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Jesus, vlogging! Jesus, Puppy! Daryl, Negan! Rick, fanboy! Eugene, prison! The storm had ceased, but the ongoing rain still drenched the streets of Atlanta, much to Negan’s chagrin.

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He loved his morning walks with Tiger, but every step outside was just a pain in the ass in this weather. He unzipped his jacket as he walked upstairs, unsnapped Tiger’s leash, and unlocked the door, finding his sub obediently kneeling next to the coat rack, right where he had left him.

He knew Negan had just been gone for twenty minutes as always, but it had felt much longer, sitting all alone in the quiet entrance room. And now that he was back, smelling like wet earth, fresh air and leather, all he wanted to do was getting up and hug him.

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Negan stepped out of his boots, took his scarf off, put the leash on the dresser, then fished a raisin out of his pocket and shoved it between warm lips, “Well done.

Daryl sniffed his nose, nudged it against Tiger’s snout when the dog greeted him with wagging tail, and rose to his feet to go into the kitchen, on slightly stiff legs.

He pulled his loose pajama pants up and made sure to make a wide berth around the ugly crater in the beautiful hardwood floor, guilt filling his guts immediately.

There was a new paper sheet at the fridge. The squares were more accurate now and in black ink instead of pencil, because Negan had drawn them himself.

Above the squares were the weekdays written in elegant handwriting, and above that, the encouraging words: You wanna be good for me.

28.01.2020 – He was very hungry. Playing pinball sounded actually better than watching the tall angry man signing things for silly people. His hand curved over her face, his fingers lacing in the folds of her hair, his thumb brushing up against the slick silk finish of her wet cheek.

Daryl liked the new paper sheet. He knew he was supposed to make a blue cross for every day he had been good. And after four good days in a row, he would get a special reward.

Certainly more pajama pants, or rides on the motorcycle.

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He also knew that he would have to sit on the most dreaded chair in the house, on days he wouldn’t be able to cross out a square.

That was the new rule. But Daryl didn’t worry about that, he would just behave. There was also a yellow post-it on the fridge door, to remind him that he wouldn’t get three warnings anymore for unanswered questions.

The small paper said in explicit black words:. Daryl gave it a quick glance. He didn’t like that one. Because he didn’t like questions or answers.

But it was obviously important to Negan, so he would just try his best. Daryl filled one of the bigger mugs with tea, flinched when a drop landed on his thumb, glanced back over his shoulder to make sure Negan hadn’t seen it, and quickly wiped his hand into his shirt.

It didn’t really hurt. He flicked his head to the side, to get some annoying strands out of his face, and carried the plate of cut fruit and a very full mug of tea to the dining table.

He put it down, scratched his temple, and then went back to the kitchen because he had forgotten to bring cutlery and a napkin. Negan snapped his fingers and pointed to the free space next to his chair, when Daryl came back with a fork and grey paper napkin.

Her fingers walked along the edge of the bed and across the pillow before a strong, but not rough, hand on her shoulder guided her to sit down. Dresses for Women, Mini Club Dresses different sizes, designs, cuts Not only do you have a waist but showing helps take the focuse off the bust.

Show me your hand. Daryl crouched down on the floor and held his hand up, presenting the things he had brought in addition. A shake of the head was the only answer he got.

Only a little. And Daryl wasn’t sure how the tall angry man even knew about the silly spilled hot tea.

He wanted to pull his hand away, but then didn’t, because Negan spat a drop of saliva on the sore spot of skin and rubbed it in. It felt soothing and very nice.

Daryl sniffed his thumb, glancing up at Negan, perplexed a moment by the statement, and then immediately straightened his back and shoulders, before he spread his knees and put his arms behind his back.

He looked up again for confirmation. He was very hungry.

That’s Monday in a week. To Fort Lauderdale.

I have to attend a cruise. Daryl’s eyes darted from left to right as he took four big gulps from the soil-forest tea, then licked his lips when Negan put the mug back on the table.

He didn’t like it one bit. He could take a picture for Merle. Daryl knelt for 16 minutes on the wooden floor, close to the wall. The underfloor heating was on, but a slight shudder ran through his naked body anyway, when Negan finally stepped through the door.

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He didn’t say anything and just vanished into the bathroom. Daryl could hear the sounds of urine splattering into the toilet, followed by flushing, then water running, teeth brushing, some kind of clattering, the rustling of clothes, before Negan came back with bare chest and bare feet, wearing nothing but black denims, holding three big towels in hand.

He smiled briefly when Daryl looked up to see what he was doing, stroked a hand through longish hair, and then started to remodel the bed to his liking.

He removed the thick duvet and stored it into the bottom part of the wardrobe, then spread the three towels out on Daryl’s side of the mattress, searched for something in the dresser, and put several items on the nightstand.

It all made Daryl’s stomach feel weird and tingly, and he nervously bit his lip, when Negan returned to him and squatted down, getting on eye level to examine freshly washed skin and hair.

Negan checked the man’s ears, neck and teeth, then looked at the small red spot on his thumb and rubbed it. You wanna answer me.

How much do you like me.

Daryl got up and licked his lips, liking the taste of minty toothpaste and Negan’s spit. He sat down on his side of the mattress, suspiciously brushing his hand over the generous towel cover.

Daryl sniffed his nose and rolled over on his side, hesitantly moving closer to Negan, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what kind of play would make a big mess.

Daryl held his breath, the side of his face squished against a warm, hairy chest. He could hear Negan’s heartbeat, felt vibrations spreading through a broad rib cage when the man cleared his throat, and then listened to the clicking sound of the keyboard as five fingers answered a mail to a business partner in Norway.

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After six minutes, Negan chuckled, seeing a post in the kinky part of tumblr, with a picture of him and Paul, and the wise comment ‘This is what true devotion looks like’.

The chuckle made the laptop on his belly jiggle slightly, and Daryl found the courage to stroke the fine dark hair covering the man’s pecs, with shy fingers, like a bunny at the petting zoo.

Negan flipped through a few pages, ordered after-play-food from ‘Savi Provisions’ for the early afternoon, ordered the newest issue of ‘Men’s Fitness’ from Amazon, using their ship-to-prison program, and then didn’t look up from his screen as he nudged the top of Daryl’s head with his chin.

He closed his eyes and reached up to stroke the side of Negan’s neck and half a minute later, bravely slid his knee over the man’s thigh, feeling a strange tingling sensation deep in his belly.

Daryl glanced at the screen. It was a long text with several pictures of product samples. He felt bad for the tall angry man. Sending so many words to read on a Sunday wasn’t fair.

He kissed a spit-wet nipple, licked it once more and then brushed his lips along the black ink of a tattoo, sniffed, moved a bit higher, kissed and sniffed again as he reached an exposed armpit.

He looked at it for a moment, then nudged his nose into dark hair and poked his tongue out, breathing warm air against the sensitive skin with his first lick.

Daryl crouched down on the floor and held his hand up, presenting the things he had brought in addition. And whenever Tony is away, I fuck myself with a revitalized vigour as I imagine Tony’s cock and balls servicing my hot hairy gooey groove! Black lace insert high leg cupped body journal He had never experienced a moment of passion like this, so drawn out and so intimate.

It was tasty and smelled good, so he licked again, looked at the tiny drops of spit getting caught in fine dark hair, then licked once more and sucked a little, angling his head.

It made his heart beat faster and he rocked his hips against Negan’s side, making quiet slurping noises as he intensified his efforts, loving the very faint taste of salt on his tongue.

Negan’s fingers stilled on the keyboard and he tipped his head back and closed his eyes for a second, impressed by his sub’s impetuous tongue work.

After another two seconds, he shut his laptop, blindly put it aside and grasped Daryl’s chin, pulling him up for a wet kiss.

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He growled deep in his throat when he tasted himself on the man’s lips and wrapped his arm breathtakingly tight across a bare back, kneading firm ass cheeks as he thrust his tongue deep and hungrily into Daryl’s mouth.

Tell me. A smirk curled around Negan’s lips. Daryl blinked and flicked his head, making his long bangs fall to the side.

He really wanted that and he raised his hips, trying to engage in Negan’s dry humping. He felt proud as he heard his own voice saying something so nice.

Daryl tensed instantly, clenching his butt. He had forgotten about that.

The images of a man being buried up to the elbow in another man on Valentine’s day popped up in his head. Maybe he didn’t like that so much.

Negan huffed a small chuckle into the crook of Daryl’s neck as he felt him freeze, and raised his head, gazing down.

Daryl wasn’t sure what to say, nodded first, then shrugged and finally shook his head, adding a gruff little, “No.

Pure adoration curved Negan’s lips and lit dark eyes.