Negan was not a weak man.
But he did have moments of weakness. Unfortunately this was one of those, and he was going to finish disgusted with himself — and wake up like it had never happened — only to fall into the same routine until he actually started to ENJOY it. But this was still one of those moments. It had been over a YEAR since he’d fucked ANYONE and this was his option.
This or let his dick rot, he hadn’t jerked off this much since he’d FIRST discovered his goddamn dick, but there was NOTHING that could ever compare to being with another actual person. Even if it was the fucking kid who hated his GUTS.
He wondered if that was part of it — at least he had vaguely. Admittedly Carl was far tighter than he could have imagined and he wasn’t going to last TOO much longer. Maybe it was the taboo, the basic contact, or the fact for the first time in months he was just OVERSTIMULATED from all angles, but he was fucked the moment the kid spoke.Though the cat had his tongue because his own words ESCAPED HIM. All of his thoughts feeling FAR too wrong.
Realistically at any moment Rick could come downstairs to check on Negan — make sure he was still locked in his CELL and find his son, stuck in his rebellious teenage phase, riding Negan’s cock, but even right now that couldn’t stop his release. Fingers digging tight into Carl’s hips as he bottomed out, cock pulsating and releasing inside of him. His hold on the other was far too tight for a moment as he groaned, face falling into his shoulder — though his hand instantly went to Carl’s cock, aiming to assist him with SOME relief.
DISGUST already setting in, though he made no move to actually PULL out of the other just yet.