“how about… i pour champagne down your stomach… and get a little naughty”
OLD MEME
It’d taken nothing but alcohol to ignite desire between the two men. Attention on his abdomen, fingernails digging into flesh as his back pressed against the couch cushions, both of them in the midst of a heated kiss. Merle’s hand busied itself with Negan’s scalp, fingers digging into his dak locks in an attempt to keep him in place, further pressing himself against his body.
❛How th’hell s’tha’ gon’ work?❜
Being spoken as Negan pulled back, grunting as the other busied himself with leaving bite marks scattered across his neck.
❛Y’gon’ jus’ pour all tha’ nice ass booze all over me? Tha’ shit’s gon’ be cold, man.❜
















