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“Give daddy a kiss.”
It is those words that stops Daryl completely, his hands paused over taking apart some tin contraption to see what prizes lay inside, and head whipping around so fast he swears he nearly topples over from the sudden displacement of equilibrium. His narrow blue eyes narrow even further, almost slit like as he stares at the man who spoke those words that halts him so completely, into the face of a man who's gone a little red and unsure of what the hell he just said.
“The fuck y'say.”
“Give... daddy a kiss?” Rick's full lips spread into a slow grin, getting a little braver since, from the array of reactions he could of gotten, this was it. They're alone together, just getting used to a room they claimed as their own, and there was no one to disturb them. If he want to, he could be playful with Daryl. And he wants to.
“That's what I thought ya said.” Daryl said, voice low and gravelly, a tone he uses a lot in the 'bedroom'. It gets Rick's cock to jump in his pants as heat spread southward and he just watches as Daryl turns around to face Rick, who sits atop the bed, looking less like the leader they all expect him to be, and more like the quiet and gentle man Daryl came to know. “Say it again.”
“Come here and give daddy a kiss, Daryl.” Rick says more clearly this time and his smile is blinding when Daryl comes over, heavy and sweaty and hot, and straddles his lap. He grips at the leather, fingers scratching over the weird, rough fabric of the wings as they move down, down to grip hips that undulate until Daryl deems himself 'comfortable'.
“Don't think daddy earned himself that kiss.”
“Now, I have to earn those kisses now?” Rick asks and he laughs in disbelief for a bit, but Daryl isn't laughing. His lips are quirked in amusement, no doubt, but he also serious as shit and Rick isn't getting any until he's ready. Rick bites on his lips, pulling them in as he tries to will his smile to calm, staring at Daryl's mouth as he tugs the other man in closer. He could feel his breath ghost over his forehead, feels it shudder as Rick's grip turns to groping down firm thighs, to an exposed knee that's just on the wrong side off too ticklish. There is a giggle Daryl would deny till the end of his days that leaves his mouth and then he's snatching Rick's hands and shoving him over until he's flat on his back and his hand are pinned on either side of his head.
Daryl breathes heavily, the sudden ticklish sensation having caused his breath to quicken and he stares down at Rick from a position he doesn't often fight for, but right now he feels its where he needs to be, with legs spread over too skinny hips and his own body heavily keeping Rick down. Rick is slow when he coaxes Daryl to let go of his wrists, and when he does, they travel from the knee up, nails scratching over denim, but not pushing. Not demanding.
Its pretty damn passive for the other man, and sometimes Rick really plays this game too good. Hands push under his shirt and then down the back of his pants, easy now that they've become a little too big, ill fitting from the start actually, and rest there, over his briefs and within the warmth of his pants.
“Now be a sweetheart, and give daddy that kiss.” Rick repeats himself and Daryl has to bite down hard to keep himself groaning embarrassingly loud at the tone of his voice. So he just grabs Rick by the collar of his shirt and bends down, gives him that damn kiss he's been asking for all damn day.