Page 95 of Lovesick Titan

The playfulness had fallen away, leaving too much raw emotion to refuse. Still, Mal was skeptical. “What makes you so sure?”

“Because those few times you did let loose when we were together, your ice didn’t hurt me. It felt amazing,” Danny said, the brilliance of bliss lighting up his expression.

Mal’s instincts were to deny that was possible. He’d always been militant about control over his powers because he knew what a monster with ice in his touch looked like. But he trusted Danny. Danny had only frightened him once, not meaning to, not understanding, and he’d made up for that every time since. No one had ever accomplished what Danny had and left Mal feeling safe. And worth something.

And loved.

His golden eyes glistened, beautiful and boyish. “Don’t hold back with me, Ice Man. Please.”

Already a goner ages ago, Mal knew there was no going back now. He nodded as he rocked his hips to feel the slide of Danny’s dampened fingers. “I’ll try,” he said, even though the thought terrified him.

The call of his ice was always strong in moments of passion. It wanted to be released, as if it too called out for connection. Maybe that didn’t have to be a bad thing.

Danny skimmed his entrance with feather-light swirls, and Mal shuddered, trying to relax and drop the many walls holding his powers back as a single digit slipped past the muscle. Tightening his hold on Danny’s hair, Mal spread his legs wider, and Danny obeyed the unspoken direction with a deeper press.

The chill started to build in the aftermath of pleasure, and for once Mal didn’t try to hold it back.

“Yes,” Danny groaned as if Mal was the one touching him. His fingers were still sparking, still miraculous and singular to Danny, making Mal keen plaintive noises he’d never let anyone else hear.

Amidst it all, he felt a thin layer of frost begin to grow across his face and over his chest and arms until he was fully coated all the way down his legs. This ice—controlled, symbiotic—didn’t pain Danny, just as he’d promised, but worked in tandem with the sparks of lightning that had sprung to life around their bodies.

Danny withdrew his sparking fingers to reach for the condom and lube. After rolling the condom down Mal’s length, he coated it as liberally as the small packet allowed, then shifted his hips up Mal’s waist.

“Wait.” Mal tugged him closer, smoothing one hand down his back and along his backside, urging Danny higher. “You sure you can handle the cold? Better check.”

When Mal’s hand reached Danny’s waiting entrance, he moaned deep in his throat. Mal’s tongue had opened him fine but not enough, and a touch wasn’t the same as total communion, so he slid two frosted fingers inside as a test. Danny rocked forward and back on the welcome intrusion with no sign of discomfort, breath short and eyes dilating.

“More,” he pleaded, and Mal pushed deeper, in awe that his ice could have such a powerful effect, that it could be anything but a tool for destruction.

Before long, Danny wanted even more and shifted to dislodge Mal’s fingers. As Mal clung to his hips, that lithe body moved just where it needed to be and sat slowlyback.

“Danny,” Mal whined, sounding different to his ears, like a winter wind, soft and echoing amid his powers.

“Mal,” Danny answered, and he too sounded resonant in ways Mal had never heard before.

The thrill of ice and lightning between them, steadily growing, was as if every nerve ending of Mal’s skin sprung to life at once in mutual harmony. Everywhere they touched, steam began to rise.

Murmured gibberish poured from Danny’s mouth as he rose up, seated atop Mal, and began to rock. Their eyes met, and with Danny’s sparking brilliantly yellow, lightning buzzing across his chest and up and down his limbs, and Mal frosted over as if he were made of ice itself, finally,finally—

Their mouths met in a crash of elements, like a natural disaster just hitting its stride, ready to wipe the world clean and start anew. Even Mal’s tongue carried a chill, and Danny sparked around them both, knowing that they didn’t have to worry about it being too much or too strange because they felt all of it together in the clash of their powers.

They rocked androckedas their mouths connected, steam rising from their skin while their pace picked up faster,faster. They kissed within the frenzy of ice and lightning like they’d never known with anyone else, connected at every bare inch of their bodies, feeling the pressure building as they clung, bodies moving in a writhing dance until Danny gasped from their kiss as he came a second time. The sparks left him all at once in a pulsing shockwave throughout the room, mixed with a blue chill of cold from Mal as he followed after him, like lightning in a snowstorm. The lone light above them burst and a last fizzle of yellow from Danny’s arm lit up their bodies before they were thrown into darkness.

Mal was cool but not cold, no longer covered in frost. They were still steaming.

“Did we do that?” Danny whispered.

“I think so…” Mal huffed exhaustedly, contentedly. “Our sex life might be an electrical hazard.”

Danny laughed, and Mal wondered if they were delirious. He felt euphoric, with no edge of darkness on the horizon, not even with Ludgate still out there.

Their foreheads pressed together, and for a moment, Mal felt like he’d received a shock from an outlet—not painful, just as if energywere coursing through his veins, his heart hammering, leaving him feeling happier than he would have ever believed he deserved.

Coming down from that high was a slow, quiet process, with only their labored breaths remaining to fill the room. Danny sunk down on top of him, twining their fingers together, and kissed him languidly and sweet. A few lingering sparks brightened the dark supply closet from the irreplaceable boy above Mal, the only man who’d ever made him feel comfortable in his own skin.

“Can you reach my T-shirt?” Danny panted, placing a kiss to Mal’s cheek.

Mal sluggishly turned his head. He tried to reach for the pile of clothes he’d rummaged through earlier, but finding himself unable and unwilling to move further than stretching out his arm, he raised an eyebrow. “Your arms are longer.”

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