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Snorting at Dick's prophetic statement, Jace took it as a compliment. If he allowed himself to think on it too much, instead of just enjoying - and being - in the moment, the blond would realize that like this, on his knees, buried face-deep between Dick's legs, he could tell a corporate day from a crimefighting day. Both were good, heady and strong and lush with what he assumed were pheromones, but corporate days, like today...Dick was just drier. The man could stand in front of a boardroom of people three times his age and not break out in a sweat. Luckily, the workout Dick got from battling the bad guys of Gotham City left him sopping wet sometimes.

Trying to anticipate Dick by his tone, Jace's right hand stayed high on his thigh, anchoring Dick to the desktop, fingertips embedded in the skin. The other eased slightly down his lover's inner thigh, fingers pulling at the skin, pressing into the muscles there, widening Jace's vantage point. His tongue flicked out then tried to corkscrew in. Dick was so tight, and Jace had always appreciated a challenge. Mirroring Dick's moan, Jace pressed his mouth more fully there, those sparse thigh hairs tickling his nostrils as he worked to get Dick to blossom. He could feel Dick's heel midway between his shoulder blade and waist. The thought of it sliding against a rune was more a turn on than Jace would have thought.

Once his mouth was firmly wedged, his hand dropped away after setting Dick's leg laterally along the front of the desk. A second later, Jace lifted his hips then released a contented sigh, his cock and sac finally free of their own confines, hard and heavy. Dick had made Jace a more thoughtful lover, and ignoring his own urges to focus on Dick's was the distraction the Shadowhunter needed.

Finally coming up for air just as he felt Dick began to dilate, Jace wiped his mouth on Dick's meaty thigh, biting at the skin without breaking it. His lips needed a break, pressure from his forehead replacing his hand as fingers slipped down and back, playing Dick's opening like a harp. "You bring it out in me," Jace admitted, his words slightly muffled, seeing his fingers in his mind, nails slipping under Dick's butt cheek so his thumb could flick against the edge, tracing the tight circle, waiting for it to yawn open.