[ Tim's skin is scarred in several places, some faint and small, others larger, more recent. His chest is relatively smooth, but there's a newer scar just above his navel, like a stab wound, and a surgical scar close to it. And of course, there's the thin, faint scar on his neck, exposed when he arches his throat and swallows around the vine.
Really, he feels entirely too on display, even though it's just Jason and the plants watching him - but he can feel the attention of Jason's gaze, the intent behind the way his hands trace over his skin; besides feeling good, teasing, warm, he gets the feeling that his body is being memorised, and it fills him with a tight heat that makes him squirm. He instinctively wants to hide, embarrassed of himself, but there's nowhere to hide here - not when the scrape of Jason's teeth over his nipple makes him gasp around the vine and arch his chest, and not when Jason's hand wraps around him, warm and strong and wet, and all he can do is groan, wet and muffled.
He's listening to Jason, of course, letting his words sink in, and - oh. Oh, god, that's too much, he can't. He can't just - come, and keep coming, to feed the plants, what - what does Jason think he is? No, that's the whole point of this place, isn't it, to feed the plants one way or the other, and they're trapped, now, surrounded, minds fogged by the pollen and - and even if he doesn't want to, he's going to come. Soon, if Jason keeps touching him like that.
He's startled to feel the vine being pulled out of his mouth, and he gasps - has to swallow the last of the sap, and his own saliva, his mouth feeling wet and sticky and thoroughly abused, and he's breathless, voice rough when he takes the chance to speak. ]
Jay... Jason, I - mmngh.
[ Okay, well. It wasn't much of a chance, and really, all he ends up doing is gasping Jason's name, almost moaning it, before he's being kissed, but. That's okay, he just - really wants to kiss Jason, honestly. Wants to be kissed, and he kisses him back, opening his mouth for him easily, making a soft, slightly desperate noise against him at the probing of his tongue. They should... they should be getting out of here, they should... but Jason tastes so good, the sweetness of the nectar adding something, making him... need this, he needs this, needs Jason... he arches his hips, rocking up into Jason's hand, groaning against his mouth. ]
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Really, he feels entirely too on display, even though it's just Jason and the plants watching him - but he can feel the attention of Jason's gaze, the intent behind the way his hands trace over his skin; besides feeling good, teasing, warm, he gets the feeling that his body is being memorised, and it fills him with a tight heat that makes him squirm. He instinctively wants to hide, embarrassed of himself, but there's nowhere to hide here - not when the scrape of Jason's teeth over his nipple makes him gasp around the vine and arch his chest, and not when Jason's hand wraps around him, warm and strong and wet, and all he can do is groan, wet and muffled.
He's listening to Jason, of course, letting his words sink in, and - oh. Oh, god, that's too much, he can't. He can't just - come, and keep coming, to feed the plants, what - what does Jason think he is? No, that's the whole point of this place, isn't it, to feed the plants one way or the other, and they're trapped, now, surrounded, minds fogged by the pollen and - and even if he doesn't want to, he's going to come. Soon, if Jason keeps touching him like that.
He's startled to feel the vine being pulled out of his mouth, and he gasps - has to swallow the last of the sap, and his own saliva, his mouth feeling wet and sticky and thoroughly abused, and he's breathless, voice rough when he takes the chance to speak. ]
Jay... Jason, I - mmngh.
[ Okay, well. It wasn't much of a chance, and really, all he ends up doing is gasping Jason's name, almost moaning it, before he's being kissed, but. That's okay, he just - really wants to kiss Jason, honestly. Wants to be kissed, and he kisses him back, opening his mouth for him easily, making a soft, slightly desperate noise against him at the probing of his tongue. They should... they should be getting out of here, they should... but Jason tastes so good, the sweetness of the nectar adding something, making him... need this, he needs this, needs Jason... he arches his hips, rocking up into Jason's hand, groaning against his mouth. ]