“That one needs to be trimmed,” Cypress said, wrapping his thick arms around Tom’s waist. He leaned in close and kissed his neck. “Take off the little leaves, cut the end of the stem at an angle, and then you pop it in.”
Tom shivered, unconsciously tilting his body into Cypress’s embrace as he tried to get the flower ready. Flashes of heat were prickling down his neck from Cypress’s kisses, and he stammered, “L-like this?”
“Very good.” Cypress began to unbutton Tom’s shirt, pulling it loose from his pants. “Mmm, just grab that last little leaf there at the top.”
Tom tried to stay focused on the flower, but he was more concerned with Cypress’s hands. “Uh, you, you mean this one here?”
“Uh huh.” Cypress pressed close and began to loosen Tom’s belt. His lips ghosted over his ear, his hand sliding low on his stomach, caressing him slowly.
“And now?” Tom felt his stomach flip pleasantly, his body quickly responding to Cypress’s touches. His cock was thickening up in his pants, trapped against his thigh by the tight fabric.
“Still gotta cut the end.” Cypress nodded at a small knife. He kissed Tom’s neck, right behind his ear, and he began to slip his fingers into his underwear.
Tom twitched when Cypress’s long fingers teased around the base of his cock, and he was getting hot all over. His hand shook when he picked up the knife, carefully cutting the end of the flower.
“Very good,” Cypress praised, continuing to paw at Tom’s cock and sliding his other hand around to palm his ass. “Now put it in the foam.”
Tom found a good place for it, as good as he could anyway while being groped. He started to turn so he could kiss Cypress, wanting to get his hands on him, too.
But Cypress held him in place, chastising, “Ah, ah. We’re not done with the flowers, are we?”
“This is my punishment, isn’t it?” Tom groaned, gasping sharply when Cypress nipped at his jaw.
“Part of it,” Cypress replied, now nuzzling the spot he’d bitten. The tips of his fingers petted Tom’s cock, pulling it out from his pants and starting to stroke.
Tom picked up another flower, trying to pull off the leaves and nearly ripping it in half. Cypress’s strong grip was a powerful distraction, and Tom nearly moaned when he began to speed up.
Right as it was feeling really damn good, Cypress stopped. He slid Tom’s shirt off his shoulders, pressing kisses along his collarbone. “Go on,” he urged. “Gotta finish this up before we go to bed.”
Gritting his teeth, Tom picked up more flowers to put into the basket. A few of them were crooked and not very clean, but he would blame Cypress pinching his nipples for those. As the basket began to fill out, his mistakes were easily hidden.
Cypress kept petting Tom’s nipples, stroking them both until they were hard, and making him shudder. Cypress dragged his hands down his chest, tracing the curve of his belly before grabbing his cock again.
“Fuck,” Tom hissed. He couldn’t believe how sensitive he was right now, his nipples throbbing and every inch of his skin tingling with excitement.
Cypress squeezed his cock, his thumb playing in the leaking pre-come and rubbing it all over his slick head. He kissed at Tom’s neck again, teasing here and there with his teeth. “I can’t wait to be inside you again.”
“Fuck,” Tom said again, his vocabulary reduced to that single word as Cypress continued to torture him. He couldn’t stop squirming, and every little touch was making him ache. He would start to get so close, his thighs shaking with the urge to come, but Cypress would stop before he could.
“Missed a spot,” Cypress said, eyeing the bouquet before turning his attention back to Tom’s neck.
“I can’t… mmm… Cypress.” Tom grunted. “I need to fuckin’ come. Please.”
“Not until you’re done,” Cypress taunted, his lips brushing over Tom’s ear. “You’re so very close.”
“Please.” Tom leaned into Cypress’s mouth, dropping the little knife and reaching up to stroke his beard. His heart was pounding away, and he was positively writhing now. “Let me come, and I’ll do whatever you want.”
“You’re going to do that anyway.” Cypress chuckled, taking Tom’s hand and redirecting it to the knife. “Just a few more peonies. Maybe then I’ll let you come.”
“I’m sorry,” Tom panted as he struggled to trim up the last of the flowers. “I’m sorry I went to work. I know it was stupid, and, and mmm… and I need to learn to do things for me.”
“See, you say that, but then you do the opposite.”
“I know,” Tom said, his hips bucking as Cypress grabbed his cock again. “I will get better. I will.”
“Mm, maybe I haven’t been giving you the right motivation,” Cypress mused, all his strokes feather-light and teasing.
“I’m feeling pretty motivated right about now.” Tom stabbed the very last flower into the basket, having to use all his willpower to give his work a serious examination to ensure it would pass Cypress’s inspection.
