It's okay, [he murmurs, eyes going half-lidded as the vines slide down inside his clothes, squirming against his skin and seeking, dragging their smooth, wet tips over his aching cock. he groans helplessly in relief and lets tim slide down into the waiting mouth of the giant flower, leaning over him and tenderly brushing a strand of hair back from his face, apparently not minding the vine bulging from between tim's lips.]
Just drink, nice and deep. You'll feel so good, I promise. All they want to do is make you feel good.
[ one of the vines with a bulbous, suggestive end drags wetly over jason's cheek as if summoned, and jason turns slightly to take it in his mouth, suckling obediently, throat working as he swallows. his expression is blissed out as the vines under his clothes continue squirming like caressing fingers. the tiniest vines inside tim's suit are doing the same, moving unerringly downwards and rippling under the fabric. ]
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Just drink, nice and deep. You'll feel so good, I promise. All they want to do is make you feel good.
[ one of the vines with a bulbous, suggestive end drags wetly over jason's cheek as if summoned, and jason turns slightly to take it in his mouth, suckling obediently, throat working as he swallows. his expression is blissed out as the vines under his clothes continue squirming like caressing fingers. the tiniest vines inside tim's suit are doing the same, moving unerringly downwards and rippling under the fabric. ]