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Miles Edgeworth fidgets in his seat, bladder so full it is starting to hurt, but trying to push the discomfort to the back of his mind. As much as he needs it, he doesn’t have time for a toilet break.He can’t remember the last time he was this busy, but he supposes this comes with the territory of being Chief Prosecutor. Especially recently, what with the palaver of dealing with the Blackquill case and all of the issues that came with it, leaving Miles with basically no free time. And that is why he is so busy he doesn’t have time to go to the toilet; he needs to finish this paperwork today, and even a two minute distraction is too long. He just doesn’t have time for anything.A knock on his office door makes him jump, and Miles’ head snaps up. Who could that be? It is 7pm right now, so all of his staff should have gone home. Still, he can’t ignore them.“Yes?” he calls.“It’s me, Miles!” Raymond bloody Shields calls, and he pushes the door open. His infuriatingly cheerful husband waggles his fingers, saying, “Good evening, Miles. Fancy a hug?”“Not right now, Raymond,” he says, going back to reading his document. “Look, I appreciate the visit, but unless you have something important to tell me, can it now wait?”“Poor Miles,” Raymond says, wandering into the room and shutting the door. “You work too hard.”“No, I don’t.”“Yes you do.”Well aware he is getting into a childish argument but still carrying on, Miles says, “No I don’t.”“You do, Miles,” Raymond says. “Look at you; you’re so overworked you’ve got bags under your eyes, and you’re clearly putting off having a pee.”That makes Miles look up again, his cheeks flushing slightly. “What?”Raymond smiles. “Yeah, I can tell. That tense expression and hunched posture, plus the fact your secretary says you’ve been in here for five hours straight… yeah, you really need to piss, don’t you?”“I… suppose I might need to urinate,” he says, scowling. “But… Raymond, please just go away. I need to finish my work.”“But you’ll get at UTI or something if you hold it. Just go to the bathroom, Miles. It’ll only take a few minutes.”“Yes, a few minutes I don’t have,” Miles spits.“Poor Miles…”“And stop saying that! If you’re just going to hang around feeling sorry for me, you might as well leave. I’ll be finished in about an hour, and then I can go to the toilet.”Raymond sighs, but walks closer. “What if I had a solution that means you can pee and stay at your desk?”Miles raises an eyebrow. “Raymond, I am not wetting myself.”“No, not that,” Raymond says. “What if I got you something to pee into while you carry on working?”“And how will you explain carrying a bottle or trash can of urine out of the Chief Prosecutor’s office?” Miles says.“I wasn’t thinking of a bottle or something like that. Look, Miles,” he says, his face flushing. “I don’t wanna freak you out, but you could piss into my mouth if you want.”For the first time in hours, Miles puts down his pen. To be more specific, he drops it, staring up at Raymond. “What did you say?”“Now, don’t take this as me being weird or anything, Miles,” Raymond says, raising his hands and taking a step backwards. “This isn’t me trying to give you a blow job while you’re at work or anything, I just thought it’d solve your problem and wouldn’t leave any bottles or anything to get rid of and I just thought I’d suggest it and—”“Shut up, Raymond,” Miles says, and Raymond cuts himself off. “This is an incredibly awkward position to be in. However, although I didn’t plan on telling you this in my office at work, I do have a slight… well…”“Piss kink?” Raymond suggests, grinning through his blush.“Well, yes,” he mumbles. “Non sexual, obviously,” Miles adds, not having to add that someone with a non-existent libido would be unlikely to get turned on by things. “But, well, I am oddly fascinated by the idea of urinating on someone.”“Oh, that’s not so bad then, is it?” Raymond says, laughing awkwardly. “I don’t have a kink for this, just so you know. It was the only thing I could think of to help. So, want me to do it?”“Please,” Miles says, picking up his pen again. As Raymond wriggles under his desk, he adds, “However, I had being desperate like this. Sorry about this, Raymond.”“Don’t be a dork. It was my idea. Besides, I’m always up for trying new things. Go back to your work, Miles, and I’ll sort you out, okay?”“Thank you,” Miles says.And as Raymond unzips his trousers and pulls his penis out of his underpants, Miles flinches slightly and goes back to working through his paperwork.“When I tap your leg, you’re okay to go,” Raymond says.“All right.”He feels Raymond wrap his lips around him, and Raymond taps his thigh twice. And even though this is incredibly embarrassing, Miles urinates into his husband’s mouth. And he has to admit a sense of relief at finally being able to relieve himself, emptying his painfully full bladder without leaving his desk.After an embarrassingly long time, he stops urinating. Raymond lets go, tucks Miles back into his clothes and crawls out from under the desk.“Is that better, Miles?” he says.“Much. Thank you, Raymond.”“No problem.” Raymond gets to his feet and gives Miles an awkward hug. “Uh, can I help myself to some tea?”Miles smiles, trying to push memories of weird dreams out of his mind (they never turned him on, but he has had many a dream about urinating on or inside people; specially, Raymond, his husband of five years), nodding. “Of course. And thank you again, Raymond.”“Not a problem, Miles,” Raymond says. “I, well, I’m always happy to do things for you.”Without looking up from his paperwork (which he can now work through much faster), Miles raises an eyebrow. “Are you trying to tell me you’re submissive, Raymond?”“Maybe. Hey, we’re a right sight, aren’t we? An asexual dom with a nonsexual piss kink, and his submissive husband who just happen to be total opposites in personality and the courtroom.”“Yes,” Miles says, not really in the mood for Raymond to reminisce about their relationship. He glances up. “If you leave me to finish my work, I suppose we could do something like this in bed this evening.”Raymond blushes, nods and dashes out of the room, calling, “See you later, Miles,” over his shoulder.Miles shakes his head slightly and continues to work through his incredibly boring paperwork, still amazed with what just happened.