Hello, id like to request some headcannons for the ship of miles edgeworth and dick gumshoe from ace attorney. ive been having not the best day, so if you could keep them fluffy id appreciate it a lot, thank you
- mod Korekiyo (but i will gladly take in input from other mods
miles edgeworth x dick gumshoe
Court is pretty stressful, so what better way to unwind than in your lovable boyfriend’s arms
Temperature equilibrium (Gumshoe’s hands are warm, and Edgeworth’s are cold)
Gumshoe cooks when they aren’t too busy
- mod rantaro'll add some too!
gumshoe does the dumbest stuff to get edgeworth to laugh
half the time its purely accidental, but he's pretty much the only one that can get his stoic bf to crack a smile
gumshoe got into steel samurai and stuff for edgeworth!!
edgeworth is like constantly stressed so binge watching his favourite show with his bf is greatly comforting
gumshoe is often the one to remind edgeworth to please for the love of god stop working and get some sleep.
edgeworth personally prefers tea but he'll make coffee for gumshoe before they both head on with their days!!
A/N: I will heavily warn that I have never written Edgeworth before and while I've started playing the 3DS Trilogy games recently, I'm not confident in my characterization of Edgeworth.
This is based off of a prompt on the Phoenix Wright kink meme asking for for desperate Edgeworth wanting it bad, and Gumshoe who prefers to go about sex slowly.
Pairing: Gumshoe/Edgeworth
Warning: Smut, yaoi, dirty talk, language
Disclaimer: I don't own Ace Attorney
To say that Miles was on edge was like saying that he was passionate about the law. And perhaps, it would be more accurate to say that he was frustrated. He's been frustrated for the past month, in fact. Ever since the revival and solving of the UR-1 case, all that his days have been filled with were paperwork and interviews. And by the time that he was able to go home, he was too tired to relieve his frustration.
It was an never-ending cycle of frustration, and Miles was getting tired of it.
Sighing roughly, the Chief Prosecutor brought a hand to his face. Biting his bottom lip, he squirmed in his seat, causing his arousal to brush tantalizingly against the seam of his pants. The urge to bring a hand down and relieve some of the pressure was growing, but Miles had some semblance of respect for his work space.
That didn't mean that he wasn't thinking about it though.
Before his thoughts could get too explicit though, his buzzer went off, causing him to straighten up in an instant. Clearing his throat, Miles brushed his hair back before answering the buzz. “Mr. Edgeworth, Detective Gumshoe is here to see you.”
A grimace came to Edgeworth's face, not really wanting to see the detective at the moment. However, his arousal had a different opinion on the matter, as he felt his shaft twitch in anticipation. Any other time, he would tell the assistant to send Gumshoe on his way so that he could calm himself down until he was presentable. But for some reason, the month long frustration seemed to have finally started to take affect on his mental processes, because before he realized it, he was giving his assistant the go ahead.
“Send him inside,” he replied.
Letting his head slump down until his forehead was pressing against his desk, he sighed again and shut his eyes for a moment. However, it seemed as though the universe had something against him, as not even ten seconds later, he heard a familiar knock on his door before the door opened.
“Heya, Mr. Edgeworth! Hope you don't mind me stopping by on my way back to work,” Gumshoe said happily, shutting the door behind him.
Lifting his head up, Miles leveled an unamused glance at Gumshoe, who gave a nervous chuckle before moving to sit down in the seat across from him. “Still irritated from all the work, huh?”
“What do you think, Gumshoe?” Miles asked matter-of-factly.
Humming in agreement, Gumshoe reached out to grab one of Miles' hand, his thumb brushing the back of the Chief Prosecutor's hand. A faint smile came to Edgeworth's face before he leaned back. However, the sudden movement cause his arousal to shift in his pants. A harsh breath left his mouth and he shivered a bit before collecting himself.
Apparently, he didn't collect himself quick enough though.
“Mr. Edgeworth, are you alright? You seem a bit...tense,” Gumshoe pointed out, strange gleam in his eyes.
Practically glaring at Gumshoe, Edgeworth clenched his hands tightly into fists. “I'm fine. I'm just stressed from work.”
The detective let out a sound of sadness. “You have been working really hard this past month, haven't you?”
Miles just nodded his head, staring at Gumshoe as the detective stood up, slowly circling around the desk. Against his better judgment, Miles turned his chair to so that he was facing the detective. He was fully aware of the fact that his arousal was on full display for the detective, but he couldn't really find it in himself to care about prosperity at the moment.
Glancing down momentarily, a faint look of surprise came over Gumshoe's face before lust entered his eyes. The detective then glanced back up at Miles' face, causing the prosecutor to shiver again, this time in anticipation.
It had been a long while since they've been in this sort of position and quite frankly, Miles wanted nothing more than for Gumshoe to walk up to him, tear off his cravat, bend him right over his desk, and utterly take him apart. The thought was so tantalizing that Miles grabbed Gumshoe's tie and pulled the man down into a rough kiss.
Eyes widening in shock, Gumshoe nearly stumbled. Thankfully, he gathered his wits quickly enough and responded readily to the kiss, his hands moving to grab onto Miles' hair. Groaning, the prosecutor broke the kiss before moving down to the detective's neck, quickly taking Gumshoe's tie off so that he could latch onto his neck.
“M-Mr. Edgeworth-” Gumshoe grunted out, a moan passing through his lips.
Parting from Gumshoe's neck for a moment, Miles raised an eyebrow at the formal title. “You know full well that you can call me Miles at times like this, Gumshoe,” Edgeworth pointed out ask he took off his cravat, placing it on his desk before returning to what he was doing previously.
Laughing breathlessly, Gumshoe tilted his neck back to let Edgeworth continue with sucking his neck. “Well then, don't you think you should be calling me Dick?” he asked teasingly.
“Stop being snarky and fuck me, you imbecile,” Miles stated simply, causing Gumshoe to sputter in shock.
“W-What?!” Gumshoe croaked out, backing up a bit.
Groaning in irritation, Edgeworth released his hold on the detective. “I would rather not have to repeat myself twice, Dick.”
“You want me to...here?!” Gumshoe asked incredulously.
“Well, I had been entertaining the thought a moment ago, but now that moment has passed,” Edgeworth stated, more than a little embarrassed (and put out). “I must apologize for my...rash behavior, Gumshoe. I was not thinking clearly and let my desires get in the way.”
Noticing how Edgeworth was starting to clam up like he usually did whenever he did something that made him vulnerable, Gumshoe shook his head quickly. “N-No, there's no need to apologize! I was just...you usually don't talk like this. Or act this way.”
A grimace came to Miles' face, which caused Gumshoe to wince as he realized that his statement had made Edgeworth even more embarrassed now. Reaching out for his lover, the detective gave him a comforting, if not slightly awkward, hug.
“T-There's no reason to be embarrassed, Mr. Edgeworth. I mean, we all have desires. You should hear what some of the other officers have been getting up to lately. I swear, it made me blush a little!” Gumshoe said, laughing and patting the prosecutor on the back.
“If this is your way of trying to make me feel comfortable with my uncontrollable desires, you are not doing quite a good job at it, Gumshoe,” Miles pointed out, shying away from his touch.
Humming thoughtfully, Gumshoe draped himself along the prosecutor's back, his hands slowly rubbing up and down Edgeworth's arms. He felt the tremble that went through the man's body and gave a small smile before he rested his chin on his lover's shoulder.
“Well then, how can I make you feel more comfortable?” Gumshoe asked as his fingers slowly made their way to the front of Edgeworth's suit, unbuttoning each button as slowly as possible. “Would you like for me to give every part of your body the attention it deserves?” His head turned towards Edgeworth's ear, letting a tiny breath caress the prosecutor's ear.
Shivering, Miles gripped the arm rests tightly to the point where his knuckles turned white. “Gumshoe-”
The detective cut the Chief Prosecutor off, shushing him as he removed Miles' outer jacket. “Perhaps you would rather me be on my knees in front of you, giving attention to your prick until you're putty in your seat, barely able to hold back your whimpers and moans?”
Legs clenching, Edgeworth unconsciously spread his legs, his head dipping down. Seeing the influence he was having on the other man, Gumshoe smiled as he continued to undress Miles. His vest and dress shirt came off with little difficulty, revealing his toned torso. Gumshoe took a moment to revel in the sight, his fingers pressing and prodding at the slight muscle definition. While the prosecutor wasn't ripped or buff in any way, it was obvious that the man took care in his appearance and worked out accordingly.
Pressing a kiss to his lover's neck, Gumshoe let a fingernail lightly scrap against Miles' nipple, causing the man's back to arch in pleasure.
“Dick-!” Miles grunted out.
“Shhh...let me take care of you,” Gumshoe said softly as he let his hands drag down Edgeworth's torso.
Grazing over his ribs and bellybutton, the detective followed the light happy trail all the way down to the prosecutor's pants. He grinned as he saw Miles' arousal pressed heavily against the seam of his pants, begging to be released and touched. Unable to stop himself, Gumshoe let his hand lightly press against the bulge. He licked his lips as he felt the cock twitch.
“You're so hot, Miles. You don't even know...,” Gumshoe breathed out in awe before he unbuttoned the other man's pants.
“P-Please...,” Miles begged. The longer that Gumshoe teased him, the more that he wanted the detective to do what he truly wanted.
Miles had been frustrated for a long time, desiring one thing as the days grew into weeks. And as much as Gumshoe pleased him in bed (the man was very thorough and very focused when it came to sex), there was a small itch that needed to be scratched. He hadn't even been quite sure what it was he had wanted at first, not until he finally allowed himself to confide in Wright, which was still a bad idea that he would never partake in again. At least, when it came to his sex life.
He wanted to be fucked. Hard. Ruthlessly. Until he wasn't able to have a single comprehensive thought.
The thought was so dirty and filthy. It made his skin crawl with how deprived his desires were getting. But he couldn't quite help it. Gumshoe, despite his stature and build, was a very gentle lover. It shouldn't have been quite as surprising as it was, since the man was a romantic to the point of coming out one of those romance films that Wright's daughter watched. But it still surprised him that the man didn't even seem interested in taking him by his hair, pressing him hard against any horizontal surface and fucking the life out of him.
And the longer that Edgeworth wished for that to happen, the more deprived and hungry he got for it until it was almost always on his mind.
“....okay?” Gumshoe's voice floated into his mind, breaking Edgeworth out of his thoughts.
“I'm sorry?” Miles' asked, turning his full attention to his lover.
“I asked if you were okay. You seemed to be dozing off there,” Gumshoe pointed out, his hands resting on top of Edgeworth's.
Blinking a few times, Miles nodded his head. “Y-Yes. I was just...caught in my own thoughts for a while.”
Gumshoe hummed and his hands moved up Edgeworth's arms. “Well then, I'm not doing my job good enough if you have the time to think about other stuff then.”
Without any warning, Gumshoe moved his hands underneath Miles' arms, urging the man to stand up. Legs quivering a bit, the prosecutor did as he was guided, quickly finding himself bent over his desk. He felt as the detective dragged his pants and underwear down, baring his ass to the other man. And based on the groan that came from behind him, Gumshoe seemed to like what he saw. Edgeworth glanced over his shoulder, clenching his hands as sneaky hands groped his ass, prying the cheeks apart to reveal his entrance.
“You're winking down here, Miles,” Gumshoe said in amusement, pressing the pad of his finger against the clenching flesh.
Groaning in embarrassment, Miles let his head rest on the hardwood of his desk. “Don't say stupid things like that, Gumshoe. It's not attractive in the least.”
Laughing, Gumshoe continued to tease the sensitive entrance, circling around before he slowly let the tip dip inside. A cry came from the prosecutor's mouth and he clenched around the fingertip before reaching back.
“Lube...second drawer...,” he grunted out, hips bucking up towards the finger in the meantime.
Heeding the prosecutor's words, Gumshoe backed off a bit to open the desk drawer, spotting a small tube of lube wedged towards the back. Smirking at the implications, the detective took it out, along with a condom that had been sitting next to it. Popping open the top, Gumshoe coated his fingers liberally before he set back to preparing Edgeworth.
At the first touch of Gumshoe's lube-covered fingers, Miles flinched. Gumshoe pressed his clean hand on the prosecutor's back, rubbing the flesh comfortingly before he slowly inserted a finger inside. Miles' mouth fell open and his eyes shut as the sensations of being penetrated after weeks of feeling nothing but his own hand was almost overwhelming. He could barely stop his hips was moving, slowly growing impatient with the slow pace that Gumshoe seemed insistent on keeping up.
“C-Come on, Gumshoe. Hurry up...!” Miles tried to urge, unable to keep himself still.
“Why the rush? We have all the time in the world. After all, you don't have any appointments today, right?” Gumshoe pointed out.
Unable to say what he really wanted without sounding desperate, Miles just let his head fall back down. Why did Gumshoe have to be so gentle with him? He wasn't made of glass, dammit! Sure, he's dealt with quite a few things in his past, some that almost broke him mentally, but he was fine now. So why wouldn't the detective just fuck him already?
“You sure are worked up more than usual, Miles,” Gumshoe pointed out, although he didn't increase his pace at all. If anything, it was as though he went slower.
Before Miles could snap at Gumshoe to get off his ass and actually fuck him, another finger was added,. The fingers crooked up, pressing right up against his prostate. Jumping at the sudden feeling, Miles clenched around the fingers. This seemed to draw a response from Gumshoe, who cursed softly before quickly adding a third finger. The stretch caused Edgeworth to wince before he relaxed under the detective's ministrations.
The preparation (teasing, in Edgeworth's eyes) took several more painstaking minutes before Gumshoe seemed content. The detective stood up, tearing open the condom and slipping it on before using the rest of the lube in the tube to spread along his shaft. He stared at Edgeworth's entrance for a moment before he pressed the head of his cock against the pucker. Licking his lips, he slowly pressed himself inside, letting out a breath at the feeling of being inside of his lover.
“Fuuuuck,” Gumshoe groaned out, Miles echoing his sentiment.
Hands unconsciously moving down to grasp Edgeworth's hips, Gumshoe took in a deep breath before he started to move his hips back and forth. However, the pace left much to be desired for Edgeworth. The prosecutor whined as Gumshoe moved at a slow pace, on par to their love-making sessions back before the UR-1 case had taken over their life and free time.
The itch inside of him begged for more and Edgeworth tried to buck back to meet Gumshoe's thrusts, if nothing else than to be fucked harder. But Gumshoe's grip on his hips was tight, keeping him in place while Gumshoe continued his slow pace. Breathing heavily, Edgeworth tried moving one of his hands back to grab at Gumshoe's arms, trying to signal the man to move faster.
But Gumshoe was either too idiotic to get what he was trying to tell him, or he knew exactly what it was he was doing and was going slow just to mess with Edgeworth, because now, the man was stopping the pace every time that he was buried deep inside, grinding his hips. Edgeworth could feel himself starting to come apart.
One last idea popped into Miles' head, one that he knew would take Gumshoe apart, if only for a few seconds. Taking a deep breath, Miles shut his eyes before clenching himself around the detective's thick cock, the sensation leaving him breathless. Behind him, he heard a choked grunt coming from Gumshoe and hands clenching tightly around his hips.
“Edgeworth...,” Gumshoe gritted out.
Instead of his resolve breaking down like Miles had silently hoped would happen, Gumshoe just continued on moving slowly. However, his gentle rocking brushed tantalizingly against his prostate, drawing whines from the Chief Prosecutor.
It felt as though hours had passed until Edgeworth felt the familiar stirrings of orgasm spreading through his body. Shivering in anticipation, Miles rode the feeling of being fucked slow and steady, moans passing his lips freely. He felt Gumshoe drape himself across his back, broad chest covering him completely.
A hand moved up past his chest to grab his chin, guiding his face to the side so that they could kiss. Gasping, Edgeworth tensed up as his orgasm washed over him slowly, waves assaulting his senses in pleasurable doses. A few seconds later, he felt Gumshoe twitch above him before the man's thrusts slowed to a stop.
The two men breathed deeply, catching their breath quietly. Edgeworth felt Gumshoe detaching himself from his back before grabbing some tissues, cleaning both of them off. The prosecutor took a few more moments to gather himself together before slowly lifting himself off of his desk.
“Fuck...,” Miles cursed softly, feeling his body aching in protest. “I am getting too old for this.”
Gumshoe chuckled in agreement, looking over his shoulder at the prosecutor. “Well, you were the one who wanted to do it here in your office,” he pointed out.
Glaring at Gumshoe, Miles wiped off the sweat from his body before he started to put his clothes back on. “...Don't make me lower your pay, detective. Just because we're lovers doesn't mean I'm above giving you a pay cut.”
Continuing to smile, the detective walked over to Edgeworth, pressing a kiss to the presecutor's cheek, much to the Chief Prosecutor's chagrin (and delight).
