Jace started to say that of course he did. Alec was his best friend, his parabatai. But he closed his mouth, because honestly? Did he? Had this place changed Alec in ways Jace didn't know about? Had Alec always told Jace everything? Jace knew he sure as hell hadn't told Alec everything. "He's had to adjust, I guess," was all he said.

Jace smirked. "Also not super obedient, either, if we're being honest."

See. This. This was was the problem, the terror Jace had had since the moment he'd woken up and found out what the mark on his neck meant. Not because he was forced to be a Submissive. Not because he had to obey the Dominants in the City. Not even that his choices were being taken from him.

No. His fear was because Jace... liked it.

Instead of getting outraged, or offended, or even just indignant at the blatant offer to fuck him from an almost complete stranger, Jace could, instead, feel his body flush with his heat, and his mouth get dry, forcing him to swallow. His eyes widened just slightly and his pulse jumped and a sudden image of Caliban just... taking him. Right there and then. Right in this alleyway. It didn't repulse Jace. It should, it absolutely should. Instead Jace just licked his lips, and tried, and failed to keep from letting his eyes roam down over Caliban's body. He was more than a little hoarse when he finally spoke. "I uh. I'll keep that in mind."