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Anything but the laptop could have been flung across that desk and Dick would have been more than fine with enjoying every flavor of Jace, or visa versa. It didn't matter who wanted to be in charge for the night. Every way that it went, Dick sat squarely in the victor's chair every time. He loved the way they changed and moved against one another, always enjoying something new and different with each time they fell inside each other and let the world sink away.

Tonight was no different. "I'll take everything." Dick meant it too. He'd take it all from his love. There was nothing that he'd leave behind, there was nothing Dick would hesitate to sink into. He'd take blood, body and soul, every passionate breath that boiled from heated lips to perfectly bare skin. When Jace spun them wildly about, dancing away his shirt, until they were back where they began, Dick smirked and tipped his head against the pull on his hair and ran his teeth tightly against the hunter's neck, leaving small marks in his wake.

A small lap of apology followed, until it was taken up by a gasp when Jace found his nipple. "Fuck. You know what that does to me, and I love it." His hips jutted quietly against Jace's rutting their cocks together again and again. Dick drove himself against his lover with a purpose. "Keep it up, and see how long I let you last like this."