Extension July 2023 Drabble #2 (Patreon)

Gumshoe/Edgeworth – Gumshoe helping his favorite prosecutor to unwind!

Part 1 (Patreon Link)

Part 2 (This Part)

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Edgeworth looks a bit nervous, his eyes not quite meeting Dick’s while he undresses but that’s okay. He always looks like that. As if Dick is going to reject him or go and blab to others about what they’re doing.

It hurts a little bit but he understands it. He knows that Prosecutor Edgeworth has a lot of baggage. He instead focuses on the fact that he even approached Gumshoe like this in the first place. It means that he trusts him a lot – Dick just knows it.

“Where do you want me, Sir?” he asks and only realizes that he’s grinning really big right now when Edgeworth throws him a weird look in the midst of unbuttoning his shirt.

After a moment of hesitation, he steps away from his desk and nods at the large, ornate chair behind it. “There. Sit there,” he directs him, voice gone a bit more subdued, but when Dick makes a step forward, he hastily adds: “There is a towel in the bottom right drawer of my desk. Lay it out on the seat first – I don’t want your behind sweating into the leather.”

Gumshoe finds himself nodding obediently along. He gets naked on the double, throwing his stuff down haphazardly on the ornate couch in the Prosecutor’s office. He catches the disapproving stare of Edgeworth but since he doesn’t tell him to put his stuff somewhere else, he leaves it be. Unselfconsciously he makes his way over to the office chair and, after putting the towel down, carefully sits down.

By the time he has situated himself – he’s pretty much in awe because he feels like he wouldn’t be able to afford a luxurious piece of furniture like that even with a whole year’s worth of salary – he looks up in time to see the Prosecutor standing there. He’s not naked, but he is as naked as he is probably going to get. He is still wearing his his open shirt for some modicum of modesty, holding one of the edges in front of his crotch to shield his cock from view.

Always so shy…

“You’re looking very handsome today, Sir,” Gumshoe says earnestly. He’s heard a lot of people over the years say how pretty Edgeworth is; clients and colleagues alike. Despite the always present tightness in his face, there is simply something captivating about the man’s beauty. Completely unblemished with fine muscles all throughout his physique… not like Gumshoe, who is big and burly and has quite a few scars from various scraps and the occasional shot wound over the years in his service.

Edgeworth grins at the compliment but it looks self-deprecating instead of pleased.

“I would prefer it if you kept your mouth shut from now on, Detective. I do not need you to speak. In fact, I do not need you for anything but your…” he pauses himself, too shy to say the word – or maybe too well-bread to speak it aloud. The brief flick of his gaze down to Gumshoe’s dick; big and sturdy like the rest of him, says it all.

Dick smiles crookedly at him and waves him closer. “Sure thing, Sir. I’ll not say a word, I promise.”

Edgeworth looks annoyed – which he usually does – but shuffles closer. He only lets go of the corner of his shirt once he has positioned himself between Gumshoe and his desk.

Dick gently lifts the shirt out of the way, grasping the Prosecutor’s cheeks and spreading them lightly. There’s wetness glistening between them. His heart skips a beat. He almost makes a comment about it but bites his tongue just before he can do so. The thought of the the prim and proper Prosecutor Edgeworth sitting in his office with his sweet little hole wet and prepared for cock is making it hard for him to think straight.

He positions his thumbs so he can pull on the skin each side of that pink little muscle and Edgeworth gasps. He reaches back with a trembling hand, fingers closing around Dick’s wrist. It seems for a second that he’s going to lecture him again but instead he actually starts to lower himself. He seems to be enjoying himself, as he finds the wherewithal to still lecture Gumshoe throughout: “Stop with whatever it is you’re doing. I do not have all day, Detective; some of us need to work instead of goof off. Pay attention now, if you please.”

But he is paying attention. He does not think he could not pay attention to that sweet little peach descending toward his cock. He bites his tongue, focusing on guiding the Prosecutor until his dick can finally nose up to that warm little space. The muscles are so soft against his glans… so ready to spread open and swallow him.

Which they do. They’re wet with slick and eager to suckle Dick right in. He watches it all happen because otherwise he wouldn’t quite believe it.

Edgeworth’s back in front of him is straight as a stick. He feels so tight, all but trembling like one of those funny slender horses that seem to always have some kind of electric current running through them.

“You’re doing really well, Mister Edgeworth, Sir,” he murmurs, one big hand sliding beneath the shirt to rub soothingly along his spine… but that obviously is the wrong thing to do because Edgeworth’s head snaps around and he shoots him a baleful look.

“I thought I had told you quite precise instructions, Detective. I really should be looking into your salary again, if ‘keeping your mouth shut’ is a difficult concept to grasp for you.”

The scathing remark has somewhat lost its fire since it is delivered with quite a breathy voice. Edgeworth’s cheeks have gone pretty red as well, though Gumshoe wouldn’t be able to say whether that is from the fact that he’s embarrassed or because of the cock he’s slowly sliding into himself.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Dick whines. “It’s just… you’re gripping me so tightly- it feels so good.”

He shimmies his hips up from the chair to push deeper into Edgeworth who sounds like he’s choking on his own tongue. His whole body shivers. He’s always so sensitive…

Gumshoe thinks that it must be some form of touch starvation but Hell if he’s going to bring it up. He likes his head on his shoulders – and his salary where it is. It’s so little already anyway…

Sitting in the Prosecutor’s expensive chair and having him sit on his dick is already making him feel like a million bucks. Like he could be Police Chief one day if he only got his act together and stopped pissing off the wrong people…

He bites his tongue so he wouldn’t keep crooning sweet nonsense at Edgeworth as he grasps his hips and helps him to sit down the rest of the way.

There are tremors running through Edgeworth’s body. Dick wishes he could see his face; but he suspects the current position has been chosen for the exact purpose that he may not look at it and see just how soft and unguarded Edgeworth becomes when he’s got a nice fat cock up his ass.

As if Gumshoe hadn’t already noticed. As if he wasn’t paying embarrassingly close attention to the Prosecutor whenever they were in the same vicinity.

Because they’re friends, you see. He fancies Prosecutor Edgeworth to be his best friend, in fact, and best friends fuck each other to relieve some of the stress building up from their very important jobs.

You see.

It makes sense. No objections or finger wagging to be had here. Just plain old facts laid out by your good pal Detective Gumshoe.

His hands are still on Edgeworth’s hips. He’s pretty sure he’s going to get told off again for it later – for taking matters quite literally into his own hands – but that’s alright. If only he can move things along because he hasn’t pumped out a good load in weeks now and he needs to just… he needs to just do stuff right now, okay? Okay.

That stuff involves bouncing the handsome Prosecutor on his cock as much as possible while sitting in a chair unable to properly put any force behind his thrusts.

Edgeworth sounds like he’s choking on his own tongue again. His back curves finally as he crumples forward somewhat; bracing himself on his own desk as he tries to wrap his brilliant head around the concept of Gumshoe’s big dick fucking into his slippery hole over and over… and over again.

Everything becomes so easy when Prosecutor Edgeworth is too busy to get fucked to tell Dick off about whatever shoots into that head of his.

His hole makes all kinds of nice noises around his cock; squelching and wet and not at all sophisticated like the man usually is. It’s just a wet hole around a fat erection; that’s all there is to it at the end of the day.

And since Gumshoe is stronger than Edgeworth, he can just about do with him what he wants right now. Like bouncing him on his dick until Edgeworth’s breath hitches a moment before he cries out in blissful release.

Didn’t take him long. In fact, he came even faster than Gumshoe who had been on a hair trigger to begin with. That’s what touch starvation does to you, Gumshoe thinks. He’s no expert on it. But he would testify to it in court.

And probably get taken apart by Wright and Edgeworth for it.

That’s half the fun of it all, though.