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Jace smiled at Dick's proclamation, but the blond wasn't sure if he was being gracious or greedy and part of the Shadowhunter wanted Dick to be both. Air huffed from Jace's nostrils as Dick's teeth found his skin, causing the brown locks to shift before settling back in the casual handsomeness Dick always seemed to have. Put together without a care, the swagger and the confidence of a born fighter with the grace of someone just as cautious.

A chuckle burbled up from Jace's throat, his fingers yanking back toward himself, pulling Dick's nipple with them before releasing it. Slowly, like a stop-motion film, Jace's fingers tiptoe-walked down Dick's chest to his stomach, then lower. Passing his navel, they finally found the button to Dick's pants, slipping the shiny button through the loop. A second later, they did the same to Jace's, the material of his jeans seeming to sigh open like a bud facing the rising sun. "Oops," he said, with no apology in his tone.

His clothes were loose when compared to his work clothes, the tough black leather used to keep him safe from blades and teeth and claws. Damn his own hubris, but Jace liked the way he looked, and even in a grocery store visit wouldn't allow himself to look sloppy.

A puff of air rolled over his fat bottom lip, hips shifting as his erection tried to straighten itself inside his boxer briefs. A lone fingertip strummed the elastic band of Dick's own underwear like a lazy guitarist before practice before tracing up the ravine leading to his lover's hip. If only Lewis and Clark has such lovely landscape to chart, they probably wouldn't have ever returned to give their report.