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That was truth. As much as there was said, there was a lot that went unsaid. It was told in the way Jace acted, even if Dick didn't always understand it. Perhaps Dick knew of Angel blood, but not how pure it was or what it meant for why Jace was always so completely swift with his repercussions beyond him being a fierce competitor and warrior. It didn't necessarily translate into bed, but Dick never minded it. It took his breath away, stealing it like some secret sorcerer would put a genie into a bottle to never escape unless upon his command.

For it wasn't until Jace allowed Dick the freedom of losing his briefs did he finally find the air filling his lungs again. He'd been all but panting like a dog in heat until then, trying to stay focused on something, anything to keep himself from losing it from this sensation alone. They had so much more to do, but Jace had a way of undoing him and leaving him to be swept up later as a puddle on the floor.

With his face, and mouth full of Jace, Dick moved forward and scuttled the underwear he wore, arms circling the other man's neck as he did. He turned and ran his teeth down Jace's cheek because it was the only thing he could get a hold of at the time. He left no marks, for it was only a cursory strike, a lick with teeth. "Taste me, lick me. I'm your slut for the night." He breathed out harshly, feeling his cock jumping.

Reaching down, he grasped it at the tip and held tight, using one of several methods to calm it down so that he wouldn't lose himself too quickly. Dick had been thinking a little too hard about how they'd been enjoying this desk.