[ Tim has no idea how the plants normally act with Jason, or that they might be teasing him - it stands to reason that they're taking their time playing with a new find, as it were, but even so, all Tim knows is that it feels like they're all over him, holding him in place for Jason. And he's increasingly okay with that, losing his grasp on what objections he had to it before. As long as he's with Jason, as long as Jason is touching him, making him feel good, it's all okay, isn't it?

Why wouldn't it be?

Any resurgence of doubts, any thoughts that this place is dangerous, all disappear when he feels Jason's hand wrap around his cock, stroking gently. It's... warm, and careful, and gentle, but it's still enough to have him gasping and slowly bumping his hips up into the touch, rubbing his cock against Jason's hand, into his strokes. He's feeling over-sensitised, hot and aching with arousal still, again, and Jason is giving him exactly what he wants. ]

Y-yes, that's it, that's - that's where I want you to, ah, to touch me... [ He gasps it out, desperately grateful for Jason not forcing him to be more specific. He swallows a quiet groan at the feel of Jason's cock rubbing against his thigh, hot and heavy against his skin, and nods. ]

I... I've never... with another... [ He admits, quietly, but he still tugs one of his hands free of the cilia and slips it down, hesitantly grasping Jason's cock. The plants don't seem to mind freeing his hands if he's going to touch Jason, but they wrap thicker vines around his ankles instead, making sure he's secure, for now. He seeks out Jason's mouth for a kiss, flushed and eager, starting to stroke his large, stiff cock awkwardly. ]