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“You want me quiet? Make me.”
At Daryl’s bratty tone, you rolled your eyes and stopped stroking his cock. He’d come home after a night of drinking and his tipsy ass was giving you hell. Your boyfriend groand and started whining the second your hand ceased it’s movements.
“No, d-don’t stop. Please.”
“Are you gonna be quiet or not? I don’t need the whole house knowin’ that we’re fuckin’.”
“Let ‘em hear. I don’t give a fuck.”
Jesus, he was acting ridiculous. You ran your free hand down your face and shook your head. At this rate, you weren’t ever going to let Daryl finish. You took a moment and thought about how to handle this. That’s when the idea hit you. You were sitting next to him on the bed, so you wrapped your arm around his shoulders and covered his mouth. Of course, this resulted in Daryl licking your palm. Even though you were annoyed, a startled laugh escaped you, and you smacked his thigh with your other hand.
“Do not lick me, you little shit. Just be good and I’ll let you come.”
Despite wanting to continue his antics, Daryl really wanted to find that release. He shifted his hips and nodded. His voice was muffled by your hand, but you could still understand him.
“M’gonna be good.”
Satisfied with his answer, you nodded and began stroking him again. Daryl instantly melted into your side. His whimpers were stifled by your hand, and you added to his overstimulation by kissing his neck. He was writhing beneath your touch and gasping softly. You could tell that he was getting overwhelmed because his eyes were welling up with tears. This resulted in you gently teasing him.
“Oh, baby. Are you gonna cry?”
Daryl huffed softly and blinked hard. Tears had started rolling down his cheeks, and you quickly kissed them away. You tormented him for a few more seconds before speaking softly.
“You wanna come, baby? You’re bein’ such a good boy.”
He nodded eagerly and squirmed under your hand again. Daryl just couldn’t stay still. His breathing was ragged, and he looked at you with pleading eyes. You smiled at the sight of him looking so wrecked and gave in.
“Okay, baby. You can finish.”
That was all it took for his entire body to tremble, and ropes of semen leaked from his cock. You kept working Daryl through his orgasm and muttered praises.
“That’s a good boy.”
You removed your hand from his mouth and watched as his chest heaved. Daryl wiped at his own tears and mumbled between his choked gasps. He was repeating the same thing over and over again.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Once Daryl had a moment to calm down, you pressed a softer kiss to his lips and stroked his hair with your clean hand. He leaned into your touch and steadied his breathing. His expression was slightly sheepish, and it was obvious that he was embarrassed by his behavior. You immediately reassured him.
“Thank you for correctin’ that attitude. Can I clean you up, now?”
“Yeah. Thank you, sweetheart.”
Grabbing a rag from the nightstand, you wiped him up and cleaned your own hand. You wanted to do more, though. Finished drying his skin, you shifted on the bed and examined the sheets. They weren’t too dirty, so you’d only have to remove the top sheet. You lightly nudged him and spoke again.
“Let’s get this sheet off, and I’ll run you a bath.”
“A bath?”
“Yeah, I gotta take care of my man.”
Daryl’s cheeks flushed pink, and he gave you a chaste kiss. You smiled against his lips and helped him out of the bed. His legs felt like jelly, and he leaned heavily on you. Leading him to the bathroom, you sat him on the closed toilet lid and ruffled his hair. The tenderness you were feeling was evident in your voice.
“I’m gonna run the bath and get rid of that dirty sheet. You just wait here.”
“Okay.”
He nodded obediently and admired you as you ran the bath. The steam from the hot water filled the air. You gave him another small smile and left the room. After the sheet was put into the hamper, you returned to the bathroom and saw that Daryl was right where you left him. He grinned sleepily at you and spoke quietly.
“You wore me out, darlin’.”
“Yeah? Well, I better get to washin’ you up.”
You helped your exhausted boyfriend out of his clothes and turned off the faucet. The bathtub was filled and ready for Daryl to soak in. You were about to lower him into it when one of his strong hands gripped your wrist. His words were slightly slurred with both intoxication and fatigue.
“Get in with me. Please.”
“Alright, baby. I’m gonna get you in first, and then I’ll join you.”
Getting Daryl submerged in the water, you stepped back and stripped your clothes. His gaze roamed over your figure, and he sighed contentedly. He just had to voice his affection.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you, baby. Lean forward and I’ll climb in behind you.”
Once you were settled behind Daryl, he leaned against you and rested his head on your chest. Your fingers instinctively ran through his dark hair, and you kissed the top of his head. The two of you would spend the next hour in the tub before going back to bed. He mumbled a sleepy ‘love you’ before drifting off.