A short piece I wrote for the Phoenix Wright Kink Meme. It's basically just a pile of cavity-inducing fluff and sappiness.

The prompt was: I want you to make Edgeworth cry, anon.
It's his first time with Phoenix and it just hits him how absolutely, completely he's in love with him and he starts sobbing those kind of tears. You don't even have to show the actual sex. It could be after. I just want some lovey-doveyness to happen. (Bonus points for hobo!Phoenix!)

Miles Edgeworth was crying. This was wrong. This was completely off. And one Phoenix Wright had no idea why the prosecutor was so upset.

"M-Miles, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Phoenix stammered, his eyes scanning his partner for any sign of injury.

"N-No." Miles choked out and sobbed again.

"Th-Then what?" Phoenix bit his lip, utterly confused. I can't help you if I have no idea what's wrong!

"Y-you." was the next word Edgeworth managed to spit out, and it stopped Phoenix's heart cold. Oh god...he hates me now. Maybe I should have waited longer …Oh god...what if he's hated me from the start?

Phoenix brushed the tears from his partner's cheeks in a daze, and realizing what his hands had done, quickly pulled away as if he had been shocked. I'm such an idiot. He probably wants nothing to do with me.

"You'reperfect." Edgeworth got out between sobs. Wait...what? Did he just say what I think he… "Iloveyousomuch."

"What did you say Miles?" Phoenix asked, blue eyes growing wide.

In answer, the prosecutor let his hand run along the light stubble under his chin, the light circles under his eyes, and the rumpled and messy spikes. "You're beautiful." Edgeworth breathed and then started crying all over again.

"I-I don't understand." Phoenix admitted, running his hand through his unruly hair. I must look like a wreck right now…but…he thinks I'm beautiful? And he told me he loves me. He's…he's never done that before.

"Phoenix." The defense attorney almost squeaked at the rare use of his first name. Instead, he managed what he hoped was a "Yes?"

"You and your idiocy are starting to rub off on me. I-I feel so…complete. Everything is so…good."

"Uh…I think that's the afterglow." Phoenix muttered and earned himself a sharp slap. "Ouch!"

"No! It has nothing to do with that. It's just you. You've…completed me."

"Oh Miles…" Phoenix half groaned, falling against the silver-haired prosecutor's chest. "That's how love's supposed to be."

"My love of my father never made me feel this way." Edgeworth argued, half pouting. "Why don't you understand?"

"Because I'm used to it." Phoenix replied and gave a sheepish smile and a blush. "You've been completing my life ever since I met you."