rick kisses negan back without a moment’s hesitation, a soft hum leaving his lips when negan’s fingers slip into his entrance. they’ve done this plenty of times, but it’s been awhile, ever since rick had DECIDED to fight against the man above him, they hadn’t fucked for a good few months now, and rick had never looked at michonne again. luckily, michonne still remained close to him, and he appreciates her for it, she still loves his children, and considers him a close friend.
“shit, negan.” rick curses against the other man’s lips, shuddering as the other man consumes his mouth with his own. rick locks a freehand around negan’s neck, eyes glassy and filled with nothing but want.
kiss swollen lips part as negan’s lips move down his neck, his skin is hot, and sensitive, and he shudders at the brush of negan’s scruff against his bare skin. rick’s always liked negan better with a beard, it fit him more. his teeth sink into negan’s earlobe as another finger is inserted inside of him, and he feels his body begin to really react, his eyes clamp shut for a moment until negan decides to speak up again, and rick growls lowly into the other man’s ear.
part of rick wants negan to just take him, and skip the preparation, he likes the pain, it reminds him that he’s still alive, and that there was someone that would always have power over him. “no, none of em’ do.” he hisses, dragging negan’s face back up to his own, the former sheriff kissed the other man, digging his heel into negan’s backside, dragging him closer before breaking the kiss, “fuck me, please.” he’s done waiting, but he knows negan will tease him.
Negan inhales sharply through gritted teeth as Rick’s teeth sink into his earlobe. It causes him to shudder forward, not having expected he contact, nor the way Rick’s breath feels against his ear. Negan snaps forward roughly, fingers probing deep and unforgiving as they curl inside him. It’s been far too long since he’s fucked Rick and the thirst is very real, but he still needs to let the other know he has the upper hand, and will CONTINUE to have the upper hand. Negan’s dick is painfully hard and ACHING to take every bit of pent up frustration and anger out on the man under him. It’s almost TOO hard to think and resist but he can’t get lost in this, no matter how badly he wants to.
He needs to hold back and have some reservations. Rick growling hot in his ear is far too reminiscent of when he’d come to Alexandria, collect HIS shit and fuck Rick whenever he pleased, right under the noses of every single one of his people that followed him so blindly. They had no idea how deeply Negan was EMBEDDED within their leader, both in the metaphorical and psychical sense. “Not yet, anyways.” Negan offers against Rick’s lips, kissing him fiercely, but also holding JUST when Rick seemingly gets into it, just to really piss him off. “How long till SOMEONE walks by?” Negan questions, referencing the small window which is often his primary source of light — and even then it isn’t all that much. Realistically it’s doubtful someone would walk by, but it’s not impossible.
Negan pulls his fingers from Rick and lets his hand firmly wrap around his own cock, moaning against the other’s lips as he pumps himself. He’s already fully hard and he knows Rick is BEGGING for it, fuck, even he can hardly resist, which is why he pushes the head of his cock down, teasingly pressing himself to Rick’s entrance — though the there isn’t nearly enough pressure to actually penetrate him right now and Negan knows it. Even if Rick were to move it wouldn’t happen and he loves knowing he controls what Rick wants most. “Shit Rick, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were keepin’ me down here just to be some sort of SEX SLAVE.” Negan taunts, lips still on Rick’s in rough kisses. It’s pathetic, but that’s ESSENTIALLY what he’s become. Rick needs advice, he’ll give it to him, but what other use does he have then fucking him into oblivion?