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.
Hearing Dick plead with him, beg for it, for him, had Jace pressing his assault, knowing just by feel that it was more giving than simply muscles slipping around making room for him. Jace would make for it with the aftercare and dinner, but he knew he needed Dick around him as much as the crimefighter needed the blond in him.
A whole-body shiver raked Jace's frame the moment he felt himself all the way in. Eyes closed and he sent a silent prayer up to The Angel that he didn't blow his load right then. When his eyes finally flitted opened and he saw Dick's face watching him, Jace gave a wobbly smile, then a more assured one. "If you could take a gym day off from working your ass muscles, my dick would appreciate it," he lied, his body pressing forward and forward, and then forward some more as one knee lifted up and rested on the thick wood top.
With one hand keeping him levered upright, Jace's other hand cupped the back of Dick's head, drawing him close enough to lick at the warm beads that began to run down the front of his chest from the minor wound. "Gonna fuck you sweetly," Jace murmured to the air beside Dick's ear, his hips already starting a slow warble, rocking gently from side to side. The desk would quake, eventually.
Until then, Jace just made himself at home inside his lower, and the moment Dick lifted his mouth from his shoulder, Jace's found it, sucking the wet bottom lip between his teeth as his hips finally drew back to thrust with more authority inside of Dick. A low growl left his throat and buzzed against the other's lips. Now with a free hand again, Jace let it drop down and grip Dick's hip, thumb pressing into skin, knowing Dick was only still because he chose to be.
The sound as his hips pulled back was slick but barely audible over their pants. "Dick," Jace almost whined, feeling Dick's inside cozy up around his shaftmkaing Jace pause in his movements.
It took all he had to wait and breathe through the seconds as they ticked by before Jace was there and pressing inside his body. The pain was a breathtaking roller-coaster of fire-like sensations. It scorched and seared pleasure along every nerve that stretched to accommodate his lover's large cock. Dick heaved out moans, and wild breaths. He called out Jace's name, and scrambled at the desk finding the lower edges of the wood to dig his nails into, cracking them against the hard mahogany surface. It was everything, absolutely everything that Dick wanted, and nothing less. He wanted that heady feeling of pain that takes away everything else as it sends dopamine levels flying high, followed by the rush of being filled by the one person in the world that Dick knew he could let go with.
It was enough to make a man weep. If Dick had been that type of man. He could only snort at what Jace said instead. Head tossed back as he panted, feeling the best he'd felt since the last time they'd been like this. It felt like it'd been forever. Whenever their bodies weren't together, Dick felt like he was missing a part of his soul and once more he was whole. Grinning, he finally lifted his head and looked into those mixed eyes. "Can't. I'm known for my solid ass. What would Nightwing be without the best ass out there. He'd be boring, that's what. Fuck. Jace. You feel so fucking good, baby. I needed you so bad. You and only you fill me like this. Fucking hell."
Sweetly, oh hell. Dick knew that he was in for a ride now. With his own legs up in the air, and gripped tight-- he moved the best he could to meet those thrusts. Dick was a born acrobat and more flexible than most humans ought to be. He rivaled those that wrapped themselves into boxes with the way he could flip and glide between buildings. He moaned briefly, and found his mouth taken up by Jace. Not that it was a problem. He would live with them joined in every method possible. It was on a sigh that he only got half a lap of his tongue at Jace's mouth before it was released.
With that growl, Dick knew what was going to happen. He took a deep breath and grounded himself. "Fuck, oh fuck me Jace." He cried out. He gripped tightly to Jace's shoulders. He could feel that strike against his prostate over and over. It was growing close. He wasn't even sure how much more he could take and he hadn't even touched himself. "Getting closer." He answered.. swallowing down his own panting. He could hold on as long as Jace needed him to, because Jace was the one in control of this. He wouldn't go until given permission.
Dick had been an interesting case study from the start. Not that Jace thought of him as such any more - they were so beyond the Shadowhunter's curiosity that they had actually turned not just from a dalliance or a one night stand but into an actual relationship. Even that first time, fresh from battle and the shower, Jace hadn't known what to expect. For some reason, he'd never considered the protege of Batman could have had a generous bone in his body. If anything, Dick was too generous.
It helped that Jace could be a bit of a greedy lover, so while it worked for them, the blond hadn't stopped appreciating that characteristic since the first time they'd kissed. But now, as Jace felt himself inch his way in, only to be seemingly sucked deeper by Dick's own anticipation, Jace always made sure that what they did was worthy of Dick's attention. To Jace, he'd always been told it was hard to please people, but when he had figured out the secret way to make Dick come undone - and love every moment of it - Jace's confidence had steadily grown.
As the desk creaked below them, solid as it was, Jace felt his pelvis finally make contact, sliding his skin against Dick's. A full-body shiver claimed the blond, a hand on Dick's beefy right thigh, the other on the desk. Strong as he was, Dick managed to make Jace's knees turn to water with just a look. This was much more than that.
Knowing Dick's patience, Jace had quickly learned Dick's body - inside and out. This had been unexpected - thrilling and pleasing, but unexpected - so Jace knew he wasn't long to last. He knew he should have cranked one out in the shower earlier. With every squeeze from Dick's body, Jace drew a little closer to the edge. His own thrusts and retreats teased Dick's insides while the friction kept Jace hard and full inside him. "Dick," Jace exhaled, the name light and familiar on his pouty lips.
"Dick, I'm close too," he admitted, eyes finding the other's, his mouth went from panting to a saliva-flecked grin. Eyes flicked down to watch Dick's cock strain, all on its own, the tiny puddle of precum settling into the hollow at his fourth set of abdominal muscles. "Grip yourself," Jace said, but it was playful, the strange eyes alight as he felt his climax building. "Fuck Dick, I'm gonna fill you up." There was more wit Jace would have liked to get out, but at that moment Dick's insides squeezed his shaft just as Jace thrust inward and the dynamite was lit.
Everything that they'd become had been a sobering miracle to Dick Grayson. This was a man who thought previously that he'd only settle for a female's body as a harbor and not only that, that he was destined to forever fuck up any sort of relationship that he found, especially anything worth having. Jace turned it's all upside down and backwards. They'd become yin and yang almost overnight. Jace filled in every crevice that Dick needed. He was the caulking that Dick needed to seal up and make sure he stood sturdy, and Dick could wrap himself around Jace's tight edges and show him the generous nature he'd always hidden against the harshness of the world he naturally lived in.
They played well in the shadows and dark corners of each of their lives, and never failed to stir one another up, or suit any need sexually. From the very beginning, Dick found that Jace tapped into things the vigilante never knew he needed. A hard body, a firm callous hand-- all of it wrapped around the way they desperately ended up needing one another. The hunger was almost insatiable from day number one. Now there was carnal knowledge that Dick held of Jace, and that Jace held over Dick that no one else could ever claim of over him and he wouldn't want it any other way.
Feeling Jace buried deep inside him, brought Dick to the edge of ecstasy without even needing an orgasm. It was about being filled and known. Jace's fingers were rough, and Dick needed that edge of potential voilence to let him know this was real, that he was needed. In the same way, he dug his nails into Jace's back, and panted-- offering himself as a vessel for the other to use. His muscles squeezed and pulsed as he grew closer to that edge. The desk shook out its complaints as their bodies began to slide along the edge, sweat and beads of come ran like rain along Dick's skin and cock.
Following orders, Dick took hold of his prick and it took merely a few seconds of tugging and he was crying out. "Jace, oh fuck." and come sprang up between them, spilling out as Dick's orgasm tightened his core and spasmed around Jace's cock. It was quick and intense, and covered both their chests. Mere seconds later he could feel Jace's body tense as he fucked deep into Dick and lost himself. "Jace." He cried out again, shoving himself down the best he could, wanting to capture every bit of seed the other spilled inside him.
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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.
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A whole-body shiver raked Jace's frame the moment he felt himself all the way in. Eyes closed and he sent a silent prayer up to The Angel that he didn't blow his load right then. When his eyes finally flitted opened and he saw Dick's face watching him, Jace gave a wobbly smile, then a more assured one. "If you could take a gym day off from working your ass muscles, my dick would appreciate it," he lied, his body pressing forward and forward, and then forward some more as one knee lifted up and rested on the thick wood top.
With one hand keeping him levered upright, Jace's other hand cupped the back of Dick's head, drawing him close enough to lick at the warm beads that began to run down the front of his chest from the minor wound. "Gonna fuck you sweetly," Jace murmured to the air beside Dick's ear, his hips already starting a slow warble, rocking gently from side to side. The desk would quake, eventually.
Until then, Jace just made himself at home inside his lower, and the moment Dick lifted his mouth from his shoulder, Jace's found it, sucking the wet bottom lip between his teeth as his hips finally drew back to thrust with more authority inside of Dick. A low growl left his throat and buzzed against the other's lips. Now with a free hand again, Jace let it drop down and grip Dick's hip, thumb pressing into skin, knowing Dick was only still because he chose to be.
The sound as his hips pulled back was slick but barely audible over their pants. "Dick," Jace almost whined, feeling Dick's inside cozy up around his shaftmkaing Jace pause in his movements.
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It was enough to make a man weep. If Dick had been that type of man. He could only snort at what Jace said instead. Head tossed back as he panted, feeling the best he'd felt since the last time they'd been like this. It felt like it'd been forever. Whenever their bodies weren't together, Dick felt like he was missing a part of his soul and once more he was whole. Grinning, he finally lifted his head and looked into those mixed eyes. "Can't. I'm known for my solid ass. What would Nightwing be without the best ass out there. He'd be boring, that's what. Fuck. Jace. You feel so fucking good, baby. I needed you so bad. You and only you fill me like this. Fucking hell."
Sweetly, oh hell. Dick knew that he was in for a ride now. With his own legs up in the air, and gripped tight-- he moved the best he could to meet those thrusts. Dick was a born acrobat and more flexible than most humans ought to be. He rivaled those that wrapped themselves into boxes with the way he could flip and glide between buildings. He moaned briefly, and found his mouth taken up by Jace. Not that it was a problem. He would live with them joined in every method possible. It was on a sigh that he only got half a lap of his tongue at Jace's mouth before it was released.
With that growl, Dick knew what was going to happen. He took a deep breath and grounded himself. "Fuck, oh fuck me Jace." He cried out. He gripped tightly to Jace's shoulders. He could feel that strike against his prostate over and over. It was growing close. He wasn't even sure how much more he could take and he hadn't even touched himself. "Getting closer." He answered.. swallowing down his own panting. He could hold on as long as Jace needed him to, because Jace was the one in control of this. He wouldn't go until given permission.
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It helped that Jace could be a bit of a greedy lover, so while it worked for them, the blond hadn't stopped appreciating that characteristic since the first time they'd kissed. But now, as Jace felt himself inch his way in, only to be seemingly sucked deeper by Dick's own anticipation, Jace always made sure that what they did was worthy of Dick's attention. To Jace, he'd always been told it was hard to please people, but when he had figured out the secret way to make Dick come undone - and love every moment of it - Jace's confidence had steadily grown.
As the desk creaked below them, solid as it was, Jace felt his pelvis finally make contact, sliding his skin against Dick's. A full-body shiver claimed the blond, a hand on Dick's beefy right thigh, the other on the desk. Strong as he was, Dick managed to make Jace's knees turn to water with just a look. This was much more than that.
Knowing Dick's patience, Jace had quickly learned Dick's body - inside and out. This had been unexpected - thrilling and pleasing, but unexpected - so Jace knew he wasn't long to last. He knew he should have cranked one out in the shower earlier. With every squeeze from Dick's body, Jace drew a little closer to the edge. His own thrusts and retreats teased Dick's insides while the friction kept Jace hard and full inside him. "Dick," Jace exhaled, the name light and familiar on his pouty lips.
"Dick, I'm close too," he admitted, eyes finding the other's, his mouth went from panting to a saliva-flecked grin. Eyes flicked down to watch Dick's cock strain, all on its own, the tiny puddle of precum settling into the hollow at his fourth set of abdominal muscles. "Grip yourself," Jace said, but it was playful, the strange eyes alight as he felt his climax building. "Fuck Dick, I'm gonna fill you up." There was more wit Jace would have liked to get out, but at that moment Dick's insides squeezed his shaft just as Jace thrust inward and the dynamite was lit.
"Oh fuck!"
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They played well in the shadows and dark corners of each of their lives, and never failed to stir one another up, or suit any need sexually. From the very beginning, Dick found that Jace tapped into things the vigilante never knew he needed. A hard body, a firm callous hand-- all of it wrapped around the way they desperately ended up needing one another. The hunger was almost insatiable from day number one. Now there was carnal knowledge that Dick held of Jace, and that Jace held over Dick that no one else could ever claim of over him and he wouldn't want it any other way.
Feeling Jace buried deep inside him, brought Dick to the edge of ecstasy without even needing an orgasm. It was about being filled and known. Jace's fingers were rough, and Dick needed that edge of potential voilence to let him know this was real, that he was needed. In the same way, he dug his nails into Jace's back, and panted-- offering himself as a vessel for the other to use. His muscles squeezed and pulsed as he grew closer to that edge. The desk shook out its complaints as their bodies began to slide along the edge, sweat and beads of come ran like rain along Dick's skin and cock.
Following orders, Dick took hold of his prick and it took merely a few seconds of tugging and he was crying out. "Jace, oh fuck." and come sprang up between them, spilling out as Dick's orgasm tightened his core and spasmed around Jace's cock. It was quick and intense, and covered both their chests. Mere seconds later he could feel Jace's body tense as he fucked deep into Dick and lost himself. "Jace." He cried out again, shoving himself down the best he could, wanting to capture every bit of seed the other spilled inside him.