[ Part of Tim wants to believe Jason, believe the complacency that means they're really safe here, and it's very tempting to just believe it that easily, to just trust Jason. But the pollen hasn't gripped him hard enough yet, not enough to sway his sense of caution and alarm - Jason might believe that it's safe, but Jason also has the golden eyes and half-drugged demeanor of someone who's been down here far too long. He's not in full control of himself, Tim knows that much, and maybe he's been stupid to let his wayward brother probably from another dimension carry him off into the depths of the jungle-like complex.
Maybe it's too late to be realising that.
He barely opens his mouth to protest before Jason is moving forward, and the tentacle-like vines are reaching out to welcome them both, wrapping around them. Tim can feel them coiling around his arms and legs, taking his weight and tugging him and Jason forward - he gets the feeling that Jason was going to lay him down there anyway, but even if he wasn't, that's where they're being dragged now. He squirms in Jason's arms, shifts to try and avoid the plants, but they're everywhere, and - there's so many of them. He takes in all the different shapes and sizes of the things, eyes going a little wide, some of the aroused haze clearing as his mind races. He doesn't actually know what those could be for, and he kind of doesn't want to guess, but it's suggestive enough to have him flushing hotly. ]
Wait, that's - that's not - nnmmngh! [ Apparently, trying to protest is frowned upon by the vines. Or maybe it's just that he opened his mouth and they took the invitation. Either way, a slick vine shoves its way into his mouth, spreading sweet, slick nectar over his tongue and almost thrusting itself deep enough to fill his mouth and keep his jaw forced open around its thick length. More vines are investigating his uniform, pushing and pulling and searching for an entrance, but they seem stymied by the armored leather for now, besides a few thin ones that are small enough to creep under the collar of his cape. They have more success with Jason, of course, stroking over his chest and sliding down the front of his pants, rubbing between his legs with what's probably familiar intimacy. ]
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Maybe it's too late to be realising that.
He barely opens his mouth to protest before Jason is moving forward, and the tentacle-like vines are reaching out to welcome them both, wrapping around them. Tim can feel them coiling around his arms and legs, taking his weight and tugging him and Jason forward - he gets the feeling that Jason was going to lay him down there anyway, but even if he wasn't, that's where they're being dragged now. He squirms in Jason's arms, shifts to try and avoid the plants, but they're everywhere, and - there's so many of them. He takes in all the different shapes and sizes of the things, eyes going a little wide, some of the aroused haze clearing as his mind races. He doesn't actually know what those could be for, and he kind of doesn't want to guess, but it's suggestive enough to have him flushing hotly. ]
Wait, that's - that's not - nnmmngh! [ Apparently, trying to protest is frowned upon by the vines. Or maybe it's just that he opened his mouth and they took the invitation. Either way, a slick vine shoves its way into his mouth, spreading sweet, slick nectar over his tongue and almost thrusting itself deep enough to fill his mouth and keep his jaw forced open around its thick length. More vines are investigating his uniform, pushing and pulling and searching for an entrance, but they seem stymied by the armored leather for now, besides a few thin ones that are small enough to creep under the collar of his cape. They have more success with Jason, of course, stroking over his chest and sliding down the front of his pants, rubbing between his legs with what's probably familiar intimacy. ]