"It's good," Theon tells him, "you're doing fine, it's good."

He breathes through parted lips, turning his head to press his mouth against the hand at the side of his face. Obvious as it sounds, it's not like when he's done it for himself. Daryl may not have the experience, but it does feel good, would feel good for nothing else but knowing that Daryl's here, doing this for him.

"Aye, keep going," Theon says, surprised by his own boldness. "Open me up for you."