SPECIAL DELIVERY by clueless_psycho

Aya frowned at the scribble on the order paper. “What is this?” he asked Ken, since he recognized Ken’s terrible handwriting right away.

“Dunno,” Ken shrugged. “Omi is looking for them now.”

Aya chuckled. So, it was really something he never heard before, not just Ken’s handwriting. At least the address was clear enough and he knew where it was. It was some luxurious apartment buildings where the rich and richest people kept their toys.

“Who ordered this?” asked Aya again. “And for whom?”

“Dunno.” Ken shrugged again. “The girl who spoke on the phone couldn’t stop giggling and it took me thirty minutes just to get the address. Maybe she has a crush on whoever lives in that address. She definitely wants all kept secret.”

No surprise here.

“How does she pay?” Aya finally asked the most important question of all. “Does she realize that this kind of flowers cost her a fortune?”

“She has transferred the money directly to the shop’s bank account. Apparently, she knew the exact price.”

Aya shrugged. Now that everything seemed to be in order, he had no further hesitation.

The greenhouse door was kicked open and Omi entered, carrying a bunch of flowers wrapped in soft paper.

“They’re here,” he announced. “Fuck! Next time, I don’t wanna deal with finding some strange flowers!”

He dropped the flowers on the table carelessly. “Have fun, Aya-kun,” he said before disappearing behind the door, with Ken on his heels.

Aya stared at the flowers for several good minutes. He had never seen the flowers before, but he must admit that the flowers were beautiful and worth all the efforts Omi had taken to find them. And the price too. It looked like a cross between lilies and cattleya, only they were neither lilies nor cattleya. Lilies simply did not come in that violet colour, while the petals were too smooth to be cattleya. The leaves were light green and looked like hibiscus leaves.

Aya picked up the flowers and raised it to his eye level to examine it.

To put it blatantly, he had never seen any flowers that matched his eye colour.

He frowned.

He brought the flowers close to his nose to smell it. The scent was a mix between lavender and moon orchid. A bit heady, but almost transparent too.

Whoever created the flowers deserved a Nobel prize, he decided.

He checked the order note again. No special requirements except to wrap them nicely in clear plastic wrap and pink ribbon. Pink, Aya snorted as he pulled a plastic wrap out of the shelf. But he agreed that that was the best way to deliver the flowers in. Whoever received it might want to put it in crystal vase because that’s how they would look the best.

He took little plant scissors and cut the stem a bit. White sticky fluid dripped from the fresh cut, the smell was headier than the flowers. One drop fell on Aya’s hand. Since it didn’t trigger anything like itchness or soreness, Aya ignored it. He continued tidying up the stem before rolling them in the plastic wrap and tied them with pink ribbon.

When all was done, he smiled. He felt good to see his perfect handycraft.

Carrying the bouquet, Aya went out to the shop section of Koneko where Omi was attending the cash register and Ken busy watering the plants.

“I’m going now. Anything else to deliver?” asked Aya.

Omi shook his head, his eyes glued on the shop’s cashbook he was doing.

“Don’t take the motorcycle,” said Ken. “I have to repair the brake.”

“But the van is still in the workshop as well,” Omi said.

Ken shrugged. “Sorry. Can you take your car?”

“I’ll take the subway,” said Aya. Surely, people wouldn’t believe that he’s a flowershop delivery boy if he showed up in his Porsche, right?

“Be careful with the flowers,” warned Omi.

There was a reason why Aya preferred to avoid taking the subway, or any other public transportation, if he could help it. He did not like being surrounded by strangers. People tended to look at him with amused expression in their face to see his crimson hair and violet eyes and he hated it mostly because he did not understand why people looked at him that way. People had their hair bleached or dyed in any colour possible, including crimson, why should his hair made any difference? Why should people wonder whether he was a natural redhead or not?

He also did not like having to touch or be touched by other people, although not unintentionally.

As he jumped inside a subway car, he felt feverish already. He took a deep breath and grab one of the handles above his head for support, another hand hugging the flowers possessively.

As much as he tried to shift a bit as more and more people entered the car, he finally came to the point where there were no more rooms for him to move and had to surrender being sandwiched between bodies. He felt choked at the closed space, he felt hot, especially below his navel.

He cursed himself for not wearing jacket over his shortsleeved shirt. People’s skin brushing against his skin made him tingle all over.

Their breath sounded delicious. Like soft moans. Throaty whimpers. Creating erotic images in his mind.

As if he was horny.

Aya took a deep breath, inhaling the flower scent deep into his lungs.

Fuck, I’m horny, Aya blinked at the realization.

Aya cursed himself some more for suddenly becoming horny in the wrong place and certainly wrong time. Frantically, he tried to find out why. He ran his gaze slowly around him, trying to find the possible cause of the arousal.

Maybe those schoolgirls in short, short pleated skirts, revealing smooth, nice legs.

Maybe that pretty woman in little, tight, red dress that showed more skins that covered them. The woman was looking at him right now, smiling sweetly, her red lips promised honey and cream.

That guy in jeans over there surely had the best ass in the world.

Aya blinked again, shook his head and focused his vision to whatever outside the subway window.

He sighed his relief that his trip ended before it became unbearable to him. As he jumped out of the subway, he contemplated of going to the toilet first to take care of the growing need inside his pants or quickly delivered the flowers and quickly went back to the shop and to his bedroom to take care of the need in uninterrupted peace.

Aya inhaled deeply, trying to regain his self control. It was silly. He had gotten horny for no reason, he had to be able to handle it. It was not that bad.

Maybe he just happened to wear the wrong pants. They’re certainly too tight.

Feeling calmer and more in control after a few breathing in and breathing out, Aya walked out of the station to cover the last few hundred meters to his destination on foot.

Which turned out to be a hellish short distance as all he felt like doing was pressing his groin on the wall and rubbed up and down to satisfy the itchiness.

By the time he entered the apartment building, he was sweating through his shirt. He decided that after delivering the flower, he would find the nearest public toilet. He could not contain the need to touch himself anymore. Damn with e everything else in the room.

“You okay?” asked the security guards where he reported to at the lobby.

Aya only nodded, his fingers curled highly around the bouquet stem.

“We don’t usually let delivery people to enter the units themselves, but there is a request here that you should delivery it personally,” said the security guard.

Yeah, yeah, whatever…

“The elevator is right there,” the security guard pointed one direction and Aya flew after quickly muttering a ‘thankyou’.

Aya almost gave up as the elevator took him up his last few tenth meters. The door opened just as he slid his hand under his shirt to touch his navel.

He thanked all the gods in the nirvana when he found out that there was only one door in that floor. Must be the penthouse. Which meant, his duty would be done soon.

He pressed the bell at the door.

Waited in vain.

The door stayed closed for a few agonizing minutes.

Aya pressed the bell again, suppressing his frustration.

He needed… needed… quickly…

Still nobody answered the door.

Aya groaned. He could not take this any longer.

The door opened and Crawford’s face came to view.

Aya gasped, blinked, gasped again…

Crawford was wearing his usual cruel smirk, but without glasses. And as Aya’s eyes traveled down, he found out that other than that smirk, the Oracle was only wearing a dog collar around his neck and a G-string around his hips.

Aya never wondered how Crawford looked beneath his impeccable, expensive suit, but now that he saw it, he could not help thinking that Crawford looked utterly delicious.

Aya stuck his tongue out to wet his terribly dry lips, wondering whether it was only his imagination or the bulge between Crawford’s thighs were really throbbing.

But one thing for sure, his own bulge was throbbing rather painfully.

And he could use those thinlipped mouth, they looked like they could do the job better than his hand.

Crawford leaned on the doorframe, staring at him with amusement in his eyes.

Aya grabbed the collar and pulled Crawford inside the apartment. “Come here, dog boy,” he hissed, unable to control himself anymore.

One door inside the penthouse was open, revealing a master bedroom with king sized bed. Aya dragged Crawford there and threw him to the bed. After kicking his shoes off, Aya joined Crawford in the bed, climbing up the Oracle’s body as he popped the button of his jeans open.

Next thing down was the zipper and Aya wiggled his pants down low enough to free his shameless little penis out of his briefs. He squirmed at the sight of his erection, it was hard and hot and dripping already.

Aya looked up and met Crawford’s eyes, flickering with amusement. Aya scowled. “You’re so going to take that,” he hissed through gritted teeth as he grabbed a handful of Crawford’s hair and pushed him down.

Aya groaned sharply as his cock disappeared inside Crawford’s mouth, so deep, the head touched the throat. Placing his hands on Aya’s hips, Crawford helped Aya fucking his mouth frantically.

“Damn you… daaammnnn… you….aah aaahhhh…,” Aya moaned as Crawford rolled his erection with his tongue. Slowly, but knew very well how to do it. Just like he needed it.

Aya was panting helplessly, sweating like crazy and shoving his cock in and out of Crawford’s mouth frantically, trying to satisfy himself, trying to make himself come. He wanted Crawford to suck him harder, to blow him faster, but Crawford… Crawford…

Crawford had thick, long fingers.

Licking his lips again, Aya whimpered, ”Fingers… fingers, Crawford… finger me…”

Crawford slipped his fingers in Aya’s mouth. Aya sucked them greedily, wetted them with as much saliva as possible before pulled them out. Crawford ran his slicked fingertips slowly along Aya’s shirt. He sneaked his hand beneath the shirt to toy with Aya’s nipples.

“Nononono… mmmmhhhh…” Aya braced his arms harder on the pillow, drowning himself to the pool of intense pleasure.

Just as he thought that it couldn’t get more intense, one slicked finger rubbed up the crack of his ass, causing him to yelp.

When second finger joined, Aya was torn between wanting to shove into Crawford’s mouth or to his fingers. He finally concentrated on the latter, moaning everytime Crawford rubbed his sweetspot.

Aya hissed when Crawford slid his fingers out and shoved him gently. Crawford tackled him to lie on the bed.

“So much for wanting you do me,” Crawford scowled as he yanked his collar off.

Aya quickly unbuttoned his shirt, letting Crawford loop the collar around his neck. He did not care anymore. He wanted to come. Very badly. And if that meant that he had to become Schwarz dogboy, that was fine with him.

Next came was a pair of wrist cuffs, which Crawford used to attach his hands to the bedrail over his head.

And a cockring.

“Nonononono!” he screamed.

A spank on his butt calmed him down.

Crawford leaned down to grab a handful of Aya’s hair. “How do you want me?” he asked coldly as he ripped his G-string off.

“Hard,” Aya panted as he lifted his legs on Crawford’s shoulders.

* * * * *

Five hours, two bottles of gels, six mindblowing orgasms and another subway trip later, Aya entered the Koneko slumpily. Spent, exhausted, cursing himself for doing it with Crawford.

“Aya-kun!” Omi yelped as Aya entered the living room of their apartment. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Aya shrugged.

“I just checked the internet,” said Omi, his expression turned sheepish. “The flowers you just delivered, they’re specially created to make aphrodisiac, the fluid being the strongest part.”

Aya sighed.

Omi blinked. “You okay?” he insisted.

“Look, I’m okay.” Aya pulled the fridge door open and frowned to see a stem of that flower sat inside. “What is this flower doing here?”

“If the flower is kept in the fridge, the fluid is still eligible for one month,” answered Yohji who showed up out of nowhere, grinning from ear to ear. “I think it’s rather handy to have it around.”

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