[ Hearing Jason praise him, calling him a good boy while kissing his face softly, fills Tim with a dangerous warmth. It's a heady, addictive feeling, feeding a deep hunger in him that he barely knew existed, a thirst for attention and approval, even from what should be the wrong source of such things. In the haze of his orgasm, and with the plants and the pollen really sinking their claws into him, working strongly through his body, it's all the worse - all the better, being told that he's done well, making him flustered and determined to keep earning that approval. ]

I want to be good for you, [ he gasps out in a breathless rush, and that's not quite what he'd meant to say. But he's kind of forgotten what he'd wanted in the first place, caught up suddenly in wanting to please Jason, and it takes him a moment to reel that back in. ] It did - it did feel good, it. I'm still... I'm still so...

[ He can't quite bring himself to say it, to say that he's aroused and hard, so he trails off into a whine, bucking his hips upwards as if that will make his point for him, since it makes his cock bounce against his stomach, still enveloped by the sucker-headed plants that haven't stopped suckling at him, even though he's feeling more sensitive than before. It's enough to tread the line into painful, almost, but it feels good, even so.

And then Jason is lying down next to him, instead of leaning over him, and he shifts and squirms in the flower's hold, unsure of how to answer. ]

I... Jason, I want... um, I want you... t-touching me. Please, make me - make me feel good again.