Theon knows this moment holds a serious fucking degree of importance for both of them, both of them turning their backs on something old and perhaps painful or poisoned in some what, for something that feels to him fresh and new. He's no virgin, not even at this, but he feels a bit like it-- only better, because he knows what to do.
He knows how to pull his hand away and let Daryl taking over the stretching, his whole body a flushed thudding pulse at the feel of Daryl's rough fingers smoothed with slick, catching at his hole.
And for all that importance, something feels just lit up inside him. "Aye," he breathes. "I want it. Want you to do it."
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Date: 2021-04-13 04:09 am (UTC)He knows how to pull his hand away and let Daryl taking over the stretching, his whole body a flushed thudding pulse at the feel of Daryl's rough fingers smoothed with slick, catching at his hole.
And for all that importance, something feels just lit up inside him. "Aye," he breathes. "I want it. Want you to do it."