[ with more of the uniform out of the way jason is happy to smooth his hands over every inch of bared skin, memorizing, apparently fascinated by how tim's skin feels under his fingertips. he presses his mouth to his chest, smirking at the way tim arches for the sucker plant's attentions, scrapes his teeth gently across the other nipple and then reaches down to wrap his hand around tim's cock, smearing wet around the head with his thumb. the vines seem to give him precedence, here, although they and the flower's cilia are busily squirming underneath tim, but the little sucker heads coil around jason's arm and wrist like they're interested in what he's doing, inching down towards tim. ]

It's okay to come, [he explains absently, stroking now, his palm slick with sap and nectar.] It's what they feed on, so they want to help. You won't go soft after, either. The more you drink, the longer you can go.

[ but the vine in tim's mouth is preventing jason from kissing him, which is becoming irritating, so after another moment he's tugging at it with his free hand, frowning, until it starts recoiling and pops free with an obscene wet sound, nectar and saliva still dripping from the end that had been nudging the back of tim's throat. jason laps at its blunt head reflexively, sucking off some of the excess just centimeters above tim's abused lips before he leans down to kiss him, chasing the taste of nectar on tim's tongue. ]