Roses for the Season

Matentines. The season of unconditional sex and breeding. The scent of chocolate and sex saturated the air, but there was another scent that clung onto the seasonal winds.

Roses. The soft, velvety flower was usually seen as nothing more than a pretty decoration. However, whenever Matentines rolled around, buns would go crazy trying to get their hands on any and all roses they could. Most flower shops were more than happy to raise the price of the beloved flower to insane heights as the season went into full swing. Such was the current predicament for Cinnamon as he went to five different flower shops in Burrowgatory.

“Are you KIDDING me?!” Cinnamon couldn’t help but scream as he looked at the price of a single rose. “A hundred and fifty carats?!” This was the sixth store Cinnamon had gone to. The bun was just about to rip his hair out as he shouted loudly in the city streets. Uncaring of the buns who stopped to stare at him. Cinnamon had gone to just about every shop now, trying to do his best to compare the prices of roses in order to find the best deal he could but… It seemed like every store was conspiring on what the prices should be. So far there weren't any roses going cheaper than hundred carats and those looked pretty worse for wear.

Cinnamon was hunched over in dismay as he felt the crippling despair of having an empty wallet meant during Matentines. All Cinnamon wanted to do was get a few roses to give to Wilde. It really shouldn’t be some sort of herculean act and yet here he was flowerless. There wasn’t a single place where he could get his hands on a bouquet for less than nearly a grand for fuck’s sake! Straightening himself up, Cinnamon took a deep breath in as he readjusted his glasses. Clapping his hands together, the red haired bun just tried to pull himself together. 

“There just has to be another place where I can get some roses! There just has to be!” Cinnamon quietly tried to psych himself up for another flower shop hunt. The red haired bun dusted himself off as he turned away from the overpriced shop. He was certain that there had to be at least one place where he would be able to get a good price on a bouquet.

“THREE HUNDRED CARATS?!” Cinnamon’s screech was loud enough to echo across Burrowgatory. Corvats and chirops flew off from nearby buildings in fear of such a gut wrenching shriek. The bun could feel his soul leaving his body as he looked at the price tag. This was the last known flower shop, his last hope, and after hours of travelling it was all for nothing. Cinnamon couldn’t believe he had gone through all this effort and all he got out of it was just soul crushing disappointment. The glasses wearing bun was certain that this was the end of the line. That he would have to return to his shared home, empty handed and tell Wilde that he wasn’t able to find any roses. With a heavy sigh, Cinnamon turned away from the store front. Just preparing himself for the long walk home.

“HEY!” A feminine voice cried out as Cinnamon had bumped into someone while turning to leave. The red haired bun grunted as he looked down to see the familiar face of one of his co-workers. Miami was just huffing a little as she readjusted her bouquet. “Watch where you’re going-! Oh!” The pink bun stopped her complaining when she realised who she had collided with. “Cinnamon! What are you doing here?”

Cinnamon looked at Miami as he opened his mouth a little. Eyes going right to the large, beautiful bouquet of roses the other bun was holding in her arms. From a slight gap to just fully hanging open, Cinnamon grabbed at Miami’s shoulders. “How did YOU afford a bouquet like that?!” The bun couldn’t help but shake Miami a little as he shouted. The pink bun was just yelping as she held on tight to her flowers. She stomped hard on Cinnamon’s foot. The other bun yelled in pain as he hopped back, away from Miami, as he held his injured foot.

“Unholy father!” Miami steadied herself as she swore. “Calm down! I didn’t pay for these flowers!” Cinnamon’s eyes only widened further as he opened his mouth. “Before you ask, I did some modelling work.” Miami interrupted the red haired bun as she straightened out her jacket.

“Where?!” Cinnamon nearly tried to grab at Miami once more, but stopped himself when he saw that she had her foot ready to crush his toes again. “I’ve been looking all over Burrowgatory for a bouquet like that!”

Miami sighed as she looked at Cinnamon. Rolling her eyes a little as she hummed. “I suppose I’ll tell you since you’re so desperate. There’s a florist named Vesta, not too far from here, she’s willing to give roses to buns that she likes the look of in exchange for modelling work.” The pink haired bun pulled a piece of paper with directions out of her pocket as she handed it over to Cinnamon. “She still needs some models so you should go over and see if she’d take you.”

Cinnamon gladly took the directions as he beamed with hope. “Perfect! Thank you so much Miami!” The man grabbed the other bun up into a crushing hug. Miami could only squeak out a faint “you’re welcome” as she just patted her co-worker’s back. “I’m sure if she picked you out for this gig then I’m going to be a shoe-in for a bouquet twice as large as yours!” Cinnamon dropped the pink bun quickly as she screamed. He already knew that she would most likely harm his most sensitive parts for saying a statement he thought was true.

Following the directions Miami gave him, Cinnamon found himself standing in front of a rather nice town house on the outskirts of Burrowgatory. The white picket fence around it kept a nice beautiful garden undisturbed by visitors and passers by alike. Cinnamon’s eyes were wide behind his glasses as he carefully made his way up to the door. The bun put on his most confident aura, a charming smile, and just did his best to look well kept and groomed before he knocked on the door.

When the door opened, Cinnamon couldn’t help that his eyes instinctively went towards the homeowner’s chest. A chest that was a great pair of fully nude breasts.

Vesta stared at the red faced stammering bun on her doorstep as she gently gnawed on her ball gag. Waiting patiently for the other to look up from her breasts, something that took Cinnamon a good five minutes to do. Cinnamon couldn’t help but nervously look up at Vesta’s eyes. “Uh, hello there! It’s nice to meet you, um…” Vesta couldn’t help but smile a little at the way Cinnamon stuttered “my friend, Miami, told me this was a place I could get flowers in exchange for some modelling work.”

Pink eyes scanned up and down Cinnamon’s body. Vesta gently bit on her ball gag as she thought about his appearance. Cinnamon was starting to get tense as the seconds ticked by while Vesta debated on having him be one of her models. The woman soon came to a decision as she nodded a little. Moving her hands to sign her answer fully. “Alright, come in. I’m sure I can use you with another bun who came today looking for some roses.” Cinnamon’s gold eyes widened happily as he started to go into the white haired bun’s home.

Vesta closed the door behind him as Cinnamon stood in her living room. Turning to look over at the silent woman. “Alright, so what sort of modelling work is this? And who am I working with?” Cinnamon’s questions would soon be answered as Vesta gestured for Cinnamon to follow her to a guest room. When the pair entered it, Vesta signed out her request for Cinnamon.

“I need you to fully undress and put on the outfit on the bed.”

Cinnamon couldn’t help but blink as he looked at Vesta’s hands. His mouth slightly agape as he looked up at her. “Can you repeat real quick?” The bun couldn’t process what Vesta had signed. He honestly could barely believe it when she signed out the exact same phrase once more. Cinnamon’s face heated up as he finally understood that she was being one hundred percent serious. “W-WHAT?!” The red haired bun was just stammering as he rubbed his face. “What sort of modelling gig is this?!” Vesta sighed heavily through her nose as she went over and held an outfit similar to her own current one. Cinnamon was blushing hard as he tried to imagine himself wearing such an openly revealing outfit. 

“It’s a modelling gig for a luxury BDSM clothing line. This is our new Matentines inspired collection.” Vesta signed as she placed the outfit back down on the bed. “We were inspired by old tales of Demons picking out virgins to be their unholy lovers. This is inspired by what they call brides.” Cinnamon was just baulking a little as Vesta talked about the inspiration behind the outfit. “So you’ll be wearing our bridal inspired collection while your modelling partner will wear our groom inspired one. Then we’ll go out to my backyard to take some photos in front of my extensive rose garden with you two posed. After that you’ll get your roses and get to keep the outfit as a special little bonus.”

Cinnamon made a noise as he looked at Vesta and then at the outfit… While he didn’t like the thought of Wilde potentially seeing an ad with him and some other bun scantily clad together, he wanted to give the other a bouquet for their first Matentines together. Plus, he would get some nice and rather expensive lingerie out of this experience. It would certainly be an added bonus to his Matentines gift for Wilde. “Alright, I’ll put it on… But do you have to be in here while I change?” Vesta tilted her head a little, chuckling softly as she nodded.

“Yes, I need to make sure that you put on the garments correctly and don’t accidentally rip or ruin it before we do our photoshoot.” Well, Cinnamon couldn’t argue with that as he started to change out of his normal outfit and into the beautiful and exposing garments provided for him. Vesta would help to gently fix up areas of the lingerie and properly fit Cinnamon’s privates in a professional manner. Once everything was one, Vesta smiled from under her ball gag as she took off Cinnamon’s glasses.

“Perfect, you look absolutely stunning.” Vesta signed out her compliment. “Now, if you’ll follow me. I’ll introduce you to your partner outside. After that you’ll need to put on the ball gag so you won’t be able to talk.” Cinnamon swallowed the lump in his throat as he started to follow the white haired bun out to the garden.

Cinnamon had to cover his eyes a little from the lights outside, his eyes sensitive without his glasses on. However, he could make out a very familiar silhouette standing near the rose bushes. Cinnamon’s jaw dropped when his eyes finally focused and the partner for this was none other than the bun he was trying to get these roses for.

Wilde’s eyes were wide as he looked at Cinnamon. Looking him up and down as a dark blush covered his face. “C-Cinnamon?! What are you doing here?” The monochrome haired model covered his mouth in embarrassment as he looked at his boyfriend. Cinnamon’s own face was scarlet as he looked at Wilde and the groom inspired lingerie he was in. A little bit of drool ran down his chin as he felt the bottom of his outfit tighten around his swelling dick.

“I-I could ask YOU the same thing!” Cinnamon just managed to speak up as he swallowed down the drool. Vesta could only look between the two buns. An amused look was in her eyes as she smiled. Signing to the pair. “Do you two already know each other?”

“He’s the one I was getting the roses for!” The pair spoke at the same time in unison. The two blushing harder when they realised that. Vesta chuckled a bit more audibly from behind her gag as she smiled. “That’s perfect then. We like it more when our models have chemistry.” The woman was pleased as she signed for the pair. “It makes for better photos and the added bonus of you two being aroused helps sell the brand.”

Cinnamon’s eyes went wide as he looked down at Wilde’s groin. The other bun was quick to hide his erection. Cinnamon could only look up at Wilde as he gave him a loving smile. Wilde wouldn’t meet his eyes, but he had a soft smile on his lips as well. Vesta was amused by the whole situation as she gently clapped her hands to get the pair’s attention. “Alright, enough of the introductions. Cinnamon, please put in your ball gag and you two get ready for the photo shoot.” Cinnamon could only nod as he put in his heart shaped gag.

Vesta had even given Cinnamon a bouquet with golden spikes in it. Her team was already moving to pose the two into a close scenario. Cinnamon and Wilde were face to face, Cinnamon’s legs entwined with Wilde’s as the buffer man had one hand on Cinnamon’s ass and the other holding one of Cinnamon’s on the bouquet. The two were nearly kissing as she stared into each other’s eyes. Wilde’s lips were slightly open as he looked at his partner. Cinnamon smiled softly from under his gag as he stared up at Wilde with adoration. While he couldn’t say it given the gag, Cinnamon had one thought on his mind.

“I hope you enjoy your roses, lover boy.”