Hero x Villain // O/O // Closed

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.

Rowan's eyes flickered as Damian's nails dug into his skin. He moved so that Damian was pinned beneath him without breaking the kissing, his hands roaming over Damian's body, through his hair. His mouth stayed pressed to Damian's, not wanting to break this, to end this. He held the other male closer, bodies pressed together.

“Mmmmm…” Damian body temperature dipped again, but he made himself calm down and bring it back up. Maybe this could test his control, and maybe he’d learn to control his magic enough so they could… What am I thinking? Would he really want to have sex with me if I had kept a whole half of my life a secret from him? Damian wrapped his legs around the male, pressing his waist up against him. Gosh, they were so close… Damian wanted him so bad. He wanted to know what it felt like, he wanted to know- Damian. Stop. You are going to freeze him if you keep thinking like this, Damian reminded himself and he forced those thoughts away quickly.

Rowan pulled him close, didn't stop kissing him except to breathe just for a moment, then bringing their lips crashing back together. He didn't want to stop this. Didn't want to stop kissing and holding Damian. He didn't want to ever let go. While they were kissing, there was less of a chance of Rowan fucking it up. Of doing or saying something wrong.

Damian accidentally moaned into the passionate kiss, and kissed Rowan back with desperation. He pressed his waist as close as he could to Rowan as his hands went over the other male’s strong, muscled back. Damian’s nails accidentally tug in a little bit as he held on tightly, unable to be close enough to Rowan. He felt so deprived of something like this, it was more than amazing to be kissed like this.

Rowan inhaled at the feeling of nails digging into his back, but he didn't really mind. It didn't hurt that badly. He smiled at the moan, but didn't break the kiss as his hands roved over Damian's body, touching and exploring everywhere, finding the sensitive spots. He was careful to avoid the wound in Damian's side, though, hands steering clear of it. Everywhere else, though, was fair game.

Damian loved this. He loved this so fucking much. Just as those hands went over his chest, right over his pecs- Rowan found his weakness. “O-Ohhh~” Damian arched his back a little, body temperature dipped but he quickly tried to get it back up. He was half successful, at least. “Ro-Rowan… mmmm, Rowan…” Damian breathed, trying to pull the other man even closer even though they were already right up against each other.

Rowan smirked a little, and his hands hovered in that part, rubbing over Damian's body just in that sensitive spot. He pressed another kiss to Damian's mouth, trailing his lips down the other's jaw and neck, sucking lightly for a moment. He linked a leg over Damian's, holding him as close as possible.

“A-Ahhh- Ahhh~” Damian gasped before he immediately kissed Rowan back. He was keenly aware of where those lips traveled, and gosh when he sucked- “Rowan~” Damian let out a soft moan and he was instantly blushing again. He couldn’t be close enough to this man, he needed to be closer, he needed Rowan to be in- No. Damian you need to stop right now or you’ll end up freezing him, Damian reminded himself but that thought quickly was brushed away as if a leaf in a fall breeze.

Rowan smirked again, and pulled away for a moment, then sucked at Damian's neck again, tongue flicking out for a moment and pressing to the cool skin of Damian's neck. He smiled, and tugged him even close, not that there was really any room left between them anymore. He wanted this. He wanted Damian, as much as Damian would or could give him.

“Mmm- Rowan-“ Damian moaned softly again, because gosh that tongue. He wanted Rowan so badly. So, so, so badly. Damian felt himself get slightly colder, and he knew he needed to shut this down before he ended up ruining it all. “Rowan… mmmmm… we should… stop…” But Damian only pulled at the other man, curse himself. “but I don’t- o-hhh- want to…”