[ jason's voice is warm with approval and dreamy with his own pleasure, still braced over tim to watch him flinch and shiver. when he sees that the nectar is being accepted it's apparently his cue to step back and drop the rest of his belts and armor and haul off his own shirt, revealing scars and heavy muscle, skin already patterned with slick trails from the vines. the tendrils swarm to him like affectionate pets, curling over his shoulders and chest and writhing across his belly, edging his half-unzipped fatigues down dangerously low on his hips. the movement of the vines beneath his waistband is unmistakable, coiling around a significant bulge, but not rhythmic, as if the plants were deliberately teasing him with haphazard touches for tim to watch.
when the vines discover that zipper and start peeling down the red robin uniform jason is back in his space, kneeling over him again with a knee between tim's spread thighs, pressing a kiss to the stretched wide corner of his mouth and lapping at the nectar coating tim's lips. his hand flattens down over the widening vee of skin, pushing the zipper down as far as he can to allow the vines more access. he nuzzles at tim's cheek, his jaw, his throat, mouthing and biting, and reaches up to catch one of the sucker headed plants and directs it teasingly down tim's chest, nudging its blind, cilia lined head this way and that across his skin with a finger until it discovers a nipple and latches on tightly like a hungry little mouth, suckling fiercely despite its size. ]
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[ jason's voice is warm with approval and dreamy with his own pleasure, still braced over tim to watch him flinch and shiver. when he sees that the nectar is being accepted it's apparently his cue to step back and drop the rest of his belts and armor and haul off his own shirt, revealing scars and heavy muscle, skin already patterned with slick trails from the vines. the tendrils swarm to him like affectionate pets, curling over his shoulders and chest and writhing across his belly, edging his half-unzipped fatigues down dangerously low on his hips. the movement of the vines beneath his waistband is unmistakable, coiling around a significant bulge, but not rhythmic, as if the plants were deliberately teasing him with haphazard touches for tim to watch.
when the vines discover that zipper and start peeling down the red robin uniform jason is back in his space, kneeling over him again with a knee between tim's spread thighs, pressing a kiss to the stretched wide corner of his mouth and lapping at the nectar coating tim's lips. his hand flattens down over the widening vee of skin, pushing the zipper down as far as he can to allow the vines more access. he nuzzles at tim's cheek, his jaw, his throat, mouthing and biting, and reaches up to catch one of the sucker headed plants and directs it teasingly down tim's chest, nudging its blind, cilia lined head this way and that across his skin with a finger until it discovers a nipple and latches on tightly like a hungry little mouth, suckling fiercely despite its size. ]