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Summary: Slade finds himself distracted by the length of Dicks hair. Smuty little drabble

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Ponytail

There a times when Dick's shoulder long hair is ... distracting.

When he images just how easy it would be to raise his right hand and capture the strands in a fist and twist it until the younger male has no choice but to follow his every move like s puppet. On any other day he wouldn't have a problem to keep those thoughts to himself but today his apprentice is really pushing his limits.

Today the hero has decided to tame his hair by styling it into a ponytail.
He wonders which material the band is made of.
Is it silk? Nothing but a little decoration meant to entice but not to deliver?
Is it rudder? Flexible but biting into the hair, forcefully keeping it in place?
Is it leather? Not as aggressive but firm and unrelenting?

He feels his mouth grow dry as he watches his unsuspecting prey, how the hair rope move teasingly slow along his neck, whispering promises of pleasures just out of reach. Just a few steps and he could be behind him, hand tight in his hair while his mouth is free to explore the soft neck. There would be more than just a small bite, a whole collar of his marks would be forced on his property, ensuring that nobody could challenge his claim.

Would he need both of his hands to keep him in place? Or would the other be free to explore the willling body? To finally be able to touch the skin and scars, to rip them open so that they become his marks?

The hero spins around towards him, making the hair rope play on his skin and his control snap. A cling announces that his mask landed somewhere below them as he forces his lips on the hero with his right hand twisted in the ponytail.

A gasp of surprise opens the mouth below him but the kiss is returned as his left hand starts to wander...