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featuring these assholes:

Alec Delaney, 26
half cop half cape all fanboy
extranormal power/tech nullifier - reduces all targets to ordinary level human wussies through the power of sheer cynicism - reverse lantern
talks to cities like they're living things
please don't break my camera the department's on a budget and I was taking pictures of you for Science

Jason Todd | the Arkham Knight
former sidekick, current angry vigilante and sometimes mercenary
abandoned to the joker's tender mercies for a year
REAL FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD
you brought the upgraded batmobile that's cool i brought thirty tanks aND ALSO A GIANT DRILL MACHINE THAT FIRES MISSILES WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME

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[ so.

that was a thing that happened.

clearly this is what he gets for trusting a bunch of reality warpers, they kidnap him for their own ridiculous purposes and then promise he'll be returned home, only to dump him in a completely different Gotham. which he figured out immediately when he took a look at the newspapers and didn't find any record of several major events he'd been involved in recently.

so he'd done his thing, investigated, got acquainted with the lay of the land... busted a few petty mobster heads because he needed some outlet for his anger, and then fell right into a fucking obvious trap when he started poking around a rumored ~abandoned lair.~ abandoned by humans, maybe. there were still plenty of weird goddamn mutant plants putting off a golden haze of pollen that even his helmet couldn't filter out once he'd realized and slammed the faceplate down.

he doesn't know if it's been two days or two weeks down in the lush overgrown basement of an abandoned building. there's water, and fruit, and sometimes other victims lured in like unwary flies to a pitcher plant's maw. the pollen makes them confused and bestial, aggressive when they see another man. most of them stumble off into the dark after he's done beating them to a pulp and jason doesn't hear from them again, so he assumes the plants are eating the weak links or something, which he'd find more worrying if he could bring himself to concentrate. or care. ]

[ It's frustrating when leads simply disappear. They'd noticed some of his activity, the new player in town - it was hard not to pay attention when mobsters were badly beaten and spouting things about someone in armor with ears like the Bat doing it to them - but he seemed to vanish before they could get anything solid.

But that was Bruce's case, his investigation to run.

Tim, on the other hand, was looking into more mundane disappearances. There was a worrying trend of those lately, just slightly above the average for missing people cases in Gotham, an it was honestly low enough that it could be nothing... but this is Gotham. It's better to do his due diligence, and investigate until he's sure there isn't something going on. He really hopes it isn't some cult snatching recruits - or sacrifices - off the streets.

They keep track of all of the rogues' bases that they know about, and that includes the supposedly abandoned ones. They didn't know about this one, but they suspected that there was one in the area thanks to sales records for agricultural supplies and exotic plants, so when he spots a building with... a lot more flowers than usual poking their way out of the cracks in the concrete outside, it's enough to have him on his guard, especially since a lot of the flowers look anything but native to Gotham. It's enough to have him investigate, with the gas mask from his belt securely in place over his mouth to filter out the worst of any gas or pollen that might be inside. The good thing about the Red Robin costume is that it bares virtually no skin, and compared to his old Robin suits, it offers more protection.

The bad thing is, it's still not airtight, being made mostly of leather, so even his best efforts are only slowing the inevitable as he finds his way into the basement. ]

[ it starts as an itch. a little burn in the back of the throat, a little current of heat slipping down the spine. a warm glow in the pit of the stomach, maybe not too different from a swig of liquor. for jason, it had been a slow creeping hyper awareness of his body-- every muscle flexed, every place straps and fabric rubbed across his skin. the uncomfortable fullness of his cock under the fatigues, lashed down by weapon belts that suddenly no longer seemed so important. he'd felt strong enough to take on anything with his bare hands.

he'd discarded the helmet absently in order to get a whisper of muggy air on his skin and a full, deep breath, chasing some faintly sweet scent in the air, and that was it. the dark corners were suddenly bright as day, blood rushing madly in his ears, and he could smell the other bodies moving in his space-- challengers, intruders. it was a pleasure to leave them broken and gasping.

his main weapon and utility belts are gone, tossed off in the fever. most of the plates and buckles of the armor, too. it's only robin training keeping his clothes on at all, a gun still strapped to his thigh when most of the challengers he meets are half stripped down to skin, too addled to remember how weapons work. nobody tries to take it off him. they smell wrong, out of place, and he beats them bloody with just his hands.

he smells tim before he sees or hears him. the others do too, he can hear them rustling around in the corners, staying out of jason’s way. it's what they do to fresh meat, sidling in like scavengers with gold tinted eyes and a faint gold sheen to their veins, working themselves up to attack in a pack if the bolder individuals don't triumph. jason is the apex predator here, he has no interest in what the others do… but the scent wafting through the air is different this time. leather and rain, cold air and something warm. metal. kevlar. it smells familiar.

he prowls closer, annoyed and intrigued, pulling in deep lungfuls of that scent. ]

[ Tim is into the basement and moving through it before he notices the itch, the warmth creeping through him like slowly rolling honey, and he frowns behind his mask. The place looks less like a basement and more like it's been ripped out of a jungle, big enough to be a conservatory in any wildlife park - is it bigger than the warehouse upstairs? If this is one of Ivy's abandoned bases, maybe she'd kept the most potent plants down here, away from prying eyes, under artificial sunlight and protective layers of concrete. He'd expected to wander into some kind of hothouse, and the pollen hanging in the air like fine gold flecks that only occasionally caught the light enough to be visible had been a warning sign, but the fact that he can feel it affecting him even with the mask on is bad. He resolves to make this a quick investigation, a cursory search to get the lay out of the place and see if he can grab any samples, find any evidence that something's going on here, and then get out - get out and get back to the Cave and quarantine himself until he's sure that whatever he's been breathing in is safely out of his system. He can always come back with better protection, now that he knows this stuff is in the air here.

That's when he hears them. Notices the movement, on the edge of his vision, the rustling of plants and slight shaking of leaves enough to draw his attention. He flicks out his staff, instantly tense, cautious. But also curious. Who would be down here, other than Ivy...? He knows she's in Arkham right now, safely locked up for the foreseeable future. ]

Hello...?

[ There's a flash of gold eyes, movement, and that's all the warning he gets - but it's all the warning he needs. The attacker is fierce, almost bestial, strong with rage; it takes skill and precision to beat him, Tim moving with efficient elegance. It's a fast but tense fight, and it takes more strikes with his staff to put the man down than it really should do. He's breathing a little harder when he's done, when he's won, standing over the unconscious man and studying him - the golden sheen to his skin, the fact that he's pretty much naked... something is definitely going on here.

He feels the heat creeping through him more quickly the more he breathes, sped by the adrenaline of the fight, and his costume is starting to feel strange against his skin - tight and - it's almost as if he can feel it more, the texture of it, the sensation of kevlar-lined leather rubbing slightly against him. Damn. He needs to head back to the exit, get out of here before it gets worse, but he's made his way in pretty deep, away from the ladder he climbed down to get here. He'll have to hope no-one else - nothing else jumps out of the bushes at him on the way back. ]

[ it’s an unfortunately faint hope.

like the first attacker had been a signal, other victims start pouring out of the woodwork-- groups of two or three, then five, darting in to test him like sharks circling a meal. there are more that hang back in the thick foliage, watching and clearly waiting for a chance to pounce once tim has been worn down. they’re wary of his staff like animals are wary of anything metal, and none of them seem to have the brains to try and pick up weapons of their own or counter his effectively. half of them are sluggish from over-exposure to the pollen, panting raggedly. the other half are charged with adrenaline, shrugging off hits that would have sent an ordinary person reeling.

jason arrives as a pack of six tries their luck, and the muddled haze in his brain gives way abruptly to stark clarity the moment he sees that uniform surrounded by circling figures. not because he recognizes it (he doesn’t), but because some gut instinct shoulders everything else out of the way. he snarls loud enough to make the others flinch back, the stragglers scattering back from him as they recognize him. a path clears and jason puts his head down, barrelling into tim’s largest attacker, lifting the man clear off his feet with jason’s shoulder in his gut. tim himself is ignored for the moment, and jason whirls to target the next nearest pollen-victim.

he’s brutal and a little sloppy under the effects of the pollen, but it’s easy to tell who trained him, and the handgun strapped to his thigh stays there the whole time. ]

[ He's in deep trouble.

The attackers aren't too much of a problem, by themselves - he can handle himself against even the more ferocious ones, and the ones that are more sluggish and clumsy fall easily enough. It's the sheer number of them that's the real problem, the relentless way they circle him and attack in waves. It's obvious that they're not really thinking any more, not clearly anyway, driven by some feral instinct rather than logic, but they're still behaving smartly. They're still human enough to know what they're doing, maybe, or maybe it's just a pack-predator instinct, to keep him fighting until he's exhausted, until he's worn down enough to fall.

It might even be working. He's well trained, he has enough stamina to fight gangs and ninja and supervillains all night long, but not in closely-timed waves. It's testing him, and even though he manages to make some progress back towards the exit, it's painfully slow, bought through bitter combat. This is a war of attrition, and without help, he's going to lose.

He doesn't have a chance to hit his comm and call for back up, but some arrives anyway. He's tense and coiled and ready to fight the pack of six when - someone snarls, and charges into one of his attackers, and he's left stunned for a long moment because what the hell? He's glad of the respite, but still on edge, ready to defend himself, but - he recognises that fighting style. That training. It's not as sharp as it should be, not as focused, but it's there, and it makes his heart feel tight in his chest.

He recognises that face, except not quite - is it the pollen clouding his head, making him see tiny differences? And... not so tiny differences, as he catches sight of that unmissable scar.

He spins and strikes down another pollen victim who had been trying to take advantage of his distraction to attack him from behind - he's not so worn down that he'd miss the sounds of that, not yet. There's no time to work this out, no time to really watch Jason(?) work, but he can't help asking, muffled through the mask and distinctly incredulous - ]

Jason?

[ jason flinches.

it’s there and gone, barely a heartbeat of hesitation, but he flinches back from being named and misses the chance to slap away an incoming blow. he gives ground and then snatches the big desert eagle off his leg, using it to pistol-whip his assailant.

this bit of basement is getting crowded. even if they spent another hour at this, dispatching all comers, the floor is getting thick with prone forms and the larger plants in the background are shifting alarmingly, tendrils questing out amongst some of the bodies. jason waits as long as he dares and then grabs for tim’s hand, trying to pull him back away from his silly escape route and deeper into the complex.

sorry bro your adventure in plant-zombie land is only just beginning. ]

[ Crap. He wasn't expecting Jason to get that distracted just from hearing his name - it's a tiny thing, a second's worth of distraction, but the result is less than ideal, and Tim feels bad about it. But worse, it feeds into his confusion - why would Jason flinch at hearing his own name? Something's going on here, he can feel it, but he doesn't have time to concentrate on it, doesn't have the energy to waste.

He's aware of the plants shifting, raising flags of alarm at the distant edges of his mind, but his focus is mainly on the relentless attackers. At least, until Jason grabs his hand. Part of him wants to pull back - can't trust Jason, not even when he's apparently saving him, be careful, that's the wrong way - but a larger part of him wants to follow. Jason seems to have been here a while, he knows the terrain, and maybe it's a better idea to run and hide out until the mass of thuggish plant zombies have lost interest and they can sneak out. Clearly, that's the plan, right?

So he lets Jason pull him along, deeper into the overgrown bowels of the complex. This seems safe. ]

[ yes that's absolutely the plan, except... not. what he wants is to get tim back into his own staked out territory, somewhere secure and slightly defensible, where the others know better than to intrude.

there's no thought in his head that he should be demanding names or answers. the uniform is red, it's robin. robin surrounded, alone, and needing protection, and there's something about the way he smells, kevlar and leather, that's like a fist knotted in his nerves, commanding his attention.

their attackers stumble along after them, not so much chasing as trailing, and jason yanks tim in close to him, pinning him bodily to the wall in a dark corner while the other infected rush past them until the tunnel goes quiet. he still hasn't let go of tim's hand, clasped palm to palm and pressed to the bricks, breathing raggedly against him. ]

[ Tim stays quiet and still when Jason pins him, listening to the throng of attackers rushing past them and gradually growing quieter. He can't really watch them disappear - the problem isn't the darkness, but Jason's proximity. The other ex-Robin is taller than him, broader even with the musculature Tim has worked to develop, and it's hard to tear his gaze away just to try and peer around him. It's better, smarter to stay still and hidden, anyway.

Instead, he takes the chance to observe Jason - this Jason, because he's becoming steadily more convinced that it's not the Jason he knows. There's a distinct lack of his mask, for one thing, the scar for another - but beyond that, there's the lack of weapons, and other differences in his outfit that he can't quite place. But it's still Jason, he's even more sure of that now.

He flexes his hand in Jason's grasp, listens to the sound of his ragged breathing, and with him pressed this close... well, he's glad that his body armor includes certain safeguards in... the lower areas of his body that are doing a good job of keeping things flat, even if it's kind of tightly painful in execution. It strikes him that Jason must be more seriously affected by whatever's in the air here, if he's been stuck in this place without any kind of breathing apparatus for who knows how long, and it sends tension curling through him. He waits until he can't hear anything but Jason's breathing before risking a hushed whisper. ]

We have to get out of here.

[ jason's armor doesn't extend quite so far down. he's been ignoring his body in favor of the fight, but he's hard and straining against tim's thigh even through the heavy fabric of his fatigue pants, and that familiar scent is thick and heady in the air. he dips his head in close, closer than he needs to whisper back, and presses tim further against the wall, not so incidentally maneuvering his thigh in between tim's. ]

Robin.

[ he says it almost silkily, nosing in at the juncture of neck and shoulder. ]

[ Oh, that's. That's what he can feel against his thigh, he realises, a little late but to be fair, he's distracted, and increasingly drugged by the pollen, and partly trying to ignore it. But he really can't ignore it with Jason pressing even closer, pushing him further against the wall, the concrete hard and unforgiving against his back. He has to swallow a groan when Jason's thigh moves between his legs, that's not fair, it's so close - he has to use all his restraint to stop himself from rocking his hips and grinding against Jason's thigh and oh, he's in trouble. It shouldn't be that difficult to resist that kind of urge - heck, he shouldn't be having that kind of urge in the first place, not outside of the privacy of his own room and the worst of the late night fantasies he so seldom allows himself.

The silky quality to Jason's voice doesn't help at all. Even with the Red Robin uniform still intact, the leather covering his neck is a little thinner than the rest of the uniform's coverage, which is necessary for flexibility - but it means he can feel the heat of Jason's skin against him, the pressure, and it makes him want - all the things he can't have. He shudders, a thrill running through him, but - it's dangerous here, and this is dangerous, in the first place. ]

Jay... Jason, it's - Red Robin. It's not safe here.

[ 'red robin' isn't something he recognizes, especially not through the haze enveloping his brain right now. jason had more personal discipline than most of other victims, which is why he's still wearing clothes, but his eyes are just as gold and inhuman and there are faint hints of gold tendrils creeping along his neck and at his temples. the pollen makes him want to fight or fuck. he should want to rip everyone in his path to pieces, but tim's scent-- or just the scent of the costume, perhaps-- is familiar enough to register as something he covets, instead. something he wants to drag back into his territory and curl around and keep safe, and maybe worry with his teeth a little bit.

he makes a low noise in his throat that might be an acknowledgment but doesn't move away, rubbing up against tim slowly like he's only just discovering that he can.

coherency is something he has to think about. he doesn't even know tim's name, since this tim looks nothing like the one from his world, he's only recognizing the red costume as robin. ]

I'll protect you, [ he murmurs, a tone that's probably meant to be placating but doesn't quite disguise the undercurrent of greed. tim's breathing mask is being inspected under the cover of nuzzling along his neck, looking for the seam of the cowl, and he doesn't give any warning before his other hand comes up to pull at the mask. ]

Take this off.

[ The pollen doesn't have such a strong grip on Tim yet, and he's tightly controlled enough normally that he can resist its influence more successfully than the other victims, but there's still a low heat burning in him, a restless itch under his skin that's threatening to drive him to distraction the longer he stays here. Maybe if it was just the pollen, he'd be doing better at distancing himself from those feelings, but the fact that Jason is nuzzling at him and rubbing against him is... well, it'd be distracting enough without the pollen's influence. With it, he feels like he's inches away from just losing it, but he knows it's important to hold on. Those eyes tell him how important it is, the flashes of gold in Jason's gaze and running under his skin sending a chill through him. It's unsettling, almost inhuman, and a stark reminder of the danger he's in, even with his body yearning to give up to the warmth promised by Jason pressing close against him.

Jason's words make something twist deep inside him, something hot and squirming - it tears at him, hearing Jason talking about protecting him when he's so used to the opposite sentiment coming at him from the older ex-Robin. It's the greedy tone in his voice that tugs at him, though, the startling feeling of being wanted - by Jason, of all people, even though he knows this isn't his Jason, isn't the same Jason that calls him replacement and pretender and remains frustratingly out of reach.

He's almost embarrassed by how unprepared he is, how surprised he is to feel Jason tugging at his breathing mask - but really, who would expect someone with Jason's training to rip their mask off while standing in a complex flooded with some kind of toxic pollen? ]

What - wait, don't - [ He's too slow to react, and the mask isn't really locked into place with any severity, in case quick removal is needed; Jason's pulling manages to hit the quick release before Tim can stop him, and the mask slips free, exposing the lower half of his face. ]

[ too late now tim. jason makes a delighted little noise as soon as the mask is out of the way and leans in to kiss him fiercely, tongue probing like tim's mouth is made of candy and he wants to devour every bit of it. it's not how he would kiss if he were in control of himself, no biting, no dominance displays, just a real sincere and enthusiastic effort to get acquainted with tim's tonsils. the taste of him is better than his scent, although that's sweeter too, without the mask in the way, and when he does have to pull back to breathe he stays close enough to share oxygen, mouth dragging over tim's skin.

he still hasn't let go of his hand. ]

Sweet, [ he murmurs to himself, sounding half drunk and bemused before leaning in again to try and snatch another kiss. ]

[ The kiss is fierce enough to take Tim's breath away, startling him more than having the mask pulled away - he freezes up for a moment or two before beginning to kiss Jason back, a little hesitantly still but with an edge of questioning eagerness. The most surprising thing is how... sincere the kiss feels, enthusiastic without being aggressive, fierce without the biting hostility or press for dominance that he kind of expects from Jason in any situation. Then again, he's never been kissed by Jason before, so maybe he's wrong about how it would go - maybe it's wrong for his subconscious to keep expecting to feel a knife pressed against his skin, too.

He's not as fierce in kissing Jason back, but he is exploratory with it, tasting Jason and feeling warmth rise in him as he basically melts into the kiss. He holds onto Jason's hand just as tightly as he can, now, testing the hold but not pushing to break it, even though he probably should. ]

Nn... not here - mmph. [ He gets cut off when Jason kisses him again, and honestly, he's not trying to stop him. That was, in fact, officially his last attempt at getting Jason to move away from here, because now he's just - too caught up in the kiss, the wet heat of Jason's mouth, and the thigh pressing between his legs that can't stop himself from rolling against, not any more, not even knowing that his armored jock will just make the experience uncomfortable and slightly painful enough to have him groaning into the kiss. He brings his free hand up to grab onto Jason's shoulder, right where it joins his neck, just - holding on, anchoring himself by one gloved hand. ]

[ that's more like it. another pleased noise escapes him when he feels tim give to the kiss, no longer so stiff and rigid against him. the pollen is as much of a sensory enhancer and intoxicant as it is anything else, and jason's happy to concentrate on how their mouths fuse together, what it feels like when tim's tongue is lapping against his, instead of trying to yank at anyone's armor in frustration. when he could be unbuckling his own belts he's instead gripping the back of the red robin cowl, maybe trying a little haphazardly to tug that off as well. his own gloves are long gone. ]

Why not here? [ he murmurs into tim's mouth, groaning a little when he feels his hips start to move. ]

You taste so... oh, like that.

[ he's basically straddling tim's thigh himself, rocking into him. ]

Come on.

[ It's difficult to pull the Red Robin cowl off from behind, of course, but Tim gets the idea that that's what Jason is trying to do and moves his hand to help, pushing the cowl back and off of his face. He doesn't really think about it before doing it - doesn't think about the reasons for keeping his face hidden in a subterranean complex full of pollen-addled thugs, like the fact that exposing more skin means exposing himself to more pollen. He doesn't think about it because he's too busy wanting to feel more of Jason kissing him, touching him, and baring his flushed face and slightly hazed blue eyes seems like an insignificant thing in comparison.

He bites his lip and makes a low noise when Jason rocks into him, basically riding his thigh and oh, oh, he can feel how hard Jason is, how much he wants him, but. But, there was a reason they shouldn't do this here, wasn't there? He has to focus, has to think about it, the concerns and thoughts other than desire hard to grasp. ]

Because... oh, because it's dangerous, it's. Exposed. Too many - other people, the plants, the pollen, we nnnh, mmm - we need to leave.

[ But he doesn't move to try and leave; he makes a quiet, strained noise, almost a whine, still slowly rolling his hips against Jason. His uniform is so tight, hard and unforgiving, that it almost hurts to be this aroused, but he can't help it, not now. And he isn't finding the painful, restricted edge to things a turn off, surprisingly. ]

Ahhh... after. After this - please, after this.

[ He's not even sure what this is, yet, but if it involves more kissing, more - rocking and grinding against each other, then that's good. It feels good, and he can wait to escape until after there's been more of it. ]

[ it ought to be startling, the reveal of a stranger's face under something he'd accepted as a robin costume. the hair is different, the eyes are different, the height-- but it doesn't matter, and he cups a flushed cheek with something like tenderness, pleased that the cowl is out of the way. skin is what he wants. he brushes calloused fingers up over tim's cheekbone and then up into his hair, fisting there so he can hold him still and kiss him again deeply as a reward.

except tim is still trying to talk, and all of those are excellent reasons that jason doesn't give the slightest shit about right now, not when he can feel him starting to yield. he nips at his mouth gently, reproving. talking is not kissing.

You're safe with me, [he assures, mouthing along the contours of his jaw.] You're mine, they'll all know you're mine.

[ and he yanks tim's head back to bare his throat, sucking a mark there. the idea of taking tim somewhere more protected so he can take his time is also appealing, now that it's been mentioned... somewhere comfortable, where they can do this again and again without fear of interruption, where he can leave tim marked and sated and properly covered in his scent. ]

[ It's kind of a good thing that Tim isn't a telepath, otherwise he might just have a quiet meltdown over the things Jason is thinking of doing to him.

Although, honestly, he's pretty close to melting when Jason kisses him again, feeling the hand tight in his hair and Jason's mouth against his and just - wanting more of it. Wanting to answer in kind, which he does, kissing back hungrily for as long as Jason's mouth is against his. Even when Jason nips at him and he gets a sense that he's being admonished for something, he doesn't mind. He just makes a quiet noise, just listens to Jason talking and lets it sink in. Does Jason really want to make him his-

His thoughts are interrupted by Jason yanking his head back and sucking at his throat, and he has to strangle a gasp, a quiet moan. Damn. His neck is kind of sensitive there, and there are all sorts of associations, besides - things he's learned about psychology and animal behaviour, displays of dominance versus submission. And besides that, there's the scar he usually tries to keep hidden, the thin, jagged line that runs across his throat, faded and faint now but still just barely visible, raised enough to feel against his skin. He can't really forget it, given that Jason is the one who put it there - the other Jason, his Jason, and the thought of that sets fresh confusion and conflicted arousal stirring in him. It's almost funny, in a way, that a different Jason would want to mark him in the same place, just in a different way. Then again, he's pretty sure his Jason wasn't staking a claim when he slit his throat.

Pretty sure.

And he still can't quite believe that this Jason wants him. That he wants to mark him and own him and... actually, if he does, that's a little dangerous, isn't it? It feels heady and tempting and both right and wrong at the same time, definitely dangerous, and exciting. His head is swimming, and Jason's mouth is hot and wet against his neck, and he just wants to give in to that but he can't. Not quite. ]

I don't want... them to see. No-one else, just - just you.

[ Hm. That's not quite the protest he was thinking of, but it's the only thing that slips out, besides generally pleased, breathless noises. ]

[ jason falls for that hard, exhaling sharply, cock jumping, maybe even hard enough for tim to feel it. that makes sense, that makes perfect sense, no one else to see, just him and what belongs to him, and the next time anybody sees either of them it'll be after it's over. he presses a kiss to the faint line of scar tissue there and the mark he'd raised over it-- failing to recognize its significance, that someone had tried to open tim's throat. ]

Just me, [he repeats, sounding more than a little drugged with it. no matter how deliberate and aggressive he's been acting, he's been under the pollen's influence for a lot longer than tim has, and any idea that appeals to his altered instincts sounds like a fabulous one, and automatically trusted. he hasn't been putting real sentences together this entire time, just short strings of impulsive words.]

Okay.

[ for jason, it's incredibly biddable. although maybe this jason has more practice at being biddable than the one tim is used to. ]

Hold onto me.

[ and he sweeps tim up with pollen-enhanced strength in a full on bridal carry like he weighs nothing at all, cradling him close to his chest. ]

[ Oh, he feels it alright. It's a sharp reminder of how aroused Jason is - how aroused he is, under the armor, and just what he's getting himself into. Or, well, it would be, if he had any practical knowledge of that kind of thing. Mostly it's all theoretical for him, beyond a certain point at least. But there's nothing theoretical about the feeling of Jason's cock pressing against him, or the kiss to his throat, or the possessive, drugged tone to Jason's voice. It should all be ringing alarm bells in Tim's head, but he's gone past that, the pollen's influence silencing the voice of caution inside him.

He does note that Jason seems more... obliging than he'd expect, somehow. He might even be able to use that to get them out of here, once he can think straight again.

That's just not happening any time soon. He huffs out a surprised breath when Jason picks him up - easily, almost too easily, he should be heavy even for someone as well-trained and strong as Jason - and just. Holds onto him. That's easy enough to do, and he buries his face in the crook of Jason's neck, mouthing a kiss against his shoulder, tasting his skin. He's not as affected as Jason, not yet, but he still feels... muddled, kind of hazy. ]

Okay. Just you. Thank you.

[ he likes that too, tim snuggling in close and nuzzling against his neck, trusting him. the pollen has him flying so high he feels like he could run a marathon like this, holding tim up easily, never getting tired or even feeling like he's exerting himself. everything feels easy. even making the trek to his ~lair~ is easy, navigating the lushly overgrown, humid rooms. this may have been some kind of laboratory, once upon a time, hiding down beneath the warehouse cover. some of the plants are bioluminescent and give off soft light, gold specks of pollen floating in the air like glitter. the whole place smells like a hothouse jungle, wet soil and sap. leaves and green tendrils brush against both them as jason deftly navigates what might as well be underbrush, slipping through thick growth like an animal following the faintest track through deep woods. there are carnivorous plants, as evidenced by flashes of white bone amongst fallen leaves and broken concrete, but jason avoids them, too, with the ease of long familiarity.

and then there are the plants that are a little too interested in them, a little too mobile, wriggling over their clothes and caressing skin where they can find it like they know what they're after. jason is apparently used to being groped by plants, as he doesn't react to the reaching tendrils and even obediently slows once or twice to let them squirm over him, dark eyed and aroused. perhaps if ivy were here, the vines might have a more directed focus. or perhaps she'd given instructions that the stronger captives-- the ones that didn't succumb to the pollen, or die fighting each other with the surge of testosterone and aggressive instincts-- should be kept entertained until she wished to return for them.

either it's all too obvious that jason's destination is some spot deeper in the bowels of the whole thing, not nearer the surface. the walls here are completely overgrown, the floor soft with dirt and fallen leaves, and there's running water somewhere in a bright musical trickle. the overly friendly vines seem to be concentrated here as well, with lush blossoms twice the size of basketballs blooming everywhere and broad soft leaves as long as cars growing low on the ground, making a carpet. almost everything in here glows, and so do jason's eyes, his face going a little slack and soft as he breathes deep of the perfumed air.

the largest flower in the room is near the size of a couch itself, soft and inviting and fully of gently waving cilia as it unfurls for them, like it had been waiting. ]

[ Tim stays huddled against Jason's chest for most of the trip, holding on tight - it feels like Jason can hold him just fine, he's not worried about being dropped. He's worried about their surroundings. He keeps an eye on everything around them, pays as much attention as he can through the fog of pollen hazing his thoughts, and tries to memorise the route that Jason takes for later. Just in case he's the one who has to follow it when they're making their escape.

He's not leaving Jason behind, but he's ready to drag him out if he has to. He thinks. When he has a chance, when they're done with... wherever the kissing and grinding leads.

He makes a note of the white bones he can see littering the floor in places, peeking out from under the cover of leaves and dirt like a gruesome warning, a reminder that this place isn't safe, that it's one of Ivy's lairs at its heart, and humans are just things to be used for sex, servitude, or fertiliser. Possibly all three, depending on how uncharitable her mood is at the time. It's really a good thing that she's not here to oversee and direct the behaviour of her plants, or he and Jason would be in a lot more trouble - at least, he's pretty sure he would be, wearing his uniform and making himself a target, even though sometimes he thinks Ivy likes him - more than Batman, anyway, but then, that's not saying much.

He tenses up when Jason slows to let the overly-friendly vines trail over them, and he could swear the plants are rubbing against him with intent, at least for a few seconds - he definitely gets the sense that the bare skin of his face is being stroked. His uniform still covers the rest of him, thankfully, but even so, there's a few long moments when the plants seem interested in it, coiling over him... and over Jason, and it's not entirely reassuring to watch his face while it happens. It doesn't seem like he's worried about the plants, but the lack of reaction to them means that he's used to it, doesn't it? Which is worrying in its own way, on Jason's behalf more than anything.

Finally, finally they stop, and Tim lifts his head to look around the room fully. The eerie glow of the plants is slightly unsettling, the size of the flowers and leaves around them clearly unnatural, but the sound of water is soothing. The pollen is thick in the air here, he can tell, the heady scent filling his senses and making that restless heat continue to grow inside him, and part of him is just desperate to get back to touching Jason, kissing him, being touched by him - but he has to concentrate. Just - just for a little longer. Just focus a little longer, take in all the details, be careful. There are more of those vines, too many, and he wonders why Jason chose to make his lair - is this a lair? - in this spot. Maybe it's safer than anywhere else, with the other plants around, but it feels like it's deep within the complex. Too deep, too far from the exit, and with its own dangers. ]

Jason... where are we...? [ Just in case he's wrong about this being their final destination, or any kind of safe house within the ex-laboratory. He eyes the couch-sized flower as it unfurls, and it looks... soft, and tempting, somehow, even with quiet alarm bells going off in his head. ]

Safe, [he answers complacently, even as he moves forward with the clear intention of laying tim down in that waiting flower. the vines certainly seem to recognize him here, wriggling over the ground towards him and twining around both of them, even taking a little bit of tim's weight and drawing them both forward towards the flower. these plants have more of a variety, small delicate little tendrils combined in with vines sporting thicker, knotty bulbs, and some with what look like sucker mouths full of cilia on their ends. a number of them shine slightly near the tips, secreting some kind of sweet-scented nectar.

two guesses what they're for. ]

[ Part of Tim wants to believe Jason, believe the complacency that means they're really safe here, and it's very tempting to just believe it that easily, to just trust Jason. But the pollen hasn't gripped him hard enough yet, not enough to sway his sense of caution and alarm - Jason might believe that it's safe, but Jason also has the golden eyes and half-drugged demeanor of someone who's been down here far too long. He's not in full control of himself, Tim knows that much, and maybe he's been stupid to let his wayward brother probably from another dimension carry him off into the depths of the jungle-like complex.

Maybe it's too late to be realising that.

He barely opens his mouth to protest before Jason is moving forward, and the tentacle-like vines are reaching out to welcome them both, wrapping around them. Tim can feel them coiling around his arms and legs, taking his weight and tugging him and Jason forward - he gets the feeling that Jason was going to lay him down there anyway, but even if he wasn't, that's where they're being dragged now. He squirms in Jason's arms, shifts to try and avoid the plants, but they're everywhere, and - there's so many of them. He takes in all the different shapes and sizes of the things, eyes going a little wide, some of the aroused haze clearing as his mind races. He doesn't actually know what those could be for, and he kind of doesn't want to guess, but it's suggestive enough to have him flushing hotly. ]

Wait, that's - that's not - nnmmngh! [ Apparently, trying to protest is frowned upon by the vines. Or maybe it's just that he opened his mouth and they took the invitation. Either way, a slick vine shoves its way into his mouth, spreading sweet, slick nectar over his tongue and almost thrusting itself deep enough to fill his mouth and keep his jaw forced open around its thick length. More vines are investigating his uniform, pushing and pulling and searching for an entrance, but they seem stymied by the armored leather for now, besides a few thin ones that are small enough to creep under the collar of his cape. They have more success with Jason, of course, stroking over his chest and sliding down the front of his pants, rubbing between his legs with what's probably familiar intimacy. ]

It's okay, [he murmurs, eyes going half-lidded as the vines slide down inside his clothes, squirming against his skin and seeking, dragging their smooth, wet tips over his aching cock. he groans helplessly in relief and lets tim slide down into the waiting mouth of the giant flower, leaning over him and tenderly brushing a strand of hair back from his face, apparently not minding the vine bulging from between tim's lips.]

Just drink, nice and deep. You'll feel so good, I promise. All they want to do is make you feel good.

[ one of the vines with a bulbous, suggestive end drags wetly over jason's cheek as if summoned, and jason turns slightly to take it in his mouth, suckling obediently, throat working as he swallows. his expression is blissed out as the vines under his clothes continue squirming like caressing fingers. the tiniest vines inside tim's suit are doing the same, moving unerringly downwards and rippling under the fabric. ]

[ It's not really as if Tim has any choice but to drink the nectar that the vine is leaking, not if he doesn't want to choke on it. He makes a soft noise when Jason strokes the hair from his face, muffled and wet around the vine, sounding conflicted - it's nice, being touched by Jason, being treated tenderly, but all his instincts are telling him he should be fighting this, struggling to get away from the plants and their influence. He's tense with an undercurrent of distress, but some of it melts as the vine in his mouth pulses, sweet sap flooding down his throat and spreading warmth through him.

It does... it does feel good, it feels better than he wants it to, and watching what the vines are doing to Jason - the way he suckles and groans in response to them - he can't stop watching that. It's hard to concentrate with such a vivid show going on right in front of him. It's hard to keep fighting, keep holding onto his resistance, when it feels this good, this warm and tempting, making his body feel heated and sensitive to every touch.

And there are a lot of touches going on. The strange, inhuman but not unpleasant touches of the vines squirming under his suit, stroking over his skin and probing further. He arches and twists in the grip of the vines and the curling cilia of the flower, but it's a vain effort, more reaction than struggle - he's going nowhere. The small vines, on the other hand, are going everywhere, testing the limits of his uniform, and one manages to find and push down the zipper from the inside. Suddenly, he's a lot more exposed, his suit opening in a long, thin V right down from his chest to his navel. The vines are there instantly, pushing in, pulling the uniform further off of him, baring his shoulders and the scarred expanse of his chest and stomach, and he gasps around the vine in his mouth as they start rubbing against his nipples - moans, startled and strangled, as they push their way into his jock and curl around his cock, making his hips jerk. ]

That's it. There you go.

[ jason's voice is warm with approval and dreamy with his own pleasure, still braced over tim to watch him flinch and shiver. when he sees that the nectar is being accepted it's apparently his cue to step back and drop the rest of his belts and armor and haul off his own shirt, revealing scars and heavy muscle, skin already patterned with slick trails from the vines. the tendrils swarm to him like affectionate pets, curling over his shoulders and chest and writhing across his belly, edging his half-unzipped fatigues down dangerously low on his hips. the movement of the vines beneath his waistband is unmistakable, coiling around a significant bulge, but not rhythmic, as if the plants were deliberately teasing him with haphazard touches for tim to watch.

when the vines discover that zipper and start peeling down the red robin uniform jason is back in his space, kneeling over him again with a knee between tim's spread thighs, pressing a kiss to the stretched wide corner of his mouth and lapping at the nectar coating tim's lips. his hand flattens down over the widening vee of skin, pushing the zipper down as far as he can to allow the vines more access. he nuzzles at tim's cheek, his jaw, his throat, mouthing and biting, and reaches up to catch one of the sucker headed plants and directs it teasingly down tim's chest, nudging its blind, cilia lined head this way and that across his skin with a finger until it discovers a nipple and latches on tightly like a hungry little mouth, suckling fiercely despite its size. ]

Edited 2015-12-15 05:39 (UTC)

[ Tim should probably be worried by the way it feels when he hears approval in Jason's voice - it's not something that he's used to hearing from his Jason, after all, so it just - it makes him feel a different kind of warmth, somewhere that catches deep inside him and makes him hurt a little, too. He shouldn't be looking for approval from Jason, any Jason, not any more, but there's still a part of him that remembers the Robin who was so bright and brilliant, the ghost behind glass that he'd picture and talk to when he was alone and questioning himself, and for that Jason's approval... he'd do a lot. And of course, they're still the same person, even if they're not exactly, any more. ... Basically, he's screwed up about Jason, more than he'd let himself acknowledge, and hearing that dreamy, approving tone has him responding in a way he knows is dangerous but he really can't stop.

He swallows the nectar, swallows around the vine and almost gulps the sweet stuff down, throat bobbing - he can't catch it all, so a little leaks out at the corner of his mouth, mixing with his saliva and trickling over his skin. He's distracted from just how much nectar he's drinking by watching Jason, watching him strip and taking in the sight of his scarred, muscular chest, committing every inch to memory. He feels something hot and tight surge inside him as he watches the vines creep over Jason's body, sees the tendrils curl over his shoulders and chest almost affectionately, if plants have affections - he can feel the heat in his belly grow and twist as he watches them edge Jason's fatigues down low, so low but not quite low enough to expose anything. Not that they need to - he can see the movement of the vines under Jason's waistband well enough to imagine what it must look like, how they must be touching him, teasing him, and - it's stupid to be jealous of plants, but for a gasping, twisting second, he is. He really is jealous of the vines touching Jason.

And then Jason is touching him, kissing the edge of his stretched-wide mouth and nuzzling all around his face and jaw and neck, and all he can do is make soft noises, pleased and conflicted and wanting sounds that leak out around the vine, breathless and wet-sounding. He curls his hands into fists, desperate to touch but unable to - but that's okay. Because Jason is touching him, pushing down his zipper, baring more of his skin, and he doesn't really pay attention to the sucker headed plant - it's just another plant, right, just one that Jason is nudging around for some reason - until it fastens onto his nipple and makes him gasp, startled. Oh, oh, is that - it's sucking on him, how can a plant even suck anything, that shouldn't be possible - but that's what it's doing, and it feels - strange, and it makes him groan softly, confused, arching his chest as his nipple goes hard and taut from the vine's attentions.

More vines are still crowding into his uniform, pushing and pulling, and slowly working it off - they tug off one glove, a boot, most of one sleeve, leaving him tangled in his own uniform to a degree. And they finally shove his jock half-way down, pushing it aside so that his cock is exposed, and it's embarrassingly hard, flushed and slightly sticky with pre-come. ]

[ with more of the uniform out of the way jason is happy to smooth his hands over every inch of bared skin, memorizing, apparently fascinated by how tim's skin feels under his fingertips. he presses his mouth to his chest, smirking at the way tim arches for the sucker plant's attentions, scrapes his teeth gently across the other nipple and then reaches down to wrap his hand around tim's cock, smearing wet around the head with his thumb. the vines seem to give him precedence, here, although they and the flower's cilia are busily squirming underneath tim, but the little sucker heads coil around jason's arm and wrist like they're interested in what he's doing, inching down towards tim. ]

It's okay to come, [he explains absently, stroking now, his palm slick with sap and nectar.] It's what they feed on, so they want to help. You won't go soft after, either. The more you drink, the longer you can go.

[ but the vine in tim's mouth is preventing jason from kissing him, which is becoming irritating, so after another moment he's tugging at it with his free hand, frowning, until it starts recoiling and pops free with an obscene wet sound, nectar and saliva still dripping from the end that had been nudging the back of tim's throat. jason laps at its blunt head reflexively, sucking off some of the excess just centimeters above tim's abused lips before he leans down to kiss him, chasing the taste of nectar on tim's tongue. ]

Edited 2015-12-19 09:39 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[ there's absolutely no reason for tim to want to hide anything about his body, scars and all, even if he's not as heavy as jason or as tall as the other robins. he's gorgeous despite all that, with the flush across his cheekbones and how dark and dilated his eyes are, making those tiny, needy noises and pushing his hips up into jason's touch. he's so, so pretty, just for the look on his face, and it lights jason up like a chemical fire, thinking of this being for him, something to protect and take care of. he's never had the experience of caring for a younger sibling or any sort of analog, the tim in his world was too close to his own age to be anything but a rival. ]

Look at you. [ he can barely pull himself away from tim's mouth to say it, but he manages, looking down at him with possessive admiration. ] You're so pretty... you look so good like this. I want to see you come for me. I want to hear you moan my name.

[ the sucker head plants hovering around tim's cock finally get their chance when jason moves his hand down to cup tim's sac instead, rolling his balls over his palm and squeezing them gently. the smaller suckers open their little cilia lined mouths wide to move all over his cock, attracted by the beads of precome forming at the slit, and a larger one finally moves in to take the whole head of tim's cock in. jason continues kissing him, humming his pleasure and wanting to see up close when tim finally loses it and comes for the first time. ]

Don't fight it. Just let go, I've got you-- you're going to feel so good, I'm going to take care of you. [ he groans against tim's mouth, and then gasps as one of the larger, more enterprising blunt-headed vines finally wiggles down the back of his fatigues, pulling them down enough to expose his own cock for the rest of the vines, and starts to slowly penetrate him. he's frozen above tim for a moment, lips parted and eyes shut, before his hips start to move into it, rocking back in little pulses almost despite himself. ]

Edited 2016-01-03 11:37 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

Jason... please...

[ 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?

[ 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.

[ he smiles in delight at tim's admission, pleased beyond words with his decision to bring tim down here into this protected place where the other infected don't dare to venture. this is where the roots and the seedpods are, the vulnerable parts of these plants, but also the place where the pollen is most concentrated. once upon a time jason had come down here to... do something. he can't remember what his purpose was, only that it was important enough to keep him coming back down here.

it buzzes at the edge of his thoughts and then disappears, unimportant. tim is laid out for him like a feast, flushed and wriggling, stuttering as he tries to ask for more, which is absurdly adorable. he leans in, fitting himself along tim's side and wraps his leg over tim's hip, leaving room for the bulb still pressed huge and heavy inside him. by this point the plants have mostly wrangled his fatigues all the way off, leaving him bare for tim and the thick vine wrapped around his thigh easily visible, disappearing between his legs.

the plants will expect to feed from both of them. ]

Touch you where?

[ Even though earlier, he'd kind of guessed from the sounds and the look on Jason's face that the plants were doing something to him, there's a difference between guesswork and seeing the huge vine wrapping around Jason's thigh and disappearing between his legs. Tim flushes hotly as he catches sight of it, his mind racing with lewd images, wondering what it must feel like.

The fact that he's still squirming, wriggling despite having more or less surrendered to the plants, means that they're not letting him go any time soon. His movements are close enough to struggles for the vines and cilia wrapped around him not to relax their grasp, in case he tries to slip free, and instead they renew their efforts in getting him naked, working the last of his uniform off of his legs and arm. He barely notices as they strip him, more focused on the feel of Jason's leg slung over his hip, Jason's skin sliding against his, Jason's question bouncing around in his head. He makes a low, strained noise, reluctant - does he really have to say it? But with the sucker-headed plants still fastened to his cock and one of his nipples, keeping him hard and teased, it's too difficult to hold himself back like he normally would, some of his embarrassment vanishing in a wash of need. ]

Eh... everywhere, [ he gasps out, greedily. ] Anywhere - you want, I want to - make you feel good, too.

[ all the bulb feels like is a huge, heavy thing inside of him, rubbing against him with every tiny movement. the plants play this game with him whenever he comes down here, overstimulating him, sometimes restraining him until they've had their quota of fertilizer from him, but they don't usually keep him waiting like this.

the idea sparks, though-- maybe tim wouldn't keep him waiting. maybe tim would give him what he needs.

despite the pollen enhancing certain bestial instincts, the plants have also taught him that patience is rewarded. he's happy to focus on tim first, nudging the sucker plant off tim's cock so he can curl his fingers around it and stroke, warm and gentle. the first time is overwhelming, he remembers. ]

I assume you mean here, [ he murmurs in tim's ear, gently fisting him. his own cock is hard and straining against tim's thigh, and he rubs it suggestively against him. ]

Put your hands on me. Help me catch up.

[ 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. ]

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