After getting over the awkwardness of walking through the cabin bare-assed naked, Daryl followed him into the bedroom, hovering momentarily just inside the door.
He'd been in the bedroom before, but never in this context. Never with Theon naked on the bed and reaching for him.
"I'll keep that in mind," he murmured, hiding his sheepish smile behind the fall of his hair. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Daryl leaned over him, one hand cupping the side of Theon's face while the other drifted between his legs, careful but surprisingly deft.
"This don't hurt?" He asked, because his scars were well healed, but still angry and knotted in places. The last thing he wanted to do was push things too far, but he'd seen the way Theon's hands had drifted down to touch himself, so it couldn't have been all bad.
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He'd been in the bedroom before, but never in this context. Never with Theon naked on the bed and reaching for him.
"I'll keep that in mind," he murmured, hiding his sheepish smile behind the fall of his hair. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Daryl leaned over him, one hand cupping the side of Theon's face while the other drifted between his legs, careful but surprisingly deft.
"This don't hurt?" He asked, because his scars were well healed, but still angry and knotted in places. The last thing he wanted to do was push things too far, but he'd seen the way Theon's hands had drifted down to touch himself, so it couldn't have been all bad.