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Jason is no little red riding hood, and Dick is certainly no big bad wolf. But when Dick gets like this, facing Jason down, it’s hard not to feel a little weak at the knees out of sheer instincts when Dick towers over him in his full wolf form so easily.
Ears and snout and teeth and all.
Even as the wolf stands hunched over, Jason still has to tilt his head all the way back just to see the tips of Dick’s flickering ears. So to have the warmth in those baby blues turn on him, pupils a slit and made ablaze, Jason can’t help but feel a little intimidated by all of Dick’s focus as it is placed solidly on him.
It lands like a punch in a soft tender place that will bruise for days.
It only spurs Jason into motion, into yanking Dick down that last feet, drawing their distance until there's none. He feels that low growl coming from the depth of Dick’s chest before he actually hears it. Perhaps the only similarity between Jason and Dick and the little red riding hood and her big bad wolf is that no matter how lost Jason gets, Dick will always find him too.
Jason buries himself into the thick fur on the underside of Dick’s jaw, waits for that growl to turn into a rumble into a pleased low keen that leaves Jason’s mouth all dry. Has him swallowing hard as Dick ducks down to get in even closer, just nuzzling in.
Like this, Dick doesn’t always know his full strength.
Like this, Dick is instinctual, and all of his instincts are fueled by the sense of having Jason this close.
“So, you want to fight? Is that it?" Jason goads, asking the wolf knowing he isn't about to get an answer.
But that's hardly the point.
The point is that Jason doesn't bare his throat in surrender. He bares his throat to have it bitten bloody and raw.
"And you say you don't like to lose control." Jason lets out a sharp winded laugh with that, a near rasp of a thing that gets knocked out of him as Dick gets in even closer, putting his whole weight down on him until it's a little hard to breathe. It only makes Jason want to run his mouth further, knowing Dick doesn't have half the mind to really understand all of this nonsense coming off of his tongue. It's exactly how he likes it. Making confessions to an empty room like he is shouting into the void. It would be too embarrassing otherwise. "Like I said, this is your safe space and I'm your controlled environment. So come on, Dick. Let loose already."
Jason is the black sheep that wanders too far from the flock.
Dick is the wolf that's been starved for so, so long. He watches him with those blue eyes, all big and wet and wide and Jason reckons he will get his teeth in him for a taste in due time. Flat on his back with the wolf looming over him, and Jason beckons him in. A guiding nudge of Jason’s hand and Dick pushes his muzzle right up against Jason’s neck.
Dick’s teeth are sharpened to the finest edge, but when it is pressed to the soft tender column of Jason’s throat like this?
It can’t be mistaken as anything but a kiss.