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Summary: Daryl isn't really sure what all the fuss is about when it comes to restraints and blindfolds but agrees to give it a go anyway. Considering it leads to him finally bottoming, Rick would say he was the one who came out on top in the end, pun fully intended.

Content: 18+, anal sex (Daryl receiving), blindfolds and restraints, discussions of various kinks, rimming and anal fingering, premature ejaculation

Word count: 12.4k

Author's note: Technically a part 3 to Part 1 - 'Sweetheart' ( AO3 version) and Part 2 - 'Marked' (AO3 version) but you don't need to have read these for this. This is more smut than plot. As always comments are appreciated, just be kind and respectful 💕

Darl squinted down at the cloth in his hand, lit up solely from the soft light of their bedroom lamp. “You sure you’re not full of shit?” He turned his narrow gaze on Rick. “How the fuck is that supposed to make it better?”

Rick grinned from where he was lying on his front, head pillowed on his crossed arms and enjoying their quiet evening. The indignant and confused expression on his partner was hilarious, his nose scrunched up like he’d smelt something bad as he looked between Rick and the fabric he was holding.

The makeshift blindfold and restraints.

“You’re thinking too much about the physical part, sweetheart. It’s about making yourself vulnerable, letting go of control and trusting your partner to take care of you.” He shifted and propped his head up on a fist. “You can’t see or move your arms so you’re at the whims of the other person, letting them make you feel good. Get it now?”

“I guess …”

Daryl still looked unsure and Rick wasn’t surprised; the other man was pretty inexperienced when it came to what he knew of sex and intimacy. He might have heard all sorts of - very much exaggerated - stories from Merle and his friends over the years, but the only physical experience he had was with Rick. They might have been together for several months by now but it wasn’t as if they spent every waking moment having some form of sex. As much as Daryl could conceptualise certain things, some things needed to be felt before he understood.

Rick was more than willing to volunteer for the job.

Or maybe an example would help? When Dayl made eye contact with him, Rick smirked indecently, lighting up with glee when a wary look crossed the other man’s face. It was a look he’d become intimately familiar with since they’d met years ago and he found it as hilarious now as he did the first time he’d seen it. The look of a man who was dreading whatever Rick was about to say or do, but someone who’d resigned themselves to the impending bullshit anyway. Yet another reason he loved Daryl as much as he did.

“What’re you up to now, Grimes?”

The deputy bit back the other words that wanted to escape. You could be a Grimes too, you know? That was a bit too heavy for this moment. He mentally shook off the thought and went back to the earlier - and infinitely more fun - topic.

“How about this,” he said slowly, grinning when stormy eyes narrowed even further. The suspicion was so fucking funny. “Imagine me wearing them. A blindfold over my eyes, can’t see anythin’, my arms tied to the bed so I can’t move them, and you get to have fun doing whatever you want. Me trusting you to look after me …

“Laying there just so you can fuck me to your heart’s content.”

Daryl had frozen as soon as Rick started speaking, eyes growing rounder with each word. His face was burning from embarrassment, looking as if he was seconds away from fleeing the conversation for a simpler setting. Rick wondered what it said about him that his immediate response to his partner being mortified was sheer delight, wondering just how much he could push the other before they broke.

He pushed away the intriguing thought - he certainly hadn’t been like this with Lori or anyone else - and flicked his eyes over the other man, noting the incessant shifting where he was sat cross-legged. Rick smirked as his gaze slipped lower, Daryl’s loose sweatpants doing little to disguise the distinct bulge between his legs. Between the stretchy fabric and the monster Daryl was packing, practically nothing was being hidden from Rick’s hungry eyes.

A palm moved to cover the arousal and the deputy pouted as he lifted his head again, meeting a glare that had unfortunately - for Daryl - lost a fair bit of its intensity thanks to the blush spreading across his face and down into the neck of his t-shirt. The tips of his ears peeking out from the dark hair also had a cute red tinge, completing a picture of innocence wrapped in temptation that Rick wanted to sink his teeth into. He could almost feel the scar on his neck throb in response to the thought.

Rick wet his lips and grinned. “So you finally get it, huh? Think you’d be up for it at some point?” he asked teasingly before snorting, nodding at Daryl’s groin. “Not that you don’t seem to be up for something -”

“Why are you such a fucking horndog all the time?” Daryl hissed out, hunching over his lap further.

Is he serious? Rick met dark eyes and slowly tilted his head to the side, dragging his eyes down the body he knew intimately, his stare a heated brand as it crawled inch by inch down skin Rick now knew the taste and feel of. His focus trailed back up his hunter’s shuddering form before making eye contact again, raising a single brow in silence and eyes feasting on the deepening flush and ducked head.

“Yer like a fuckin’ teenager, Rick.”

Rick laughed and got up to crawl over to the other man, leaning over to brush his lips over the mark of his teeth on Daryl’s neck, tongue darting out to flick over the warm flesh. The older man inhaled sharply as Rick carried on pressing kisses up his neck and across his jawline, biting the edges and groaning when Daryl grabbed either side of his head to pull him up for a proper kiss.

Lips and tongues met with a contained familiarity, not the heated teasing of Rick’s previous words but the warm understanding that had been the foundation of their relationship long before they’d introduced romance into their dynamic.

Daryl pulled back slowly, one last nip of Rick’s bottom lip before he buried his face in Rick’s neck. His lips tracing the brand he was personally responsible for. Fingers playing with curls at the nape of Rick’s neck.

“Alright.”

Rick blinked. “What?”

“I said ‘alright’. I’ll do it.”

“What do you -”

“Ya can tie me up and … use the fuckin’ blindfold.”

A second passed before a flash of desire shot through Rick, eyes closing and holding back a groan at the images his mind supplied. His stomach clenched at the thought of the other man surrendering in such a way, giving up control in a way that he never had before. Getting to be the one who was trusted with that was monumental, especially coming from someone who’d had a life like Daryl. That being said …

Rick turned to nose at the hunter’s hair. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to just because you think you have to. I’m happy for you to do it to me - well, I mean I do want you to do it to me at some point - but that’s not -”

A hand slapped over his mouth. “Shut up, Grimes.”

Rick snorted, eyes crinkling in a grin as the other man shifted to look him in the eye. The red had faded somewhat from that striking face, a sincere and settled expression completely at odds with Daryl’s nervousness at the start of their relationship. It made Rick so proud of his partner’s growth.

“I trust ya.”

The deputy felt his chest tighten as Daryl continued. “I know you ain’t gonna do anything to hurt me. And - and I want to be like that with you. I like it when you take care of me,” he muttered quietly, voice trailing off and eyes flitting to the side as the embarrassment came back.

There was silence as Rick processed the words, trying not to say anything to make the older man retreat. Fucking hell, he’s gonna kill me one day. He sat back and dragged Daryl with him so he was straddling Rick’s lap, head resting on Rick’s shoulder and thick arms wrapped around the deputy in a warm embrace.

“If that’s what you want, then we’ll do it. You know I like taking care of you too, sweetheart.” He nuzzled into the side of Daryl’s head, brushing his lips over a pale ear. “Told you before, whatever you want, it’s yours. It’s you and me, remember?”

“Fuckin’ sap,” came the fond reply. “Yeah, I know. That’s why I said it.” He took a few deep breaths, fingers grasping Rick’s shirt tightly. “Just … go slowly, alright?”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Rick pressed a soft kiss to the side of Daryl’s neck, glad they’d already had a few instances of safe words being used so they didn’t have to go through that whole song and dance again. He had a feeling the older man would probably bolt if they had to make any more significant decisions this evening.

They both shifted so that Rick could get off the bed, making sure the bedroom door was locked and a chair wedged under the handle so nobody could get inside in case they forgot to knock. It was something Daryl always insisted on, mortified at the idea of Carl or Judith accidentally seeing something they shouldn’t, especially now that the little girl was toddling around on her own. (Not that Rick wouldn’t also be horribly embarrassed, but he had a feeling his partner would disappear into the woods forever, never to be seen again if the kids saw evidence of their sex life in real time.)

He turned back around and stopped in his place. Daryl was down to just his boxers, the thin fabric clinging to firm cheeks and highlighting the curve in a way that had Rick licking his lips. The underwear was a touch tighter than it used to be, stretched taut across the thighs and waistband clinging to softness that used to be absent from those hips. He looked solid. Well fed. A layer of softness on his stomach that Rick enjoyed pillowing his head on from time to time. The result of months of food security and less stress. More structure to their lives.

Back in the old world, this was the sort of man that Rick would have been covertly staring at from under the brim of his stetson, trying to hide his blatant interest so he didn’t accidentally let the wrong man know about his thoughts and get a fist to the face. Or set Lori off again. Not that his ex had a problem with his attraction to men, it was an area she was thankfully completely accepting of, but she wasn’t a fan of him eyeing people for a touch too long, thinking it was some sort of complaint against her. It was a tiring tight rope to walk.

His attention came hurtling back to the present when Daryl hooked his fingers into his boxers, pulse thudding in anticipation. It didn’t matter how many times he’d seen the other man naked, it was a sight he’d never tire of.

Daryl stopped his movements and Rick blinked, sliding his eyes upwards and meeting an expression of both amusement and exasperation at Rick’s wandering eyes. Which he refused to be embarrassed over. Could anyone truly blame him when this was what was in front of him?

“You gonna put your eyes back in your skull any time soon?”

Rick grinned. “Just enjoying the view, sweetheart.”

“Fucking pervert,” Daryl snorted, pulling his underwear off in a single move and kicking them across the floor.

Maybe we can use one of them cameras sometime. Rick absentmindedly pulled his shirt off as he stalked back towards his man, throwing it to the side and taking the moment to get his fill of the picture. Pale legs with a light dusting of dark hair over defined muscles, dusky pink nipples peaking in the cooler air. And of course the newly freed erection, a bead of liquid at the tip glistening and making Rick’s mouth water.

Daryl mumbled something derogatory and pulled him into a deep kiss, tongue skillfully delving into Rick’s mouth and swiping over Rick’s. The deputy sunk into it and moaned quietly at the friction of their chests rubbing together as they wrapped around each other. He got louder, a growl breaking free as blunt nails dragged down his sensitive back and dipped under the back of his sleep pants.

He broke the kiss to gasp, head tilting back as Daryl trailed his lips and teeth down the front of his throat, licking gently before sucking harshly around his Adam’s apple. Rick bit his lip to muffle the sound that wanted to escape, hips jolting forward and meeting Daryl’s. The other man hummed against his neck and Rick whined at the vibrations.

“Daryl … Fuck me, that feels good.”

“Yeah,” Daryl asked slyly. “You gonna make me feel good now?”

In time with the question, Daryl shoved Rick’s sleep pants down his hips and bit his neck. Rick swore and thrust reflexively, helping the clothes fall to the floor and pool around his ankles. He leaned back away from the teeth nibbling at him to catch sight of the hunter’s devilish smirk. Asshole.

He drew Daryl closer and sucked his bottom lip, swallowing the erotic noises as he walked the two of them back towards the bed, stopping as Daryl’s legs hit the mattress. Rick flicked his tongue one last time and pulled back, silently tilting his head in question.

This still okay?

A single nod. We’re good.

They climbed back on the bed and Rick maneuvered Daryl so he was laying comfortably on his back with his arms up against the headboard. Rick gestured with his head as he reached to the side.

“Grab the bars for me, sweetheart. Make sure you’re not tense or anything.”

Daryl breathed deeply and wrapped his broad hands around two of the bars, shifting so his wrists or shoulders weren’t stretched awkwardly or liable to cause him pain.

“Let me know if this is too tight.”

Leaning over, Rick proceeded to tie the pieces of fabric around Daryl’s wrists one at a time, eyes flicking down to his partner’s face every so often to check he was still alright.

Blue eyes rolled at him. “I ain’t gonna break, Rick.” He pulled against the restraints a bit. “Could probably get outta these myself if I pulled hard enough.”

“That’s the point.” Rick brushed a quick kiss against Daryl’s swollen lips. “I don’t want you feeling trapped.”

The older man remained silent but the look in his eyes softened, appreciating Rick’s care and acknowledgement of his issues. He turned to stare at the remaining length of cloth on the bed and bit his lip.

“Jus’ that one left, right?”

Rick cleared his throat, pulling in a shaky breath. “Yeah, just one.”

Daryl said nothing, just stared at Rick expectantly until he slowly picked it up, pulling it straight and placing it across the hunter’s eyes. Rick hummed when Daryl lifted his head so the blindfold could be tied securely at the back of his head. The deputy smoothed down the fabric so the blue cloth was laying flat across Daryl’s face, pulling a few strands of dark hair free so it wouldn’t pull.

He pulled his hands back and sat back when he was done, admiring the view in the warm lamplight. Daryl’s body was bathed in a soft orange glow which highlighted every dip and curve, every scar and minor imperfection. Scattered marks which told countless stories of Daryl’s life, some good, some awful, but all part of a whole.

There was a blush across the top of his broad chest, framed by the strong arms pulled up behind him. Not to mention the hardness between his legs which hadn’t gone down at all. If anything it was worse than before. (But better for Rick.) Daryl was twitching and leaking onto his own stomach, breath stuttering and face turning a fiery red.

“Rick?”

The question was softer. Hesitant. A shy tone which Daryl hardly ever adopted nowadays unless it was something new they were doing, which, well …

Rick crawled to the side of Daryl’s legs slowly, letting the other man feel where the bed dipped so he knew where Rick was. The deputy raised a hand and gently set it on Daryl’s thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles when it set off a flinch.

“Look so pretty, Daryl. Laying here all for me, sweetheart.”

“Rick,” Daryl whined, squeezing his hands around the bars.

Christ, we’ve barely done anything. Just tying him up had gotten Daryl all riled up. Well, that and the blindfold. Rick absently traced the tips of his fingers to the outside of the hunter’s thigh and up his body, stroking over his hip and waist, heedless of the wordless sounds escaping his partner as he pondered. Daryl was so used to using his eyesight while in the woods hunting, so he wondered if perhaps this made him extra sensitive without that sense.

Staring at the shivering mess in front of him, Rick thought he might be on to something.

“Goin’ to take care of you. You’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you?”

“Fuck!”

Daryl’s hips snapped up once and dropped, thighs tensing as he was clearly close already. Rick was delighted. He bent down to press open-mouthed kisses across his partner’s stomach from one side to the other, running his tongue across the damp skin and sucking marks every now and then. He swiped his tongue across the pool of precome, making sure he missed the throbbing dick. Rick swallowed the taste and groaned into the soft stomach, chuckling quietly as Daryl swore.

He shifted so he was braced on both arms across Daryl’s body but not touching him, depriving the other man of the friction he so clearly craved.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart, you know I’ll make you feel better soon.”

“You sadistic fuck,” Daryl hissed between clenched teeth.

Rick studied burning cheeks and tilted his head in thought. “Hmm, not sure that’s for me, sweetheart. Pain isn’t my thing.” He lowered himself to brush a tender kiss across a rough cheek, moving to speak directly into Daryl’s ear. “Taking control is different, especially for us.

“I know how much you like being my good boy.”

Daryl whimpered loudly and Rick slammed their lips together in a wet kiss so the sound didn’t carry. The last thing they needed was an interruption.

He moved back and saw the older man holding himself back from bucking his hips up into the air, the motion making Rick remember what it felt like to have that against his ass. He smirked at the many memories and leaned forward to lick across a hard nipple, laving the bud with his tongue before gently sucking it into his mouth.

“Rick,” Dayl gasped. “Rick, it’s too much - I can’t!”

Not the word, you’re good. Despite that, Rick reached a hand up to Daryl’s neck and tapped a finger against the faint impression of Rick’s teeth. It was a reminder that he could stop what Rick was doing with a single word. One that Daryl knew well.

Daryl let out a shuddering breath and pulled tighter on the bed. “Feel like I’m gonna come already. But ya … it feels good, Rick.” His blush deepened beneath the blindfold. “You’re makin’ me feel real good.”

Rick groaned around the nipple and bit down lightly. He’s so fucking dangerous. Rick slid his gaze up the heaving chest, Daryl’s chest sweat-slicked and heaving. And gorgeous. He turned his attention to the other bud, showering it in the same attention until both peaks were slightly swollen and bright pink. He could have them in his mouth all day long, he thought.

Instead Rick started another trail of kisses back down Daryl’s chest, slowly covering the skin in evidence of Rick’s claim over the other man. He knew it made him sound like a possessive bastard, but seeing how his hunter seemed to quietly preen over any sign of Rick on his body was enough for him to mentally shrug and accept this newer facet of himself.

Tongue dipping into a navel. “You’re too good for me, Daryl.” A bite on his stomach. “Absolutely perfect man, sweetheart.” Fingers digging into narrow hips. “Mine. My man. My beautiful good boy.”

Rick held Daryl’s hips down as he thrashed around, whining and whimpering, biting his lip so hard there was a thin line of blood making its way down the hunter’s chin. He was leaking profusely onto his stomach despite Rick having just cleaned him up, so he bent down to do so again, once more being mean and not even brushing against the cock begging for attention.

“Rick, please.”

Daryl was shuddering where he lay, the sniffling and voice breaking a rather good indication as to how close the other man was to release. Rick stroked himself a couple of times, slowly and carefully to try and calm down a bit. His own blood was boiling, pulse running a mile a minute at how good the older man looked right now. Daryl was so vulnerable at this moment, completely at Rick’s mercy and trusting him to take care of him. To make him feel good. Rick wasn’t going to ruin that for Daryl.

“Okay, sweetheart. It’s all good. I’m here for you.”

He sat back and drifted a finger up the other man’s thigh, stroking back and forth across the sensitive crease at the top of his leg for a few seconds before carrying on. Inch by inch Rick dragged a single finger towards where Daryl needed it most, pausing briefly before running it lightly up the hard dick from balls to tip.

Daryl wailed and came immediately, clenching his mouth shut to contain the noise, pelvis humping up repeatedly as he came all over himself. All the muscles in Daryl’s body stiffened from the intense orgasm, veins standing out from the tanned skin as the sensation ripped through the hunter’s body with no mercy.

The former deputy wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything more fucking stunning.

Rick stilled where he was, staring wide-eyed at the scene before him. Daryl was breathing erratically, shuddering and deep as he tried to fill his lungs once more. He was whimpering from the back of his throat with every aftershock, pretty hips twitching up from the bed with each jolt. Those massive hands were white from how tightly he was grasping the bars of the headboard, wrists red from the restraints and arm muscles straining as he pulled against his bindings.

Daryl’s legs were also tensed and quivering on the bed, knees slightly bent and legs spread, hiding nothing from Rick’s hungry gaze. The hunter’s torso was covered in a pool of his own come, dotted from his navel up to a few drops around pink nipples. Rick swallowed at the sight; he was looking forward to the taste.

His eyes darted up once more, focus settling on the heated face with the blue blindfold concealing those stunning eyes and threading through messy dark hair. Rick could spot a faint wetness just underneath the fabric, evidence that his partner had shed a few tears from the sensory deprivation, and he had to squeeze his own cock to try and take the edge off.

A Daryl Dixon crying and whimpering, tied up so he couldn’t see, covered in his own come; could anyone blame him for almost coming on the spot?

“Fucking hell, Daryl,” he said, voice raspy with arousal. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Daryl sniffed wetly, cheeks still flushed. “Rick, I didn’t mean to …”

Rick reached over and cupped a red cheek, smiling as Daryl turned and buried his face into Rick’s hand. “You did so good, sweetheart. So proud of you, Daryl.”

The other man licked his lips, tongue grazing Rick’s palm and setting off another flare of excitement down his spine. If he kept this up Rick was going to go mad.

“Did ya - did ya come too?”

“Nah, I was too busy watching my pretty boy instead.”

“You’re a dirty fucker, Grimes.”

Rick brushed a kiss over Daryl’s forehead and laughed quietly. “Only for you. And you love it, I know you do.”

Daryl snorted, the sound still a touch shaky but didn’t say anything for a few seconds before licking his lips.

“Did ya like it? Watching me?”

“You have no fucking idea,” Rick growled into damp hair.

“Yeah? You wanna come then?” Daryl teased quietly.

Rick sat back and Daryl’s covered eyes followed him unerringly, seemingly staring into his soul despite the blindfold.

“Come on Rick, I want you to feel good too.”

“Yeah? That so?”

He didn’t waste a second before wrapping a hand around himself and stroking fast, sighing at the long-awaited relief building in his groin. He was wet enough from watching that glorious show before but it wouldn’t hurt to have more of a glide. Rick quickly swiped his fingers through the puddle of Daryl’s spend and used it to lube up his own cock, groaning at the slick sounds.

Daryl huffed at him. “You’re nasty, Rick.”

“Nothing nasty at wanting to be covered in your come, sweetheart. Do it every day if I could.”

He ignored the muttered insults and sped up the motions of his hand, feeling his climax hovering at the edges of his consciousness, teasing him with how close it was.

“Fuck it then.”

Rick turned to his partner. “What? What did you -”

“Come on me. On my face.”

“What?” he croaked out, eyes wide and hand stilling for a moment.

“I said come on my face!” Daryl bit out, red spreading across his face once more. “Don’t make me say it again.”

Rick wasn’t going to ask again, not when he wanted it too. Not that he hadn’t spilled on Daryl’s face before, but there was something to the idea of doing it when the hunter couldn’t move away or even see that sent another thrum of heat through him.

Without missing a beat, Rick swung a leg over Daryl’s body and straddled his chest, feeling Daryl’s come spread across his ass cheeks and he grinned at the thought. Bracing himself with one hand on Daryl’s chest, he took himself in hand once more and resumed the rapid movements of his hand, moaning at the sight of his flushed length inches away from his partner’s inviting lips and red cheeks.

“Come on Rick, give it t’me.”

Daryl opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue, the picture too much for Rick’s poor heart, let alone his throbbing cock.

“Fuck! Fucking hell, Daryl!”

His shouts were probably too loud but he couldn’t help it, thrusting forward and aiming towards that inviting tongue and pretty face as much as he could with his eyes screwed shut. His back arched with the force of the climax, dick pulsing heavily as he shot off indiscriminately with no control.

Several trembling bursts later his body was free from his orgasm and he was breathing heavily, gasping for air and clenching down on Daryl’s chest with his thighs for dear life. I’m going to die. He’s actually going to kill me one day.

Rick let out a breathy laugh at the thought and slowly let go of his sensitive member. After a few seconds of silence, cataloguing the sound of Daryl’s slightly uneven breaths, Rick opened his eyes, blinking a couple of times before dropping his head to take in the other man’s face.

He really needed a camera.

That pretty pink tongue was still hanging out of Daryl’s mouth, the tip now decorated with a spurt of Rick’s come, a small string dangling where it was slipping out of his mouth. A drop covered the spot where the red lip had split, and another smudged over the hunter’s beauty mark to the side of his lip. Not to mention that dribble that covered one side of the blindfold, the white liquid a stark contrast to the blue fabric it was dirtying. This image was going to stay with him forever.

Before he could say anything Daryl pulled his tongue back into his mouth and swallowed, tongue poking out afterwards to try and lap up everything else. He couldn’t reach and Rick groaned, a swell of heat pulsing through him at the pure eroticism.

He took a moment to appreciate the sight of Daryl still trying to lick up Rick’s come before he huffed a laugh.

“You call me a dirty bastard, but look at what you’re doing, sweetheart.” Rick leaned down and brushed their lips together once. “Not that I’m not flattered or anything, but I think you’re being a bit hypocritical there.”

Daryl’s face burned. “Shut the fuck up. I don’t see you helping me clean up.”

“I didn’t realise you could see anything.”

Rick turned and started licking Daryl’s face clean before the other man could complain further, grinning at the choked sound at Rick’s actions. Hey, it was his mess, why should he have a problem helping clean it up? He wasn’t embarrassed.

The blindfold was a lost cause - at least, it could stay that way - but he made his way back down and licked carefully over the hunter’s cut lip, meeting Daryl’s tongue and chasing it back into his mouth. Rick sucked gently on the wet muscle, humming quietly as Daryl kissed back just as thoroughly, heat simmering rather than raging between them.

He slowly broke their kiss, pressing his lips chastely against the corner of the other man’s mouth. “You did so good, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You were amazing, looked so good. Can’t wait for you to do that to me.”

Daryl cleared his throat, voice unsteady. “Yeah? You want that?”

“Oh definitely. You already fuck me so well, I know you can look after me real good.”

“Fucking hell, Rick …”

Rick chuckled quietly and finally moved so he could untie the blindfold and slip it off, ruffling the older man’s hair as he did and throwing it to the side. Daryl blinked rapidly in the gentle light, eyes squinting as he adjusted to having sight once more. It was cute. He stared Rick in the eye, blushing slightly as he noticed the soft expression on Rick’s face. God, Rick was a lucky man.

He wasn’t sure if it was because of the world they lived in now, but his relationship with Daryl was so different to what he’d had with Lori or anyone else he’d ever been with before. Daryl was so open to Rick’s preferences in bed, his way of communication, so willing to balance him out depending on his mood at any given time.

Rick didn’t want to degrade Lori in any way; she’d been his wife for over a decade and a half, was the mother of his children. Of course he’d loved her, been desperately in love with her at the start, but that didn’t mean they’d been built to last together. There had never been that effortless connection like he had with Daryl even from the moment they’d met in Atlanta. He thinks Lori had noticed, some of her words making sense retroactively when he thought about it.

He mourned that he and Lori had never managed to bring out the truest versions of each other, felt bad that he couldn’t have been better for her, but he couldn’t regret the actions that had led him here, having this amazing man looking up at him with nothing but love in his pretty blue eyes.

Rick cupped Daryl’s cheek and smiled softly. “Welcome back, sweetheart.”

“Fucking sap.”

He grinned; that was practically a pet name for Rick at this point. Combined with the red face - something Rick would never tire of, no matter how often Daryl complained about it - it was a sign that his lover was comfortable. Speaking of …

“You want me to untie you now? Or you got something else in mind? It’s up to you.”

Rick watched as the other man tried to fight off his embarrassment, face red but brows furrowed as he thought about the question seriously. Rick wondered what he was thinking about. They’d discussed the blindfold and tying him up but nothing else; he didn’t want to overwhelm Daryl with too many new things at once.

Though maybe he should give the hunter more credit. He looked more considering rather than anxious, teeth digging into his bottom lip over the split as he got lost in thought. Rick reached out and softly worked the flesh out from Daryl’s mouth, thumb swiping over the cut to check if it was bleeding which it thankfully wasn’t.

“Don’t hurt yourself too much, Daryl.”

The older man rolled his eyes. “You worry too much ‘bout me.”

“You have no idea,” Rick said with a laugh. “You should ask Carol what I’m like when you’re out there. Last time I thought she was going to shoot me to shut me up.”

Daryl just silently shook his head, a playful frown on his face that had Rick grinning in response. He shifted where he sat, feeling Daryl’s cooling come start to stick them together unpleasantly. They needed to clean up soon.

Rick tilted his head to the side. “You never answered me. Did you want to do something else?”

The older man stilled and seemed to brace himself, arms held taut like before despite the lack of stimulation. He took a few deep breaths and ducked his head, pausing for a second before seemingly forcing his head up to make eye contact with Rick.

“I want you to fuck me. Like this.”

It took a moment as Rick processed the words, but when they hit Rick let out a sound like he’d been punched. He didn’t let his lover devolve into overthinking or apologies, he surged down and kissed Daryl hard, arching his body down into the toned one below. He fucked into the other mouth with his tongue, caressing the wet warmth and teasing the sensitive spots he’d spent months learning.

One hand threaded into sweaty hair and held tight, feeling rather than hearing the sounds Daryl was letting out. Rick swallowed the moans as he coaxed the other man into an increasingly filthy kiss, groaning himself when he felt the introduction of teeth.

A lack of breath naturally broke their connection, Rick pulling back with heaving gasps, head dropped forward. He felt small kisses across the top of his head, quick but heartfelt. Simple but earnest. Just like Daryl. He finally looked up.

Daryl was smiling faintly at him, lips barely quirked, but eyes soft and crinkled in the corners with emotion. He didn’t say anything but he didn’t need to; if there was anything Daryl Dixon was an expert at, it was conveying all his thoughts with a single glance.

Rick smiled back at him and kissed him once more, this time brief and chaste. He sat up and climbed off Daryl, nose wrinkling at the sensation of cold come on his ass. Grabbing his abandoned shirt he quickly wiped it off, mock glaring when Daryl laughed at the undignified action. Asshole.

“You asked for it, Dixon.”

The other man cut off and looked at him questioningly, the expression morphing into a wary one when Rick smirked at him, crawling across the bed and settling at Daryl’s feet. He grabbed both ankles, and upon getting a cautious nod, pulled both legs apart as far as they could comfortably go, absolutely nothing hidden.

Rick dropped his gaze down to below Daryl’s balls, the pink hole where only his fingers had touched before. The thought of finally getting to bury himself in the other man had pleasure pooling low in his stomach, his spent dick twitching once more.

He dropped his hold on Daryl and moved closer between his legs, peering up to wink once, grinning at his hunter’s quiet snort. Rick quickly dropped his head and started licking up the mess on Daryl’s stomach, heedless of the fact that some of it had started to dry already. He ignored his other half calling him dirty or something - it was becoming hilariously commonplace - and made sure he didn’t miss a single spot.

“Don’t know why you think it’s gross, I like your taste, sweetheart.”

“You’ve got no shame, Rick,” Daryl groaned.

He flicked his tongue across the last spot and lifted his eyes. “Why would I? I’m a very lucky man.”

Rick’s sincerity seemed to hit hard and Daryl averted his eyes. “You need your head checked.”

“Probably, but not when it comes to this,” Rick chuckled. “Considering how many people would kill to be where I am, I think I‘ve got the right of it, Daryl.”

Daryl turned back to him and gave him a look of disbelief. “Now I know you’re full o’ shit.”

Rick’s mind conjured memories of the women at the prison standing around to watch a sweaty Daryl work in the yard with his biceps on full display, or the way even Lori and Shane had covertly looked twice at Daryl stalking around with his crossbow at the farm, both seeming to hate that they’d looked to begin with (and hoping that nobody had noticed them looking). Not to mention how Aaron and Eric had looked more than willing to bring Daryl into their relationship not long after they joined Alexandria, their interest more than obvious to Rick who’d also been silently hoping for something more with the quiet hunter. (An interest which had thankfully died a quick death the day Rick had come limping out of the house looking properly fucked out with an embarrassed Daryl trailing behind him. They’d gotten the message pretty quickly, as had everyone else.)

“Yeah, I’m really not.”

Before Daryl could argue back again, Rick dropped a kiss on the soft stomach, darting his tongue out to taste the salty skin. He kissed again, slightly lower his time, rubbing his nose around the pale skin. The other man was breathing heavily but steadily, staying quiet as Rick continued, slowly trailing gentle kisses down Daryl’s body, deliberately avoiding the growing hardness in the middle and making his way down to a strong thigh.

He dug his fingers in, taking note of the extra softness once more. Rick licked a line up the sensitive inside, slowing down near the top and nipped the smooth skin without warning. Daryl yelped at the unexpected teeth and jolted, using his other leg to kick at Rick’s side. The deputy snorted quietly, trying not to laugh harder at the pissed off look shot his way.

“Fuckin’ prick.”

“Sorry sweetheart, let me make it up to you.”

He shifted further up, one hand holding a thick thigh and the other taking hold of Daryl’s cock. Rick bent down to slowly lick over the hard flesh, absently taking note of the quiet moaning as he made sure to clean up Daryl’s earlier mess. Just as he had with the older man’s stomach he made sure to be thorough, moving carefully to catch every trace of his spend that remained.

Rick licked up to the tip and dug his tongue into the foreskin, paying attention to the sensitive head before wrapping his lips around the dick and sinking down. He still hadn’t managed to take all of Daryl - wasn’t sure if it was possible without choking to death - but the other man hadn’t complained yet. Definitely wasn’t now, with how he was groaning and squirming on the bed, hands gripping the headboard bars like his life depended on it.

Once, twice, a third time, Rick sucked up and down before pulling off, not wanting Daryl to finish before he got fucked. He didn’t think three times was ever going to be for the hunter, and he didn’t like the feeling of being overstimulated. While he could happily fuck Rick to the edge of too much, oh god you’re killing me, white hot I’m genuinely going to pass out, Daryl wasn’t someone who enjoyed that sensation.

He immediately began sucking to the sides, quick and light as he moved further down Daryl’s body, holding his legs apart once more. Rick slowly laid down on his front and shifted forward so he was face to face with Daryl’s groin.

He tapped the underside of the thighs. “Prop these up for me.”

Rick helped reposition the other man’s legs so they were bent at the knee, feet planted on the bed and legs spread almost obscenely. Almost. Rick was quite happy with what he was seeing and licked his lips, reaching forward to grab and hold Daryl open for Rick’s perusal.

“Rick, why the fuck are you staring like that?” the hunter questioned shakily.

“Just enjoying the view, sweetheart. And wondering what it’ll taste like.”

“Wait, what?”

The former deputy didn’t give Daryl a chance to say anything before he dove in, ignoring the areas he usually focused on and dipping lower, licking a broad stripe up the tight opening, lapping at the wrinkled skin with an enthusiasm likely not expected for this particular act.

Daryl honest to God squealed at the feel of his tongue, the high-pitched sound bouncing off the walls at a volume which was probably too loud for a house with multiple people in. Before Rick could move or say anything, his lover’s thighs snapped together instinctively, trapping Rick’s head and squeezing tight.

Rick groaned, those muscles finally crushing him after months of trying to tease Daryl into doing it for him. He hadn’t wanted to hurt Rick, but the sensation had him hardening even further and thrusting down against the bed covers for relief.

Not giving the other man a chance to start throwing apologies his way, he wrapped his arms around Daryl’s legs and pulled his thighs tighter around his head, sucking the ring of muscles as he did, pushing the tip of his tongue inside Daryl.

“Rick, fucking hell! Do you know how dirty that is?”

He flicked his tongue and grinned at the quiet whimper. “You ain’t dirty, sweetheart. I know you’ve been cleaning down here for a while. We already talked about this, didn’t we?”

Daryl whined and didn’t acknowledge the conversation where Rick explained such prep, Daryl’s red face buried in Rick’s chest as he was slowly jerked off, Rick whispering instructions in his ear as he did. It was a fond memory for Rick.

“You know I don’t think there’s a single part of you that’s dirty. Come on, Daryl, you know full well I’m happy to get my mouth all over you.”

He finished by gliding his tongue in a lazy circle around the older man’s entrance, groaning at the slight hint of musk and soap he could smell from Daryl’s earlier shower. He truly didn’t find any part of this dirty, he wasn’t lying; why would any part of this man be nasty?

Rick licked inside once more before pulling back as much as he could while still trapped. Daryl flexed his thighs once and shakily placed his feet back where they’d been before. Rick mourned the loss and lifted his head with a pout, Daryl catching sight of it and looking wide-eyed down at him.

“Why the fuck d’ya look sad at not being squashed anymore?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to be squashed between your thighs?”

Daryl tipped his head back towards the ceiling and closed his eyes. “You’re impossible, man. Fuckin’ crazy.”

The hunter was covered in a deep flush once more, his face and chest both covered with an enticing red. His skin was damp with sweat, the harsh breathing flexing his muscles and emphasising the lines of his strong body. God, he was beautiful.

Rick didn’t respond, just reached over to the bedside table to grab their lube, the snap of the lid loud in the silence of their bedroom. Daryl turned his focus on the small tube and swallowed heavily. Rick cocked his head in question.

We good to go?

A single nod after a second. Yeah, we good.

He drizzled some of the clear liquid on his fingers and coated them thoroughly before reaching down. Pressing a soft kiss to Daryl’s knee, he slowly rubbed around the wet opening, lightly dragging a fingernail every often and grinning when the other man twitched.

Rick used his other hand to stroke up and down the inside of Daryl’s thigh, a gentle motion to distract when he dipped one finger inside to the first knuckle.

Daryl let out an uneven breath and shifted his hips, pushing against Rick’s finger and encouraging it further. “Feels good. Keep going.”

“Yeah?” He was grateful they’d done this enough to know when Daryl was telling the truth. “You want more?”

“Please.”

Rick hummed and silently carried on, sinking his finger in deeper all the way and rubbing the other man’s warm inner walls. He got an approving moan and began to move, slowly pulling back before pushing back in, enjoying the feeling of his finger sinking in so easily. There wasn’t any resistance and a quick glance at Daryl’s face showed no discomfort, in fact the opposite if the way his eyelashes were fluttering was any indication.

“Doing good, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” Daryl breathed out. “Just like that.”

Rick ignored his own arousal and bent down to suck a bruise into his partner’s thigh, grinning into warm skin when Daryl snapped his hips up and whimpered. He always made such pretty noises.

“You know, I was wondering if you had anything else you wanted to try at some point?”

“What -” Daryl cut off and grunted when Rick prodded a second finger around his opening, not pushing in just yet. “What do you mean?”

He licked the new mark. “Kind of like we did tonight, with the blindfold and tying you up. Or power dynamics is common.” Rick pulled his finger out and slipped the tips of two slowly inside.

Daryl clenched down on him and groaned, blinking up at him. “Power dynamics?”

“Hmm, like one person taking control and the other person submits to them.”

“... Ain’t that what we do anyway. I like doing what ya tell me to.”

Rick paused and watched Daryl nervously lick his lips. He could admit that the other man wasn’t wrong, but there was something about hearing his partner say it out loud that set his blood on fire.

He smiled and pushed two fingers in, going slowly when he felt a touch of resistance. Using his other hand he started stroking Daryl’s perineum, pressing slightly and causing him to spasm around Rick’s fingers. He swallowed at the thought of that tight heat around him. He was going to die.

“I suppose you aren’t wrong,” Rick agreed, finally getting back to their conversation. “There are other things too. I already told you I’m not into pain, giving or receiving. I mean, I probably could do it if it was something you were really into -”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

Rick just nodded and started scissoring his fingers. “Which you’re not so that’s something we’re on the same page about. But there are so many different things people like to do. Like roleplay.”

“What the fuuu-?”

Daryl broke off into a long groan as Rick finally grazed his prostate, the former deputy grinning as the hunter arched his back and fucked himself down onto Rick’s fingers. His thoughts had clearly flown away with the jolt of stimulation.

“Roleplay is pretending, like a student or teacher. Or a doctor or patient. Or -”

“Why the fuck would you pretend to be something like that?” Daryl muttered as he bounced his hips.

Rick absently carried on speaking, resisting the urge to take himself in hand at the pornographic scene before him. “Not really sure, never really seen the point myself.”

“What else?”

“Having people watch you have sex, or watching someone else. Watching your partner fuck someone else …”

“What the fuck? No.” Daryl scrunched his face up before shooting Rick a worried look. “Do you -”

Rick snorted and twisted his fingers. “God, no. You think I want anyone else watching us? Or better yet, you?” he said with a pointed smirk. “When I said it was you and me, I meant it.”

“Good - ah! That’s good.”

“Speaking of, there’s a praise kink. You being told you’re doing well? Being good? Being told you’re my good boy?”

He punctuated his words with another direct jab to Daryl’s prostate, the combination of his fingers and words hitting him hard. Daryl whimpered and flushed, his eyes hazy from the combination of sensations. He looked beautiful.

“There’s also wearing stuff as well. Like certain clothes or underwear.”

Daryl stared at him and swallowed. “You … Do ya like that?”

Rick tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“You got a different look when you said that.”

“Ah.” Rick could feel himself flush, not from embarrassment, but from the thought of it actually playing out. “Well, I’ve always liked lingerie on my partners.”

“Lingerie?”

“Mmm, you know, bras, panties, stockings, garters, babydolls, corsets, the whole lot of it, I’m not fussy. Lace is always real pretty.”

Daryl’s eyes widened as Rick spoke. “Uh, right. You mean, like, on women, right?”

Rick raised a brow and started slipping a third finger in. “When I said ‘partners’ I meant everyone.” He slid his fingers in slowly and noted Daryl rocking down, clearly not in pain. Good. “It’s not just for women, you know. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks as long as the people using it are happy.”

The hunter looked him in the eye before ducking his head shyly. His ears were even redder and Rick felt a grin emerge. Well, isn’t this interesting?

“Think I get it.”

Oh? “Really? You want to see me wear something? Or do you want something pretty yourself?”

Daryl exhaled jaggedly, cheeks burning. “Probably both. But I - I like the idea of lookin’ nice for ya. Don’t think I would, but -”

“Daryl.”

Said man lifted his head at Rick’s rough tone, blushing immediately at whatever expression Rick was wearing. He wasn’t sure what he looked like but he certainly felt wild, felt possessive and desperate for his man in every way possible. What he wouldn’t give for Daryl to feel good about himself.

He slowly pulled his fingers out and crawled back up Daryl’s body, making sure he didn’t touch the leaking cock underneath him. “I already think you’re beautiful.” He kissed him softly. “Gorgeous.” A peck against his beauty spot. “And so, so pretty.” A chaste press on the cheek. He leaned back. “You already look miles better than ‘nice’ to me, and if we did find something for you to wear it wouldn’t be about you looking better, it would be about doing something different.

“You don’t need anything to look good for me, sweetheart.”

The older man lowered his eyes once more, scoffing but the hint of a shy smile visible on his red face. Rick knew Daryl didn’t fully believe him but he’d gotten better at accepting compliments since the start of their relationship. Seeing how Rick was insatiable and always backed up his words with actions - even when it wasn’t appropriate - had helped somewhat, but it was likely he’d always have some disbelief at those words. No problem, Rick would just carry on being shameless and sappy. He was happy to do it.

“Like I said, yer a sap.”

Rick grinned and laughed quietly. “Guilty as charged.” He dropped a kiss on dark hair. “Well, it’s something to think about later, anyway. It’s not like we’ve got anything now to test it out.”

Daryl shifted and frowned, turning his head to stare at his wrists. He worked his jaw back and forth for a few beats before looking at Rick. “Can you untie these for me?”

The deputy frowned but immediately moved to do it. “Are they hurting you?”

“Nah, it’s not that.”

Slipping the fabric off his partner and tossing it to the side, he watched Daryl lower his arms and wince, rolling his shoulders to get feeling back in them. Rick noted bright red marks on Daryl’s wrists and frowned, gently grabbing an arm and lightly massaging the irritated skin.

“You should have told me if it was bad.”

Daryl huffed and pulled his arm back. “Told you, they ain’t hurt me.” The other man instead wrapped his arms around Rick and pulled him on top and into a deep kiss, taking control and licking into Rick’s mouth to his delight. Large hands held him in place as Daryl explored Rick’s mouth, his tongue sensually sliding around the warm cavern.

The hunter nipped Rick’s lip and broke the kiss. “Didn’t hurt,” he repeated, “but I wanted to hold ya.”

Jesus fucking Christ. “You’re too good for me, sweetheart.”

Daryl rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You sure you’re okay with this? I know I said I wanted you to fuck me tied up -”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with, sweetheart.”

“Fuckin’ sap.”

Rick grinned. “Keep calling me that and I’ll think you’ve forgotten my name.”

He didn’t get a verbal response to that, just a flat look that made Rick laugh and kiss Daryl once more.

“You sure you still want -”

“Rick, if you don’t fuck me in the next minute I’m going to tie you to the bed and go rub one out in the bathroom so you can’t do or see shit.”

“Well, that’s just cruel.”

“Stop fucking pouting.”

“I’m not pouting.”

He totally was, he could feel it.

Rick ran his fingers through Daryl’s hair, pushing the long strands away from his pink face. “You got any position in mind?”

The other man gnawed his lip for a moment. “Haven’t done it like this before. Kind of want you in control. Like this.”

“Alright. I can do that.”

They both shifted on the bed, Daryl moving so he was laying flat on his back, head resting on the pillow, legs bent and spread to the sides. Rick gently prodded between the other man’s legs, double checking he was properly stretched and that there was enough lube.

Deciding it was good to go, Rick quickly squirted some more out and threw the bottle to the side, coating himself thoroughly and groaning at finally getting some relief. He stopped and looked at his partner, a final question in his eyes.

“You ready?”

Daryl nodded slowly, anxious but not panicked. “Yeah, ‘m ready.”

“You know I ain’t gonna be upset if we stop at any point, right? Right this moment, halfway through, hell, even if we never do it this way, I’m -”

“Do you ever shut up, Grimes?”

The words might have been harsh on the surface, but the shy smile and fond tone were enough to get the true point across.

“I know you’ll be good with all that. That’s why I’m with you, Rick, ‘cause I trust ya.”

“... Are you trying to kill me?”

“I might if you don’t fuck me right now.”

Rick chuckled and sat back on his heels so he could see clearly. He held one thigh open, thumb rubbing circles into the soft skin, his other hand wrapped around his own dick and aiming towards Daryl’s entrance.

He took a deep breath and slowly pushed forward, the flushed head finally making contact with the stretched opening. Rick rubbed back and forth over the wet area, groaning at the warmth and the feeling of loosened muscles.

Gently he pressed the tip in, just enough that he immediately slipped out as he moved back. In and out, slowly but surely, Rick kept his movements gradual, working Daryl’s muscles open carefully rather than thrusting all the way in despite his desperation. He wasn’t going to hurt his lover for the sake of a terrible fuck.

Daryl growled and snapped his hips at the same time that Rick moved forward, the movements causing the head of his cock to finally breach the hunter. Rick grunted and held still at the intense heat, the pressure pulling his orgasm one step closer to the surface. Fuck, that feels …

“Oh, fuck.”

The other man was wide-eyed, gasping at finally being penetrated by something other than fingers for the first time in his life. His hands were grasping at the sheets, knuckles white with the force of his grip. Chest rising rapidly, twitching and leaking between his legs, Daryl looked stunning, though Rick was a bit worried he might be in pain from his shaky voice.

Rick needn’t have worried; Daryl screwed his eyes shut, jaw clenched to try and contain the moan which echoed up his throat, tipped his head back and thrust himself down further onto Rick’s cock.

He swore quietly and thrust reflexively himself, sinking in a couple more inches and dropping his head forward over Daryl’s chest. He could feel sweaty strands of his hair brushing the hunter’s chest and drew in a shaky breath, resisting the urge to fuck in deep and hard. Rick trembled as Daryl’s walls quivered around him, his stomach coiled tight as heat pulsed through him. It had been years since he’d been inside anyone like this and he felt like he was seconds away from tumbling over the edge already.

Clearly he wasn’t the only one. Daryl was drooling precome onto his own stomach, the hard flesh glistening from excitement. Rick swallowed a moan as the other man rolled his hips down further, so close to taking all of him to the hilt. He could definitely help that along.

Rick sat back and took Daryl’s other thigh in hand, his fingers sinking into the meaty flesh hard enough that he’d likely be left with Rick’s fingerprints tomorrow, a thought which had him wetting his lips. One thing at a time, Grimes.

He lifted the hunter’s legs, pushing his knees towards his chest and opening him up even more, letting Rick fill him just that little bit more. Daryl whimpered, clenching down on Rick and making him freeze in place before he lost it. He was not going to come after barely getting inside, especially as Daryl had asked to be properly fucked for the first time.

Leaning down, he licked a line up the middle of Daryl’s throat. “Sweetheart, hold on to me.”

Daryl blinked hazy eyes open, blue darkened from lust. It took a few seconds before awareness flickered back into his beautiful eyes, gaze roaming from Rick’s face down to where they were connected, a scene which distracted the older man yet again, though considering the satisfaction that crossed his face at the sight, it was something that Rick could excuse.

“Daryl.” Upon getting his partner’s attention again, Rick repeated himself, gesturing at his shoulders. “Hold on to me.”

Broad hands moved from the bed to wind around Rick’s shoulders, pulling him down into a gentle kiss that was entirely at odds with the heat simmering between them. Rick dragged his lips over Daryl’s jaw, nuzzling into his beard and smiling when the other man gripped him tighter.

“You’re doing so good, Daryl. Such a good boy.”

Blunt nails dug into his neck, a quiet “bastard” hissed in his ear as Daryl rocked down even more. They were so close.

“You ready, Daryl?”

“Yeah. You gonna fill me up, Rick?”

Rick leaned back and raised a brow. “And you call me filthy? Hypocrite.”

He didn’t give Daryl a chance to throw another smart retort at him, he spread those gorgeous thighs even wider and thrust forward, his hips finally making contact with the hunter’s ass, his dick completely swallowed by intense heat.

The other man groaned and snapped his hips into Rick’s, legs trembling against Rick’s hold where he was trying to wrap them around the deputy’s hips. Something to look forward to in the future, for now he was thrilled to have two handfuls of strong muscles, silky skin on full display for Rick’s gaze.

He’d already had them squeezing round his head, he wondered what they would be like from above.

“What - what the fuck are ya lookin’ at?” Daryl gasped out.

“Just imagining what you’d look like sitting on my face.”

The older man’s face lit up with fire, though whether that was because he was mortified at Rick’s casual obscenity or because he was turned on at the idea would remain to be seen. Could honestly be either at this point.

Rick slowly drew back, inhaling deeply as Daryl’s ass clung to him, practically sucking him back into his body. He was aching, electricity thrumming through him as he fucked back in, deep but steady. God, but he felt like he could die happy here in his lover’s body.

Daryl whined at the first thrust, biting his lip to hold in the sound. His hands migrated to the nape of Rick’s neck and threaded through his curls, not pulling just keeping himself present. His eyes were locked on Rick’s, blue on blue, his eyelashes dotted with faint tears as new sensations burned through him.

They rocked in unison, Rick gradually picking up the pace and groaning as the other man matched his rhythm, muscles gripping his dick every time he tried to pull out. It was too much. He bent down and licked into Daryl’s mouth, more an exchange of wet breaths rather than a proper kiss. They were gasping into each other, clutching damp skin and groaning into the charged air between them.

“Rick! Don’t fuck’ stop!”

“Never going to, good boy. You feel so damned good …”

Rick shifted the angle slightly and rammed hard, slamming his lips down onto Daryl’s when he let out a wordless scream. Fucking got it. He pulled back after a second and bit down lightly on the hunter’s ear.

“That feel good, sweetheart?”

“Fuck, yeah …”

The whimpering sounds were incredible to hear, a heady feeling in Rick’s soul at knowing he was the only one who’d ever made Daryl sound like that. Would be the only one, no matter how possessive that made him sound. He didn’t give a fuck. Daryl was his and would remain so.

Rick’s head was full of noise, his own blood pounding in his ears, the punched-out noises every time he slammed back into the other man, the wet slaps every time Rick moved in and out of Daryl’s loose hole. He didn’t know which sound was the best. It didn’t matter either way, he knew he’d be replaying all of them over and over again in his mind.

“You’re doing so well for me, Daryl,” he muttered breathlessly, driving his hips forward even harsher, laughing meanly when the older man slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle the whimpers. It was a shame; those whimpers gave him goosebumps in the best way.

He could feel a tightness build in his lower stomach and knew there was little chance of dragging this out much further. Not only was he finally fucking his partner, he’d already been blessed with the sight of his partner tied up and covered in his own come earlier. It was a miracle he’d lasted as long as he had.

Rick slowed down and laid a kiss on Daryl’s chin, nosing his hand off his red mouth. “I’m getting close, Daryl,” he murmured. “Ain’t going to last much longer. What about you?”

Daryl looked at him with foggy eyes and swallowed. “Rick, if ya touch my dick, I’m a goner.”

“Yeah?” Good.

The former deputy pulled Daryl’s legs towards his own body, helping him wrap them around Rick’s waist. He immediately laid down against the other man’s chest, skin to skin, and rested his weight on his forearms next to Daryl’s head. This position caused his lover’s cock to brush against his stomach, the wet tip dragging over Rick’s sensitive skin and making him shudder.

Daryl let out another punched-out sound at the extra stimulation and dug his heels into the small of Rick’s back, hands grabbing the deputy’s shoulders as if he was hanging on for dear life. Which he might be considering how much Rick could feel him leaking.

“Rick, please!”

“Please, what? What do ya need, sweetheart?”

“Please,” Daryl begged. “I need to come!”

“And?” Rick said with a breathless laugh. “Surely you can come like this? What else do you want me to do?”

The hunter’s blush deepened and he sniffled. “I’m so close, but I can’t - fuck! I’m on the - the edge - damnit, Rick!”

He stopped to cry out at a particularly harsh thrust, squeezing down on Rick like a silky vice. Jesus, he needs to finish soon or I’m screwed.

Rick looked down between them to see Daryl’s dick an angry red, wet and looking good enough to eat where it rubbed up and down Rick’s abdomen. He had a feeling it would be a repeat performance of earlier if he got even a single finger on it.

“Come on, Daryl, I know you can do it. You can come from this, I know you can.”

He sucked Daryl’s tongue and hummed around the muscle, another throb of arousal at knowing he was the one to cause that sound.

Rick rocked his hips sharply, deliberately hitting Daryl’s sweet spot as much as possible and watching as he whimpered loudly. He covered his lover’s mouth with his own once more and nipped his lip, soothing the bite with a swipe of his tongue.

Daryl grabbed Rick’s hair tightly all of a sudden and tugged him closer, whining far too loudly for a house with multiple occupants. Rick slammed a hand down over Daryl’s mouth and ground his hips in.

“Be a good boy and be quiet.”

He didn’t mean for it to come out as an order, but either way it had Daryl squealing under Rick’s hand, eyes rolling back and convulsing as he released between them. His back arched up off the bed, hands still pulling Rick’s curls hard and making him yelp at the sharp pain. A pain which jolted down his spine like electricity.

Between Daryl wrenching his hair and his thighs flexing around Rick’s pelvis, Rick was frantic as he buried himself into the burning hole, walls fluttering with every shock of Daryl’s climax. He was done for.

Rick felt himself burst and sunk his teeth into Daryl’s sweat-soaked neck, his dick pulsing inside the inviting warmth of the other man. Ecstasy jolted down his nerves at his peak, muscles shaking from the intensity. His hips thrust forward, grinding into the heat as if he could leave a part of himself behind if only he could get deep enough.

A few final twitches of his hips and his pulse slowed, Rick desperately trying to breathe in through his nose. He slowly unclenched his jaw and let go of Daryl with his hand at the same time, absently noting the other man’s quiet moan as he checked the hunter’s neck. Luckily he hadn’t broken skin this time, though it looked like there was going to be a wicked bruise there later. Yet another mark he’d left on his lover.

He probably shouldn’t be as happy about that as he was.

Rick made to pull out but Daryl let out a cry and clenched down, the feeling too much for Rick’s sensitive member. He bit down on a shout and stopped moving, looking down to meet his partner’s eyes instead.

Daryl looked fucked out, there was no other word for it. Skin flushed red, mouth open with saliva spilling out the corners, eyes glistening with unshed tears and a blissed out expression. He was staring up at Rick looking like he didn’t have a single thought in his mind and the former deputy grinned at him.

“You doing okay down there, sweetheart?”

“... What?”

Rick laughed softly. “Did I break ya, Daryl?”

Daryl blinked at him a few times before awareness started creeping back into his expression, a slight furrow between his brows. He loosened his grip on Rick’s hair and dropped his legs back onto the bed.

“I didn’t hurt ya, did I?”

“I think you’re good, sweetheart.” He shifted and winced; being inside someone while soft was definitely odd. “What about you? How was that for you?” Rick punctuated the question with a quick kiss on the inside of the other man’s wrist.

Daryl looked a touch shy but snorted all the same. “I think you fucked my brains out, asshole. Not sure I can even walk now.”

Rick cocked his head to the side and smirked. “Oh, really?” His expression softened. “But was it good for you?”

The hunter averted his gaze, lips quirking into a small smile. “Yeah Rick, it was good.” A beat of silence. “Want it again at some point,” Daryl murmured.

He felt his heart thud heavily. “Yeah?”

“Hmm.”

Rick wanted to carry on talking but they really needed to separate. He caught Daryl’s eye and carefully moved back and pulled out, taking note of the slight wince as he did.

“You good?”

“Yeah, ‘s just … weird.”

“Sounds about right. I remember my first time, going from full to empty was damn strange.”

Daryl looked at him silently, seemingly about to ask him something before his eyes widened in apparent alarm, red painting across his cheeks again.

Rick started to ask him what was wrong before his eyes flickered down and saw the problem, a problem in the form of Rick’s come starting to leak out of Daryl’s entrance. For someone who hadn’t experienced this before, it probably felt more than a bit unusual, if not outright gross.

He grabbed the damp towel from the table next to them and gently pulled Daryl’s leg to the side, meeting his eyes before silently asking a familiar question. The other man nodded slowly and settled back against the pillow, a little out of sorts considering how he was usually the one who did this for Rick.

Slowly and gently, Rick wiped down his other half, the cloth caressing just as often as cleaning. His stomach and chest were easy, legs simple if somewhat sensitive on the inner thighs - a fact Rick took advantage of to tease the other man and earn a quiet “bastard” and a kick to his side - but Rick was even more careful between Daryl’s thighs.

He swiped the damp around Daryl’s opening, noting the pink skin. “Was I too rough at all?”

“What?” Daryl lifted his head and stared at Rick.

“Was I too rough? You look a little sore here.”

Daryl twitched when Rick started cleaning inside him. “Nah, I’m good. You didn’t hurt me or nothin’.” He shrugged and tipped his red face back to face the ceiling. “Didn’t do nothin’ I didn’t like.”

Rick felt the knot of concern unravel in his chest. He didn’t think he’d done anything to hurt the other man but he knew full well how things could get away from control in the heat of the moment. It wasn’t something he was keen on using as an excuse, but it was something to keep in mind.

He finished and threw the towel towards the pile of clothes on the floor, grinning at Daryl’s scoff.

“What?”

“You’re a fucking disaster, Grimes. Ain’t you supposed to be a proper role model for the kids.”

“Why? They’ve got you for that, Papa.”

Daryl flushed red again, this time the embarrassment clearly from the memory of Judith’s newest name for Daryl, the clear acknowledgement of his place in her life as her second parent. It had been an amazing moment, watching the other man look at their daughter as if he were moments away from crying as she giggled. (He was just glad all that time he and Carl spent trying to teach her the correct word had worked.)

Rick turned off the lights and laid down next to Daryl. He held his arm out, wrapping it around the older man as he curled into Rick’s chest, one hand resting on his stomach. He pressed a chaste kiss to Daryl’s hair and dragged the cover over them.

“So.”

“Hmm?”

“Verdict?”

A single blue eye peeked up at him through dark strands before dropping back down. “Liked it. Wanna do it again. Not sure which way I like more though.”

“Oh?” Rick asked quietly.

“... Really like bein’ in ya.”

Rick chuckled. “Well, I like you being in me as well. Though I definitely like what we did tonight, too.”

“I did like it, not sayin’ I didn’t. Just kind of want to …”

“Switch it up from time to time?”

“Yeah,” Daryl muttered, shoulders relaxing at Rick’s calm tone.

“Well, I think that’s something we can both agree on.”

There was a beat of silence before Daryl carried on, voice soft. “Still prefer you to be in charge though. Know ya won’t do shit I won’t like. An’ I don’t like makin’ decisions.”

Rick felt a thrum of affection go through him, pride at the hunter for actually verbalizing his wants and desires. He said so.

“I’m proud of you, you know?”

“What d’you mean?”

“I mean, for a long time after we met, you never said anything about what you wanted or your needs. Now we’re having a full-on conversation about it.”

He kissed Daryl’s head again and squeezed him tighter. “You’ve come a long way.”

There was a beat of silence before the other man huffed at him. “And you’re still a fucking sap.”

Rick laughed quietly, turning into the larger body and wrapping himself in the inviting warmth, humming when Daryl hugged back and weaved their legs together. He sighed, exhaustion pulling him closer to sleep and feeling a tired kiss against his neck, a mumbled “good night” spoken into his skin. He was content. Although …

“Daryl?”

“What? Go to sleep.”

“Do you want me to look for some underwear on that run tomorrow?”

Rick could almost feel the spike of irritation in the dark and stifled his laughter.

“Rick?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Go the fuck to sleep before I kick your sorry ass out this bed.”

He laughed silently and pressed a quick kiss to the crown of Daryl’s head.

“I love you too, Daryl.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you too, asshole. Now sleep.”

Rick finally drifted off with a smile on his face, his worries disappearing as he slipped under while holding Daryl’s hand and stroking his finger.

Maybe he’d also look for some jewellery.

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