"Who the hell else would it be for?" He said with a low, rough tumble of laughter. Gripping Theon's hip, Daryl dragged him in close, their hips fitting together, their bodies falling into a rhythm that was entirely instinct.

"You've got the prettiest damn eyes I've ever seen," he admitted in a breathless rush, one hand on Theon's face, holding him at just enough distance to look his fill.