...shhh, shhh. [ he coos as blood dribbles down his chin to drip onto his chest. ] Let me pull it out. I must have hit your prostate. [ his lips quirk, ] But it felt good, right, ...really good... [ he withdraws the plant, its petals dripping with the honey like ooze. ] Just relax, alright, and move your hands to my shoulders. [ he takes his hips in hand and lifts him, positioning him over his dick. ] Eyes on me. [ he gives him a kiss as he starts lowering him down, the head of his dick pressing into his overly slicked hole. ] Sunday. You're so beautiful. [ it takes all his restraint not to thrust up into him, but he manages, barely, and instead continues to ease sunday onto him until he's fully seated on his dick. ]