"Jesus Christ," Daryl rumbled out, bracing a hand on the mattress by Theon's head, the other resting high on the inside of his thigh.
There was that little voice in his head, crowing and laughing about how he really was a goddamn queer. It was his brother's voice, gleeful and thoughtlessly cruel, the son of a bitch. The sad thing was, Daryl missed the mean old bastard, as fiercely as he had nearly a decade ago. Difference was, he'd hit a point in his life where he could've responded with confidence that, hell yes, he was a goddamn queer, or some other label he didn't understand or have any interest in. Hell yes, he was about to fuck a man in the ass, so— shut the hell up, you ol' peckerhead.
Grabbing for the tube, Daryl squeezed a bit too much onto his own palm, slicking himself up. Then, with slick fingers, he nudged up alongside the one Theon had pressed into himself, muttering, "Let me."
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There was that little voice in his head, crowing and laughing about how he really was a goddamn queer. It was his brother's voice, gleeful and thoughtlessly cruel, the son of a bitch. The sad thing was, Daryl missed the mean old bastard, as fiercely as he had nearly a decade ago. Difference was, he'd hit a point in his life where he could've responded with confidence that, hell yes, he was a goddamn queer, or some other label he didn't understand or have any interest in. Hell yes, he was about to fuck a man in the ass, so— shut the hell up, you ol' peckerhead.
Grabbing for the tube, Daryl squeezed a bit too much onto his own palm, slicking himself up. Then, with slick fingers, he nudged up alongside the one Theon had pressed into himself, muttering, "Let me."