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These were the little things that they didn't share. The small intimate details of their lives that they didn't touch on so much during the pillow talk. Dick had shared more than Jace did, he thought. Dick figured that there was more about Shadowhunter life that Jace didn't share, because he figured that maybe Dick wouldn't or couldn't understand. Maybe he wouldn't understand why Jace's falcon had been killed by his pseudo father. A thing that no true father would ever do. It was the same for Dick being put out in the woods to be hunted by a wolf. He wasn't allowed to show fear. He had to control it. The wolf had to fear him, never the other way around. Fathers, rather pseudo fathers were strange creatures. Neither of them spoke where they should, where it would help them understand why Dick needed to say those three little words, and why it was so hard for Jace to say them.

At least Dick did understand how genuine it was when it came through those Jace's lips. He knew what it was when it was hard to speak. For so many, many years it'd been like pulling teeth to say anything that came from emotions. Then Dick had died and life had changed. Jace had died too, but the circumstances of their resurrections were so wholly different.

Jace and Dick would always belong to one another. Nothing could change it. They'd take one another every chance they could to prove it, and it wouldn't surprise Dick if one day he wore one of Jace's runes as a brand against his skin to help prove to Jace exactly how much he belonged to the other man. They'd moved in together with barely even mentioning it. It was a thing that happened, like breathing they knew that one wouldn't exist without the other.

Feeling Jace as a part of him again, Dick pushed toward that thumb-- that tiny intrusion in his body and anchored himself there. "Fuck, Jace. I can't help it. I need you now." There was all but a whimper from his lips as he rocked against the desk.

Leaning back, Dick took a deep breath. He was hardly prepped, but it didn't matter-- he'd bite his teeth through the pain, and take whatever it took to feel Jace inside him again. He wanted Jace to climb up on this desk and fuck him until the solid wood itself shook against the force of their desperate need for one another. "Fuck. Oh . Fuck. Jace. Yes."

He reached up and dug his fingernails into Jace's shoulder, leaving behind bloody little wells as he waited for Jace to take completely possession of him. He didn't want to be Dick any longer, but an extension of the man he loved. He wished some days that Jace was some sort of living vampire that could bite through Dick's neck and take a part of him every time they were like this-- because in part that's what Dick felt like almost every time he was filled by Jace.