Where he might have once wondered, not even thinking of this man, whether he'd be able to handle the feel of a hard cock against him again. So many fucking things are different since he'd wondered, and while maybe he'd known it before, nothing could have prepared him for this reality, where the weight of hot, hard flesh on his thigh makes him press closer, makes him want more.

And when Daryl responds positively, Theon nods, chasing his mouth for a kiss.

"Aye," he gasps. "Would need to get ready for that. Bedside drawer, hand it to me."