【Chengyu】Turnabout: Bloodline

The alarm clock they had set was turned off by Wright half an hour before it went off.He needs a good shower, one that doesn't get interrupted by anyone, that doesn't come with a sudden knock on the door and asks what's for dinner this morning—a leisurely, peaceful, completely indifferent shower, just to kick off a new one. day.Edgeworth is living securely in his home and appears to be recovering well; apart from his current client, Dr. Benjamin Ward, the only thing he has to worry about is whether the prosecution will continue to settle those nasty things in court. Sexual captivity was going on and on, and he wouldn't want to know if it had any resemblance to Yane's sex life with his wife.

[Oh, my God. 】

When Wright gently tugged and rolled up the quilt so Edgeworth could relax on his back on the soft mattress, the Attorney General was still in a deep sleep without knowing it.He looked down at the man below, the red skin around the bandages reminding him that they needed to be changed.The man's lips, which had always been tightly pressed, seemed to have relaxed a lot due to sleep, and his neck, which was not covered by a scarf, was exposed to the air conspicuously.A few sparse freckles scattered across that stretch of bare skin were the only proof that this part of his body did get some sunlight occasionally.There was also a mole peeping out from under the general's pajamas, just above the protruding collarbone.

He wanted to reach out and stroke the rest of the fencing hair, to rest his head next to those silver strands, to leave a bright mark on the ceramic skin dotted with lovely spots.He wanted to grab his ass and fuck him hard until Edgeworth couldn't control the force in his hand and let the red, swollen scratches creep up his back.He wants it, God knows how much he wants it.

He jerked the sheets on either side of Mitsurugi's head, and using his forearms for support, he leaned over in front of the bed.He felt his elbows tremble uncontrollably, he was so eager to touch every inch of this man's body, longing to drill his fingers into the gap between his psoas muscle and the sheet, and then down, until the grip Live in those beautifully curved buttocks that are always hidden in expensive suits.

[Turn him over and take a bite on it. 】

The Chief Inspector turned over, and when the back of his head was pressed against the pillow, a small sigh escaped from between his half-open lips, inadvertently provoking something.The sound he produces that is only close to joy is right on Wright's heart.Somewhere in the panties suddenly constricted, and there he felt a pulse of pain.

Cheng Butang pressed the tip of his tongue against his upper jaw, swallowing a mouthful of dry air with difficulty.There he was; Wright's thoughts darkened.He even began to seriously consider putting all worries about Edgeworth's body behind him, using the half hour before the alarm clock to make a mess of him on the bed, and just wrap his hands carefully around his head.

[This is rape. 】

Just a second before he really stretched out his criminal hand to the Chief Prosecutor, the shining voice of reason still made him flinch.He should get out of bed and keep some distance from the man trapped between his arms without waking him.So he carefully loosened the sheet in his hands, stood up slowly, and shifted his focus to his waist again.He tried to forget the fact that he had just stepped over his friend before crawling out of bed with an iron will.

The apartment was quiet, except for the sound of three long breathing coming from Meiguan's room.Maya and Harumi ended up going there last night.It seems that the good news is that at least they didn't drag Mei through the night for a long talk, he comforted himself in his heart.In fact, however, his mind was on something else entirely.

He walked silently across the hall to the bathroom at the end.The bedroom actually had an attached bathroom, but he didn't choose it.This is for the sword, he told himself.If Edgeworth suddenly woke up to use the bathroom, he wouldn't have to go so far.His legs could only take a few steps, but it was enough for that distance.

After brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth, he steps into the shower and takes the onslaught of cold water before gradually increasing the temperature to soothe his tense muscles.His thoughts eventually returned to Edgeworth.He was lying on the bed right now, lying in the middle, those feather-soft hair spread out and hugging his face.

He was beautiful, Wright had always thought so.What started as an artistic, aesthetic, utterly platonic appreciation, then suddenly turned into "I want to see the way you twitch from orgasm."It's almost like going back to adolescence, and Wright complained silently to himself under the hazy mist.He finally gave up on convincing himself that he was here just for a leisurely, peaceful, utterly uncontested shower, and reached out to grab his surprisingly hard cock.

Edgeworth felt a chill rushing through the air the second Wright walked away from above his body.The head hurts, but the body hurts even more, as if trying to remember the suffocating warmth in this way.He opened one eye just in time to watch Wright tiptoe out of the room.Maybe his usual sane will would have warned that the amount of time he'd let Wright on him had given the guy too much hope; but another vulgar, urgent voice told him he should wrap his legs around Wright waist, let him press himself on the bed, and put a strong hand over his mouth.

He could have slapped Wright awake, reminded him of polite distance, and at the same time slapped him to death for not admitting it left him with some kind of bad fantasy, like wanting to bury his face in Wright's pillow Ri rubbed his cock with his hands until he climaxed.However, does it really make sense for him to consider these "could have been" now?In fact, Wright had already been woken up when he reached for his phone on the bedside table.During the 5 minutes Wright crouched on top of him, watching him doze off, he remained wide awake, knowing his breathing quickened, God knows what he was thinking.

[Maybe he's debating whether to change the gauze while I'm asleep, so I don't have to complain all the time--this does seem like the kind of dead end that Wright would get into.but……】

The moment he was about to push Wright away, when Wright exhaled and rested his head on his pillow, a sharp pain erupted in his brain.Because Wright was so close—so close, Edgeworth could hear him swallowing clearly, until he pulled away abruptly.It probably wasn't a good idea to test Wright in this way, but now it looks like it does confirm some of his inexpressible suspicions.

Wright has feelings for him.Edgeworth didn't know whether he should be grateful or offended.The debate in his head went on as usual as he moved his body in the middle of the bed, pretending not to feel the head of his cock brushing against the fabric inside his panties.

What if Wright did take the bait?Yu Jian closed his eyes and thought - the morning light through the curtains was already very bright, which made him a little unaccustomed, so he turned his head towards the door.Knowing what he knew about Wright, he'd probably wake him up first, explain how he felt in great detail, and see how he reacted before touching him.Of course it would be sweet, but Edgeworth didn't want to admit it himself.

Lang Shilong, an Interpol investigator, was one of his lovers before he was promoted in the ranks.Not long after settling the case of the real and fake president, he went straight to office 1202, skipped the flirting part, and replaced it with some downright vulgar statements and signed closing documents by the way.

Edgeworth had to admit that he enjoyed having the wolf chase him for an hour before they agreed on a time and place to help the wolf "solve the issue of his attractiveness to the pretty prosecutor".But Yu Jian didn't need to say these words, the wolf would naturally think that he wanted it, and it was probably written somewhere in the wolf's scroll.

【Wolf son said: The wolf with the keenest sense of smell can get the best companion. 】

There was nothing wrong with what he said.

But this, this is different.This is Wright Ryuichi, someone who probably hasn't had any close relationships since Chinami—or Caime.He's not Wolf Shilong, a seasoned lover with skills far beyond what Yujian can handle, good at using those fangs to do some crooked things.

Wright, well...he's Wright.About this man, about all his hopeless clumsiness and insignificant experience... Edgeworth was attracted not only by the sexual aspect, but also by the imaginary relationship with this man.Sexual attraction is there of course, and since puberty, he's created a very handsome Wright his own age to satisfy his fantasies.But when that day did come, he suddenly wanted more.

However, acknowledging it is another matter entirely.This is a seed of secret love planted since he was ten years old, and it has been buried deeply in his heart for more than 20 years in his life.And now, it's suddenly awakened by Wright's intimacy so warm and discreet, so close and tender.

He wanted Wright to pull his embarrassing General's pajamas up to his chest, sticking out his tongue like a kitten and licking his torso and nipples until he couldn't help but gasp at Wright. Beg for more.He wanted to spread his legs and measure Wright's waist against his, and he wanted to feel Wright's arms wrap around him and his face buried in his stomach again.He wanted to remember how it felt the first time they did it the second time, and then the third, and the fourth, and the fifth, until he couldn't count any more.He wanted to let go of the shame and look at Wright's face until that warmth blossomed in his chest, like a teenager obsessed with love.He wants it, God knows how much he wants it.

A slightly sour pain surrounded him.And Edgeworth didn't even know how to deal with this strange feeling.For so many years, he has almost no desires.Never in his thirty-five years had he desired so much.But now those longings are there, like a forensic doctor dissecting a dead body, revealing unmistakably aching, open, festering wounds.

With a click, he heard the bathroom door close at the end of the corridor.He closed his eyes as footsteps approached the bedroom door.

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