"Jesus," Daryl muttered, sitting back on his haunches and working open his belt. With a grunt of effort, he climbed to his feet, just to make quicker work of getting out of his jeans.

"Come on," he said, nudging at Theon's thigh with his knee. "I ain't gonna be the only one with my ass out."

He felt a little crazed as he undid his fly and shoved his jeans down, banging his shin on the coffee table as he kicked them off.