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If hell was found in a hand-basket, it had to be this. Sitting here feeling the way Jace's tongue managed to flick and flutter over Dick's inner muscles and then being able to watch at the exact same time was a greedy torture that Dick didn't even know if he'd ever be ready for. Jace's mouth didn't only trace its welcome tattoos against that tortured entrance, but he also moved against the proud muscle of his thigh, and right along the padded flesh directly around it. All of it made Dick wish that he could dive into heavenly waters and succumb to whatever status they had waiting for him already, while the other part never wanted this to end.

"Jace. You. Fuck. I love you." It came out a lot easier now than the first few times whether it was while they were having sex, or they weren't. It was also filed behind a shitton of meaning too. All the things that Dick didn't do before, he poured into this relationship with torrential rains. It didn't hurt that there was a bond that didn't know how to break, a tie that could never be torn asunder. He needed Jace, and that was no small need. It was a desperation, frantic, frenzied need that left him broken and hopelessly shattered on the other side without the other man. They were tied soul to soul, and he could feel that now through the moans that thrust against his skin and crawled over him like tiny ants all set on doing on thing, and that was driving his mind to the brink.

Listening to Jace sigh, Dick knew that he had released his own pants. The sound of them dropping away made his cock stand straighter, fill with even more blood as it waited, primed for more. "That's it baby. I love it when you're naked for me. You've the best body in this whole damn world. Fucking gorgeous. I'm so fucking lucky." Dick groaned out a series of curses when fingers became mouth. Dick pushed against these, digging back against their intrusion. A rock of his hips sent that tiny thumb just past the entrance and a little deeper than Jace's tongue had been. Fuck if he didn't want something inside him, he knew it was his turn to be filled, and Dick began to crave it like a pregnant woman and pickles.