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Dick's accusation got a snort out of Jace, his mouth tightening and vacuuming harder was the blond's rebuttal. Some things were still left unsaid between them, mostly because they simply didn't come up. Dick knew of the angel blood, at least, so he would know why Jace was so adamant and swift with his repercussions. Smirking though, Jace was now up to his wrist inside Dick's boxer briefs, palm gently weighing his lover's sac like a coin purse. Greeted with the salty, extra-buttery tang on his mouth, Jace lapped more deeply, humming in pleasure as the front of Dick's underwear got more darkly stained.

Finally lifting his head off him, Jace mashed his face against Dick's, pulling his bottom lip between his own, tasting the coppery delight that was the other's blood. It swam over Jace's tongue and seemed to stain his lips, puckered and already a little bruised from his earlier intentions. "Now they're just in the way," he said, lips murmuring against Dick's, not wanting to pull away, not wanting to do anything more in that moment than be present with him.

And perhaps boss him around.

"Up and off," he cooed against the shell of Dick's right ear. How far they were off were up to the sleuth, but Jace had a feeling Dick would want himself free just as eagerly as the Shadowhunter did. His front teeth nipped at Dick's ear, Jace realizing he was panting. "The better to taste you, my dear." No one would ever assume Jace to be a wolf in sheep's clothing, he was absolutely a wolf.