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Simon…wasn’t entirely sure how he had ended up in this position.
He kept replaying the day’s events over and over in his head, and still couldn’t figure out how it had gotten to this particular point.
With him completely undressed and sprawled out on his superior’s desk, blushing furiously under the gazes of Miles Edgeworth and his husband, Phoenix Wright.
Apparently the two of them had been talking about something like this – about bringing a third person into their metaphorical bed – and had decided that Simon was their first choice. Though, they hadn’t been expecting him to actually agree when they finally brought the topic up. Edgeworth had tried working around it, feeling strange about the inquiry considering the fact that he was Simon’s boss, but Phoenix had eventually conjured up enough courage to just come right out and say it.
Simon had been surprised, not exactly knowing why he was their first choice, and he remembered even stammering a bit as he fumbled for an answer in front of the two legends. Everyone knew he admired Edgeworth greatly, and – for as much grief as Simon gave the man in the courtroom – Phoenix had earned his veneration as well.
Simon just didn’t really know what they saw in him.
He had been hanging out a lot at the Wright Anything Agency, mostly due to Athena, but when he was there he ended up speaking with Edgeworth and Wright more and more, always chuckling at their antics. Despite their near-constant bickering, it was clear that the couple truly loved one another, and so Simon had cursed himself when he had begun really wanting to see them every time he went over to that office. Sometimes he even made excuses to go regardless of whether or not Athena pestered him. At first he thought that it was maybe just a testament to their love – everyone, including him apparently, wanted to witness it. But in reality, he knew that something deeper had developed on his end for the married couple.
Then, something changed a bit, though Simon had convinced himself that none of it was real. He thought he was imagining things when Wright had all of a sudden started lightly touching his arm when they spoke. And he thought that he was thinking too much when he would think about how Edgeworth would brush past him close enough so that Simon could feel the man’s shoulder gently hit his own.
Apparently not, because it was only this evening when Edgeworth asked Simon to his office after everyone else had already left and informed him of the couple’s desire to have Simon join them in their relationship. He also – many times – mentioned that Simon could decline and it would never negatively affect him, though Simon was saying yes before he knew that he wasn’t actually dreaming.
When Phoenix and Edgeworth were apart, they were still legends who could stand on their own two feet without needing much help. But together? They were gods in everything they did. And that included sex, Simon very quickly learned.
It was somewhat embarrassing – in comparison to the two of them, Simon acted like a virgin on his wedding night; the twisted samurai was nowhere to be found as he was suddenly sandwiched in between his two superiors, red-faced and unable to figure out what exactly to do. The paleness of his skin highlighted the red flushes all over his body, which became more and more apparent with every article of clothing that had been stripped from him.
Edgeworth’s boldness especially surprised him, but perhaps with Phoenix there, the Chief felt more confident…then again, Simon never really saw a situation where Edgeworth exuded anything other than complete self-assurance. Perhaps in his imagination, Edgeworth acted more vulnerable in the bedroom. It was an image Simon had crafted sometimes late at night…Miles blushing and squirming underneath the touches of his husband and subordinate. Though, as nice a picture that was at the time, it was completely incorrect. The taste of his boss’ tongue in his mouth and feel of his lips all over his skin shattered that naïve image very quickly.
And for all of Wright’s bluffing in the courtroom, the man had no need to do anything of the sort here. The semi-awkwardness that Simon sometimes felt from Phoenix when he normally spoke with him was completely absent; Simon actually had to shift his eyes away from Wright’s intensely confident stare. He felt the lawyer’s hands through his hair and ghosting down his neck before they were expertly unbuttoning his waistcoat and then shirt while his husband worked on Simon’s boots and pants.
Soon, Simon realized just how naked he was while standing in the middle of the office, while Edgeworth and Wright remained fully clothed. He bit his lip and felt almost uncomfortably hot, both due to his physical arousal and because of just how…nervous he was. It was strange, he never would have imagined himself to get overly embarrassed like this, and in his past sexual encounters he was anything but. Maybe it was the effect of having the legendary Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright together in this fashion.
Perhaps his…somewhat uncharacteristic reaction had concerned his partners, because soon Edgeworth was saying that they could stop if Simon wanted them to, and Phoenix was worrying that they rushed into things. However, Simon shook his head, not wanting them to be overly concerned. His hair had been taken out of its ponytail, so it moved with him as he did, and he cleared his throat, finding himself unable to look at either one of them in the eyes.
“No, I…I’m just not entirely sure what to do right now,” he had mumbled out. Phoenix then took the initiative to lean up and kiss him reassuringly, telling him to just relax, because they did know what to do.
Edgeworth took one of Simon’s hands and led him over to the desk, telling him to get on it. Phoenix had pouted a bit, whining about how Edgeworth never let him on the desk, and Edgeworth had just chuckled, replying about how Simon would make less of a mess. Phoenix looked down at Simon, who was sitting by then, and smirked, saying that he would “see about that.”
Simon again felt really hot.
Though not as hot as when the couple were unexpectedly on their knees in front of him, each taking their turns licking and sucking his thighs and cock. Simon leaned back on his elbows as he watched; he found that curling his toes and balling his hands into fists wasn’t exactly helpful at dealing with the waves of heat and pleasure that were crashing over him.
And Simon moaned a loud curse when he was able to watch his two superiors kiss each other passionately, all while keeping their hands on his body. They brought him to the edge, and he already desperately wanted some sort of release, but these two were always so strategic when they were together: they abruptly stopped before Simon could reach that point.
When they stood again, Edgeworth had moved around to coax Simon into laying down fully; it was somewhat awkward for him, since he was too tall to completely fit onto the desk, and his long legs hung over the edge in an uncomfortable manner. But it wasn’t for long that he was in that position – while Edgeworth was focused on Simon’s face, Phoenix had retrieved some lube from one of the drawers, coating his index and middle fingers. Did Edgeworth always have something like that in his office, or did he just bring it for this particular occasion? Simon was tempted to ask, but instead he almost yelped when one of his legs was moved to rest atop Phoenix’s shoulder, though it had transformed into a pleasured sound when he felt the lawyer’s fingers press against him. At first he tensed up slightly when Phoenix pushed on in, but Edgeworth immediately took notice, and leaned over and down to capture Simon’s lips with his own in an upside-down kiss.
Simon wasn’t sure who he ought to focus on, and found his mind hazy from the constant attention his body was receiving. As if they had linked their minds, once Phoenix added a second finger, Miles had moved his mouth down Simon’s neck and had begun teasing a nipple; his tongue flicking the piece of flesh in a way that was too light and therefore unbearable.
He vaguely remembered Phoenix asking him if he was ready, and an affirmative moan was all Simon had been able to muster at that point. Once that left his lips, Edgeworth had detached himself, moving around the desk to stand beside his husband. Simon watched through half-lidded eyes as they kissed; Miles finally unzipped Phoenix’s pants and pushed them down to the floor. Simon wondered a bit about what they were up too, feeling the terrible absence of their attention, but chose not to complain about it…yet. It was too enticing a show to interrupt for now. He watched as Edgeworth put a condom and lube on Phoenix; the Chief moved his hands deliberately slow in a way that caused Phoenix’s eyes to roll back for a moment and even made Simon bite down on his lip in anticipation. He wanted to curse and tell Edgeworth to move faster, but Simon had a feeling that his demands would be met with even slower teasing, so he decided to keep his mouth shut.
Once Miles finished, the couple exchanged another small kiss, before Edgeworth had returned to the opposite side of the desk, once again leaning down to grope at Simon’s chest. But he didn’t move to kiss him or anything yet. No, Edgeworth’s eyes were fixated on Phoenix, watching almost intensely as his husband began to push into Simon slowly. Simon clawed at the desk and clenched his teeth, though the feeling of Miles’ hands on his body and in his hair helped distract him from the initial sensation of intrusion. His mouth fell open again once Phoenix’s hand teased his cock, and Simon began to relax a bit.
As Phoenix started to move his hips, Simon felt a strong need to also touch Edgeworth, who was still completely dressed at this point. He felt too embarrassed to just ask the Chief to get rid of his pants, so awkwardly tried to pull at the man’s cravat in hopes that doing so would silently convey his desires. Luckily, Edgeworth was good at the whole logic thing, and caught on quickly, moving back momentarily to undress.
With Phoenix continuing to slowly thrust into him, Simon’s head fell back so it was off the other end of the desk. Normally, such a position would have hurt his neck, but he was enjoying himself too much to even really notice such discomfort. Even though Edgeworth appeared upside-down to him, he still blushed furiously while his superior removed only his jacket and his pants and returned to look down at Simon through half-lidded eyes.
And Simon didn’t need any sort of command; although it was strange reaching over his head to pull Miles closer, he did it so that he would be able to take Edgeworth into his mouth. As soon as Simon’s lips made contact with his thus-far ignored dick, Miles let out a long and pleased groan. To hear the Chief’s voice make such a sound…it was something he had never dreamed he would listen to in real life, and Simon wanted more. It was like a beautiful chorus; hearing both Edgeworth and Wright moaning in unison, sometimes saying his name in sultry tones.
Simon’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Edgeworth took the initiative to move, which was actually easier for Simon to deal with at this particular angle. At first, he was slow, as if he was unsure if Simon would be alright with relinquishing more control to him. But the loud moan that had come out of the man had given him his answer, and he eventually built up his speed and power. With Wright in his ass, hitting his prostate with greater vigor, and Edgeworth in his mouth sometimes hitting the back of his throat, Simon could focus on nothing but the nonstop sensations that were coursing through his body, building greater and greater pressure with each second that passed.
The couple established a rhythm with each other, one that almost was like a beat that was getting progressively faster. Simon knew that he wouldn’t last much longer, and if his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied at the moment, he would have been crying out each of their names. Instead he just kept moaning, the sounds themselves getting a bit higher in pitch as he got closer and closer to climaxing.
And when it happened, his back arched up in a way that he didn’t even know was possible for him anymore. He came into Phoenix’s hand and onto his own stomach, and could swear he saw nothing but white. His superiors lost their rhythm very soon after, both wanting that same release. As with everything they had done, they also orgasmed together; Phoenix had buried himself deep in Simon as he did, and Miles groaning in appreciation as Simon attempted to swallow all of what he had spilled into his mouth.
They each pulled out, and Simon shivered from the lack of contact. He adjusted himself so that his leg was no longer over Phoenix’s shoulder, and that his head was no longer hanging over the side of the desk. He was still sprawled out, though, and watched Edgeworth rejoin Phoenix, kissing him gently before the two pairs of eyes gazed down at Simon in a mix of satisfied pleasure and adoration.
And Simon’s already flushed skin became redder under their stares.
How exactly had he ended up here again?