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[tenyearsafter]

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OPEN POST FOR VOICE-TESTING AND/OR SMUT


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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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[jesses]

[ 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. ]

[notlikeanyone]

[ 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. ]

[jesses]

[ 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. ]

[notlikeanyone]

[ 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...

[jesses]

[ 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?

[notlikeanyone]

[ 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.

[jesses]

[ 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?

[notlikeanyone]

[ 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.

[jesses]

[ 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.

[notlikeanyone]

[ 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. ]