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"You're good at what you do, and I've been horny for a while and thinking of you for a while. So, yeah, that close you bastard." Dick teased and licked over his lip, sliding his hand down his cock once to grip the base for a few seconds. It doesn't take that long before he's got better collection of himself. He knows how to edge himself, and he's gotten used to this particular game with Jace. Dick isn't going to come anytime soon. They have a few more pins to knock out before either of them get to find a modicum of relief.

"I love it when you talk dirty to me. You're so filthy, and I will let you know that this isn't over until one of us has a dick inside them." Listening to Jace this time, and enjoying the take charge side of his personality in this, Dick moves to the edge of the desk and lets his eyes become tiny slanted windows to what's about to happen. Hands squeeze and scratch at the hardwood surface beneath them when Jace lifts his legs.

There were only a few things that could happen now and all of them brought chipped breaths of oxygen panting from Dick's overtaxed lungs. When Jace moved in and began to tongue his entrance with all the force and mercy of a man starved, Dick tossed his head back and cried out to the gods he never believed in. "Fuck me. Oh god, Jace. You're so fucking good at that." He moaned and tried not to slide forward, moving his hands back further so that he could grip the edge of the desk, knuckles white under the growling wolf that took him over.

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Snorting at Dick's prophetic statement, Jace took it as a compliment. If he allowed himself to think on it too much, instead of just enjoying - and being - in the moment, the blond would realize that like this, on his knees, buried face-deep between Dick's legs, he could tell a corporate day from a crimefighting day. Both were good, heady and strong and lush with what he assumed were pheromones, but corporate days, like today...Dick was just drier. The man could stand in front of a boardroom of people three times his age and not break out in a sweat. Luckily, the workout Dick got from battling the bad guys of Gotham City left him sopping wet sometimes.

Trying to anticipate Dick by his tone, Jace's right hand stayed high on his thigh, anchoring Dick to the desktop, fingertips embedded in the skin. The other eased slightly down his lover's inner thigh, fingers pulling at the skin, pressing into the muscles there, widening Jace's vantage point. His tongue flicked out then tried to corkscrew in. Dick was so tight, and Jace had always appreciated a challenge. Mirroring Dick's moan, Jace pressed his mouth more fully there, those sparse thigh hairs tickling his nostrils as he worked to get Dick to blossom. He could feel Dick's heel midway between his shoulder blade and waist. The thought of it sliding against a rune was more a turn on than Jace would have thought.

Once his mouth was firmly wedged, his hand dropped away after setting Dick's leg laterally along the front of the desk. A second later, Jace lifted his hips then released a contented sigh, his cock and sac finally free of their own confines, hard and heavy. Dick had made Jace a more thoughtful lover, and ignoring his own urges to focus on Dick's was the distraction the Shadowhunter needed.

Finally coming up for air just as he felt Dick began to dilate, Jace wiped his mouth on Dick's meaty thigh, biting at the skin without breaking it. His lips needed a break, pressure from his forehead replacing his hand as fingers slipped down and back, playing Dick's opening like a harp. "You bring it out in me," Jace admitted, his words slightly muffled, seeing his fingers in his mind, nails slipping under Dick's butt cheek so his thumb could flick against the edge, tracing the tight circle, waiting for it to yawn open.

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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.

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It took Jace longer than he liked to get the words out of his mouth. He could blame it on the way he was trying to eat through Dick's thick thigh muscle like a turkey leg, but feelings were things that Jace wrestled with daily. Most of them were reflected inward, unhappy with himself, with what he was doing, with how he was portraying himself, for finally feeling anything. His hawk had died, and the echo of that lived inside him like a constantly banging gong or a toothache he kept touching with his tongue.

The words finally burbled up, eyes flicking over to try and catch Dick's face. "Love you too." He meant it, and it was like peeling a scab off that had just formed. It felt good but hurt but the good kind of pain he'd been raised to feel for his entire life. It meant he meant it. It meant it was true.

When Dick shifted forward and Jace felt his thumb get swallowed, his confidence returned, thrusting his thumb in further, turning it and then making it into a hook inside his lover. A tiny tug and he knew Dick was his, even though he'd already known that. "Gonna fuck you on your desk," Jace muttered, the words soft but tart, muffled as his mouth spoke and ate the juicy thigh in front of him at the same time. Suddenly he was up on his feet, mouth skirting up Dick's stomach and chest to seize his neck, just to the right of his Adam's apple.

Teeth sliced inward but refused to break the skin. Jace's tongue slid over the peppery tapestry, drawing Dick's flavor across his tongue. "You're so hot like this, so needy. Gonna seed you then make you dinner," Jace promised, his words curling around the smile on his red, red lips. His thumb popped out with a quiet sigh as it was replaced a second later. "Bare down, lover," Jace begged, already feeling the head of his cock breech.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

"Oh fuck!"

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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.