Flashing vermilion – tropical bromeliad – poisoned delight
Yohji sighed, his head resting on the cool wooden counter top as he toyed absently with a pencil. Aya was across the room putting the final touches on a special order- a tropical bromeliad. Its tongue-like leaves a glossy emerald, its waxy petals a flushed rose. The quiet man was quick and efficient, every movement economical in its use of energy expanded.
His eyes at half-mast, Yohji leered at the line of red nail marks showing below the hem of that garish orange sweater. He licked his lips in memory of pinning the younger man against the dresser and thrusting up into delicious tight, clenching heat. His body flushed as the sound of a strangled gasp reverberated in his mind's eye. He bit his lip to stifle a moan and then cursed out loud, tumbling from his perch on the stool. The overhead lights glinted off quivering pruning shears sticking straight up where his cheek had rested moments before.
"What the fuck?" he shouted angrily, running a hand irritated through his loose hair in agitation.
Aya narrowed his eyes, glaring at the blond over his shoulder while he tugged his sweater lower. "Shi-ne, Kudoh, shi-ne." he hissed.
Yohji couldn't help but chuckle at the red tinge of embarrassment on his lover's cheeks as he turned back to his work.