"Mm-hm," Daryl hummed, nodding a bit distractedly as he helped the other man strip off his shirt, then fumbled at the buttons of his own. Caught by the dark look in Theon's eyes, the flush creeping across his pale chest, Daryl didn't think twice about his own scars.

Letting the worn button up fall to the floor, Daryl leaned in for another kiss, this one deep, and thorough.