[ the slick, heavy bulb inside him isn't really moving very much, more of a tease than the thorough claiming he's used to, so he's able to focus on tim finally, finally, surrendering to the plants, the lovely expression on his face as he comes in jason's hand, right into the waiting sucker mouth, the way he arches and then sinks back, trembling. the sound of all those little moans and gasps culminating in a cry of his name is even better than jason had imagined, like tim needed him, like jason is the only anchor he has. it's a dark, thrilling feeling, watching tim succumb. ]

Good boy, [ he praises, brushing his lips over tim's soft mouth, his cheeks. ] I promised it would feel good, didn't I? You did so well. You're perfect-- you're going to be perfect for me.

[ he's spent all this time hovering over tim so he could watch, letting the vines hold him up, but now he folds himself down into the flower's embrace next to tim, curling up with him. ]

Please what? What would you like?