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“Look at him,” said Phoenix, and his tone might have sounded awed if it wasn’t so detached. He slotted in a second finger, kicking Apollo’s legs further apart. “Did you know he was such a slut, Gavin? Is that why you hired him in the first place?”
Apollo grit his teeth, biting back the sound of helpless pleasure that tore at the back of his throat as Phoenix’s fingers thrust roughly inside of him. He was not going to give Phoenix the satisfaction. He got here, earned this position at a reputable law firm, on his own merit and nothing else.
From Apollo’s vantage point, which was to say, with his face half-pressed into the wood of his desk, he couldn’t see Phoenix, but he could see Kristoph, leaning against his own desk with a detached air as he flipped a page in the case file he was browsing. I don’t want to get my hands dirty, he had said just several minutes ago. Call me when it gets interesting.
“What are you implying, Wright?” Kristoph said. “We’re not all deviants like you.”
Phoenix ignored the accusation, instead crooking his fingers right up against Apollo’s prostate—Apollo couldn’t help but cry out and rock back against Phoenix’s fingers, fingernails desperately clawing at the surface of the desk. Only then did Kristoph finally look up with a simpering smile.
“Though, when you put it like that, perhaps I should have him on display like this more often. It might boost office morale, if they got to pass him around every time they won a case.”
The thought should be humiliating. It should be sickening. But instead, Apollo’s traitorous cock twitches against his will—Phoenix assaults his prostate again and he whines, legs turning to jelly and hands slipping against the smooth surface.
“He likes it,” said Phoenix with a soft laugh.
“You—” Apollo choked back another groan as Phoenix squeezed his ass. “You’d be winning a lot more cases if you’d just let me take one.” Four months. Four months of pushing papers and not a single case tossed his way. Maybe—maybe Kristoph really was just keeping him around for his—
“Maybe I will,” said Kristoph, “if you beg nicely enough.”
“No,” Apollo gritted out. Apollo Justice did not beg. He was not going to beg. He—
A third finger, and he was this close to screaming. Phoenix was leaving not-quite-kisses, more like scrapes of teeth behind his ear and along his neck, still stretching him open methodically like he couldn’t care less what happened to Apollo, and it hurt, and it turned him on so fucking much.
“Come on, let’s hear it.” Phoenix coaxed. His hand snaked around to open up Apollo’s mouth, four fingers on his jaw and thumb tugging down on Apollo’s bottom teeth.
Apollo bit down. Hard. Hearing Phoenix wince gave him a jolt of satisfaction, though it didn’t last long.
“Would you look at that,” said Phoenix, unaffected. “He thinks he’s a brat.” Apollo could hear the grin in Phoenix’s voice. “Still got that fight in you, huh? Give it a few more years in the legal world—they’ll take all your edge off. With this guy?” He jerked a thumb towards Kristoph. “Give it two months, tops.”
“I can hear you,” said Kristoph stiffly. “Hurry up and fuck him. I’m growing bored.”
Apollo felt a pang of misplaced rejection. Was Kristoph not going to fuck him, then? He’d thought—he’d hoped that both of them—he’d always dreamed of having Phoenix’s approval, though he wasn’t so sure about this version of him, but he still craved Kristoph’s like a drug.
“I think he wants you, Gavin,” said Phoenix, giving Apollo’s waist an uncharacteristically gentle rub. “You haven’t touched him all night, you know. You’ve got to give the boy a little something, or he might walk right out your office and into the arms of your biggest competition.”
“He won’t,” said Kristoph, arms crossed. Apollo felt his stomach lurch. It was true. He liked working here. Kristoph was a good boss, if hard to read, and hard to please—but when he was kind he really was kind, and he was—Apollo flushed—pretty to look at, if not to touch. “Go on, then. Won’t you beg for Mr. Wright’s cock like a good boy?”
Apollo groaned and squirmed as Phoenix rested his cock between his cheeks. He couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t—he shifted his hips back and tried to rub against it, whimpering helplessly. It would be so easy. Phoenix would be pleased. Kristoph would be pleased.
“Please,” said Apollo in the faintest of whispers, fists clenched.
“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” Phoenix’s stubble grazed against the spot just below his ear, making him gasp and arch his back.
“Please,” he said, louder. “Please, Mr. Wright, please fuck me.”
“Good boy.”
Phoenix pushed in, finally, and every protest that had ever been at the tip of Apollo’s tongue fell away into sheer, dizzying pleasure. It felt so good, he couldn’t imagine wanting anything else. All inhibitions thoroughly cast aside, he moaned shamelessly as Phoenix grabbed onto his hips and thrust into him at a reckless pace. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the office, and it made Apollo feel so debauched, so dirty and shameful and it was all turning him on beyond belief.
“Yeah, yeah, just like that, Apollo—” Huh, Apollo thought blankly. So Phoenix did know his name. “That’s right. You were made for this, weren’t you?” Phoenix caressed his ear and left a gentle nip that had Apollo shuddering, legs nearly giving out. Phoenix grabbed him, lifted him up further onto the desk so that his feet were barely scraping the floor, and kept fucking him, picking up the pace to something brutal. Apollo kicked his feet, toes curling in his shoes, body completely helpless to the onslaught of sensation as he was used like a cocksleeve—and all the while, Kristoph just watched, his face a perfectly expressionless blank slate.
For some reason, that was the thing that got him close, and just as he felt himself teetering over the edge, Phoenix grabbed hold of the base of his cock and Apollo sobbed.
“No,” he cried out, muffled into the desk. “No, please, let me come—”
“It’s not me you have to beg, kid,” said Phoenix.
Out the corner of Apollo’s eye, Kristoph smiled. “Go on.”
It was so easy. He was so fucking easy.
“Please,” Apollo choked out, his voice so wrecked he could barely recognize it as his own. “Please, Mr. Gavin, please let me come, I’ve been so good, please—”
He barely heard as Kristoph got off the desk and walked towards him. Like water in a drought, he felt the palm of Kristoph’s hand atop his head, stroking his hair, light and soothing. “You have been good, haven’t you? I suppose it won’t hurt to let you come, then.”
With Kristoph’s touch, clinically gentle at the nape of his neck, and Phoenix finally letting go of his cock, Apollo came apart with a shout, squeezing his eyes shut so hard he saw stars, making a mess of the desk and of his clothes.
Afterwards, he couldn’t move. All he could do was lay there limply, feeling gravity slowly drag his body down from the desk as he heaved in pitiful attempts to catch his breath. It was Phoenix who caught him in his arms, and brought him over to lie down on the couch. It was Phoenix who toweled him off gently, cleaning every inch of the mess he made without complaint.
“You okay?” said Phoenix as he stroked Apollo’s sweaty bangs back from his forehead. Apollo was too tired to do anything but nod. Phoenix’s gaze was surprisingly soft, his smile more genuine than it had been all night.
“Here.” Phoenix shrugged out of his hoodie and handed it to Apollo. “You don’t have a jacket, right? You should put this on for your trip home, at least. It’s late, so it’s pretty cold outside. And, well, the come stains on your vest are pretty obvious.”
Apollo stared down at the hoodie for a few seconds before he processed what was going on. Stiffly, because he was still sore, he put it on. It was rather big on him, but comfortable.
He looked over at Kristoph, who was sitting on the armrest of the couch like an observer who hadn’t just orchestrated the whole thing. Kristoph looked between him and Phoenix, his expression indecipherable, before settling into his trademark smile.
“You’re a good kid, Justice,” said Kristoph, with the mannerism of a pet owner telling their dog to eat up. “I hired you, out of all those Ivy grads, because you’re smart and a hard worker. Don’t overthink it.”
Apollo’s bracelet felt oddly tight around his wrist. It had been doing that a lot ever since he started working for Gavin. He didn’t know what it meant, so he put it out of his mind for now. He just hoped this meant that tomorrow would be the day when he could finally take his first case.