darling, it's a common kink, we both know that. You're not alone," he reassured, "but that's not really what you're worried about, is it? You're worried… that maybe I think you're disgusting, is that it?" It wasn't exactly hard to guess, not with the way Phoenix was trying-- or at least tried to push himself away, his 'guess' confirmed when he nodded against his neck and pressed himself ever closer to him.
Miles crooned.
"Dear, oh, my sweet darling, I could never," he cooed as he pulled him into his arms, up against his body, kissing the top of his head and stroking through his surprisingly soft hair with his fingers, "you're not disgusting… you know, I actually find it kind of cute," Miles breathed against his ear, eager to see how he would react if indulged. "Having such a cute baby boy call me daddy, well… I'm not sure if I could last long if I heard him chant my name to the high heavens while I pounded into him. I wouldn't ever want to leave him."
Phoenix's breath picked up against his neck.
Perfect.
"You like that, don't you, baby boy? Mm? You love the sound of that, don't you?" Miles' hand drifted down to his dick, slowly, teasingly pumping it with a chuckle, laughing sweetly at the mewl that followed. "You want daddy to fuck you into the mattress, don't you? You want daddy to make you scream? Is that it? You dirty slut," he continued, and tugged Phoenix back a little to see his pupils blown wide with lust, and fuck, that was such a sexy look on him. "Hmm… don't you wanna be a good boy for daddy?"
Phoenix gulped before answering breathlessly, "yes, daddy…"
"Then bend over on the edge of the bed like a good boy and present your cute little ass for me. You know what to do."
That made him keen, and Miles felt a pleasant chill run down his spine.
Who knew he was into this 'daddy' thing, too?
Phoenix knew what was going to happen as he rushed to get off of the bed; immediately, he scampered to the foot of it and laid his top half on top of said bed, pushing his hips forward, inviting Miles over with a seductive sway. "Mmh… please fuck me, daddy. I need your cock…"
"You want it?" Miles groaned as he watched a few inches away, licking his hand as he stroked his dick, hissing when Phoenix answered with a long whine of "yes."
Miles smacked one of his cheeks, hard. Hard enough to leave a mark, and make Phoenix yelp but moan back into the covers, bucking his hips. Miles hummed at the observation. "You like it when daddy does that too, huh? Spanks you whenever you're being bad?" he massages his broad hands across those pale globes before delivering another smack, resulting in the same thing as before. "Answer me. Or do you want you to turn you over my knee and ruin you?"
"Yes!" Phoenix desperately cried out, panting already, his face flushed beautifully as he ground against the bed desperately.
"Yes, you want me to turn you over my knee? Or yes, you like it when I spank you?" Miles questioned, as he teasingly slid his hardened, weeping cock between his cheeks, gliding over his hole and making Phoenix sob in desperation. "Please, daddy! Don't… don't make me say it, please," he begged, but Miles simply shook his head and smacked his ass again, this time with one on each cheek, purring at the cherry red color it turned. "Do you like it when I spank you, or do you want me to turn you over my knee?"
"You're so mean," tears rolled down Phoenix's cheeks, "yes, okay! Yes, I like it when you spank me, daddy!"
Another smack.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir!"
"There, that wasn't so hard, now was it, darling?" Miles grinned down at Phoenix, who was quite obviously a mess. "Oh, but I don't know if you deserve to be fucked or spanked… maybe daddy should leave you crying right here on this bed, put a cock ring on you so you can't even think about coming from grinding on the covers, you dirty little whore," Miles mused aloud as he teased the head of his cock over Phoenix's hole, just barely kissing the pucker, "wouldn't want you to make a mess of these expensive covers and sheets I spent so much money on, and you've been so bratty about telling daddy what you want…"
Phoenix's fist came down rather quickly on the bed as he pounded against it and looked back at Miles with tear filled eyes, furrowed brows and a red, heated face, "Please, I'll do anything, daddy, just fuck me! Fuck me until I'm babbling, fuck me until I can't speak anymore! I'll be a good boy, I swear! I'll do anything, just fuck me! Please! Please, daddy!"
A groan ripped out of Miles' throat.
"Fuck, you beg so good, baby boy. I think you've earned the right to be fucked on daddy's cock," his head caught against the rim before he pulled away, making Phoenix sob again and push his ass up in the air, "spread your cheeks for me."
Phoenix did as he was told, and oh, finally that sweet sensation of Miles driving himself home came to him, and the attorney gasped, rocking his hips against Miles' and keening, squeezing at random around him, urging him to hurry the fuck up already, and --
Miles pulled back, then slammed into him with a tight moan.
"Fuck, baby boy, you're so fucking tight around me," Miles draped himself over Phoenix, arms caging him in as he nuzzled the back of his neck and licked a stripe on the side up to his ear, "you don't know how wonderful you feel. You drive daddy crazy, you know that angel? Hm? With this divine hole of yours," he praised, thrusting inside of him without stopping, Phoenix's pleasured sobbing like music to his ears.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy!" he wailed, pushing back up against him in earnest. He felt so good , being Miles' good boy, being daddy's good boy. There was a certain intimacy to trust his husband with this kink, and to be indulged like this…
He couldn't think Miles enough. Phoenix was so lucky.
Now he really was crying, both from the love he could feel from Miles, and just-- how much he lit him on fire so he could soar through the air, true to his namesake.
"I l-love you, daddy," Phoenix sniveled, sniffling yet again as he smiled wobbly up at Miles, "daddy, I love you- h-haa aah! Miles! I love you so much!"
"As- hah! - as do I, my love," he panted as an answer, trying hard not to screw his eyes shut.
He wanted to kiss Phoenix really bad right now.
Miles stopped fucking him for a minute as he pulled out once more, leaving Phoenix to whine again from the loss. "Turn around," Miles ordered, and Phoenix was quick to obey, "I want to see your beautiful face while I fuck you, baby boy. I want to see the exact expression you give when I spear you on this fat cock. Spread your legs for me."
Again, Phoenix obeyed, making grabby hands up at Miles who was quick to push right back in and start off where they left it, hard and fast. Miles' hands gripped his thighs tightly as he fucked the man underneath him, only pushing them back the longer they went, leaning down to kiss him.
"'M gonna cum," Miles gritted out, "gonna cum, gonna cum all over that soft, pretty stomach of yours, gonna cum on your face and make it all pretty, drench it in my seed," he growled, making Phoenix gasp, the both of them panting from the effort Miles gave forth, his hand coming down between them to stroke the man firm and fast, nearly flying over his cock. Phoenix reached up once more and buried his fingers in Miles' hair, crashing their lips together in a ferocious kiss; it didn't take long for him to find his release, almost shrieking when it finally hit him, arching his back, his vision going white and his tongue lolling out as he jerked and spasmed, hands clutching the sheets beneath them.
He could only faintly hear Miles following suit shortly after, and then felt a hot, wet warmth on his face. It seemed like he had followed through on his promise about cumming on his face.
It took a moment for Phoenix to come to, but when he did, his face was already wiped clean from the jizz adorning it earlier; he shifted his head to see Miles by his side, taking care of cleaning his own dick and getting up to go throw it in the wash. Phoenix relaxed into the covers and sheets and pillows with a sigh, nuzzling into one of them with a soft hum as he felt that familiar fuzzy and warm feeling in his chest.
His husband appeared back in the bedroom about 5 minutes later; he heard the telltale sound of his footfalls from the doorway, and he turned his body, making grabby hands up at him wordlessly, a warm feeling bursting inside him at the chuckle he gave. He held a bottle of water in one hand and a small snack in the other, but Phoenix didn't care about that. He just wanted to be held.
"Mmm… mmh… dada," he murmured, pouting up at him, his grabby hands becoming more urgent. He wanted up! Why wasn't Miles picking him up?
"Be patient, dear," he smiled, unscrewing the cap of the water and wriggling a hand underneath his head, lifting and bringing the bottle to his lips. "Can you drink for me?" he asked in that soft, soft tone of voice; Phoenix nodded and took a few sips, gulping down the water gratefully and then eating the snack that Miles gave him without a complaint.
He was so tired, and he wanted to snuggle up with dada.
"Dada," he repeated with a whine this time as he gave Miles puppy dog eyes whenever he threw the now drained water bottle away along with the snack wrapper; the prosecutor couldn't find it in him to even roll his eyes, Phoenix was just so adorable. "I know," he softly muttered as he lifted him up into his arms; Phoenix made himself comfortable as he snuggled up to him and his eyes fluttered closed, Miles rubbing his back as he got the two of them underneath the covers, tucking the two of them in…
"Nn… dada?" Phoenix questioned, his eyes half opened as he looked up at Miles who gave him his undivided attention. "What is it, baby?" he asked, and it took the little one a moment to answer, but that he did. "Uhmmm," Phoenix lifted the blanket up to his mouth, chewing on it, "I wan… I wan stuffie… can I has stuffie? Pease?" he questioned, "wan Stawbewy."
"Strawberry?" Miles repeated, knowing full well he meant Phoenix's red-and-green colored plush dragon he had won for him from a renaissance faire they'd taken Trucy too; he'd never forget that day, it was so fun. Phoenix nodded excitedly and bounced just a little, and Miles ruffled his hair. "Okay, I'll go get miss Strawberry for you."
He lifted himself up from the bed one final time, walking to the toy chest in their room and opening the latches with relative ease; there she was, right on the top, and he grabbed her carefully, locking it back up and making his way back into bed, snuggling back under the sheets and handing her off to Phoenix, who squealed in delight and grabbed her immediately, kissing the top of her head. "I missed yous!" he giggled as Miles got himself comfortable again, and a big yawn interrupted him, making him rub his eyes.
"Tired?" Miles supplied with a gentle smile, stroking his cheek, and Phoenix nodded. "Tiwed… I go nini," he babbled softly, "I go nini now. Nini time. Nini Stawbewy," he told the dragon, kissing her again, and then looking up at Miles. "Nini, dada. Kiss? Nini kiss?"
Miles nodded and pecked his lips, making Phoenix giggle and kick his legs a little.
"Alright, it's bedtime, my dear," he stated, tugging the cord on the lamp to turn the light off, sliding a hand underneath Phoenix, the other draping over him and holding him close, propping his chin on his head. "It's time for little ones like you to sleep. You'll have plenty of time to play tomorrow."
"Pwomise?"
"Promise," Miles gave him butterfly kisses, and watched as Phoenix's eyes fluttered closed again, kissing his forehead and letting his own slide shut.
"Goodnight, my dear angel."