The Paddle Team Vs. Green Thumb Duo Part 26
By ClarySage
A Round Robin of the CS Insanity Central ML
Greenthumb Duo wriggled slightly in Trowa's lap, smiling happily. He wrapped his fingers around the unsatisfied PaddleTeam member's member and squeezed. "Surely there's *something* I can do to show my appreciation for your... giving me a hand," he said demurely.
Trowa didn't quite know how it happened, but the spicy taste of the mutant's seed still lingering on his tongue, the sight of those shining emerald eyes, and the exquisite grip of those slender digits on his aching flesh all combined to give him the largest, hardest arousal of his life.
Greenthumb wriggled some more, shifting his fingers and giggling a bit. "What a well-grown root!"
"Gnnrrrarrrghhhh," Trowa groaned intelligibly, his wits scrambled by the electrifying slide of GreenThumb's green thumb over the head of his erection.
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RR 26
Trowa was in bliss, with the small exception of his foot, which was currently twisted under him in a way that made it go numb. Other than that however, he was in absolute ecstasy. GreenThumb Duo's hand was perfect as it slid from the head of Trowa's exceedingly hard member to the base, where it spent some time fondling, and tweaking. Nevertheless, Duo's hand was a damned tease; it slipped and slid, and never quite gave enough pressure to bring Trowa to completion. Oh sure, it was fantastic, in a torturous way.
GreenThumb sat up on his knees, leaning closer, his hand tightening its grip a bit. "I think I should tell you something," he said in a husky voice.
Trowa was worried for moment, fearing it might be a confession of love, or worse a confession of not wanting to ever finish Trowa's "misery", but instead GreenThumb grinned, and whispered, "I need to be fertilized."
"Fertilized?"
"Uh huh," Duo nodded, giving Trowa's erection a pleasant squeeze. "Want to know how?"
The faint sounds of moans and the rustle of roses distracted Trowa; he glanced at the plant wrapped bundle of Heero and the blond man, and then shrugged. "Tell me,"
"Well, it has to be planted." The hand gave another squeeze, followed by a long sliding caress, Trowa moaned. "Mhm," GreenThumb crooned, "planted nice and deep." His voice practically throbbed as he said "deep." Being already naked as a naked person could be, it was no difficult feat to squirm until he was straddling Trowa's lap, tugging the tight pants down, one hand still possessively holding onto Trowa's arousal.
Trowa, not one to misunderstand, took the hint. However, he couldn't resist a bit of playtime, sliding GreenThumb off his lap and onto hands and knees. He glanced down at the view, a lecherous grin plastering itself to his face. Idly he wondered if the taste of that lovely little star would be as good as the taste of the mutant's seed. He gave a tentative lick, surprised when it tasted at once, sweet, and very familiar. "Maple syrup?" Trowa asked in surprise, and then gave the little hole a long lick.
"Uhnn," GreenThumb seemed to be having trouble forming a coherent response, he wiggled his hips instead. Finally, he managed to pant, "it's sap."
"Sap?" Trowa looked surprised, and just to make sure, delved his tongue inside a bit, and realized it really was sap, sweet, tasty, and with a consistency of honey.
"I'm," GreenThumb paused, a harsh panting sound all he as capable of emitting for a long moment. Trowa's fingers were digging into his hips as the paddleteam member enthusiastically licked and delved. "I'm like a plant!" it came out shouted, and then GreenThumb merely shivered in delight for a while.
Trowa arrived at several conclusions at once, one – planted took on a whole new meaning, two – fertilization also took on a whole new meaning, and last, three – what on earth was he waiting for? With the final realization, Trowa tugged GreenThumb back up into a kneeling position, turned him around, kissed him soundly, spread his legs, took aim, and slid. "Ohhh," that was almost too good. It was warm and moist with sap, and so impossibly tight it should have been illegal.
GreenThumb howled, and then managed to produce a noise so high in pitch, that Trowa actually couldn't hear it audibly. It was more like a vibration along his nerves, a soundless keening cry of pure pleasure. Duo's legs wrapped around Trowa's ribs, arms circling his head and neck, and he rocked in stilted spurts of hectic sexual energy.
It didn't last long; all too soon, Trowa felt release wash over him, through him, and then out and into GreenThumb. Vaguely he noticed the slightly green tinted semen that had sluiced between them somewhere along the line.
GreenThumb shivered, shook, and then let out a long relaxed moan. "Ohhh, that was mmm," his voice was muffled against Trowa's shoulder. He smiled happily, glad to have at last been planted, the only problem was, he wasn't exactly sure what fertilization would do. As if to answer his unspoken thoughts, Trowa let out a little yelp. Duo tried to lean back, only to discover that his hair seemed to be trapped beneath him. It took him a moment to realize it was because his hair had just grown an additional three feet in length. Oh, so that's what fertilization did.
"We should probably," Trowa started to say, and stopped as Duo began to squirm, then abruptly lifted up and off Trowa's lap with a sticky squelching sound. "Wha-"
GreenThumb Duo was walking towards the fence, the roses on it swaying slightly as if caught in a breeze, but there was no wind. His eyes were glazed, body swaying.
"Are you alright?"
GreenThumb didn't respond, seemingly entranced by something. Then Trowa heard it, a faint scratchy voice on the other side of the fence, it seemed to be crooning something. Trowa stood, following behind Duo when suddenly his feet were trapped by vines that had sprouted from the ground, quickly the vines slid up his legs, firmly rooting him in place. "Duo?"
The crooning became louder, and Trowa could just make out a disturbingly creepy voice. "Oh my pretties you want to be fed? How they've neglected you. My precious beauties, Seymour is here." Just then the fence in front of Duo split, the roses cascading over it and from the other side, pushing the planking aside. His face showed nothing as the man came into view. The bizarre man appeared to be wearing a rather sparkly evening gown, and his hair was incredibly lank and greasy. He also had his cock out and appeared to be trying to fertilize the roses with it. "Oh my, what have we here? You're not one of my precious roses."
To Trowa's surprise, Duo didn't move an inch when the man reached out to touch him. He also didn't seem to notice he was still completely naked. However, the rather creepy man did. "But you're just as pretty aren't you, come closer pretty plant."
Duo swayed closer, and Trowa began to realize that whatever had happened, GreenThumb Duo was not currently in control of his reactions. Even the roses were swaying, and Trowa almost swore he could hear them crying to be fed.
As if to confirm that thought, Seymour crooned again, "oh yes, you are a fine little plant, not a rose, no, not a rose, but I can smell your sap, mm so sweet." He grabbed one of Duo's hands, tugging him through the roses and closer. "Oh yes, I can tell you want to be fed by me as well."
Trowa shivered in disgust as the man – Seymour began caressing Duo's flank with the hand not fondling himself. "Stop it!" he yelled out finally, unable to hold in his revulsion any longer.
However, Duo didn't even flinch, and Seymour barely bothered to flick a glance at the captive PaddleTeam member. "I said stop! What are you doing to him?"
"I have a way with plants," Seymour cackled, and tucking himself back beneath the dress, he took hold of GreenThumb's arm and began tugging him away. "Come on pretty plant, I'll make sure you're *well* fertilized."