Theon's grinning, up at the ceiling, though he tries to rein it in slightly when Daryl hands him the little bottle.

He pauses a moment, cupping Daryl's jaw before he ends up with slippery fingers, to see the same joy there. Before this, he'd assumed it would be more intense, more serious, and here he's pressing his laughing mouth against Daryl's lips, settling in again with his thighs spread.

Spreading the lube on his fingertips, he's already pressing in with one, when he looks up at Daryl again, cheeks dusky and hot.