Prompt: Daryl is insecure about the scars on his back so Paul traces every one of them, showering them with kisses.
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Nimble hands worked with shirts, lips crashing against one another in heated kisses. Jesus had backed Daryl up until his knees hit the edge of the bed, the male forced to sit. In an instant Jesus was on his lap and was grinding against him before stealing his lips in another kiss that was all teeth and tongue. A winged vest was tossed into an unknown corner of the dim room while impatient hands worked their way beneath a dark shirt, tracing over tan skin. Daryl’s own hands worked their way into the back of his (now lover’s) jeans. Pulling the male closer to him while grinding up as his shirt was tossed just like the vest was. Jesus’s own shirt was already gone, jeans unzipped as he straddled Daryl’s lap. When Jesus broke the kiss to look at Daryl, the male looked…Scared? “Hey, what’s wrong?”
He shook his head, tangling fingers into long hair and pulling him down for another kiss. Jesus responded quickly and tilted his head slightly.
The position they ended up in had Daryl’s back visible; panic blossomed in his chest and he quickly pulled away and attempted to cover his back. Jesus gave him a confused look. In Daryl’s eyes he looked more like a kicked puppy. “Am..Am I doing something wrong?” Jesus exclaimed after the sudden movement, scooting closer to Daryl (who had his back facing the opposite direction)
“No..No..I just….” Silence enveloped between them like a thick blanket before Jesus piped up again. “You’re hiding something…”
Daryl’s head fell, dropping his gaze to the clean bedsheets beneath him. “Naw, ’m fine. Got nothin to hide.”
“Daryl.”
Jesus grabbed Daryl’s hands, kissing the top before flipping them over gently and kissing the palms of shaking hands. He trailed kisses down to his wrists, all while holding his gaze with Daryl. “I jus…” Daryl couldn’t up and say ‘oh, my father beat me and I still have scars, let’s just have sex now’. He wasn’t that dumb. Jesus pulled Daryl close again and traced his thumb from his flushed cheek to plump lips. “It’s easy to tell, something is bothering you. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Daryl shook his head “ ’S not that. Paul I..” A sudden realization hit him like a truck. He had Daryl scoot to the middle of the bed, finally easing Daryl into turning so his scarred back was facing him. Gentle hands were tracing each thin scar, making Daryl tense under his touch. “My ol’ man…He used to..’m sure you can figure it out.”
Paul didn’t respond, instead replacing his fingertips with his lips. He knew what Daryl meant.
A soft gasp escaped through slightly parted lips, jerking his body but not turning around. “Paul I-”
“Hush Daryl. Your scars are a part of the past, they show how you survived what was done to you. You are strong, love, and beautiful.-”
A blush seeped its way onto tan cheeks. “ ’m not beautiful-”
“Be quiet, yes you are. Every part of you. Your scars are beautiful because they are a part of you. You are extremely well toned and handsome, beautiful, there isn’t enough words to explain how perfect you are.” Paul finally sat up again, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist and pulling him so his back was flush against his own bare chest. “I love you Daryl, I love every part of you.”
“….I love you too, Paul.”
A bright smile crossed Paul’s features, making Daryl’s own lips quirk up into a small smile.
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