Slowly. I know. I’m going to take care of you, Sunday. [ the bulbous tip worms between his cheeks and begins rubbing against his hole to leave copious amounts of its slick there. once again its petals part and its thick and irregular stigma eases into him. ] Doing so good, Sunday. Really good. [ their teeth clack together as kaveh presses for more - his own mind clouding as the flower works to fuck sunday open. ] You’re going to feel hot, really hot, that means it’s working… [ he nips at his neck as his hand drops to their dicks. ] Come, help me, we can jerk off together… [ another kiss, and then another and another, and the tip of the plant leaks into him to soak his insides. ]