[ The way that Jason looks at him, eyes dark with arousal and heavy with possessive admiration, makes Tim's breath catch in his throat - if he wasn't held down by the curling cilia of the flower and the coiling vines and plants still exploring his body, he'd feel pinned by the weight of that gaze, run through with the heated lance of being appreciated and wanted so blatantly. He's not used to it, and being on the receiving end of anyone wanting him usually leaves him a little confused and flustered - like this, vulnerable and increasingly suggestible under the influence of the pollen and sap, flustered is an understatement. Just hearing Jason call him pretty is enough to tip it over the edge into heated embarrassment, a sort of breathless, uncertain, squirming feeling that burns inside him - how can anyone call him pretty, with all his scars, and when they know Dick exists - and the mixed heat of arousal and embarrassment and uncertain gratification surges through him, making the flush in his cheeks burn red hot, the heat spilling down through his chest. ]
Don't... don't say that, I'm - I'm not - ohh!
[ Talking is hard for a lot of reasons, especially with Jason's mouth right there and begging to be kissed, but Tim manages somehow - until the sucker headed plants start moving over his cock, making him cut himself off with a sharp gasp as the larger one envelops the head of his cock. It's... it's wet, almost like a real mouth but significantly different, sticky with slick sap and lined with cilia that immediately start tickling over his skin, probing at his slit to catch the steady drops of precome, and he rocks his hips up with a confused moan. It feels good, all the little mouth-like sucker flowers feel good against his skin, and Jason's hand cupping and squeezing him lower down feels good too, in a different way, a way that has his hips shifting and twitching restlessly, his cock stiff and hot under the attention. God, he's going to come soon, he can feel it - and that's what Jason wants, isn't it? That's what the plants want, but it's more important that Jason wants it, wants this from him, and the reasons for denying him what he wants seem distant and unimportant.
He can't see the large vine pushing into Jason, but he can hear things, slick movements and the ever-present rustling of plants that make him wonder what's coming next. But he can't tear his gaze away from Jason's face, that frozen expression of pleasure, and he just - watches for a few brief seconds, watches Jason as he feels the older ex-Robin's hips start to move over him, rocking... back? Onto something? He feels like the answer is just out of reach, like he should be able to figure it out if he just concentrates, but he can't think. He can't think, he can only feel, and everything he can feel is pushing him in the same direction. He keeps rocking his hips up, into the sucker-tipped vine and back down again, gasping out little sounds until he can;t stand it any more, can't hold it in. He comes with loud cry, groaning Jason's name as his orgasm rocks through him, and his cock pulses, coming white and hot and straight into the waiting sucker plant. He feels like he hasn't come that hard before in his life, let alone coming that much, and he's left trembling and panting and warm, in a pleasant haze... and still hard. Still so achingly hard, just like Jason promised he would be, sensitive from coming but still so hard it makes him whimper quietly. ]
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Don't... don't say that, I'm - I'm not - ohh!
[ Talking is hard for a lot of reasons, especially with Jason's mouth right there and begging to be kissed, but Tim manages somehow - until the sucker headed plants start moving over his cock, making him cut himself off with a sharp gasp as the larger one envelops the head of his cock. It's... it's wet, almost like a real mouth but significantly different, sticky with slick sap and lined with cilia that immediately start tickling over his skin, probing at his slit to catch the steady drops of precome, and he rocks his hips up with a confused moan. It feels good, all the little mouth-like sucker flowers feel good against his skin, and Jason's hand cupping and squeezing him lower down feels good too, in a different way, a way that has his hips shifting and twitching restlessly, his cock stiff and hot under the attention. God, he's going to come soon, he can feel it - and that's what Jason wants, isn't it? That's what the plants want, but it's more important that Jason wants it, wants this from him, and the reasons for denying him what he wants seem distant and unimportant.
He can't see the large vine pushing into Jason, but he can hear things, slick movements and the ever-present rustling of plants that make him wonder what's coming next. But he can't tear his gaze away from Jason's face, that frozen expression of pleasure, and he just - watches for a few brief seconds, watches Jason as he feels the older ex-Robin's hips start to move over him, rocking... back? Onto something? He feels like the answer is just out of reach, like he should be able to figure it out if he just concentrates, but he can't think. He can't think, he can only feel, and everything he can feel is pushing him in the same direction. He keeps rocking his hips up, into the sucker-tipped vine and back down again, gasping out little sounds until he can;t stand it any more, can't hold it in. He comes with loud cry, groaning Jason's name as his orgasm rocks through him, and his cock pulses, coming white and hot and straight into the waiting sucker plant. He feels like he hasn't come that hard before in his life, let alone coming that much, and he's left trembling and panting and warm, in a pleasant haze... and still hard. Still so achingly hard, just like Jason promised he would be, sensitive from coming but still so hard it makes him whimper quietly. ]
Jason... please...