Sucking in a breath, Theon pulls Daryl with him, down further to the bed, further onto the bed so that they're on their sides, curled together. He curls his maimed hand around the hot length of Daryl's cock, feeling the weight and the truth of it. "This is for me," he murmurs, and it could have been a question, but it's not. It should sound funny, and maybe it does, but the words are laced with a bit of wonder.

He pulls Daryl back into another kiss, knee sliding along Daryl's thigh so that he can touch him there again, so that the can rub together and Theon can feel the drag of Daryl's cock against his hipbone, along his ass if he shifts just right.