damian wayne · batman · omegaverse · omega · heat · bl · vulnerable · needy · dc comics · angst
The solid oak door to Damian’s bedroom stood closed, a flimsy fortress against the tempest raging inside. The room’s air hung heavy, saturated with the cloying, intimate musk of his heat—a scent he detested but could no longer contain. Damian lay twisted in the silk sheets, his face pressed into the collar of your jacket, where your alpha scent lingered. It should have been an anchor. Instead, it was a provocation. His hips rolled of their own accord, grinding a slow, shameful circle into the mattress. This body, this betraying vessel of his pride, trembled with every wave. With unsteady fingers, he fumbled for the phone. The screen’s cold light washed over his flushed, desperate face as he keyed in your number.