[For all that Brickston babbles on the more the plant starts to manhandle him, Aether falls silent, eyes eventually sliding closed in concentration -- though it's impossible to do so. Whatever was in that nectar was strong, clouding his mind even further. But Aether is strong-willed, and even if there was some part of him that wouldn't mind seeing this experience out to the end, with someone else in danger, it's not a risk he wants to take.]

Shu... shut up a minute.

[More blooms have arrived by now, their dripping buds seemingly waiting their turn to join the others already pressed inside them. With Aether's teeth still gritted, the most they can do is eagerly press at his cheek and his lips, trying to find more ways inside. But perhaps that would have been preferable over what they seem to decide on instead, slithering down his shirt just as the first one had.]

I can still get us out of this, I just... I-I just need to remember the spell. But it's hard to think with this thing-- a-ahh!

[Any attempt at words is lost as a second bloom pushes inside him, forcing his body forward against Brickston's. Despite the stretch, it doesn't hurt, his body easily bending to the whims of the plant thanks to the nectar. But now with competition, the two vines reaching inside him begin to move, fucking into him with far more vigor and completely stealing away Aether's words.]

[The sheer force of it presses him ever closer to Brickston, their faces touching now as he gasps and moans against him. It feels so shameless to appear like this in front of a stranger, and one he tried to rescue no less. But as he feels himself coming for what's almost certainly just the first time, he finds it even harder to care.]