"Yeah, alright," Daryl mumbled into the kiss, letting Theon move against him, moving with him, the two of them learning a the rhythm of each other. He was hard against Theon's thigh, straining, but it was an after thought. He'd deal with it later, or not at all.

One finger slid lower, dry along the crease of the other man's perineum, but no lower. He didn't know how in the hell that would go, but a lizard-brained thought coiled in the back of his mind, telling him that he'd like to find out.