(Lol I’m actually gonna interrupt them, though for later reference would just going to pm be okay with you?)
Damian watched as his pants were pulled off, his temperature taking a sharp dip and- Damian pushed himself away, scrambling to the other side of the bed with eyes hinted by fear and nervousness. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t control his magic. It was just like last time, and Damian honestly didn’t know why he let himself get his hopes up. Last time, his ex had grabbed his pants and his hands had gotten so cold they gave her frostbite—that was were the night abruptly ended, along with their relationship. Damian was pretty sure she still had the scars on her abdomen. He couldn’t do that to Rowan, he couldn’t take that risk of his powers going wild. “I’m sorry,” Damian whispered weakly, curling in on himself and facing away from Rowan.
(lol oof alright. Yeah PM is fine)
Rowan blinked, sitting back and holding his hands up for a moment. "Hey hey hey, woah, it's…it's fine." He said slowly, clearing his throat and sitting down again. "It's alright. It's…it's a little soon to be doing… anything…anyways." he bit his lip, keeping his eyes above Damian's waist, at his head, his face. He didn't want to look any lower.
Damian stayed there, still facing away from Rowan as he reigning in his powers. Gosh he was so close to being found out, what was he thinking? “I’m sorry,” He repeated anyways, still not moving as he fought to push his chaotic emotions away. Damian took a deep breath, then another, before slowly getting up and grabbing his pants, not wasting much time to put them back on. He sat back on the bed away from Rowan and looked downwards in shame. “Can- can we still cuddle?” Damian whispered, not daring look up at Rowan just yet in fear of ridicule.
Rowan let out a breath, and nodded. "Yeah. Come here." He reached out and pulled Damian close, wrapping his arms around him. He was kicking himself. I scared him. That must be it. He looked at me and remembered what I can do, and… He took a deep breath. Forever alone, except for me. Reaper crooned. Rowan clenched his jaw for a moment. Shut up.
Damian happily tumbled into Rowan’s arms as he buried himself away from the world. The reality simply was he’d never be able to do these kinds of things, he’d never be able to go far in a relationship without telling them about his powers. Damian snuggled closer, wrapping his arms tightly around the other man and pressing his face into his shoulder. He didn’t mind the ache from his side, he could ignore it easily when he could hide in Rowan’s strong arms.
Rowan held him close. "I'm sorry if I scared you." he murmured quietly, gently running a hand through Damian's hair. He kissed Damian's forehead, holding him as close as he could. He hoped he hadn't scared Damian, but it was the only reason he could think of. Or maybe they had just moved too fast, and That had scared him. He wasn't sure.
“You didn’t scare me,” Damian whispered immediately, leaning into Rowan’s touch and kiss. “It wasn’t you at all. I’m- I- I don’t think I’m ready for it yet,” Damian told him weakly, desperately wishing he could tell him the truth. He wanted to tell Rowan how much he wanted him, how much he loved being in his arms, but he held his tongue. Damian would be found out, and if Rowan knew that he had Frost within his fingertips… Revealing who he was would put himself in a deadly predicament, to say the least.
Rowan nodded, running his fingers through Damian's hair. "Oh. Okay. I just…" He sighed softly, biting his lip. "Please tell me if I ever scare you. Because I don't want to." I don't want you to ever be scared of me. He pressed another soft kiss to Damian's cheek, holding him close. Rowan was still shirtless, not having bothered to put one back on.
“Alright. I promise I’ll tell you,” Damian told him softly, snuggling closer to the other man’s warm chest. At least he still had that. He still could snuggle into Rowan and still be with him—he hadn’t fucked this up for good like he had last time. “I don’t think you could scare me,” He mumbled, though that wasn’t including the times when Damian had to out on his Frost mask.
Rowan smiled. "Alright. Good." He replied quietly. He smoothed Damian's hair back from his face, smiling lightly. He pressed a kiss to the other male's temple. "I don't want to scare another person away." He said in a soft voice. He hadn't really meant to say it. It had just…slipped out.
Damian paused for a second before replying, his voice a whisper, “I don’t want to anger another person away.” Damian slowly kissed Rowan’s soft cheek and nuzzled his face against the other male’s. Warm and safe and gentle. Damian trusted Rowan, and he didn’t want to ruin it, even if that meant keeping his powers hidden from him for the rest of his life.
Rowan shook his head. "I'd never." He replied softly. He held Damian close. After a moment, he lay down, pulling Damian with him, and tugged him close again. Should I kill him now? Reaper asked. Rowan shivered as he felt the Reaper's claws in his mind. No. Don't you fucking touch him.
Damian let out a happy hum, closing his eyes and laying contently with Rowan. This was amazing. Just simply snuggling made his heart feel warm and fuzzy even if his skin and body was cold. Damian felt Rowan shiver a little and instantly felt bad, putting the blame on himself for that, so he grabbed at blanket and tried to tug it over them.
Rowan smiled, and helped Damian pull the blanket over them. He pressed a soft kiss to the other's mouth, tugging him closer. "You sure you're alright?" He murmured against Damian's lips, stroking a hand along the other male's cheek. He really hoped Damian was okay. He didn't want him to be hurt or anything.
Damian didn’t hesitate with kissing him back. “Yeah, I’m okay,” Damian smiled brightly against Rowan’s lips to prove it. “I’m better than okay.” Damian trusted Rowan, despite him being the Reaper and all. It was just… different. Damian just felt like that if Rowan hadn’t ever shown any similarities to how he acted when they were fighting each other, everything would be fine. And, with his side… well, he’d ignored worse wounds for longer times before, so his side was hardly anything. Especially when he had a guy like Rowan to distract him and make him feel better.
Rowan let out a quick sigh. "Okay. Good. I-I…" He shook his head a little. "I really don't want you to be hurt. Because of me. Or…or anything." He let out a sort laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm not explaining myself very well." He kissed Damian again, tugging him closer. He wanted to be close to him. He did.
Damian kissed him back greedily, pulling himself as close as he possibly could and pressing his chest up against Rowan’s. “You… don’t… need… to… apologize…” Damian murmured between kissing Rowan, savoring the taste of those lips on his, “for… anything…” Damian trusted Rowan. Maybe this was all some sick joke and he was being played -that very well could be the case, and Rowan was just luring him in to kill him- but Damian just couldn’t believe in that possibility.
Rowan nodded a little, kissing Damian back happily, tasting the other male's lips on his own, arms tightening around him. "Okay." He said softly. He wished that were true. He wished that there weren't quite so much that he needed to apologise for. He nipped Damian's lower lip gently, running a hand through his hair.
Damian loved it when Rowan nipped at his lip. It was enough to distract him from how he really shouldn’t be here, he really shouldn’t be with Rowan. Damian’s own hands began traced over Rowan’s arms, savoring the muscles beneath and the warmth he could steal from Rowan. He wanted to be like this all night. Damian wanted to fall asleep in Rowan’s arms, he wanted to have someone to hold him through the night.
Rowan held him close, loving the feeling of Damian in his arms, loving the fact that he wasn't alone. He wasn't alone. You're never alone, Rowan. Reaper rasped. Rowan's eyes flickered slightly, and he shut them, kissing Damian fiercely. I am always alone. I hate you. You don't count as company. Rowan replied to the monster in his head. He hated this. He hated that no one he loved was safe, because of him. Because of what he was.
Damian hummed into the kiss, opening his mouth slightly in silent invitation. Gosh, for a semi psychotic murderer, Rowan was a wonderful kisser. Damian kissed Rowan a little harder and tried to press every inch of his body up against the other male. A yawn threatened to escape Damian, but he held it back despite his fast approaching exhaustion.
Rowan's tongue darted out and traced along Damian's lip, before darting inside for just a moment. He held Damian close, hands roaming up and down his back, one moving to cup the back of the pale haired male's head.
Damian accidentally let out a noise of pleasure into the kiss. Gosh that tongue, he wanted that tongue on him, not just his lips but his- Damian forced himself not to get too excited, knowing his body temperature was plummeting. He was determined to keep himself in the safe zone, temperature-wise. If he couldn’t have sex without freezing whatever was around him, he wasn’t going to give up kissing for anything.
Rowan continued, not really minding or caring about the sudden dips in Damian's body temperature. His tongue kept flicking out and exploring Damian's mouth as he pulled Damian closer. He wanted this. He wanted Damian in any way he could have him. Even if the other didn't want sex yet or just couldn't right now, he wanted as much as Damian would give him.
Damian let out a soft noise, his nails digging into Rowan’s shoulders a little and he pulled himself closer against the male’s body. Damian made a noise that sounded similar to ‘I’m sorry’, but it was mostly undecipherable because Damian refused to break the heated kiss for longer enough to talk. Rowan’s lips and tongue just felt so, so good. It was a miracle Damian hadn’t frozen anything solid yet, honestly.
