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Tim doesn't wear his silver chain that night. Jason had expressed concerns when he found out how often Tim was wearing it (i.e., all the time), and for how long he'd been doing that (i.e. since he was old enough to go to school). Tim had wanted to brush Jason off, but he'd traced the slow-to-heal line near-branded into Tim's neck with an almost aching tenderness. So he's trying it out.

The only problem is, he hasn't rawdogged a full moon basically ever. So he could blame what happens on that. But he knows that wouldn't be strictly true.

It's not like he doesn't know about his own knot. Horny is one of the approximately three emotions he feels during the peak of the full moon, so he's-- familiar. With it. The knot.

He knows how it feels when it's about to blow, knows how long it takes to go down. He's never-- with anyone before, he and Steph never really got that far, and with Jason--

His memories of that first time are hazed in blood and pain and want, but he remembers it more than Jason thinks he does. He knows Jason didn't clock that particular aspect of his, uh. Anatomy.

It clearly freaked Jason out that Tim had trouble remembering, to the point that he's nixed all sexual activities since. No matter how much Tim has tried to convince him otherwise, he can't quite believe that Tim wanted everything that happened. And then some.

By the time they get here, naturally, Tim is a little pent up. A month of start and stops had him practically whining in Jason's lap, wishing Jason would let him touch, would let them taste each other, would let either of them bite. Jason hasn't fed from Tim since that night, and it's everything Tim wants, and been denied.

So when Jason flips them around, pushing Tim's legs open and sinking down to his knees between them, all remaining blood rushes to Tim's dick, leaving none behind for his brain to possibly remember to warn Jason that he's packing something extra that Jason might want to be careful about putting in his mouth. Maybe.