Phoenix had faced the so-called "demon of prosecutors", a deranged man who had not lost a trial in forty years, and an eighteen-year-old girl who began winning cases at the age of thirteen and carries a whip to court as if it was nothing—how was that even legal?—But nothing compared to the disdain that distilled from the mysterious and famous Godot's pores. The legendary Godot. Nobody knows where the hell he came from, or how he became a prosecutor; He simply appeared in court one day with his glowing visage over his eyes and a cup of bitter coffee in his right hand, ready to ruin Phoenix's life. Honestly, Phoenix still didn't understand the hatred and resentment that man felt towards him; Why did he treat him as if he had murdered someone? As if all the misfortunes in his life were Phoenix's fault? It was a mystery; an enigma that he had to solved...
Although, really, that didn't matter much when he was pinned against Godot's desk with the prosecutor's tongue down his throat.
It was an unusual situation, and from its unusualness came its rushiness. Honestly, if he had to testify in a trial about this (something like an alibi, hypothetically), he would be accused of committing perjury for the simple fact that it would be full of so many plot holes that he could be put in jail just for that. There was no way Phoenix could explain, in a thoughtful and reasonable way, what led him from entering Godot's office to confront his resentment to clinging to the man's back because the vehemence with which he kissed him was so much that It made his legs weak and his mind go numb in a dense cloud of arousal and intoxication.
The man buried his fingers in his waist and pressed their bodies even closer, causing Phoenix to break the kiss for a moment due to the wave of emotions in which he felt drowned while a surprised and shaky gasp coming from his throat came out of his lips shamefully. God, he had no idea how bad he wanted that. It was like a dish that he had never had the luxury of trying (and that didn't attract his attention at all) but the moment he got to try it he couldn't eat anything else again; What could be compared to that intoxicating taste of bitter coffee? To that rustic yet gentle texture of his hands on Phoenix's waist? That lovely smell of men's cologne mixed with coffee seeds? Nothing could.
Godot was the one who broke the kiss finally, smiling at the work of art he had made, and Phoenix could already imagine what he looked like. His brown eyes shining with lust, his lips swollen, his hair as undone as the collar of his shirt and his face red as a ripe peach. Godot didn't take his eyes off him for a single moment. He took a few steps away from Phoenix, leaving him clinging to the desk with a shrug of his shoulders; His lungs swelling and deflating in his chest faster than the usual and his gasps becoming heavier and heavier, while the man in front of him looked as good as new. If it weren't for his swollen lips and his momentary gasps, no one would believe that he was responsible for Phoenix's state at that moment, which irritated the lawyer; Why didn't he seem affected in the slightest? Doesn't he have a nervous system? Or a respiratory one?
Behind him was an armchair that he sat down on, his gaze never leaving Phoenix. He put a hand to his chin, that same sly smile still painted on his lips, and began to stroke his beard with torturous slowness. Phoenix trembled with anticipation of what would happen next.
There was something; a small gesture, a small action. Godot lightly tapped his thigh twice with his fingertips. And Phoenix didn't even have time to think about his dignity before he dropped to his knees.
It was embarrassing, really. He had created a reputation, he had built a name. When people heard "Phoenix Wright" they thought of the intelligent, yet clumsy, lawyer who had an almost perfect record and did not hesitate to object. No one assumed that he was a pathetic man with which you only needed a small gesture to have him kneeling between your legs, looking down at you with his pleading brown eyes, clouded with desire. With trembling fingers he unzipped the prosecutor's pants, and eagerly pulled down his underwear, revealing his growing erection, which he soon began licking and kissing from base to tip. Godot let out a sly laugh under his breath, burying his hand in the opponent's black hair.
"I bet you love it, don't you, baby?" He teased while caressing Phoenix's hair from his forehead to the center of his head, seeing those huge brown eyes that looked up at him pleadingly from below. "Don't you love feeling me in your mouth, mh? Feeling how I get hard on your tongue? Don't you just love it, mi amor?"
Phoenix whined excitedly at that nickname as he felt a heat prick his solar plexus. Mi amor. Said with that sweet velvety voice, in that hoarse tone... How could he not succumb to such an addictive voice? To such an addictive touch?
He opened his lips wide and engulfed the entire shaft in his cavity, feeling the weight of it on the floor of his mouth. With one hand he began to pump everything that he couldn't cover while he sufficiently used to his cock. Godot threw his head back and let out a hoarse moan above him that went straight to his crotch in a spike of arousal. The prosecutor tilted his head so that he was looking down on him. Even though he couldn't see the man's eyes, Phoenix could feel his withering hunger penetrating him lasciviously.
"Look at that a sigh." The man sighed, his hand still combing those blackish strands. "If you look at me with those eyes in court I'd even let you win, Light."
Phoenix was too horny to be bothered by that arrogant comment, or the intentional mistake of his name. He kept bobbing his head up and down, wetting Godot's dick all over and getting more accustomed to his size as he relaxed his throat. When he left a chocking sound, he stopped dead and took it out of his mouth.
Phoenix's breathing was labored; his eyes were shining with tears and excitement; A thread of saliva hung from his swollen lips, linking him to the prosecutor's shaft. He began to lick and rub his lips along the length of his cock before reintroducing it into his mouth.
"It's okay, baby, you can take it." Godot motivated without removing his hand from Phoenix's hair.
And of course he could! Who did Godot think he was?
Without warning, he engulfed the man's shaft in his mouth again, enveloping the head with his lips. And from there he went down and down until he had covered more than half of it with his very mouth, relaxing his throat little by little to give space to the thick cock in his cavity. After a while, Godot's length was resting completely on his throat, his mouth pressed against the other's pelvis so that Phoenix's nose was brushing against his pubic hair. He looked up at him with eyes shining with small tears and desire.
The prosecutor let out a loud, hoarse moan as he felt himself enveloped by such a narrow, wet cavity.
"Ah... Look at that..." Godot stammered with a mocking tone in his voice. "Look how good you look on your knees with my entire cock down your throat. It would even be a shame to take it out, don't you think, love?"
Phoenix could barely moan with the man's cock still in his mouth before the prosecutor pulled him by his to get the whole thing out of him, giving him a better chance to breathe and cough a little after feeling his throat released. When he had calmed down he kissed Godot's length again from top to bottom. Licking the wet surface with precum and saliva along with the rustic texture of the base of his balls.
"But, if I didn't take it out, I wouldn't be able to fuck you nice and good. And surely you are already anticipating it, aren't you? Tell me well what you want. Do you want to feel me inside you, corazón?"
All those sweet nicknames made Phoenix's stomach tickle cheerfully. He nodded quickly. He couldn't wait to feel Godot's thick fingers wedged into his hips as he thrust hard into him.
"Uh-uh." The prosecutor exclaimed as he shook his head. "Use your words, Light. Tell me clearly, what do you want?"
Despite his weak legs, Wright got up from the ground, in the same way Godot got up from the couch. Phoenix retreated towards the desk, pursued by the prosecutor, until he had his back against it again. The man caressed his waist with both hands and repeated the question:
"What do you want, Phoenix?" He whispered against his ear, and Phoenix gasped as he heard his name come out of that intoxicating mouth. "What do you want me to do with you?"
"I-I want..." he stammered in the most vulgar croak and pressed his lips together.
Godot moved to his neck. The ghostly touch of his lips wandering along the protuberant line of his sterno muscle and down to his collarbones. Phoenix anticipated a kiss that hadn't come yet. The wait was making him desperate.
"Mmmh?" The prosecutor's voice was calm. In fact, he was pretty calm overall for someone with a hard cock. And that made Phoenix even more desperate. "What do you want?"
"I want y-you..." He started again. "To take me and... U-Undress me, ah..."
The lawyer moaned as he felt the other man's fingers play with the edge of his pants. Sometimes, he would stick the tips of his fingers in a little, so that he could just touch the beginning of his pubic hair, but no more than that. Sometimes he made a gesture as if he were to undo the belt, which made it even more exasperating.
Either way, Phoenix couldn't be wetter. The make out session earlier and the fellatio after it had affected him more than he would like to admit.
"And...?"
"And..." Wright licked his lips. "P-put... God... P-put me against the desk and..."
The prosecutor began to take off his pants with painful slowness; slowly undoing the grip on his belt and lowering his zipper with the same rhythm. Everything that was left of lucidity seemed to want to leave Phoenix's mind sooner rather than later.
"Finish talking, Light, otherwise I won't know what you want."
"Damn it, Godot, you know very well what I want!"
The prosecutor let out a malicious laugh. Having discarded his boxers, he grabbed Wright's thighs, lifted him up and pushed him so that he was lying on top of the desk. The action was so fast that Wright didn't have time to process it all until he felt the hard surface hit his back. That would possibly make his back pain worse, but God, as if he cared. Then, Godot positioned him between his legs and began to rub his dick against his wet lips.
"What a shame, Light, I truly wanted to hear you." He lamented mockingly.
Then, he took his finger to Phoenix's crotch, shamelessly rubbing it until it was completely wet. Wright moaned with anticipation. He really couldn't wait to feel him inside.
"I guess I'll have to get the truth out of you another way."
In the midst of his dullness, Phoenix was able to formulate a sober thought when he heard the other's words; What did he mean by "another way"?
"W-What are you trying to... Ah!"
He felt a finger enter him. But not into his cunt, no; Godot had begun to open his anal cavity. Putting it in and taking it out carefully and feeling around the ring with his other finger to insert it after the first. Phoenix moaned from pain to pleasure. It wasn't what he expected but, God, anything to have that man inside him.
Having fully prepared him, Godot took him by the hips and lined himself up in front of his hole. Phoenix almost let out a squeal of relief.
"This is what you'll get until you put on your man pants and vocalize what you really want."
Phoenix nodded weakly, not wanting to wait even a little longer. Damn it, Godot, just put it in. I don't care where you do.
The hoarse moan that left the prosecutor's lips as he felt the way Phoenix enveloped his cock inside was enough to make him let out an inelegant whimper. God, he felt so good. He felt so full, and so dull, and so hot, and so stimulated, and the office smelled of coffee, and cologne, and Godot, and sex, and he was going crazy. The man began to thrust into him slowly, trying to get him used to the sudden intrusion, not taking into account that Phoenix couldn't be more ready for anything else in his life.
Okay, it did hurt. Of course it hurt. But Godot had prepared him well, and he was so wet that he didn't care, damnit. His inseds felt so good, God, why had he been missing out on that for many years? The stimulation of anal sex, so close and so far. And now he knew what he was missing, and he didn't want to miss it again for the world.
At one point, Godot decided to speed up the pace of his thrusts, and Phoenix couldn't be more grateful to him for that. He grabbed him hard by the hips, so hard that he knew it would leave some bruises afterwards, and he eagerly anticipated the image of his thighs and hips marked by Godot's fingers, who began to thrust into him so hard that the desk beneath him sagged and squirmed and Phoenix thought, for a fleeting moment, that he would break it, but he just as easily decided that he doesn't give a fuck. Each thrust was a puncture coming from his crotch and distributed throughout his entire body like an electric shock. From his mouth came the protection of a mashed brain; Releasing loud moans and ragged gasps as if he couldn't be heard by anyone beyond the walls of that office. Godot was not far behind; he could hear heavy sighs, desperate gasps and hoarse moans coming from the depths of his throat, and Phoenix was going crazy.
Crazy and drunk. Crazy and drugged. He was so full of ecstasy that he never wanted it to end. In a shock of adrenaline, Godot suddenly gave him a resounding spank, and the sting of that blow drew a surprised moan out of him and sent another spike of electric pleasure right to his pussy.
Ah, his pussy. His untouched pussy, his neglected cunt. The breeze that brushed against his wet lips made it squirm for attention. In a desperate glimpse, he brought a hand to the flower between his legs, brushing his fingers against his swollen clitoris, giving it the attention it so craved.
But that didn't last long. Godot imprisoned his wrist and paralyzed both of his hands on either side of his face. The way he was leaning caused their faces to be inches apart. Phoenix couldn't be more bewildered as well as desperate.
"Nuh, uh. Don't think you can do whatever you want now." Godot stammered with a broken voice. "I told you, I won't give you anything until you vocalize what it is you really want."
And that's when Phoenix realized what Godot meant. What the prosecutor wanted was for the lawyer to express, in an inelegant and humiliating manner, how much he wanted to feel his thick cock throb inside his pussy. Of course he wanted Phoenix to say that, the fucking bastard. Only he could think of such a vulgar way to humiliate him.
And Phoenix couldn't be more turned on, because of course he was.
A frustrated moan came out of the lawyer's lips.
“Please…” he whimpered.
"Yeah? Ask well, use your words." Godot insisted while he slowed down the pace of his thrusts, which made the situation even more desperate.
"Please... Fuck me."
"I'm trying to, corazón. Just tell me where and I will give you everything you ask for."
"Mm... In my... God, Godot..."
Phoenix licked his lips. It couldn't be that difficult.
"In my pussy, Godot. Please... I want to feel you buried deep inside my cunt."
The desperate tone of his supplication was not something he was proud of, and he prayed to Saints he didn't even believe in that Godot didn't noticed it, or at least wouldn't tell anyone ever. But he had been attentive to his plea. And he was so that he soon pulled it out of his ass and slammed into his desperate, eager, and very, very wet pussy.
The sudden action made him falter so hard that he had to hold on to the prosecutor's back to keep from falling off the other side of the desk, but it wasn't bad at all. The opposite, actually; it was paradise. Godot soon buried his hands in his hips again and began to fuck him even more vehemently than before on his desk and Phoenix felt like he was going to explode in his arms.
Godot seemed to have anticipated this for quite some time too, because he didn't take his face away from his, and he didn't stop leaning over his body until he kissed him hungrily and strongly. Phoenix didn't release the grip that wrapped around the other man's beefy body; In any case, he settled him shamelessly and received his warm, wet mouth eagerly. Their tongues dancing the dance of sin and their bodies so close together that they were confused with each other.
The sounds didn't stop even with both lips intertwined. They exchanged hoarse moans, heaving sighs, desperate gasps and anxious whimpers from mouth to mouth while the movement of their bodies became hungrier, more urgent, more thirsty. Godot began to masturbate him with his middle finger; undelicately squeezing his clit, and Phoenix was at his limit.
In that disorderly swing, in vulgar symphony, Phoenix came on a prosecutor's desk, in a prosecutor's office, wrapped in the arms of a prosecutor and it couldn't be more amazing. More exciting, more rousing. He felt the electricity of his orgasm destroy what was left of his lucidity and he collapsed onto the desk. His breathing seeking stability. His eyes closed and his muscles relaxed against the cold mahogany.
Godot followed him, pulling out of his pussy and coming over his belly, moaning raggedly and letting out unsteady gasps. Just like Wright, he needed to find stability, so he took a few steps away from the other's body and let himself breathe for a while.
Phoenix had already completely forgotten the reason why he went to Godot's office that afternoon. He even forgot everything he had learned about Godot until now. The only thing he knew was that he didn't care if the prosecutor hated him, or loved him, or just loved feeling control over him; he had to, at all costs, relive that orgasm. And God forbid Phoenix Wright gets an idea into his head, because he wouldn't let it go until he made it a reality.
Date: April 1st, 2024
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