Wrightworth Oneshots

ok it's happening

Guys... I hope I'm not the only one who has noticed that there is a lack of smut for this ship
I mean there is some, but it's either badly written altogether or just very out of character
And I've realized it's kinda hard to write smut about them in character which has led me to the theory that Miles could be asexual...? Not necessarily aromantic though, he definitely wants to kiss and cuddle the heck out of Phoenix
BUT
I've taken the challenge.
I'm gonna try and write some Wrightworth smut that is not out of character
Wish me luck guys...

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They'd been together for a few months now, but they'd been taking it slow. Very slow.
Miles still wasn't very good with feelings, but he was trying. After all, he'd managed to confess his love to Phoenix, who had been waiting for that moment for years.

Since then, they'd slowly worked up from hugging and hand holding to kissing, cuddling, sleeping in the same bed... Phoenix was patient. He knew Miles was afraid to open up. Afraid to give away control, to show weakness, to open his heart to someone who could easily break it.

But he also trusted Phoenix. When they were alone, Miles was completely different from the Miles everyone else saw. He was vulnerable, caring, kind of dorky, sometimes even a bit clingy. This was Phoenix's Miles. The Miles only he knew. The real one.

Today was Miles' day off. When Phoenix came home from work, he was sitting on the couch watching TV, wearing sweatpants and one of Phoenix's t-shirts.
Phoenix closed the door and kicked off his shoes.
Miles turned off the TV and jumped up from the couch to meet him.

"Hey, handsome," he greeted Phoenix before kissing him and pushing the jacket off his shoulders.

Phoenix raised an eyebrow.
"Hey," he huffed, surprised by the flirty greeting. "How was your day?"
They walked back to the couch together and sat down. Phoenix put his head on Miles' shoulder and Miles immediately started playing with his hair. It was something they did almost every day after work since it calmed both of them down.

"It was quiet," Miles mumbled, burying his nose into Phoenix's gelled spikes. "How about yours? How was work?"

Phoenix sighed.
"Ugh... stressful. Too much paperwork." He was absentmindedly stroking Miles' thigh, soothing himself by rubbing circles into the soft fabric.

Miles hummed and kissed Phoenix's temple.
"Want me to take your mind off it?"
He got up and straddled Phoenix, kissing his forehead.
"I'll take care of you," he promised.

Phoenix closed his eyes and smiled.
"Sure."
He was tired, but always down for a little makeout session. Little did he know what Miles had in mind.

It started out perfectly innocent, as always. Miles started kissing him slowly, lazily, sensually, taking his sweet time. He buried his hands in the spiky hair, twirling it around his fingers. It wasn't long until he deepened the kiss, running his tongue across Phoenix's bottom lip before teasingly nibbling on it. It was the kind of kiss that made Phoenix lose his breath and his mind. And it always tested his patience a bit, this kind of kiss... he was semi hard already.

But today, he was rewarded for his patience. Miles planted a trail of sloppy kisses on his neck, all the way down to the collar, before opening the shirt, button by button. This wasn't exactly new territory, but Miles had rarely taken initiative like this, and he'd never been this deliberate, confident and... almost a bit dominant.

The thought sent a shudder down Phoenix's spine and right to his crotch as he felt his pants getting tighter.
Something was different today, he could feel it. His head spun with anticipation.
In the silence of the house, he realized he was panting slightly.
And so was Miles.