Page 19 of Lovesick Titan

They should slow down. And think. Danny had so much tosay.

“Danny…” Cho breathed against his lips.

They were practically on top of each other as Cho reached between Danny’s legs and felt the growing hardness there. Danny rocked into his touch. It was as if all the adrenaline from before had fueled into want and nothing but each other could quench it.

“Take me apart again, Sparky,” Cho begged. “Please.”

Diving forward, Danny kissed Cho deeper, hands fumbling for the clasps of their jeans, trying to find some way to do it allfasterwithout hurting Cho when he was still beaten.

His hand came down on the couch cushion into something squishy and he pulled back with a grimace. The steak.

“Upstairs,” Cho said with a chuckle as he tossed the steak onto the coffee table. “Get us upstairs.”

“Okay…”

“And take your shoes off first.”

Danny laughed. He’d completely forgotten he still had his shoes on. He looked Cho in the eyes and had never wanted him more.

Lightning jumping them to the bedroom—after leaving his shoes at the door—he laid Cho out on the bed. On hisnewbed, still with the same frame as the one he’d destroyed but the bedding was brighter blue now with accents in white instead of navy.

The bruises that had faded on Cho had been replaced by a new one budding around his eye, but his cuts were lighter, even the one on his lip, and his arm was bandaged. Danny could be gentle. Danny could take such good care of him. He wanted to make it better for Cho than it had ever been before.

Hurrying out of his clothes, he returned to run both hands up Cho’s stomach before dragging them down again and bringing the man’s jeans and underwear down with him. Cho was hard just from the promise of this. And he was so beautiful. The scars didn’t diminish that; they never could.

Claiming supplies from the nightstand and setting them on the bed, Danny barely paused for breath. He returned to kiss Cho and settled between his legs, parting them,liftingthem. Never once did he stop the desperate lapping of their tongues as he brought two lube-coated fingers down and teased Cho’s entrance.

He didn’t rush, much as their pace insisted they wanted to. He took his time twirling the slick pads of his fingers, scarcely pushing inside of Cho more than the barest breach. Free hand finding the scar at Cho’s hip, he touched it with all the reverence it deserved as he pressed a finger in past the knuckle that sparked with electricity.

“Fuck,” Cho snapped his head aside to moan, “I missed you.”

“Me too, Mal,” Danny nudged his nose along Cho’s jaw, “me too…”

Each twist of his finger inside of Cho was accompanied by a graze of his other hand across a scar. The one on Cho’s stomach. His clavicle. His shoulder. A gentle, barely-there pass over the bandage on his arm. Cho shivered and opened up eagerly when Danny pushed a second finger inside.

His legs encircled Danny as he was worked open, scars teased, neck gently kissed. It was when Cho’s moans faded into soft, pleading whimpers that Danny looked him in the eyes. Rolling on a condom without breaking the connection of their gazes, when Danny was ready and pressed to the slick, puckered skin, he held Cho at his hip and the side of his face and kissed him. Each new inch inside was punctuated by a flick of Danny’s tongue—along Cho’s lips, past his teeth, plunged indeep. Cho whined through it all, shivering as Danny sheathed himself slowly.

Danny drifted his hand down from Cho’s hip to beneath his knee and lifted it higher. Cho tried to keep their lips and tongues connected, but with each slow, rhythmic thrust, the noises leaving him increased. His voicewreckedwas like nothing Danny ever thought he’d crave.

As they rocked and Danny mouthed light kisses along Cho’s cheek and ear, his free hand danced lazy circles over Cho’s skin. When he trailed down Cho’s arm past the bandage again, Cho lifted his hand to grip Danny tight and laced their fingers together. Every part of them was connected. Their hands and thighs and lips. It was intimate. And slow. And so much more than any time before it.

Danny didn’t mean to surge with more lightning, the sparks merely took control as he picked up the pace and felt the end approaching. Swaths of frost kept appearing across Cho’s skin in kind, but then would melt away like he was fighting his powers. Danny wanted to feel the chill.

“Please…your ice feels sogood.”

“Now, now, Sparky...wouldn’t wanna freeze the bed again.”

Danny laughed—no one had ever made him laugh so much.

Cho’s moans fell away to litanies of Danny’s name, and “Yes” and “Sparky” and “Please,” that spurred Danny on until he felt tears in his eyes as he came. He paused for breath only to feel a warmth between their stomachs as Cho released as well. They’d found their way to the end together.

Panting as they looked at each other in the stillness, the only thing left that made sense was to kiss again. Unhurried. Lazy. And filled with all the emotion between them.

“I don’t deserve you,” Danny said.

Cho huffed a laugh. “Enough with the martyr complex already. There is so much about you worth wanting. While I’m just a—”

“What? An old thief?” Danny smiled as he pulled back just enough to slip out of Cho and roll the condom off to toss it away. “That’s one of the best things about you, Ice Man.”

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