"When we get out of here-" he ducked out of the shirt carefully, then went back to work, undoing a button at a time as he continued in a low, grinning voice. Miles wanted to hear this, and he wanted to say it. There was nothing in the world that was simpler.
"When that day comes, we are going to be safe. We are going to have a door that locks. We are going to have a bed that was actually meant for two people." He spoke in short, certain sentences, as if he were outlining an argument, or explaining a situation that had already happened long ago. "And on a regular basis, I am going to lock that door, and I am going to get you on that bed, and the world will not be ending, but Miles Edgeworth, I'm going to fuck you like it is." He arched under the caress of hands, shamelessly, thinking only of how good it felt to be needed. To speak with this kind of conviction and be believed. To know that he hadn't bent the truth once. "That's a promise."
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"When that day comes, we are going to be safe. We are going to have a door that locks. We are going to have a bed that was actually meant for two people." He spoke in short, certain sentences, as if he were outlining an argument, or explaining a situation that had already happened long ago. "And on a regular basis, I am going to lock that door, and I am going to get you on that bed, and the world will not be ending, but Miles Edgeworth, I'm going to fuck you like it is." He arched under the caress of hands, shamelessly, thinking only of how good it felt to be needed. To speak with this kind of conviction and be believed. To know that he hadn't bent the truth once. "That's a promise."