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OPEN POST

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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
or pick a card, any card
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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. ]