No Compromise Necessary | By : Croik Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 3084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Ace Attorney / Gyakuten Saiban, its characters
and settings, are property of Capcom, and are being
used here without permission. This fic is rated NC-17 for sexual content, and contains
characters from T&T, but there aren't any
spoilers.
I wrote this before realizing
that Capcom was going to give Yuusaku
a PORN STAR NAME, but now it seems rather appropriate.
No Compromise
Necessary
Oneshot
Ron stared between the two
women in disbelief. "You want
to…what?"
Desirée grinned back at him coyly. She was dressed in tight jeans and a low cut,
bust-hugging blouse--normal attire for her that never failed to rob poor Ron of
any meaningful thought process. Except that wasn't all she had with her that evening. She was clasping the hand of a slender blonde
woman in dark Capri pants and black halter top.
While Desirée was all smiles, the woman looked flushed and nervous, her
round brown eyes darting here and there behind her glasses.
"Come on, Ronnie," Desirée said sweetly,
running her tongue over her teeth. "We
talked about this, right?"
"I didn't
think…" Ron glanced between her and
the other woman and swallowed hard.
"…you were serious."
"Well I was, and I
am." She tugged the blonde forward
as if to put her on display. "This
is Adrian. Isn't she
something?" She snagged Ron's wrist
to draw them closer together.
Ron blushed--she was certainly
beautiful, with her long blonde hair and…full, round breasts. She was a little shorter, but softer and
curvier than his beloved Desirée. When
he realized that he was honestly admiring her he shook
himself with a flash of guilt.
"Yes…I mean, she is, but…"
"It's…okay, Desirée,"
Adrian said quietly.
She looked just as uncomfortable as Ron, though…maybe also a bit
hopeful. "We don't have to, if it's
too much…" When she met Ron's eyes
there was something vulnerable in them that reminded him too much of himself.
Maybe I am good enough. That's what
that gaze said. Ron worried his bottom
lip between his teeth as he remembered what he felt like not even three years
ago, when he fixed Desirée with similar eyes their first night together. He remembered hoping with every fiber that he
was good enough to be loved by someone.
"I…" Ron took a deep breath. "If…you really want to…?"
Desirée gave a little squeal
and stepped forward, pressing her mouth to his in a delighted kiss. "We met at the bike show earlier,"
she explained, caressing his shoulders and back. Even though he'd already been convinced, she
rubbed her body against his as if making absolutely sure he liked this
idea. "She's an event
coordinator. And we just got to talking,
and…" She lowered her voice to a
whisper against his ear. "I think
she could use some love right now."
"All…right…." Ron gulped, winding an arm around her
waist. "If you really don't
mind…."
"Of
course not. I'm
the one who suggested it!" Desirée
laughed and turned, drawing Adrian
closer. "I thought every guy
dreamed of this." She kissed his
cheek.
Ron couldn't think of a
reply, distracted by Adrian's hands coming to rest against his chest. He had never been bold enough to really
imagine scenarios like this, even before he was a married man. It was shocking enough that he'd found a
woman like Desirée, let alone another that was nearly as beautiful. As Adrian rose up on her toes, his lips parted involuntarily
and he allowed himself to imagine, just for tonight, that he really might
deserve a pair of lovers as amazing as this.
Adrian's kiss was soft and seeking. Ron returned it somewhat hesitantly, but with
sincerity. His free hand wandered to the
small of her back as she nestled against him.
He shivered in disbelief as he felt Desirée shifting at his side. Long fingers sank into his hair to unbind
them from their coils.
The kiss ended with a quiet
sigh from both, and before Ron could properly compose himself Desirée turned
his chin towards her, and stole a much firmer kiss for herself. Ron's head spun as he kissed her back on
instinct. Two slim, feminine bodies
leaned into him--two different but equally perfect sets of breasts pressed
against his chest. His heart began to
beat so quickly he thought he might pass out.
Desirée stepped back
abruptly, and began to tug them both in the direction of the bedroom. "Now that that's settled, let's get this party started," she laughed.
Ron let her pull him along,
still amazed. As they entered the
bedroom and Desirée bent down to remove her boots, Adrian gave his arm a tug.
"If you really don't
want to do this, it's all right," she told him quietly. "I wouldn't want to cause any trouble…in
your marriage, or…."
Ron only gave it one more
moment of thought. "It's all
right." He reached out to pluck her
glasses off. "If you're both okay with
it…so am I." At this point it would
have been very difficult to refuse.
Desirée chuckled as she
kicked her boots and socks off.
"Don't worry so much," she told them both. "This is supposed to be fun." She took the glasses from Ron, setting them
on the dresser. On her way back she
stripped boldly out of her blouse, revealing the matching bra beneath. "So let's get these clothes off."
She rounded in front of Ron,
and pushed him insistently onto the edge of the bed. As if to put on a show, she drew Adrian against her and slowly inched her halter top
off.
"I told you she was
something," Desirée said happily, her eyes flashing briefly to Ron. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself,
and it made her all the more alluring. As
the two women leaned into each other for a slow kiss, Ron couldn't help
shifting on the bed. He hadn't ever had
the chance to watch Desirée from an outside angle like this, and it was
inordinately arousing, being able to see the gentle movements of her lips and
tongue against another, the slow caress of her hands over Adrian's curved hips.
Adrian sighed quietly through her nose. She didn't seem to have any hesitation left
in her as she undid the clasp of Desirée's bra and
slid it off. Her own
followed a moment later, and when they wrapped their arms around each other,
two topless beauties twisting together, Ron couldn’t quiet a tiny, anxious
murmur of appreciation.
The two women looked to him,
and with another coy smile Desirée whispered something into Adrian's ear. Adrian's face darkened with a blush as her eyes darted
downward. Whatever secret they were sharing,
it made Ron squirm to have both of their attentions on him.
"Go see for yourself," Desirée encouraged slyly.
Ron straightened, and tried
not to fidget as Adrian came towards him.
As fond as he was of Desirée's firm,
handful-sized breasts, he couldn't help but appreciate the pair approaching him
now. Adrian smiled shyly.
"Arms up…?"
Ron obeyed, letting her pull
his shirt over his head. Once he was
free of it, he blushed darker as she looked him over with wide eyes. Her slow smile made his skin tingle. "You're stronger than I thought,"
she said thoughtfully, playing her fingertips over his bicep.
"He works out almost
every day," Desirée replied in his stead.
She hopped onto the bed next to him, turning to give his chest a
rub. "He looks skinny, but this is
all muscle, you know. Comes with the
job, right Ronnie?" She kissed his
cheek. "He's my little secret. Well, not little."
Her hand slithered down to
his lap, and Ron started with the unexpected squeeze to his crotch. "Everyone is always so surprised when
they see us together," Desirée chuckled, leaning into Ron's shoulder as
his breath grew sharp. "But that's
only because they don't…know him,
like I do. Right?"
"You're very
lucky," Adrian said, sitting down on his other side. Her fingers continued to explore the muscles
of his arms and chest, appreciating. "Both of you."
Too many hands touched
him. When two sets of soft lips touched Ron's
throat he was half afraid he might die of bliss. For a time he almost couldn't tell which was
which, between the fingers sliding through his hair, the bare skin rubbing
against him. All at once they dropped to
the mattress.
Desirée attacked his pants,
her face alight as she undid his fly and dragged them and his boxers off in one
long movement. Adrian, meanwhile, busied herself
in slipping out of what remained of her attire.
It was incomprehensible and wonderful.
As soon as Desirée was finished with her own jeans and panties Ron drew
her to him for a quick kiss that was only theirs, before he could lose track
again.
Adrian crawled closer, content to stroke Desirée's
back until the two of them had finished.
As Maraka sat up on her hip she glanced over her husband and friend, her
narrowed eyes calculating and mischievous.
When Ron tried to sit up with her she pushed him back down. "Don't you worry; we'll take good care
of you."
She cast a glance at Adrian,
who nodded as if they shared some understanding. Ron didn't quite catch on until Desirée bent
down to kiss him again, while smooth, unfamiliar hands slid down to his groin. By now he was already plenty hard with
desire, but Adrian's soft fingers, followed quickly by the warm, wet velvet of
her mouth, made him squirm with tiny murmurs of appreciation.
That sweet pleasure was
robbed from him all too soon. Both women
pulled back at once, making him wonder if they had scripted this event long
before he even arrived. Desirée looked
radiant as she smoothed back her hair and flashed Ron a bright grin. She giggled as she crawled down to Adrian, nudging her into place over Ron's hips.
"Be good to her,"
she told Ron as she slid behind Adrian. "Like you are for me."
Ron licked his dry lips and
managed a nod. As Adrian crawled hesitantly over him he reached down, touching
her thighs in encouragement. He felt he
was beginning to understand what Desirée really intended by bringing her
here--she was sharing a bit of their love with this woman. When he thought about it that way, it
reminded him even more of her generous nature, erasing whatever remaining
doubts hid at the back of his mind.
Adrian was deeply flushed as she braced her hands against Ron's
stomach, and slowly lowered herself onto him.
Ron whimpered softly as he was enveloped by the slick heat of her
body. As they fit together so easily, Desirée
wrapped her arms around the blonde, stroking her stomach and chest. "Wasn't I right?" she whispered in Adrian's ear.
Adrian sighed happily, and with the prodding of her two new
lovers she rose and fell in a slow rhythm.
There was a kind of awe in her face as she smiled down at Ron. "You're…bigger than I expected,"
she confessed shyly.
Ron grinned breathlessly. It was harder for him to move with her, with
two women seated atop him--two women on top of him! When he tried to truly appreciate what was
happening it was almost too much for him to bear. As Adrian moved her hips against his, Desirée's
hands teased her from behind, squeezing and fondling her lovely breasts. Her delicate voice lifted in thin moans of
pleasure and filled the small bedroom.
Desirée grew abruptly tired
of being on the sidelines. She nudged Adrian's hips forward, just enough to take her place with
her husband. Ron shivered at the sudden
change to Desirée's familiar body and quick
rhythm. He clenched his jaw, determined
to hold out for as long as he could for her.
Adrian fell forward, reminding him of her sweet lips and
very clever tongue. It was disorienting
and exhilarating to taste her sweet, slow kisses with Desirée riding him with
such abandon. He couldn't even see her
with Adrian's blonde hair brushing his cheeks. But every sensation reached him, and he did
what he could to touch and pleasure both women.
There was no point in trying
to determine who came first, or last--all Ron knew was that when Desirée's thighs tightened around him, and Adrian's nipples rubbed against his chest, he couldn't keep
his composure any longer. He cried out
thinly, shuddering with an orgasm that could have landed him on the moon. For those brief moments his entire world was
composed only of pleasure, saturated in the enraptured voices of his two female
companions.
He was the luckiest damn man
alive.
*****
"Ron?"
Ron opened his eyes. He was smiling lazily, having dozed off for a
few minutes while the two women took turns in the shower. He could hear the water still running as Adrian took a seat next to him on the edge of the mattress. She was dressed now, in her panties and a
long T-shirt borrowed from Desirée.
"Tired?" she asked
in a near whisper.
Ron folded his hands over his
stomach. "Exhausted," he
admitted happily. "You?"
"Completely." Adrian smiled, but it faltered just a moment as she glanced
to the bathroom over her shoulder. She
licked her lips. "Ron…" She took a breath as if to steel her
courage. "I just want to say…thank
you. For welcoming me into your…home, like this."
Ron's smile softened,
becoming more sincere. "It's all
right," he told her honestly. He
reached down to give her hand a squeeze.
His voice lowered. "I
understand. You're good enough--you know
that, right? You deserve to have
love."
Adrian's shoulders slumped a bit, and as she nodded her eyes
began to water with emotion. As the
shower turned off she quickly wiped her eyes.
"Thank you," she breathed, kissing his cheek. When Ron tugged the sheets back in welcome
she quickly joined him, and together they waited for Desirée to return.
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