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The bell of the flower shop jingles softly as Merry cracks open the door, rendering her exclamation of, “I’m home!” almost redundant as she steps into the store. Tommy raises his head expectantly, pausing from his task of cleaning in order to greet his lover—and before a single word can come out of his mouth, Merry throws herself into his embrace, nuzzling at his chin with a satisfied hum.
“You’re later than the usual,” Tommy says, idly, reaching with one arm to place the broom he’s carrying against the wall as the other wraps around his lover’s back. “Your boss didn’t make you work late, did they?”
“Nope! I just had a little errand to attend to…” She pauses momentarily to continue her onslaught of affection, leaving little pecks and kisses on the side of his face that she can reach. “I’ve been thinking about you all day!” She takes extra care to extend the ‘all’, until the ‘day’ seems nonexistent in comparison.
The comment elicits a chuckle from her lover, who—now with both arms—rocks her slightly and hums slightly to himself, too. “Is that why you’re being so cuddly right now? Did you miss me?”
Merry leans back so she can cup Tommy’s cheeks, meeting him with a face-splitting smile. “...Maybe!” Now she pulls away, squeezing his hand (she can’t bear full separation, not yet)—“Do you need help closing up? I’m just about ready to eat!”
“Well, I’m nearly finished…” Tommy stops to look around, as if trying to spark his memory. “—Actually, there is something you could help me with…”
Most of the evening proceeds as usual. After closing up the flower shop, the two prepare and eat dinner together. But before Tommy can sit down and do his nightly reading, he feels a tug on his sleeve.
“Do you need something, Merry?”
Far departed from how she was just moments before, as they were eating, when she had eagerly chatted about her day, his lover seems hesitant. She shifts from foot to foot, staring down at the ground for a few seconds before finally looking up at him to speak. “There’s something I wanted to try…”
Seconds after that, she’s led him into the bedroom. As Tommy sits down on their bed, Merry pauses to rustle around in her purse—conveniently left on the nightstand from earlier—before pulling out a piece of black cloth. She holds it out for him to see.
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“Is that… a blindfold?”
“Mm-hm,” Merry crawls onto the bed next to him, clutching the fabric of the blindfold close to her. “…Are you okay with wearing it? If you aren’t, I can put it on instead–”
“Of course, Merry.” Tommy opens his palm to accept the blindfold, and leans over to kiss his lover on the forehead. “You know, you don’t have to be nervous about asking for this kind of stuff…”
Merry’s expression brightens; she leans in, captures Tommy’s lips with her own. Momentarily she places the blindfold to the side, allowing her hands to slide down his chest where they come to rest at the hem of his sweater, fidgeting with and tugging at the fabric. Tommy, quick to address her desires, pulls away momentarily to pull the garment off; then he begins unbuttoning his shirt, at least until Merry’s needy hands reach forward to do the job for him.
His hands instead travel to Merry’s waist, hiking up her sweater so that he might run his fingertips along her soft skin, eliciting a soft moan from his lover. He allows himself to be pushed onto his back as Merry begins kissing and nibbling at his chin and her fingers, further down, tickle at the contours of his hips. She slides one hand up to push his shirt further open, where it still hangs off his shoulders—shoulders which she eagerly shifts her attention to, taking a moment to trail her tongue along his collarbone before biting—softly, of course, always softly—at his Adam’s apple, so elegant, so pronounced. Merry can feel the way his throat vibrates as he groans at her touch; she relishes, for a greedy moment, that she could have someone so beautiful, so for herself.
Tommy does not leave her affections unanswered, either. As one hand lay on her waist the other shifts upwards, to cup and knead at her breast through the fabric of her sweater. When Merry moves even further down, he elects to run his fingers through her hair, lightly scratching at her scalp. She very nearly purrs in response. At long last, Merry begins to toy at the zipper of Tommy’s pants, pulling it down slightly before abruptly stopping. Tommy cranes his head to see why, and sees that his lover has reached over to pick up the blindfold, once-abandoned.
She smiles at him. Mischievous. “Just so you know, I hadn’t forgotten.” She says this with a wink, before practically lunging forward to wrap the cloth around Tommy’s head. The fabric is thick, and the blindfold tall enough to cover his vision completely. His lover whispers into his ear: “That errand I mentioned earlier… it was in order to get this.”
Merry pulls away with a giggle. “Tommy… I’m going to need you to stay very still, okay?”
“Wait, we’re not going to need a safe word for this, are we…?”
She leaves him with the very comforting answer of, “Probably not!” Tommy cannot see her move back down once again, but he can feel her shifting on top of him and he can hear the zip of his pants—before she pushes down his boxers slightly to pull his member free. Immediately he gasps; the feeling of Merry’s fingers on him is both unexpected and long-anticipated, and he finds himself digging his own fingers into the sheets in response. Her strokes are practiced and skillful, and Tommy involuntarily bucks his hips when she massages the underside of the head, which causes Merry to suddenly pull her hand away.
“I told you to stay still, didn’t I?” Tommy cannot see the way she smiles to herself, nor can he see that she has slid a hand into her skirt—but when he sharply exhales, digs his fingers further into the sheets, and attempts to brace himself, he can hear her satisfied hum. “Good boy, Tommy,” she purrs, before returning the hand that she had denied him.
Unfortunately his reprieve is very short—though not due to any action on his side, not this time. Just as Tommy feels he is about to come undone, Merry once again stops stroking him; now she places both hands on his hips, holding him down before she hoists herself up and kisses him gently on the lips. The tip of his member brushes slightly against her stomach, but it is dissatisfyingly slight.
“Merry–” The noise he lets out is halfway between a hiss and a groan.
“Do you want to come, Tommy?” He does not need to see to know her face is only an inch away from his. Nor does he need to see to feel her hand, brushing at the skin only an inch away from his length.
He does not need her to tell him to beg, either. “Oh, God —yes, please, Merry–”
“I don’t know, though… I mean, you weren’t able to stay still like I asked you to, huh?”
“Merry–”
“Hmm… I guess I should be asking this,” Merry speaks with false-thoughtfulness, as if she already knew with certainty what she meant to ask. “Do you think you deserve to come, Tommy?”
Tommy doesn’t respond. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to—it’s that right then, in that moment, it feels impossible to think. To speak. When Merry drags a single finger along the underside of his member, from the base to the tip, all he can do is let out a solitary whine.
Merry seems to pause, too. Tommy feels her shuffling above him for several seconds, but he can’t see what she’s doing.
“...You’re allowed to say yes, you know.” And then she slides herself onto him. Neither anticipated nor expected, it shocks Tommy that he doesn’t come right at that moment. Certainly he can no longer restrain himself to idly receiving Merry’s ministrations: with a gasp and a whimper, he blindly grasps for leverage as he bucks into her. Merry, fortunately, does not seem to mind this indiscretion. She cries out with her own pleasure, grinding her hips against his as he meets her movements with fervor.
The anticipation of a release long delayed begins to finally catch up with Tommy. The pleasure that had chased him minutes before soon finds itself returning in full force, and with a few last, forceful movements, he finally climaxes inside of his lover. Merry joins him a few moments later, riding out her orgasm on top of him. Finally, she lets herself collapse onto him.
Tommy reaches up and pulls away the blindfold that had covered his eyes. Merry smiles up at him, just like she always does.
“Wow…” Tommy mumbles, blinking away the lights of the room which suddenly seemed so overpowering. “That was something…”
“...Did you like it?” Her expression is shockingly doe-eyed for what she’s just done.
“Uh–yeah, of course, Merry.” Tommy pulls his lover closer, and she nuzzles into the crook of his neck. “...I like everything that I do with you.”
Merry giggles at that answer. Was he being too sappy?
“Oh, uh—by the way—”
“Yes, Tommy?”
“Did you mean it when you said you’d be willing to wear the blindfold, too?”