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Being an adult and having unfettered access to the internet was usually not a terrible thing, if you had fairly decent self control and time management skills.
For Miles Edgeworth, however, sometimes his normally flawless time management skills were overruled when he found a message board that he had never known about; one that was specifically curated to his very specific kink.
And suddenly it was 2am, he had to get up in five hours and be at court in seven.
But here’s the thing. Normally, message boards were not his preference. He preferred the easy life of image boards and story sharing sites, anonymous and without any real human interaction, which kept him feeling safe.
But this message board was very active, and more of a hookup area for folks to share their roleplay desires and meet people that were willing to collaborate in making their own ongoing stories involving their kink.
So, signing up under the name “Mort”, a vague reference to his own face when people call him a ‘corpse’ in court, Miles checked out the ‘Open to RP’ board.
There were quite a few people open to roleplay with the specific requirements that he tended to enjoy, using their own characters. Getting encouraged, Miles whipped up his own profile, but when it asked for his ‘preferred messaging app’ he had to stop and go back to what others had listed.
He noticed that the apps the people tend to use all require a cellphone number though, for verification. Sighing, he looked through his drawers for his old phone that he had once used exclusively for situations like this, well, not like this, but in case he ever needed it.
On the cheapest possible phone plan for basic texting, calling, and a couple gbs of data; it was the phone that only three people knew about. Franziska used it only for emergencies, which meant that she had never actually used it; the Dominos pizza down the road, who likely never kept phone records, and Trucy Wright; who used it exclusively to contact him in case there was ever an emergency with her father, which meant that it had been used twice in the past six months since the man’s disbarment.
After making sure it was charged appropriately, he installed two of the most popular messaging apps, created a username that aligned with his Mort persona, and continued making his ad for the message board.
“Mort -
Kinks: Mpreg, breeding, A/B/O, knotting.
Hard No: Non-con, defecation, zoo.
Maybe: Let’s talk about that.
Positions: Generally Dominant
Preferred Rating: Explicit
Length: Any - Ongoing
Species: Human - Open to Anthro
Preferred App: MsgMe and FreeChat
Username: MsgMe - Mort / FreeChat - 2136052789
TimeZone: GMT+2
Link to full kink list [Here]
I look forward to finding a compatible partner.”
Ensuring that his K-List was updated with all of his yes’s and no’s, he linked it in, and browsed a bit more, turned on by the prospects of having a roleplay partner, something that he could never have with someone in person.
Giving in and stroking his dick, knowing that he would have to go to sleep soon, but also knowing that it would be impossible with his dick as hard as it was, he started to open his usual apps for images to jerk off to before going to sleep for only a few hours.
***
In the morning, he had forgotten about the apps on his phone, his day rushed and busy, with him running on low sleep, he had completely forgotten about the apps that he had installed. He hadn’t checked it during his short lunch, nor did he during a brief moment of peace in his office, and since it was on silent (Unless Trucy or Fran tried to message him), he had managed to completely ignore it all day.
When 6pm hit, and he walked in the door to his home, he went to make tea, and only then did he remember the apps, and the prospect of a new partner. Hopeful, but anxious, he opened the phone and checked, seeing several messages from the same number.
With a small gasp, he opened them, excited, and now forgetting his tea, he read through them:
“MsgMe:
From: Pierced_Butterfly
Hey Mort,
You seem to align with my kinks, check them [here], I’m still a little new to this, so I haven’t had a long-term session yet…but I’m really interested in rp’ing with you? My profile is the same name, just let me know.
-Pierce”
“MsgMe:
From: Pierced_Butterfly
Hi again Mort,
I just realized that you’re +2, I’m -7 so I know the timezones might not be the greatest but I promise I don’t mind. Ah, sorry to bug you.
-Pierce”
Smiling at them, the sender's awkwardness really shone through here, so he tapped out a quick reply before reading the profile.
“From: Mort
Well hello, Pierce.
The timezones do not matter to me, I am a patient person. Let me look through your profile here and I’ll see what we can work out. Do you prefer to do first or third person?
Yours,
-Mort”
As he was loading the profile however, a reply came through.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
Thanks for responding :D I was afraid I scared you off with the double message. Take your time, I’m good for anything, but first person might be fun since Pierce isn’t like…a real character or anything :)
-Pierce”
Feeling confident now, since Pierce sounded quite…new and possibly much younger than he, given how naive he sounded, he scrolled through his profile, noticing a lot of similarities in their interests.
“Pierced_Butterfly -
Kinks: Uhh, dom/sub stuff, powerplay/power dynamics, alpha/omega (including breeding/preg kink stuff), knots, and like…control? Maybe that falls under dom/sub tho.
Hard No: Ageplay, underage stuff, anything illegal really.
Maybe: Watersports? Idk, I think anything not in my yes or no could be a maybe?
Positions: Submissive
Preferred Rating: Explicit
Length: Any
Species: Any
Preferred App: MsgMe
Username: Pierced_Butterfly
TimeZone: GMT-7
You can check out my full list if you want, it’s over [Here]. Let me know if you’d like to play around ;)”
No red flags seemed to show up, so he responded again on the other app.
“From: Mort
Pierce,
I have perused your profile, and you seem like a good match. When would you like to start, and is there any particular format that you’d like to use?
-Mort”
We resumed making his tea, and just as it was finishing, he heard an unfamiliar dinging sound. Forgetting for a moment that he had turned notifications on, he picked up the phone to see, of course, it was Pierce.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
Good to know I made the cut! :D I can start pretty much right away. I just finished a quick errand, so I’m free for a while here if we wanna start at least getting things ready? Do you wanna go first, or me?”
Feeling small flickers in his stomach, Miles grabbed his tea and sat on his couch, prepared to spend his entire free night talking to this unknown person, and, before he could respond, he got another message.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
Oh, before I forget, A/S/L? Just in case this is like…idk like you’re secretly 14 or something, and also not sure of your pronouns. I’m 31/M/USA btw”
They were the same age, so that was convenient, and he trusted that, since he wasn’t the first to mention age. Still, slightly concerned about privacy, he gave less open responses.
“From: Mort
Pierce,
I can assure you that I am an adult, in my 30’s, Male, GMT+2 as we have discussed previously.
As for the roleplay, I admit that this is also new territory for me, but if we’re doing first person, we can do more of a dialogue focus rather than a story? We can start with the, ah, forgive the term, but the copulation? Since I see we both share a lot of the same kinks.
How about this;
I come home from work to find you in our kitchen, domesticity suits you, but tonight, I want to take our relationship to the next level. I approach you from behind, as I often do after these long days, and I place my hand softly on your currently flat stomach.
“Darling, there’s something that I’d like to talk to you about.” I whisper softly into your ear as I press my body against your back.
Let me know if this is too fast or if you want any changes.
-Mort”
Suddenly feeling self conscious, Miles went to the bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. On one hand, he felt that he was going too fast, but he had to remind himself that this wasn’t a dating app; they were both here to get off. Sure, Pierce was another human, but this was simply a way for them to get sexual gratification from each other in a…completely safe and harmless way.
Or so he kept trying to reassure himself.
See, Miles kept his heart closely guarded. He had let a small handful of people in, and an even smaller number of people into his bed, but those people did not necessarily overlap in their categories.
For example, Phoenix Wright was a man who owned Miles’ whole heart. Not that Miles would ever say that to his face, but there was no one else that would be able to say 3 words and have Miles fly across the world for.
However, as much as Miles may want to, it was entirely unrealistic that Phoenix would be someone that Miles could have in his bed.
Shi-Long Lang had shared Miles’ bed. But if he texted Miles that he wasn’t feeling good, Miles would e-mail him the WebMD article for the flu and tell him to stay away from him for at least 9 business days.
Thinking about Phoenix had made heat pool in his groin, which, now that he was wearing more comfortable sweatpants and a loose sleep shirt, felt a lot more comfortable.
Back in the living room, he wasn’t surprised to see another notification from Pierce waiting for him.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
Oh wow that’s hot :)
Can we do more Alpha/Omega stuff maybe? I think that since we’re both guys, it could be fun? Let me know, I’ll do my reply here without it just in case you don’t wanna.
—
I lean back, wiping my hands on the dishwashing cloth, as I press my ass back against you.
“Mm, welcome home, sweetheart.” I smile at you, happy to see you again, after you’ve been away all day.
“We can move this conversation to the bedroom if you’d like.” I purr, swaying my hips gently against you, trying to entice you, doing my spousal duty to make sure you’re always satisfied.
—
I’m sure it’ll be less awkward once we work out the beginning kinks, pun intended.”
Miles appreciated that Pierce used a line separation to denote when he was talking versus when the roleplay part was in. He should remember to do that with his reply, which he was already beginning to type out.
“From: Mort
Pierce,
Of course. I assume then that I will be your Alpha?
—
I move my hands all over your torso, sliding my fingers gently underneath your shirt, not wanting to wait to feel the smooth skin underneath. I love feeling you move against me, the pressure you’re putting on my groin turns me on like nothing else.
“Of course, love, to the bedroom.” I say, a low growl leaving my throat as I grab your hand.
I begin leading you down our hallway while I’m still in work clothes, too eager to get to you to our bedroom to bother to change.
As I lead you over to our bed, I place my hands on your waist, pressing my forehead against yours.
“You know that I cherish you, right, darling?” I ask softly, the nervousness evident in my voice, but I can smell your Omega pheromones helping me to calm down.
—
I await your response with eagerness.
-Mort”
Miles had always had an issue with meeting people online. A lot of it was trust based, but he was also concerned about growing attached to someone that he had never met. He had never, however, experienced getting attached to someone within 5 private messages.
He figured it would pass, however, as it was likely just the adrenaline of starting something new, and having his interests reciprocated. He was also very much projecting onto this faceless figure on the other side of the screen. Taking a deep breath, he resolved to just live in the moment, and enjoy what he had for now.
Thankfully, Pierce was as free as he said he would be, and replied back in mere minutes.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
I’m hard already, baby ;)
—
I look quizzically at you, slightly concerned that we would be having one of those infamous ‘we need to talk’ sort of talks, but the way you hold me in your strong arms, and look me in the eyes tells me that I can trust you.
I’ve trusted you for all these years, and the nervous but excited smell in your Alpha scent reassures me that we’re okay.
“I know, I cherish you too. Is everything okay?” I ask, but instead of waiting for your answer, I take the hint from earlier, and begin to lift the edges of my shirt, nudging your hands out of the way temporarily as I remove my shirt over my head.
Bare-chested now, I bring one of your hands up to my pec, encouraging you to squeeze it lightly, as I smile at the sensation of your hands on such a sensitive area.
—
-Pierce”
Fuck, Pierce was obviously beginning to get comfortable with this. So was he, though, as he rubbed the front of his pants, planning out his next message.
“From: Mort
You’re a natural at this, I see.
—
Biting my lip to stop myself from moaning at your touch, I place a chaste kiss upon your forehead and take a deep breath. My Alpha instincts are screaming at me to shut up and take you here and now, but I silence them for now.
“It is, darling, everything is fine, but I know that your heat is due soon, and I want us to take the next step.” I stop, emphasising my words with short, clipped nips upon your beautiful neck.
It’s hard to control myself around you, my precious Omega. I want nothing more than to strip you bare and take you, but the curious look in your eyes makes me understand that I need to slow down, to finish what I started.
“I want a pup.”
—
Yours,
-Mort”
His dick was fully hard at this point, and it was difficult for him to concentrate fully. Allowing himself to groan out, in his empty home, he slipped his fingers down his own sweatpants, gasping at his own touch. There was immense relief that he felt at his town touch.
He had no idea what Pierce looked like in real life, but he imagined that he’d be slightly shorter than himself, with an innocent look in his eyes…but a hidden confidence earned through his own actions.
When Phoenix Wright started entering his mind’s vision, he stopped briefly, hand stilling on his crotch as he imagined his most cherished friend in Pierce’s place.
Conflicted, he was still figuring out the boundaries, if indeed it was okay for him to fantasise about someone he couldn’t have, Pierce responded.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
Fuck, Mort, I’m so hard rn. Sorry if replies are slow ;)
What do you look like? I mean, how do you want me to picture you??
—
I gasp loudly at your proposition.
“A…pup, Alpha?” I ask, excited at the idea, it had been a dream of mine for ages, but we had never been ready yet.
Seeing you nod, I leap up, embracing you tightly, wrapping my arms around your shoulders, and legs around your waist, trying to drag you back down to the bed, since now I need nothing more than ur thick Alpha cock inside me.
Our pheromones were mixing in the air, making it hot and humid in the room, which only spurred me on as I grind my hips against u as u continue to hold me up.
“Fuck me, please, Alpha.” I whine and beg desperately.
I’ve never needed u so badly in my life.
—
Never realized how fun this was, fuck, I definitely want this to keep going.
-P”
Laughing softly at the way that Pierce began taking small writing shortcuts, for obvious reasons, Miles regrettably let go of his own dick in order to respond.
“From: Mort
I feel the same way, darling, it’s hard to keep myself together, but I will, for you.
You can picture me as about average height—
Miles had to stop for a moment…how was he supposed to describe himself? He didn’t want to give Pierce a completely accurate description, but he didn’t want it to completely remove any realism either. He attempted to be as honest, but vague, as possible.
—I have a lighter complexion, but I’m fit and, not to brag, athletic. I could absolutely hold you in my arms without breaking a sweat.
—
Growling lowly in my throat, I keep you held up, teasing your neck by placing bites at your neck but not close enough to the mating mark area, but it’s enough to get you to squirm.
I set you back down on the bed, laying on your back as I finish undressing you. First, your pants. Unbuttoning them and then slowly undoing the zipper, feeling your cock strain against it as it aches for freedom.
As I slide your pants down your thighs, your cock now free, and I see your thighs quake in need, I place teasing kisses on the side of your shaft, loving how it throbs under my lips.
Once you’ve been thoroughly undressed, I quickly throw the rest of my clothes to the size, my dick aching for you, the sweet smell of your slick filling the room, making me dizzy.
I return to the bed, leaning over you, my cock mere inches away from your slit, there’s an urgency in my eyes and a slight shake in my limbs from the amount of self control it’s taking to not devour you right here and now. But I have to ask,
“Last chance to ask for a condom, because after tonight, I’m only going to keep filling you until you’re knocked up.”
—
I leave this in your capable hands,
-Mort”
It takes a few minutes for him to write his response, and he hopes that Pierce didn’t get bored of him and leave, or, God forbid, finish whatever he was doing and no longer wish to interact.
The fear definitely made his cock deflate slightly, but that was probably for the best, he thought, as it was starting to get late and he should make a quick meal before bed, since it was another early start for him and he could not allow himself to stay up late twice in a row.
Padding into the kitchen, spare home in hand, he made a quick sandwich with a pesto sauce, sundried tomatoes, slivers of smoked gouda, and cured meats on a local rye bread. It wasn’t fancy, but contrary to popular belief, when Miles was alone, he was a man of simple pleasures.
Taking a deep breath, he settled back onto the couch, slowly taking bites of his sandwich, and rereading the last few messages that he and Pierce had sent. He was really hoping that this continued and wasn’t just a one night thing, although now, with a clearer head, he wondered if he was letting his personal kink take up too much of his actual life.
Ah well, that was a problem for future Miles, as Pierce responded and made his heart flutter once again.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
You sound hot. I’m a bit shorter than avg, but I’m Japanese-American, so that’s why, lol. I have dark hair, and I’m…not as fit, lol. I used to be but not anymore, so I probably couldn’t lift u, but I think that makes us a good pair. Opposites attract and whatnot ;)
—
“No condom, sir, please, Alpha, I need you. I want your seed.” I whine, begging has never been something I did often, but in the throes of passion, underneath your strong, toned body, I never felt so desperate to be knotted by your thick dick, but right now it’s the only thing I can think about.
I thrust my hips upward, tempting you to finally breed me, there’s sweat on my brow already, the heat consuming me. Briefly, I think my heat came early, but that would only make this better, all things considered.
The look in your eyes, the blown pupils, tells me that now’s the time, I’m tired of waiting.
“Please, sir.””
—
Your Omega,
-P”
Reading his description, surprised that he was right about the other person being shorter, Miles found it a lot easier to envision him as Phoenix, although based on the way he was typing, the thought of Pierce actually being the man that he lusted over didn’t truly cross his mind.
“From: Mort
I think you deserve to have confidence in yourself. If you act in bed how you type; you sound like a phenomenal lover.
—
Hearing you beg has unleashed something within me, as my Alpha instincts take over, I slide my cock inside of your slit, revelling in the feeling of being raw inside of you.
I kiss you deeply as I thrust inside, going deep inside of you, my hips flush with yours with every single movement. I groan into your mouth, the vibrations reverberating down my spine.
Sliding my tongue into your mouth, I run it over your teeth, claiming every millimetre of your body as my own.
I slide my hands under your ass, squeezing your cheeks as I lift you up slightly, allowing me to go even deeper inside of you. You feel absolutely divine, wet and tight beneath me. I can’t believe I’m already getting close.
The sensation of you surrounding me like this is incredible, as I continue to thrust inside of you, I move one of my hands from your ass to your own cock, making sure that you feel as good as I do.
—
Your Alpha,
-M”
After pressing send, Miles finished his sandwich, and suffered through drinking the last few dregs of his now cold, bitter tea. He contemplated making another cup, but given how late that it was getting, he chose to grab a glass of water, making his way to the bathroom to get ready for bed, as time has passed surprisingly quickly this evening.
“From: Mort
Apologies for the double message, but I am going to grab a quick shower here and I don’t want you to assume that I have ignored you.
-M”
With that, he left the phone on the counter and went to shower. He couldn’t believe how much excitement that he was getting from just talking to someone else about this kink. Why hadn’t he thought to do this sooner? Well, probably because he was in a terrible mental state and it would not mean as much to him. Choosing to be grateful that he is at least doing it now, he continued cleaning off and getting ready for bed, not looking at his phone until he had brushed teeth and dry hair, and a clean set of pyjama pants on, choosing the lighter silk over his cotton sweatpants.
He was not surprised to see the next message from Pierce already in his inbox.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
Thanks for the heads up, too bad I’m not there to help ;)
Ahahaha, I appreciate the compliment. I’ve been told I’m alright when it comes to actually having sex. I think I’ve become a bit of a pillow princess lately. Maybe I just haven’t been with the right person.
—
I’ve never been a quiet Omega, and that remained true today, as my cries and moans of pleasure echoed off our bedroom walls. I wanted you to fill me, now desperate for your pup. It was truly the ultimate show of possession; as people would know, just by seeing my distended belly, who I belonged to, leaving no room for argument or competition.
“F-fuck, you feel s-so good.” I whine, bringing a hand up to bite down on my knuckles as the sensation becomes almost overwhelming. Your hand on my dick places me right on the edge of cumming, I almost do. I almost lose control, but I know I can’t without your permission.
I’m so ready though, ready to be yours, ready to take what you’re offering, and show the world my loyalty.
—
I hope you’re enjoying your night,
-P”
Miles felt it slightly weird that after only a handful of hours, he was feeling butterflies for a complete stranger, but he quickly chalked it up to the fact that they were bonding over something that he considered his deepest secret.
That fact that Miles hadn’t been laid in well over a year didn’t help it either.
“From: Mort
I don’t know if I can give an unbiased view of my sexual prowess, but the fact that I am presently single may speak for itself.
—
I feel your body clenching and tightening beneath me, and I as well am having a great deal of difficulty with my own self control, as my knot begins to inflate, signalling that I may not get much say in the matter.
“Darling, you have my permission to finish.” I gasp, biting down on your neck; not on your scent gland, mind you, but close enough so that I can hear your delicious moans try to tempt me closer.
“And when you come, make sure you think of what you’re offering. Ejacuate to the knowledge that I’m going to impregnate you.”
—
I also notice that your full sentences have returned. Was it good for you?
-Mort”
He was getting extremely forward with someone he just met, and yet he couldn’t remember the last time that he had felt so thoroughly understood.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
Hahaha, yeeeaaahhh…I couldn’t control myself, it’s kind of a new experience for me, being able to talk about this with someone.
—
“Hnng! I’m…I’m gonna—I’m so close…” I moan, stuttering and hardly coherent, as the pressure on my dick, and the euphoric sensation of your dick inside of me finally takes me over the edge.
I writhe beneath you, my body in complete ecstasy as I loudly cry out my love for you, my cum now all over my belly and your fingers, making a complete mess.
Not that I think you mind too much, as I feel your knot swelling inside me, the delicious stretch and burn teasing me with another orgasm.
—
Sorry if that seemed too fast, I…did finish earlier so I don’t remember everything that I wanted to say.
-P”
Chuckling softly, Miles was crawling into bed, knowing that their first day would at least end at a realistic point. He really, really hoped that their communication continued.
“From: Mort
I’m also new at all of this, but I do find myself enjoying sharing it with someone else. I am looking forward to finding out where this goes.
—
My knot already inflating, I knew it was a matter of moments, but feeling you squirm in ecstasy, hearing your heady moans, like music to my ears, I can’t stop myself.
My thrusts becoming erratic, I grit my teeth as my knot fits into place, my cock emptying itself inside of you, the waves of semen certainly trapped now, making their way up to your fertile womb.
We’re both panting, sweat beading our brows, as I try to get my heartrate under control again. The immediate need and desire that was coursing through my veins mere minutes ago were ebbing away, my love of you as my Omega overtaking any other thought.
“Are you okay, darling? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
—
I’m glad that our conversation could assist you in your…session. Maybe we can explore more of that later.
-M”
He rubbed his eyes, knowing that he didn’t have much longer in him to be awake, but thankfully, Pierce was also a fast responder.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
I have to go out here in a sec, and I know it’s probably super late for you, but that’s okay! Respond when you can, and I’ll see you soon, hopefully, if you didn’t hate this I mean!
—
I shake my head, words stumbling in my mouth as I come down from the high of orgasm. I know I hadn’t been in heat, but the way I feel your cum inside of me makes me wish I had been.
“You’re amazing…more than amazing. I love you.” I breathe out, my heart rate starting its slow return to normal, but I know that we’ll be here for at least a half an hour, based on previous experience with your huge knot.
I give you small, quick kisses on your cheeks, lips, basically anywhere that I can reach, as my senses begin to return to normal. I can’t remember the last time I felt so satisfied, but I always want to feel this way with you.”
—
I actually do have to go, but I’ll talk to you when you’re up. Lots of love.
-Pierce”
As Miles was indeed getting ready for bed, he figured he’d send in one last part tonight before calling it, as Pierce would likely be done whatever he was doing by the time Miles got up.
“From: Mort
I hope that whatever you're doing is fulfilling and enjoyable, you deserve it.
—
As we both fall into the lapse of post-coital bliss, I take every moment to tell you how cherished you are to me, my precious Omega.
If there is nothing else in the world that I am sure of; it is that I was meant to be with you, and we’re making the correct decision.
I cannot wait for your heat to come, I cannot wait to fulfil this plan, and to have you as my broodmare. You are so dear to me, Pierce, and I know that our child will be the perfect combination of us both.
—
I am headed to bed now, Pierce, but thank you for generously entertaining me, and I do mean it when I say that I hope I hear from you in the morning, and that we can continue this.
Yours,
-Mort
His heart hopeful, Miles made sure all of his nighttime routines were taken care of; his alarms properly set, his emails looked at, and he sat his phone upon his bedside table, and drifted off to sleep.
***
Upon awakening, Miles had to take an extra second to realize that he was actually looking forward to something. Normally, unless Phoenix was around, he hardly looked forward to anything. As such, since leaving Los Angeles again, he had found that the only thing that he truly “looked forward” to, was that twice a year visit that he got from Phoenix and Trucy. They’d normally stay for July and August, when Trucy was out of school, and for a few weeks in December and January, for the Holidays, at Phoenix’s insistence.
But, given that their next visit was several months away, he needed something to tide him over, and he had found it by accident. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the MsgMe notification on the screen.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
I am back, but I am aware that you’re probably deep in dreamland. Good. I hope you’re dreaming peaceful things, and you wake up feeling rested.
I want to say though, that I will continue this for as long as you want. I think I’m hooked, since this morning was so good. Can’t wait to see what else we come up with.
Although, I think we should do a little time skip. I’mma write it and you can tell me if you wanna nix it.
—
In the weeks since our first foray into the world of unprotected sex, but it was funny to me just how it had changed several aspects of our lives.
The first being how now, every time we walked by the pup aisle in the grocery store, your hand would grip mine just a little tighter.
The second, is that every time I place your hand on my belly, your eyes get wide and your dick gets fully hard.
The third, and probably the most important thing, is that even though I had not gone into heat; I was very, very very much in a state of almost incurable pup fever.
That is the main reason why, now weeks later, when I feel the start of my heat, the tiniest little cramps and motions signalling the impending swing; I grab your hand and whisk you into the bedroom immediately. Both excited and horribly nervous to take this next step.
—
Hope this helps start your day off on the right foot ;)
Also yours,
-Pierce
Miles could not afford to be horny right now.
BUT, as he slipped into his work clothes and made his morning coffee, he took the couple of minutes to type a reply, before resolving to leave his phone alone until after work was done for the day.
“From: Mort
Good morning. I am afraid that I will not have much time until this evening again, but if I am correct, it is quite late for you, so I hope you have a good night, darling.
And in case you were wondering; I don’t think anything that you write could be bad, based on yesterday’s events.
—
I can smell the pheromones radiating off of you. It has me more turned on than I can remember ever feeling before. My body is on autopilot as I strip you down, ravaging your flesh with my hands and tongue as each piece is removed.
My heart beats furiously in my chest as the reality hits me of what we’re doing. It was all play until this point, an idea, a fun scenario that we were using for our own sexual gratification, but now, today, as your heat begins to make it impossible to think clearly, it became real.
I only have a split second before my mind is completely unfocused; Alpha instincts taking over as I have you completely naked in front of me. I am no longer aware of the fact that we didn’t prep enough, I don’t care that we’re making an incredible mess, I am running on pure, animalistic desire and impulse.
You’re mine, and I have you, and that’s the only thing I care about.
—
Do with it as you will, darling.
-Mort
He silenced the phone once more, as he didn’t need the distraction, although keeping it on his body at all was threatening him with overwhelming temptation. He was a man in his 30’s with a very important job to do; he could handle a little temptation.
Probably.
***
At the end of the day, Miles shut the door behind him, and decided to actually get ready for the evening before glancing at his phone. He knew that the moment he looked at it, it would all be over, Pierce would have all of his time and attention. He made his tea, made a quick dinner, got changed into more comfortable loungewear, and got settled into the corner of his couch for an evening filled with more texting than he had ever allowed himself before.
He wasn’t surprised to see a response from Pierce in his inbox, making his heart flutter. Gosh, was he really falling for someone whose real name he didn’t know? How foolish of him, he thought. Less than 48 hours in and he felt more confident talking about his feelings to a complete stranger than he ever had in the past decade, dealing with his crush on Phoenix Wright.
And, as predicted, he had spent the entire night texting back and forth with Pierce, them roleplaying their characters mating each other, for the second night in a row, with an emphasis on certain story elements, so that it was unique from the day prior.
Even with them expanding it out, by the time Miles was crawling into bed for the night, they had roleplayed to the end of the sexual encounter, with Pierce being more open about jerking off during their act, which caused Miles an odd sense of pride.
By the end of their night, they had paused the roleplay when Pierce sent him a message in the form of a double text.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
Hey what do you want the timeline for this to be? 1:1 scale? Timeskips? What works best for you, since I don’t want you to feel like any of this is rushed.”
Admittedly, Miles was almost scared of this question, even though it meant that Pierce was obviously having a good time, he wasn’t sure if he was entertaining enough.
“From: Mort
Whilst I too, want to avoid this feeling rushed, it’s currently almost at the end of March, so if we were to calculate an approximate 40 week gestation, we would be going well into December. Would you be okay with that?”
He hadn’t sent a reply to the roleplay part yet, but he wasn’t too concerned, as Pierce responded pretty much right away, as usual.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
That sounds fun, ya know? Domestic and stuff. Like, we’d be able to flesh out a whole story surrounding this thing and not just a bunch of one-off sex scenes. I just googled it, so December 30th is when we’re calling the date? So close to New Years.”
Miles did a quick double check on his own, confirming that the timelines were adding up.
“From: Mort
That sounds right to me. Let’s do it. So no time skip, but we should plot out the general timelines and such so that we can properly world build.”
This was turning into something more domestic than he had initially thought, but living in a bit of a fantasy world for the next ten months would surely mean that his desire for realism and an actual discussion, sharing this kink with someone who understood, would actually go fulfilled.
He was slightly concerned about the timeline, given that he was normally hosting Phoenix and Trucy at that time, but it would be fairly easy to go to bed slightly earlier on the important days.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
I did some quick googling, so we really won’t “know” for about a month or so until I’m…you know, and then around four months in, we can find gender, and like, there’s a lot of other details that we can RP in as time goes on, but I’d really like this to be something daily for us.
Yours,
-Pierce”
Miles shuddered reading the texts, debating how involved he had truly wanted to get. Was he ready to commit to a daily message from Pierce? Was this devolving his sense of reality by pretending that he this…secret boyfriend that he actually knew nothing about, and an entire family? Was he ready to give up his dream of having Phoenix Wright for his own?
For now, remembering that they were fighting a battle against a legal system that they, in reality, may not win, and with Wright having a real daughter of his own, his dreams of having a relationship with that man may have to be put on the back burner.
Besides, Pierce was some random person across the globe that’s in this for the same kink as Miles. There’s no hard feelings, no real consequence if Miles has to stop for any reason. He was allowed to have this one thing. Before heading to bed, he sent one more message to Pierce.
“From: Mort
I am trembling with anticipation for those days of significance.
With love,
-Mort”
Miles went to sleep that night, thinking fondly about the future plans for Pierce and Mort, and how far they would actually take things.
***
The first few days after their discussion, continued much like the previous two days; but with the addition of quite a lot of domestic play as well, which warmed Miles’ heart. He was noticeably friendlier at work, his mood lifted by the discussions that he had each night. He was still working on preparing his cases and information to send to Wright, but his workload was made a little lighter by the notification that Pierce had responded.
Every night, they ended their chat with tenderness and warmth, wishing each other well, despite their time zone difference.
Every morning he woke up, checking his phone as he got ready for the day. This phone that he had as an emergency device was now his most used piece of equipment. He was glued to it, when he wasn’t preoccupied with work of course.
And soon, March led into April, which led into May, and about six weeks after they had initially started, Miles got a fairly long message from Pierce when he woke up. Before getting out of bed, Miles pulled the app open to read the text from his partner.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
Well sweetheart, I think it’s time to move the plot along. I hope you enjoy waking up to this.
—
I wake up before you, knowing deep down the truth, but needing confirmation. As an Omega, I have an intrinsic knowledge of the changes in my pheromones, and there’s no doubt in my mind that your Alpha instincts and the sudden dominance that you’ve been displaying these past weeks are tied to the same thing.
Especially given the checklist of symptoms that I’ve been experiencing lately. Everything from morning sickness to scent aversion, to extreme fatigue and dizziness…there was nothing else it could be.
But even still, I pad over into our ensuite washroom, getting my supplies in order, checking my phone and pretending that I don’t actually care about the results, in fear of jinxing it.
But, as I continue, pressing the long white stick underneath me, anxiety spiking, even though I’m not actually scared. Finishing, and placing the pink cap back on, I complete my bathroom routing, washing my hands and leaning against the wall as I see one line appear.
Confused, I double check the box, but as I pour over the instructions, the faint second line becomes more visible. Exhaling loudly in relief, I feel a mixed wave of emotions. I wanted to cry, but I hold one hand to my tender stomach, grabbing the test in my other hand, and make my way back into the bedroom.
You’re still asleep, but I know you won’t be mad if I wake you. I gently nudge your shoulder.
“Hey babe…good morning.” I whisper, watching your eyes flutter open, confused, but then a smile shows up on your face.
“I have some news for you.” I inhale sharply, before showing off the positive test, proving that our breeding during my last heat was successful.
—
Thank you for spending time with me, these last six weeks have been amazing, Mort. You’ve really helped me out through some tough spots. <3
-Pierce
Well THAT certainly made him far more awake. Heart pounding, Miles’ fingers shook slightly as he quickly typed out his reply.
“From: Mort
Good lord, Pierce, I am enamoured by you. You delightful man, what a way to wake up. I only hope that my responses make you feel half as good as you make me feel.
—
My pupils are blown wide as I notice the positive pregnancy test in your hand, my heart begins racing as I sit up faster than I ever had before, quickly planting kisses all over your face and neck, grinning widely as I do.
I have one hand gently pressed against your belly, the other wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close to me as I can hardly find the proper words to express the many emotions flooding my head.
Our scents mingling in the air, our joy permeating through our bedroom, I sigh contentedly, still grinning like a fool.
“Pierce, my beautiful, wonderful Omega…you have made me the happiest Alpha. I cannot fully express how auspicious an event that this is.” I want to start planning, I want to make lists and charts and sheets of everything that we need to buy and prepare for, but I stop for a moment just to keep holding you in my grasp, savouring how you feel in my arms.
—
It may be slightly worrisome how attached I am getting, this has made me genuinely happy, despite its fictionality.
Yours,
-Mort”
Miles didn’t look at his phone again until it was almost time for him to go to work; he knew how these things went, but he gave himself enough time to at least give another response before leaving.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
I’m sitting here, thinking the same things, Mort. It’s been, what, 6 weeks now, and I feel closer to you than most people. Our roleplay love child makes me almost as happy as my OWN kid, because I get to share the experience with someone.
—
“Well, you’ve made me the happiest Omega in the world, so I guess we’re even.” I blush as I feel your thumb caressing my stomach. It’s still flat, for now, but I know it probably won’t be for long. I’m already feeling some slight discomfort at the idea of having a large stomach, but I know in the long run, it’ll probably be something that we both enjoy, knowing what it symbolizes.
We share an embrace, just leaning into each other’s warmth and comfort for a few minutes, our scents creating an extremely comfortable atmosphere, I never want to let you go, but I know that we have to. As I break away, I leave kisses alongside your jaw, along with a promise.
“Tonight, when you get home, why don’t I give you a nice back massage, and show you just how much you mean to me?” I’m teasing you, I know, seeing your dick already stir in interest at my suggestion, but I know that we should wait for tonight.
—
Sorry, a little shorter than I’d like, but we still have another…34 weeks, right? ;)
Love you babe,
-Pierce”
Miles had to read the send off several times. ‘Love you, babe’. His heart fluttered and he felt vaguely dizzy. He felt like a schoolgirl, with a new crush. What was he even feeling? There was only ever one person who made him feel like this before, but he had felt it for so long, that the thrill of feeling it with someone new was exhilarating.
He had to type a response, but he couldn’t stop his mind from thinking mushy thoughts. He wanted to shower Pierce with affection, but he knew that there had to be a limit somewhere, God he wished he had grown up normal, and not seeking validation and love from a stranger on the internet.
But, c’est la vie.
“From: Mort
You have no idea what you’re doing to me. I don’t think I can get through the day, I’ll be thinking of you constantly.”
And then he sent his roleplay response in a separate thread, making sure to silence the phone to avoid getting distracted at work.
The day was hard, and his patience thin by the time he returned home again, but as soon as he opened his phone, his stresses and angers all ebbed away, as he lost himself once again in the back and forth.
He felt grateful that Pierce and his schedules aligned so well, but he wondered about the man. Who really was he? What did he do for work? Did he have other commitments? What interested him outside of this?
The intrigue was part of the fun, he admitted, but it would be nice to be able to truly know his identity, even if Miles vowed to never admit his own.
He noticed, however, that as he was sending a reply to Pierce, that there was an unread text message from Trucy. Heart sinking, he opened it.
“Hi Uncle Miles. It’s Trucy. Daddy wants to know if you booked our tickets to come see you yet because school is out on June 29th. Daddy says that we can come anytime after that but we have to be home at the end of August so that we can get school supplies. Okay. Send. Okay. Send. It isn’t sending. Oh it’s still typing.”
Miles felt a surge of affection towards the little magician girl, she was obviously using voice to text to send him a message, as she was cautious about her spelling, but it made him smile happily to read.
“Hello dear Trucy.
I was going to purchase them this weekend. Does July 2nd until August 20th work for you and your father?”
Short and to the point, he wasn’t going to tell her that they didn’t have to worry about school supplies, he had already bought them all, sitting in a box in the guest room that Phoenix normally occupied.
He was in the middle of typing back to Pierce when a second message from Trucy popped up.
“Daddy says that works for him. Thank you Uncle Miles. Heart emoji. No, put in the emoji. No, not the words. Oh I hate this phone.”
That time he actually gave a short laugh as he could hear her voice getting frustrated. Her words and the emotion made him feel a little hollow inside. He knew, from the start, that his roleplay with Pierce wasn’t really real, nor was it ever going to truly replace having a partner and family of his own, but…he still felt that he was missing out now.
The motivation to reply to Pierce was somewhat dampened now, but he finished his response and sent another.
“From: Mort
I apologize, my dear, I seem to be feeling a bit down. It’s nothing that you’ve done, but my heart is feeling a little empty. I wish this were real.
-M”
Almost instantly, he didn’t get a response to his roleplay, but he did get a more personal response.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
Oh babe I’m so sorry, are you okay? Is this too much? I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you at all, but I’m real, and I’m here for you, even outside of the roleplay. <3 Let me know if I can help. I love you.
-Pierce”
Miles was not a man who often showed his emotions, but he was close to tears at the moment. It wasn’t something that he often felt, he was usually very good at staying level headed and calm. However, right now he felt unworthy of someone’s love, and that was always a hard pill for him to swallow.
He had to ignore the next reply from Pierce for now. He had to stop being so reliant on their texts, because for two months, whilst Phoenix and Trucy were visiting, he wouldn’t be able to be quite so attached.
Instead, he spent the next hour or so taking care of some of the house chores that he had been neglecting for the week. Cleaning his kitchen, making a grocery shopping list, and tidying up the dishes and various bathroom and bedroom supplies.
It wasn’t hard work, but by the end of it, he was in a much better mindset than when he started, and was able to read through Pierce’s roleplay response, and reply without so much as having a wince of internalized anguish.
***
They never discussed Miles’ emotional outburst from that one night. Pierce never questioned it, and Miles never technically apologized for it, so as far as Miles was concerned, it was all swept under the rug. He continued to live his life as normal, replying and roleplaying through Pierce’s pregnancy, and their subsequent journey into parenthood - with graphic, steamy sex scenes playing out at least once a week.
A few weeks later, however, not long before Phoenix and Trucy were set to arrive, Miles got another text from Pierce, in between roleplay messages.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
Hey Mort, you’re still doing okay? I’m just making sure that nothing’s been too triggering or anything. I can always adjust the messages I’m sending.
Love,
-Pierce”
He was caught off guard slightly by Pierce’s concern. He didn’t think that anything that he had said recently would have caused any issue, or reason to think that everything wasn’t okay. Regardless, he responded honestly.
“From: Mort
I appreciate your concern, but I promise you that I’m okay. If you are still thinking about my message from several weeks ago, I can assure you that those feelings rarely come up and I am fully capable of handling them.
I do cherish you, and thank you for asking.
-Mort”
He read it over about four times, realizing only on the fourth go around that it sounded too harsh probably.
“From: Mort
I realize that my previous message may sound curt, but I just don’t want you worrying about me. I’m okay.
Love,
-Mort”
There, that was better, right? It must’ve been, because Pierce didn’t bring it up again, and they continued their roleplay, making several large progressions through the night. Even though, by the end of it, Miles couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps he had messed things up, and he was starting to have some regrets.
***
Getting ready for Phoenix and Trucy’s visits were always slightly taxing on Miles. He had to ensure that there was not only enough food, but that the food that he got would be easy to cook, and accessible for Trucy, who was, albeit more of an adventurous eater than most children, still rather picky.
He had to ensure that the guest rooms were completely clean, and Trucy’s room had enough stuffed animals, toys, and games to keep her occupied. Miles didn’t like sparing any expense when it came to her, given that he knew Phoenix was struggling to survive.
He also had a small cash savings that he built up between visits. He always did this. During the first year, this caused several fights between them, but now Phoenix shoves the envelope in his carry on without a word. It makes Miles feel better, knowing that their rent can be paid, they can afford hot food, and have enough for a few fun day trips.
Miles was denied a happy childhood, and God only knows that Trucy could suffer the same fate as he, for different reasons. He knew Phoenix was a better father than Manfred ever was, but the trauma of poverty could still affect her. He only had to ensure that she never had to worry about where she lived or whether she could eat.
He tried to not judge Phoenix on his parenting skills; since if there was anything he knew, it was that that man loved his daughter, and would go to the ends of the Earth to make sure that she knew that. However, financial stability was important, and he knew that it was the way that he could subtly show Phoenix that he loved HIM, since he had resigned himself to not letting his feelings known.
Instead, he continued talking to Pierce, living vicariously through him to get the things he could not have. Sex, which, admittedly he had had in the past, but even though it was digital based, it had true intimacy and mutual understanding of desire and lust. Companionship, daily affirmations of love, the promise of a family. But most of all, someone who willingly stayed and enjoyed it all just as much as he did.
They were getting ready for their big gender reveal, which, unfortunately was scheduled to happen when Phoenix and Trucy were in town, and planning on names already.
“From: Mort
Well, given that we are both in control of the story, is there a preference for a gender, so that we can start going over names?”
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
Could we not each offer, say, five names that we both like, see which one we want to go with, and pick the gender from there?”
“From: Mort
Alright. I think, for my own children, I would pick:
-Casey
-Arturo
-Etienne
-Linea
-Nineveh
These are simply based on aesthetics. Casey I like as a more gender neutral name. It means ‘watchful’, which holds a place in my heart. Arturo is the Spanish form of Arthur, and sounds less harsh on the ears. Etienne is a French name meaning “Crown”, and as you can probably see, royal names seem to be up my alley. Linea…I’m not sure where I picked up it, probably from a book, but I do enjoy it. Nineveh was the name of the capital of the Assyrian empire, and is now the Capital of Iraq, under a different name. I find it a very pleasant sounding name.
All of this, of course, is more context and less of an argument. I am happy with whatever you pick.
-Mort”
It took Pierce a little longer to read through his message and type his reply, but eventually he got one.
“From: Pierced_Butterfly
It’s funny, these all sound so fancy, except Casey, but what’s even funnier is that Casey was on my list too! I had Casey, Elliot, Euridice, Emmet, and Makoto.
Since we both had Casey, why don’t we just pick it?
---
Makes life easy!
-Pierce”
Well what do you know? Miles got a little embarrassed, knowing that he sent basically a novel describing why he liked these names, and Pierce just picked…names. He felt that he was taking this maybe slightly too seriously again.
“From: Mort
Casey works. We can decide gender later, but now we have something to work on. Would you like to continue now that we have decided, my love?
-Mort”
***