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Miles had just finished hitting send on an email to the customer service line of a particular adult toy company about his missing order. He had ordered it on a bit of an impulse (damn those sales) and he was a bit frustrated. He pinched the bridge of his nose and allowed himself to mull over the events of the last few weeks. Specifically, the events in his bedroom.
He grew sick of using his fingers to touch himself. It was tiring and he hated the way his fingers pruned in his folds if he rubbed too long with no release. He had taken to thinking he liked the feeling of being touched, but not having to perform the act himself. He thought the barrier of a toy would provide some kind of relief. It even had a suction on the back, for the days he felt particularly scandalous, to attach it to something and let his oral fantasies of a not particular someone run wild.
Unfortunately, that relief never arrived. Which was leading to this predicament. An automatic email let him know the company would get back to him within the next few days.
Miles groaned and placed his elbows on his desk, head in his hands.
“Everything good?” Came a voice towards the entrance of his office.
Miles lifted his head.
“Ah, Wright. I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Oh yeah, sorry. But what’s up?” Phoenix crossed the room, standing in front of the desk.
Miles’ eyes flitted to the computer screen, skimming the current open information. Luckily, the company’s email was too piled between other spam messages in his personal account to be noticeable.
“A…package was supposed to be delivered to me a few weeks ago and hasn’t arrived yet. I suppose I’m getting antsy waiting for it.”
“Oh, that sucks. I hate when that happens. What is it? Something important?”
“Not particularly.”
“You’ll get those post-its soon, Edgeworth. I believe in the postal system.”
“A bit presumptuous to believe I wouldn’t go to the perfectly good office supply store downtown to get stationary.”
Phoenix raised a brow at him. He sighed.
“A bit presumptuous to believe I wouldn’t have Detective Gumshoe go to the perfectly good office supply store downtown.”
Phoenix clicked his tongue.
“That sounds more like it.”
“I’m just emailing customer service for either a replacement or a refund at this point.”
“If they don’t, you can sue them for all they’re worth.” Phoenix grinned.
“Ah...I…won’t be doing that.” Miles looked down at his desk, shuffled a paper pile.
“Why not?”
“It’s not…something to go to court over.”
“You never say things like that. I am alarmed and shocked.” Phoenix placed a hand on his chest.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Well now you have to tell me what it is.” He leaned forward.
“No, I don’t.”
“Is it something for your office?” He looked around, like he was looking for a blank space for something new.
Miles shook his head. “No.”
“So, it’s personal?”
“I…yes you can say so.”
“Wow, Miles Edgeworth trying to settle personal matters at work? Are pigs flying outside your window?”
“Don’t be so daft. I’m on my break.” Miles glanced at the clock. He could spare a while longer.
“Is it something Steel Samurai related?”
“I am not playing twenty questions with you, Wright. I don’t have the time.”
“Objection! You just said you were on your break.”
“Perhaps I have better ways of spending my break than this insufferable line of questioning.”
Phoenix ignored him.
“Why don’t you just go pick it up? Or have someone else pick it up?”
Miles’ face flushed at the mere thought of selecting a sex toy in person. “That is not an option.”
“What is it?”
“Personal.”
“You won’t tell me?”
“Absolutely not.”
“That’s okay.” Phoenix raised his hands in mock surrender. Then, he smirked.
“I’ll deduce it.” He stuck out a finger. “With the evidence I have on hand!”
Miles took a deep breath. “Wright…”
“One, it’s something you’re waiting for that’s important enough to be emailing a company about. Two, it’s something you won’t even send Gumshoe to pick up. Three, you’re getting red just talking about it. So it could only mean,” Phoenix cut himself off, brain clearly catching up with his words. Miles put his head in his hands.
“Miles Edgeworth…did you purchase…”
God, if Miles had to endure another moment of this he would implode.
“It’s a dildo, Wright! It was a dildo!”
There was silence.
“Are you satisfied?” He hissed through his teeth.
Phoenix stared at him.
“No, actually. I’m not.”
Miles looked at him bewildered. “What the hell are yo—"
“You didn’t even ask me?”
Miles’ head jerked back, “what?”
Phoenix leaned across the desk, looking down at him.
“You paid money to fuck yourself on a dildo. I would have done it for free.”
Miles stared at him dumbly.
“I-“
“I know you’re rich Edgeworth but damn be a bit more economical.”
Miles watched Phoenix spread his hands along the desk as he leaned.
“You were waiting for a dildo to fill you up? Is that why you’re antsy? Haven’t gotten any yet?”
Miles felt the words shoot right to his core. He pretended he didn’t and cleared his throat.
“That’s a bit forward of you.”
“Is it?”
Phoenix walked around the desk. Miles watched him move.
“What color was it?”
“Bl-blue.”
“So was it,” Phoenix leaned into his ear. He held part of his suit jacket, “this blue?”
Miles’ breath hitched, but he couldn’t resist one last dig. “Not nearly so gaudy.”
Phoenix was not deterred.
“A shame.” He grabbed the end of the chair on either side of Miles and turned it towards him. “Because I would have loved to see you choke on it.”
Phoenix leaned in further, looking down at him. “But I’ve heard the real thing is better anyway.”
Miles’ brain was trying to catch up with the events occurring. Phoenix stopped, breath ghosting over his lips.
“Would you like that?”
“Fuck.”
Phoenix laughed. He pressed a sloppy kiss to Miles’ cheek and pushed himself back up. “I think that’s the first time I heard you curse like that.”
Miles tried to stifle the whine that left his mouth as Phoenix pulled away. He didn’t succeed. He covered it with a quick cough.
“Well that wasn’t nearly the most unprofessional thing to happen in the last five minutes.”
Phoenix continued to walk away. “No, it was hot.”
He plopped down on the couch, “I wonder what else I could get you to say.”
He spread his arms across the back of it, like an invitation. One Miles was very tempted to accept.
Phoenix continued, “Cause I mean, God you were just. Putty in my hands for a second there.”
“Wright…”
“And that little whine you made. Went straight to my dick.”
Miles shifted in his chair, he could feel himself getting wet.
“Well, it sounds like your first option isn’t arriving for a while. Care for Plan B?” Phoenix grinned.
“I am at work.” One last show.
“You’re on a break. And you could use one I think.” He spread his legs slightly.
“Ngh.”
“Come here.”
Miles pushed the chair back so fast it banged against the back wall. He barely registered the walk over before he was straddling him. Phoenix held his thighs.
“That didn’t take much convincing.”
“Shut up.”
Miles kissed him and could have tuned out everything else in the room. Except, he couldn’t help but have a hyperawareness of Phoenix’s dick through his pants. Phoenix broke them apart. Miles trailed after his lips.
“But you were such a good boy coming over when told.” Phoenix lifted a hand to stroke Miles’ cheek. Miles flushed and leaned forward to nod into his neck.
“You like that? Let’s see how often we can warrant saying it today.”
“I have condoms.” Miles whispered, like a secret. Like that would be the only phrase an outsider heard if they walked by. A jolt rushed down his spine.
“Oh, you do? I thought you didn’t allow personal matters in your office.”
“I’m still on a break.” He sucked the edge of Phoenix’s jaw, earning a soft moan for his efforts.
“Well in that case,” Phoenix lifted him off his lap with ease, setting him to the side. “Let’s get ready.”
Miles had seen firsthand the strength in those arms on various cases, but never experienced it on himself like this. His eyes trailed along them. He shook himself out of it and went to his desk.
He felt Phoenix’s eyes on him. He looked up while Phoenix was in the process of removing his jacket and pants.
He actually looked a bit bashful at getting caught, despite everything else. Miles found it amusing.
“Just taking note for ah, future reference.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Miles scoffed, but there was no real power behind it.
“Don’t take too long.” Phoenix sung, throwing his jacket over the arm of the couch. He sat back down on the edge. Waiting.
Miles grabbed what he needed and walked over.
“Would you like to do the honors?” Phoenix asked. Miles looked down at the bulge in his boxers. He licked his lips.
“Okay.” He grabbed the band and pulled Phoenix’s boxers down.
He ripped the condom open and pinched the end. He quickly lubed his lips and put the condom at the edge of his mouth. Then, he dragged his mouth around Phoenix’s shaft until the condom was on completely. Phoenix gasped.
“Holy shit. Where’d you learn to do that? Actually, don’t tell me.”
Miles pulled off with a wet pop. He pumped more lube out of the bottle. “Want it to be a mystery, Wright?”
“Yeah.” He gently pulled Miles back up and kissed him. “Your turn.”
Phoenix lifted Miles’ shirt gently.
Phoenix pulled the belt out of the loops slowly, pulling it across Miles’ exposed skin. Finally, he released it fully, and pulled Miles’ pants and boxers down. Agonizingly slow. Miles could feel Phoenix taking in every new piece of skin with his eyes.
He didn’t feel as though he was being inspected. Instead, he got the distinct air of being…admired. Like one would a piece of art. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it.
When his pants reached his ankles, Phoenix turned his gaze back to Miles’ dick.
Miles swallowed, “are you-“
“You’re beautiful.”
He looked up, “may I?”
Miles breathed out slow. “Yes.”
Phoenix placed his hands on Miles’ hips and brought his face forward. He placed kisses up his inner thigh, before moving out towards the hip. He dropped back down to the opposite leg, trailing up that thigh as well.
He looked back up to make eye contact, “what do you want?”
“You. Any way you’ll take me.”
“God Miles,” he groaned and pressed his face further into his thigh, “talking like that…”
He sucked his thigh lightly before pulling away. With his hands he tried to press Miles to rotate.
“Turn around.”
He used the purchase on Miles’ hips to lead him backwards. He eased him down.
“Ready?”
“Yes. Get on with it.”
“Didn’t realize you would be so pushy when we started this.” Phoenix teased.
“An oversight on your part.”
Phoenix chuckled.
He pressed a quick finger into Miles’ entrance. It came back slick.
With one final squeeze of his hips, Phoenix eased Miles down onto his cock and leaned back.
It took a minute and some motion to slide in completely, then to get to a stable momentum. They both exhaled at the contact.
“There we go.” Phoenix murmured. “Good?”
“Mmhmm.”
“You have so much to say in court. Look at you now. If I knew this is all I had to do…”
He gave a particularly hard thrust. Miles keened.
“I would have bent you over the defense bench ages ago.”
“I wouldn’t have let you, in the courtroom.” Miles countered, breathless.
“Oh, no? Then I would love to have you under my office desk while I worked. Sucking me off. Or maybe,” Phoenix changed the angle slightly, leaving Miles gasping. “I sit you right on my cock. Just like this. Just a little cockwarmer. And you just stay there and take it. Like a good boy.”
He lifted Miles almost all the way off, ignoring his squirming. He bottomed out. Miles leaned back against his shoulder, like he couldn’t hold himself up.
“Can’t believe you were gonna fuck yourself on a little dildo all alone. Were you gonna think of me while you did it? While you stuffed yourself full?”
Miles nodded frantically, “Yesyes I was”
“Going to fuck yourself dumb?”
Miles nodded. Phoenix groaned.
“I can do that for you.”
He reached an arm around to press a light finger into Miles’ folds. He moved until he found the spot that made Miles gasp. He rubbed light circles around it, timing them with his thrusts.
“Hard to argue for your case when you’re so pliant.”
He stretched over to kiss Miles’ neck and pulled away relishing that with a brief glimpse he could see his eyes roll up.
Phoenix took the opportunity to start slowing down, savoring the time and the feeling. His unoccupied hand gripped Miles’ thigh.
Miles huffed and started to grind himself down on Phoenix’s dick, starting his own, faster pace.
Phoenix started to laugh at the impatience, but cut off when a particularly well-timed grind sent him closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Miles.”
“Phoenix.” Miles whined against him. Phoenix added more fingers until he was palming Miles with his hand.
“Ngh, Phoenix!” Miles moaned and continued to intake breath until he peaked. He exhaled.
Phoenix continued to rub him through.
“Phoenix…”
Hearing Miles whisper his name was as good as hearing him moan it, and Phoenix finished soon after.
They each took a minute to catch their breath before Miles tried to lift himself off with help from Phoenix. He laid back; dimly aware he would have to clean the couch if he stayed like this.
Phoenix tied off the condom and searched for something to wrap it in.
“Probably wouldn’t be good to just throw this in by itself…” He was muttering.
Miles rolled his eyes, “there’s paper towels in the drawer.”
“Ah great, thank you.”
Miles watched fondly as Phoenix fumbled around for a minute. He closed his eyes until he felt Phoenix’s presence back at his side. Phoenix sat down and leaned against the couch, mirroring Miles’ position.
Phoenix turned and opened his arms, as inviting as the first time. Miles leaned into them without protest. Phoenix ran a hand through Miles’ hair while Miles hummed his enjoyment.
“Well, what was the review?”
“I might cancel my order.”
“No, no I still think you should use it. I can’t be on the clock all the time.”
Miles’ eyes moved to the wall clock involuntarily. “My break was up a few minutes ago.”
Phoenix groaned without real annoyance, “absolutely no one is going to notice.”
“I will notice.”
“You don’t even have a working case right now. I checked the court schedule myself.”
Miles tsked, and looked away. He pursed his lips and turned his head in Phoenix’s direction.
“This was…nice…”
Phoenix shot him a lazy but encouraging grin, “yeah?”
“I would not be…opposed to doing it again sometime…preferably somewhere that is not my place of occupation.”
“Of course of course, my office it is.”
Miles rolled his eyes.
“I’m kidding!”
Miles closed his eyes again.
“I don’t have condoms at my office anyway. I would have to stock up.”
“Stop.”
“Why did you have condoms in your office anyway? Was it…” Phoenix gasped dramatically, “Miles Edgeworth. Were you planning on bringing your dildo to work?”
Miles pushed himself further into Phoenix in response.
“Don’t hide. Don’t hide, I’m just teasing. I think it’s cute.” Phoenix grinned. “I think you would have been so good.” He ran his hands through Miles’ hair again, “such a good boy planning to bring your toy to work to entertain you. Hopefully you just use it as a supplement…”
Miles moved himself out of Phoenix’s neck.
“I just started T again. I’d forgotten how it makes me…”
“Horny? Aroused? Absolutely beg for it?” Phoenix teased.
“…yes. That’s several words for it… although one phrasing is not necessarily true. I don’t beg.”
“Not yet.”
Miles scoffed. Phoenix tightened his embrace.
“Well. Congratulations. That’s a big step.”
“Thank you.”
“I’d like to be with you on that journey, if you want me to be, of course.”
“Well, I’m sure something can be arranged.”
“Maybe add a strap-on to your order. If it’s actually showing up on time this time.”
Miles laughed.
“That sounds promising.”
“So is your break over now?”
“Yes. But what did you come to my office for?”
Phoenix shifted, “Oh just, seeing the sights.”
“The sights…the Prosecutor’s Office…sights.”
Phoenix nodded, “the very ones!”
Miles squinted, “you lost your copies of the last trial.”
“Now I wouldn’t say lost-“
“I would.” Miles interrupted. “So you want me to give you another copy. This is what I’m gathering.”
“Weeeeell we got something else out of this but…yes please.”
Miles pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Now I wouldn’t say ridicu-“
“Stop.”