[ jason falls for that hard, exhaling sharply, cock jumping, maybe even hard enough for tim to feel it. that makes sense, that makes perfect sense, no one else to see, just him and what belongs to him, and the next time anybody sees either of them it'll be after it's over. he presses a kiss to the faint line of scar tissue there and the mark he'd raised over it-- failing to recognize its significance, that someone had tried to open tim's throat. ]

Just me, [he repeats, sounding more than a little drugged with it. no matter how deliberate and aggressive he's been acting, he's been under the pollen's influence for a lot longer than tim has, and any idea that appeals to his altered instincts sounds like a fabulous one, and automatically trusted. he hasn't been putting real sentences together this entire time, just short strings of impulsive words.]

Okay.

[ for jason, it's incredibly biddable. although maybe this jason has more practice at being biddable than the one tim is used to. ]

Hold onto me.

[ and he sweeps tim up with pollen-enhanced strength in a full on bridal carry like he weighs nothing at all, cradling him close to his chest. ]