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As Jace watched Dick's hand move down to squeeze his head, a blond eyebrow ticked upward. "That close, huh?" Jace was flattered, really, because while he'd always been good with his mouth, it never got the kind of workout Dick allowed him. "Keep hold of it," Jace said quietly, kissing Dick's mouth, now more slowly, almost lazily. Stamina wasn't an issue with the baton-wielding crusader, but Jace knew if he could get Dick edging for just a bit longer, the pay off for both of them would be so much better. His rough fingertips glided across the expanse of Dick's chest, being careful to not even let his gnawed nails hitch against his erect nipples.

Because Jace had plans of his own.

"It's always my goal to turn you into a twitching, exhausted puddle," Jace chuckled, finally pulling away enough so that Dick's hand disconnected from his shoulder. "Scoot to the edge," he said, Jace squatting, then thinking better of it, getting on his knees. The cool wetness seeped through the fabric as he used Dick's boxer briefs for cushion. He hoped Dick complied because once the back of each knee was on a shoulder, Jace lifted Dick up slightly. Cupping the man's kneecaps to keep him steady, Jace slid his upper body forward, hands following and squeezing at the strong, meaty thighs under them.

Bypassing the obvious, Jace buried his face between Dick's legs, feeling the weight of his sac on the bridge of his nose as the blond began to lap at his lover's hole. A low growl left his throat, hunger building as Jace began to make a meal of him.