TOY BOY by clueless_psycho

Aya squirmed at the feel of the dildo rubbing up the crack of his ass. But he was a big boy, he could take it like one. Still he had to clutch the bedsheet tightly for support.

He groaned when the dildo moved in and out, rubbing his sweet spot again and again.

“Crawford, bastard! Don’t do that!” he hissed through gritted teeth, yet he lifted his ass a bit higher for better access.

As if Crawford would listen to him. He just kept going with slow, maddening pace with one hand, while his other hand rubbed Aya’s butt lovingly.

He only stopped when Aya had gotten so hard that his precome dripped onto the bedsheet. Aya inhaled deeply and rolled over to look at Crawford, his erection jutted out, thick and hard and shameless.

Crawford switched the vibrator on. It kicked inside Aya with a soft, purring sound and Aya bit his lower lips at the arousal.

“Just fuck me, Crawford,” he had to bed too.

“No,” Crawford shook his head. “I have a surprise for you. Now, be a good boy and continue this.”

Aya shot Crawford a dirty glare. Still he shifted his legs further apart to give Crawford full access.

First Crawford wrapped a small pink silk ribbon around his cock, starting from the root, around the shaft and tied just under the head. Aya sighed and half closed his eyes, concentrating on the nice feeling of being wrapped like that. Next, Crawford slid a pink g-string up his legs. Pink as in pink, Aya snorted in disgust. The g-string settled around his hips tightly, confining his erection rather painfully and torturing the cleft between his ass.

G-string in place, Crawford tugged Aya up to stand up to he could put in a pink pleated skirt around his hips. The skirt was so short, the hem fell a couple of inches below his ass. Aya made a mental note that he should never bend over to show people what’s underneath the frilly skirt. And pink.

At least the sweater was white, but all the outfits made him looked like a candy nonetheless.

“Ready,” said Crawford, brushing the bangs that fell on Aya’s face. “You look good.”

“You’re a bastard,” Aya cursed.

“We know that already.” Crawford smirked. “Now go.”

Aya snorted once again and made up to leave the room, taking a pair of pink thong sandals with him. He did not try to look back before shutting the door behind him.

This is insane, he thought as he inhaled deeply, leaning on the door. Why did I even agree to wear this silly clothes?

But he had promised and he was not used to break promises. Besides, he’s a big boy, he could handle this like a big boy. Only thirty minutes, then he’d got his reward. Or so, Crawford said.

At least Crawford was sensible enough not to do this in one of the love hotels they usually visited. They’re in a private apartment building, a private unit owned by Crawford’s friend who was away on vacation for three months and had left the key to Crawford. The apartment had a private elevator that stopped only at the lobby and the basement parking area. Aya chose to get off at the basement, knowing that there would not be too many people there.

And the apartment was far enough from the Koneko or the police office so the possibilities of him bumping into any of his Weiss mates or Birman or Manx was almost zero. And he prayed that it was also far enough from where Schwarz resided.

Aya balled his fists, wincing at the uneasy feeling up his ass as he crossed the basement parking.

He successfully reached the gate without stroking through the skirt. Damn, but that was all he could think about right now.

It was almost midnight and there were not too many people in the street either. There was a twenty four hours convenience store and that was where Aya headed now. It took ten minutes to go there, he’d spend five minutes inside, and walked back to the apartment for ten minutes, and then… and then…

He felt that he had wetted his g-string all over.

Steeling himself, he walked forward and again, successfully reached the store without rubbing his hips against the wall.

Oh man, he so wanted to come now. Damn Crawford and all his kinky idea. Aya swore that if what Crawford would reward him was not up to his expectation, he was going to tie Crawford in the bed and show him how to do it right.

Aya wiped his forehead.

“You okay?” a male voice in his ear jolted him and he blinked at the sight of a face so close to him.

He took a deep breath, parted his lips to say “yes, thankyou”, but clammed them shut before any words came out. Surely he wouldn’t give away to the man in front of him that he was not a girl by speaking.

He only nodded and bowed a little.

“Be careful,” the man smiled at him. “You really shouldn’t walk around alone at times like this. Things happen.”

Aya nodded again and slipped away, entering the shop.

He picked up a basket and went straight to the snacks section. He always got so hungry after having sex with Crawford that he ate a lot after that. He chose two packs of rice crackers, some breads, banana and canned cold tea.

The cashier only looked briefly at him as he said,”Welcome.” It was a relieved change from stares he usually got during routine grocery shoppings, even though he always did that in the same store near Koneko hundreth of times. The cashier quickly rang his purchase and said aloud the total amount.

“Whoho… nice legs!” a mocking voice behind him almost made Aya swirl around and swing his katana. Except that he did not have his katana now and if he swung around…

Aya kept quiet and handed the cashier his money.

“Say, honey,” whoever mocked him earlier had decided to go bolder as to shove his face to Aya’s cheeks from behind. “Why don’t we go and party somewhere? You look… utterly delicious.”

It took Aya sheer effort to keep his infamous “shi-ne” to escape from his lips.

The cashier handed him back his change and the jerk had decided to risk his neck and felt Aya’s ass.

Aya swung around and punched him square in the face.

The cashier screamed as the jerk fell. Without doubt, it attracted attention from a few patrons inside the store.

Aya hold his breath as he felt all eyes were on him now. He cursed his own stupidity in the general and Crawford in particular.

“You’re pretty strong for a girl, aren’t you?” said the cashier as a security guard entered to check on the mess.

Aya quickly grabbed his plastic bag and ran out of the store, shoving the security guard on his way, as the guard tried to grab him.

He kept on running back to the apartment, and he did not stop until he was inside the safety of the parking area. He leaned at the wall, catching his breath, calming down.

Crawford was so going to pay for this, he decided as he punched the button to call the elevator down.

Oh yeah, he would not even give a shit about the reward Crawford was going to give him. He would just grab Crawford, drag him to the bed and coax his come as violently as possible. Aya smirked and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Oh yeah. He grinned. He knew Crawford like it violently.

As he got off, he quickly walked towards the apartment, ignoring all the uneasy and painful feeling inside his ass and around his cock. He pushed the door viciously, kicked the sandals as he slammed the door shut.

He dropped the plastic bag carelessly, absentmindedly as he was hit by an unexpected view in front of him.

Crawford had turned all the lamps off except the small one by the door and replaced the light with candles. Lots of candles. He himself was half sitting at his side , facing the door, in the bed, wearing only his glasses and black, silk ribbon around his fully erect cock. He was holding a crystal flute full with champagne.

He smiled at Aya. “Welcome back. Have a good time?”

Aya blinked, could not take his eyes of the fully erect cock between Crawford’s thighs. To think what Crawford had done to wake it up like that…

“Bastard!” Aya yelled as he crossed the floor, pulling his sweater off his head as he did so. “You’re so gonna pay for this.”

“I know.” Crawford dipped one finger inside the champagne and lifted it to his lips to suck on as he put the flute on the nightstand.

Aya did not bother with the skirt. He grabbed Crawford’s ankles and pulled him into a position where he was flat on his back and his legs bent up and spread apart. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, Aya pulled the black ribbon off and claimed his reward with his mouth.

Crawford quickly slipped his fingers in Aya’s hair and pushed his head down.

Aya did not even try to be a bit gentle and Crawford had to gasp and pant as Aya gave him a violent blowjob and toyed with his balls as if there were rubber balls. Not that he minded. He encouraged Aya by massaging his scalp and moaning out his name, “Uuugghhh… oh yes, yes, Aya… oh, oh, oh… harder, baby… harder…”

Aya did not stop until Crawford ejaculated. He only pulled Crawford out a bit so as not to get choked on the flood of Crawford’s seed.

When not a drop was left off Crawford’s seed, Aya pulled out completely and wiped his lips with a smug grin. Crawford gave him a little smile.

“Good, isn‘t it?” he teased as he reached out to brush Aya’s bangs from his face.

“Fuck your idea!” Aya blurted, his eyes glaring daggers to Crawford. “You should’ve told me that someone was gonna feel my ass!”

“Ow?” Crawford gave him a mocking frown. “Did he make you horny too?”

Aya grunted and moved to grab the lube jar from the night stand. Crawford caught his wrist and pulled Aya to fall on his chest.

“No need,” he whispered in husky, desperate voice. “I’ve prepared myself.” He sneaked his hand under Aya’s skirt to rip the g-string off. He slipped his hand between Aya’s butt to click the button to increase the vibrator’s frequency. “All you need to do is…” He moved his hand to untie the ribbon around Aya’s cock. “giving me one hard stroke, all at once.”

Aya inhaled deeply, melted in the touch of Crawford’s fingers along his shaft and the vibration against his sweet spot. “If you wish,” he said, his voice cracked already.

Crawford helped Aya into position between his legs. Aya arranged the hem of the skirt around his waist and gripped on Crawford’s hips tightly. Crawford lifted his hips up a few inches.

One hard stroke, all at once, just as Crawford wished and Aya was completely inside Crawford’s body. Crawford gasped and arched sharply at the penetration, but it was Aya who had to brace his arms so as not to fall on top of Crawford.

“Good?” asked Crawford, cupping Aya’s startled face with his hands.

“Umm… yeah,” Aya nodded. “Tight. Hot. Slick,” he murmured as he shook his head slowly to clear his mind. This was his first time to be inside Crawford and he wondered why he kept so long before he finally did that. It was exquisite. Fantastic. Heaven.

Again, Crawford brushed his bangs away from his face. “When you’re ready, you can move,” he murmured.

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