AND I KNOW THAT IS A MIGHTY BIG PILL TO SWALLOW.

           Not in the house two seconds and the kid is at the top of the stairs, demand heavy off his tongue as an ORDER. He’s been out WORKING all day and suddenly it feels like he’s the one that’s done something wrong. A dry chuckle falls from Negan’s lips as he looks up at Carl, closing the door behind him with a grimace. “Well fucking HELLO to you too.” Negan retorts dryly, though his fingers are already kneading at his tie, eyes failing to fall from the other. 

          “So nice to see you.” He’s having the conversation with himself, laden heavy in sarcasm as TYPICAL pleasantries would be exchanged before getting straight down to business. But someones being a BRAT. He slips out of his shoes, leaving them on the tile before stepping deeper into his penthouse, head still tilted up to the kid. He’d been watching WAY too much fucking Game of Thrones and was starting to resemble JOFFERY in some of his tantrums and that really shouldn’t have been something that amused Negan. 

          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.

          “OH now we are fuckin’ TALKIN’.” On a good day he doesn’t need a reason to go HARD, yet he can’t deny that Rachel’s gotten an overwhelming amount of EDGE to every move he makes. Perhaps at first their relationship had been AGGRESSIVE to say the least. It felt like a hatefuck more than anything else half the time, but that was okay, and that was something Negan was prepared to deal with (hell, he even really fucking enjoyed it). So when she started to soften on him — he’d started to do the same. Even if he hadn’t realized.

         So the sinful PLEA that falls from her lips only makes his fingers dig tighter into her hips. Negan’s beard scraped against her tender skin as he leans down, his lips GHOSTING over her jaw. Rachel is tougher than most women he’s ever met, yet there’s something about her that seems so SMALL right now.

         No ones around to act, she just wants to be CONSUMED. She just wants to forget, so forgetting is something he’ll happily assist in. Negan’s jeans are straining against the bare swell of her ass and there’s a frustrating lack of relief. At least for now. Rachel has pretty much PUT HIM in charge and if she’s got a problem with that, she’s going to have to speak up.

           The tip of Negan’s tongue is pinned between his teeth, the low chuckle ghosting past his lips and hot against Harley’s neck. “Fuckin’ right you have, Babydoll.” His words were nothing more than an amused drawl, eyes heavy with lust as he dipped down, letting his teeth nip against Harley’s earlobe, his fingers cupped tighter to her pussy, one probing between her slick folds. “Sorta feels like you’ve been thinkin’ of me ALL  damn day too.”

          And he lived for it just as much as she did. Harley prided herself on her ability to look hot while kicking ass and wrecking havoc even though the world had gone to shit. She liked to feel powerful, but she also liked to get a LITTLE FREAKY. And fuck if he didn’t love her particular brand.

          He would be the first to admit that she TOTALLY did it for him, but this was also coming from a man whose most cherished possession was a baseball bat named after his dead wife — that he used frequently to bash in the skulls of his victims.

          But that also pretty much summarized the sort of CHAOS that they both seemed to ignite in the other, and Negan frankly didn’t give a shit about it. Or that it was probably a very bad idea in the long run. In the New World, the long run was more of a hopeful possibility than  guarantee. “I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t thinking about you too.”

"I got a new toy..."

"Pull my hair."

"You're my little whore, aren't you?"

"Just put it in me!"

"Fuck. FUCK! More!"

"You are going to get on that bed and do exactly as I say."

"Mount me like the bitch I am."

"Pleasure me."

"I want you to call me ________."

"I like it hard and fast."

"What do you think of latex?"

"You are going to get fucked tonight."

"Make love to me."

"Take it nice and slow."

"Fuck me like a whore."

"More. I need more!"

"What if I invited a friend to join us?"

"We should do it right here."

"Not in the pool!"

"I'm so slippery..."

"I'm ready now."

"Hold on, I'm not quite there."

"Get these clothes off me."

"How do I look?"

"I'm not wearing any underwear."

"Think you can keep your composure?"

Carl shook his head. “Clothes are gonna have to come off, and I doubt I’d be able to get out of anything like this without you helping to RIP it off,” the younger male teased. Honestly, he liked the clothes he’d been wearing through the day – not that they were anything special, of course. His shoes had already been abandoned earlier in the evening and socks were carefully being worked off with his toes while being held against the wall. He had to admit, however, that the feel of Negan’s lips against his skin were far more distracting than he needed while trying to even really get them started.

A heavy groan started in his chest, working itself into a moan as he imagined the discolorations that would have been left scattered across his skin once they were finished. Fingers folded into the material at the back of the collar beneath his grasp, slipping to the front to begin helping with the removal of it before being asked. “Mhm,” Grimes hummed, BARELY listening as his focus poured into the dirty thoughts already forcing themselves to the front of his mind. “I was kind of suggesting that we could do this in front of the window – if you still wanted to see what was on the outside of it.”

Panting a bit, his chest arched forward with the lower kisses. Teeth sank into his own bottom lip, but he opened his eyes when the mention of alcohol broke through the fog. “Do I SOUND drunk to you? I admit that I tried some, but I’d rather have something with a little more flavor…” Honestly, he could have gone for a shot or two of CINNAMON aftershock, but if he wanted to actually get drunk, anything within the mini bar would have been a nice start. “But unless you’re planning on body shots, I think we can leave the drinks out of it.” Although, that might have been a good way to spend the intermission time. “Fuck it… If you wanna drink, we could finish it off together–” hands cupped Negan’s face with his hands pushing up into the other’s short hair, stealing another heated kiss. “–after you strip.”

           “Well aren’t you impatient?” Negan questioned in between kissing Carl, the mighty smirk unable to fall from his wicked lips. “Kinda defeats the purpose if you want to leave.” Which unfortunately was becoming less and less of a possibility, especially with how DELECTABLE Carl tasted on his tongue. Negan chuckled under his breath as the kid’s hands moved to his collar, “You aren’t even listening to me, are you?” He mused, teeth NIPPING at his neck. Oh. Okay. So he wanted to put on a show? Absolutely all possibility of leaving the room had vanished and Negan instead was now navigating the open space. You couldn’t just say something like that and get off the hook. Carl’s back digs into the plush cushions of the couch as Negan leans down letting go of him — and pushing into him all at the same time.

          “More like you wantin’ em all to see what’s on the INSIDE.” The words come out with a growl, his fingers already tugging at each button of his shirt until it springs open, then he’s onto the next. Negan’s lips continue down Carl’s chest until he’s moving back, knees temporarily resting on the floor as his shirt finally drops to the ground. The contact with the other male is electric, sloppy sensual kisses leading a trail of fire down the other man’s skin. “You don’t SOUND drunk, but I taste it in YOU.” Negan admits, amusement pulling at his features as he tugs Carl to the edge of the couch, fingers hooking into his underwear and pants until they’re in the same pile with Negan’s shirt. Body shots don’t sound like a half bad idea, but they’ve got the night ahead of them to drink. “We’ll finish it off together, all right.” He muses darkly, allowing Carl to tug him back up into a heated kiss.

“You’re an ass,” Carl stated plainly, though it lacked the same attitude his previous words held. It wasn’t fair how quickly he caved for the other; how easy it was for Negan to clear away any argument and replace it with something so much BETTER. Even with the rules that came with potentially getting into some stashed-away supply of weed, it didn’t seem to matter that they’d been at odds only moments before. Grimes was sure it would have started up again at some other time (possibly the next time they ended up in the same situation,) but a little time ALONE never killed anyone, and he was more than making up for it with the kiss alone.

Those words sounded like a challenge, but accepting it would have messed with the level of contact between them. With hands settling under his thighs to lift him higher, his back hitting the wall – CONTACT was more important than ever in those moments. No way would he chance losing any bit of it. The hold around Negan’s neck tightened slightly, pressing forward to make sure to leave himself with JUST ENOUGH space between the wall and the hard body in front of him; hips rolling less than subtly as blue eyes closed. A laugh bubbled up against the kiss. “Now you know how I felt.”

Breath caught in his chest, legs wrapping around the older man’s waist. “If you’re moving us away from the wall, there’s an open laptop and a game controller on the couch, so go. somewhere. else.” Thank god he’d been left on his own to finish his course work earlier. Teeth barely scraped at Negan’s bottom lip and he tipped his head back against the wall for a moment, head turning toward the WINDOW, taking note of the fact that the blinds were still wide open. “Did you wanna see the sights tonight instead? There’s a great view from the window if you don’t wanna miss out on anything…”

            “You ain’t fuckin’ wrong.” Negan murmured out, words hot against Carl’s lips. An ass was something he could gladly and confidently fess up to, but Negan unlike most hadn’t pretended to be something he wasn’t. Chuckling softly, Negan shook his head as Carl’s arms tightened around him. He was laughing now, and he was responsive; so what more could Negan ask for? “Maybe I’ll just keep you right here then.” Negan warned, scruff scraping against Carl’s cheek as his lips moved to the other’s jaw, peppering kisses in a tediously slow pace. It had been a long day and Negan had missed moments like this.

            Carl was talking and he was only half focused on listening — instead allowing his lips to drag down the other’s neck, sucking softly on his collarbone, enjoying the faint taste of the other on his tongue. Right, they were going to see the sights weren’t they… Dinner, tourist trap, some magic show and back to the hotel room for some delectable parting sex — though he wondered how much of that plan was already doomed at this point. “Can’t imagine what’s to miss.” Negan murmured, hands squeezing at Carl’s thighs as he not so subtly rolled his hips.

 rick grunts from the pain, seeing stars for a moment before he rakes his fingernails down negan’s back, hard enough to draw blood from the other man’s skin. rick knows that negan’s pissed at him, and that he wouldn’t hold back, but he’s fine with, he doesn’t want SOMETHING gentle, he wants it rough, he wants to be distracted from the thoughts in his head, and the guilt he carries. he moves his hips in time with negan’s BRUTAL thrusts, desperate for the pain, and the rough slam of hips against hips, and skin against skin. he’ll have bruises all over his body in the morning, but he doesn’t care. for once he just doesn’t fucking care about anything but the feel of negan against him. his breath is hot against negan’s ear, moans and growls of pleasure for him to hear, and him alone. the entirety of his basement reeks of sex, and rick hopes carl doesn’t come to see negan for awhile. 

 “didn’t wanna kill you, even after ya’ BROKE my damn leg.” rick rasps, sinking his teeth into negan’s shoulder to bite back a cry of pain. his skin is burning, and his entire mind is screaming at him for seeking negan out after everything he had fought to put an end to. but once again, his mind shuts off as negan’s thrusts grow even more rough, and brutal. the former deputy shudders when negan slips out of him, blue eyes betraying his confusion. he glances down at negan’s lips as he’s yanked forward like a ragdoll, heart beating rapidly against his chest. — back when rick had first met negan, he had never expected something like this to happen between them, but shit happened, and here they were. he’ll never forgive the other man for killing two of his people, but he’s not going to constantly bring it up whenever he’s near negan. it won’t bring them back from the dead, it’ll only make the pain of the loss worse.

 rick’s forehead is pressed against negan’s, breath heavy as he tries to regain some of his composure, “they don’t know shit.” rick hisses against negan’s lips, anger and lust burning bright in his eyes. he sinks himself back onto negan’s dick, grunting from the stretch as he hides his face in negan’s shoulder.

          Negan hisses the moment Rick’s nails dig into his back because it’s clear the former deputy isn’t fucking around either and if Negan wants to fight fire with fire; he’s clearly game. His own fingers dig deeper into the others flesh wanting nothing more than to destroy him, teeth scraping sharply against Rick’s skin. Negan grits his teeth as Rick’s teeth sink into his own shoulder, apparently that’s KARMA. Unlike Rick however, the only people that are bound to see his wounds are Carl at most. “You’re lucky that’s all I fuckin’ did.” Negan moaned, words coated in pleasure and resentment.

          Negan’s hands settled back on Rick’s hips as his own snap up to meet rhythm with the man on top of him. “Not yet. But what happens when they do?” Negan bites back, heat coiling in the pit of his stomach, a burning of pleasure that couldn’t be ignored. It had been ages since he’d fucked and honestly, Negan wanted to ruin this for the other. He had made Rick crave him before, and there was a large part of him that wanted to continue leaving the other thirsting for his presence until the crushing realization that Rick didn’t want to be without him became a bitter reality.

All the teen could do was shake his head. The CITY hadn’t been the problem; the asshole that’d left him to explore ON HIS OWN was. “Sorry, did you want me to find someone ELSE to experience Vegas-level SIN with?” Not that he would have, of course. Not unless it happened thanks to some fucked up threeway, and even then – that wasn’t something he’d been hoping for. Video games could have definitely waited, considering he’d been playing the same games he’d been working on trying to get through within the days before leaving home (and room service had left a lot to be desired, if he was completely honest with himself.)

“GOOD,” Carl snapped. A nod was offered with the other man’s acknowledgement of wanting to drink. At least they were getting somewhere. The younger huffed and rolled his eyes, trying his damnedest not to show any kind of encouragement for the continuation of the other man’s response. He should have known better than to suggest something so … Wrong. “The day I ask you for ANYTHING involving Britney Spears will be the day I beg you to KILL ME.” However, he couldn’t say he hadn’t thought about the other option. “I think you OWE me a joint or two for even joking about that shit.”

With a shake of his head, Grimes crossed the room and slipped his arms around Negan’s neck to DRAG him down into a kiss only to mumble against his lips after. “You’re just lucky taking away SEX would be a punishment for me too – or I would have used that against you in my list of demands.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Maybe I just won’t let you TOUCH next time.” 

          Negan found himself grimacing, it’s not as if he wanted to encourage Carl further, but it was sort of AMUSING when he got like this. Not that he could be blamed of course, because Negan got it, but this had all been beyond his control. “Depends, didn’t know that was an option.” Negan retorted sarcastically, trying to suppress the smirk but failing to do so. Thankfully a breakthrough was well on it’s way and Carl was slowly giving in when he realized that Negan was finally at his disposal and on board with whatever got the sourpuss back in his good graces. Negan chuckled, amusement clearly playing over his expression. “Alright, fair enough.” Britney Spears was a bad choice — sure, but had Carl even heard of any of the other big performers on the strip right now? At this risk of revealing his age — Negan was FAIRLY certain it would cause more confusion than anything else had he of used another example.

          “Ha, not a chance in hell kid. You wanna get high, you stay in the hotel.” Alright, so maybe that was one responsible thing he’d suggest this evening; but it ended there. Negan’s arms unraveled as Carl approached him and soon enough he was wrapping them around the younger man and pulling him tight as he leaned down to kiss him. Carl’s lips muffled a laugh on his end, “You go ahead and try and stop me.” Negan teased, eyes closing as he leaned down into the kiss — slipping his hands down Carl until he was tugging him up, hands wrapping around the back of his thighs. Negan turned with Carl in his arms, pinning him against the wall. “Don’t you even fucking JOKE cause that shit is NOT cool.” Negan warned against his lips.

rick internally congratulates himself when he manages to get a shudder out of negan, at least he KNOWS the other man wants it just as bad as he does. before they had gone to war AGAINST each other, rick had gotten used to negan arriving at alexandria, and dragging him back to his place to have his way with him, it had almost become ROUTINE, and then his son had gone and shot up negan’s compound, and rick had decided that enough was enough. if negan had to be kept behind bars, then that’s where he would be. and if negan was stupid enough to try and escape, rick would be forced to never let him out again. the LOGICAL part of rick’s mind is telling him to stop this now, but his wants win over his brain. he’s missed having negan this close to him.

 the former deputy growls against negan’s ear again, “thought i told ya’ ta’ shut the fuck up.” he snaps at him again, clearly annoyed by negan’s constant banter. half of the time rick wants to PUNCH the other man in the face just to prove a damn point, but he figures nearly SLITTING negan’s throat had been enough to get his message across, he was not to be FUCKED with himself. he glares at him, forehead beaded with sweat, “no one ever walks by.” he says.

 he’s growing more and more FRUSTRATED by negan’s teasing, a quiet growl leaving his lips at the sound of negan’s moan. he’s practically aching for release, and he wants negan inside of him before that happens. his entire body shakes with need as the head of negan’s cock brushing against his entrance, he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, biting back an embarrassing moan of pure want. displaying his evident frustrations, he sinks his teeth into negan’s lower lip, hands resting on the other man’s shoulders. “ain’t like your complainin’ about it.” rick says, voice laced with sarcasm.

          The MOMENT Rick snaps at him — growling against his ear, he slams himself deep inside of him. Cock pushing forth with a mighty thirst to come undone inside of him. He savors the tightness and warmth of the other man, growling back hot against Rick’s lips. Negan’s eyes squeeze shut and for a moment, he loses himself in the bliss. His clamping painfully hard on Rick’s hip while the other grabs at his shoulder, hips snapping into the other as roughly as he can. Truthfully, Negan really DOES want to destroy Rick. He’s the man that had taken everything away from him — his freedom, his wives, his Saviors — his HOME. He had lost so much and the smart thing would have been to murder every single one of his people, himself included, that night in the forest.

          But every action he ever took had two outcomes, unfortunately that had evidently been the wrong one for Rick and his people. He misses the freedom, a real bed, CALLING the shots and he lets the bitterness drive him. “I don’t GIVE a fuck what you said.” Negan finally replies, voice heavy as he fucks into him, forehead resting against Rick’s shoulder for a moment, purely enjoying how TIGHT the other is. “If you wanted me to stay quiet, ya shoulda slit my throat a little bit DEEPER.” Negan’s words are jagged and as his hips snap into Rick, he drives into him HARD, fingers tightening far beyond pleasurable. Maybe he’s STILL pissed about that too, but he had every right. He wants to laugh at Rick telling him off. Sure, he loved sex, and if Rick wanted to keep him as his own personal fucktoy, fine, but it didn’t come without a cost.

 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.

rick glances up at him, eyes narrowing a bit in response to negan’s comment, “ain’t lookin’ ta ask nice.” rick snaps at him, knowing the other man was still one hundred percent in control of him, and what was about to happen. rick didn’t CARE, he just wanted negan inside of him, and taking control. he’s addicted to the other man’s touch, and he knows negan uses that to his advantage whenever they interact with each other. he falls back, biting back a groan at the side of negan above him. he knots a hand in negan’s hair again, shuddering at the feeling of negan’s breath against his ear.

 “i know.” rick grunts in reply to his words, he’s understood that since the beginning. negan had claimed him, and now rick doesn’t BELONG to anyone else. “i belong ta’ you, and only you.” he rasps against negan’s ear, shuddering a second time as the words leave his lips. he shouldn’t want this, but he does, and he’ll take the guilt of wanting negan to his grave if he has too. he can’t always be the strong one, the one that’s in control, negan didn’t shame him for his darker side.

 rick’s hands reach for negan’s pants, and he yanks them down brutally, he’s desperate for that feeling of being overtaken, and completely forced into submission. he yanks down his own boxers, sliding them off with the kick of his feet, “take me, i’m yours.” he rasps, “just do it.”

          “Ya never do.” Negan bites back, LIVING for the small changes in Rick. How he snaps,  how his eyes narrow, how his grasp TIGHTENS. There’s part of him that wonders how long it would take for the psychological games to come into play. How long it would take for him to flip the script and start pulling his strings all over again. Rick craves his touch, and lives for their moments together, so how long before Negan is calling the shots once more?

          The other part of him however, told him it would take FAR longer than he would have liked and it would be easier to escape when he catches him off guard, even though the blatant satisfaction would be void considering psychological warfare was just a much more fulfilling tactic. “Fucking RIGHT you are.” Negan smirks back, towering over Rick as he all but rips his pants off. It’s nice to see his own desperation is hardly the star of their matters considering Rick needs this just as much as him — if not more.

          Negan spits into his palm and bends down so their lips touch once more, his tongue hungrily claiming Rick’s mouth — exploring and memorizing every bit of his touch. His hand slips down, completely bypassing Rick’s cock and instead going for his hole and working him open slowly, preparing him for the stretch. Fuck if Negan is going to be gentle when he’s been DEPRAVED for days — maybe even WEEKS. It doesn’t take long for Negan’s attention to shift, his lips trailing over Rick’s scruff, and down his neck, teeth SHARPLY digging into the tender flesh of the crook of his neck. “Anyone else know why you REALLY keep me down here?” Negan questions, implications CLEAR as he forces another finger into Rick, breath ghosting over the imprint of his teeth that will most certainly be bruising.

 he just wants negan to SHUT THE FUCK UP, and stop talking for once in his damn life, at the same time negan’s smirk does something to him, wakes up the darker parts of him, but he NEVER reveals it, he won’t let negan drag that part of him out again. rick also knows they’re nearly the same, and that scares the former deputy, he can’t be like negan, he can’t become that cruel and dark. and part of rick wonders if negan had been a normal man before all of this. his fingers tighten their hold in negan’s hair, eyes clamped tightly shut as the other man practically CONSUMES him. it feels good to let go of the control he usually has, feels good to let someone else take charge.

 “shut yer damn mouth if ya’ keep talking.” he snaps at him, nails tightening their hold in negan’s scalp, he shakes his head, letting negan shove him backward until his back hits the couch. negan’s hands on his hips never fail to get a reaction out of him, but he makes sure negan doesn’t get ahold of his gun, then things wouldn’t end well. —- he wanted to TRUST negan again, maybe he could bring him back. but it was just wishful thinking, negan would never be able to live among his people.

 “shut up.” rick snaps again, tugging negan’s lips back down to his own. he lets negan yank the belt from his jeans, holster, and other things tossed aside. when negan’s lips roam down to his neck, he bites back a groan, already aroused by the other man’s touch alone. the former deputy practically rips negan’s shirt over his head, tugging the other man closer, “you gonna fuck me, or not?” he drawls, blue eyes challenging.

              Negan’s eyes flutter shut at the rough contact with his scalp, he’s thirsting for ANY touch at this point and makes no move to stop Rick as a shaky moan fills their kiss, tongues coming together to battle for dominance — a battle Negan has always won. “Don’t promise the impossible.” Negan muses, breath hot on Rick’s skin as he feels the other man try and pull the reigns in on the situation. How far can it fall from Rick’s control before he’s comfortable with it? The gun is moved far from his reach before he’s even got the chance to go for it — but that wasn’t his intent today anyways, not yet.

              Rick’s tensions are rising and he may be hard, and wanting this just as much or MORE than the former officer himself, but he can’t seem to get enough. “You didn’t even ask nice.” Negan TEASES, insufferably cocky as Rick snaps at him. He’ll shut up when he’s dead and buried in the ground, or stumbling around mindlessly like one of the walkers — whichever comes first, but right now is not going to aid in that silence.

              Negan kisses him back harshly, desperate for contact before Rick changes his mind, so he carelessly tugs the layers from Rick, allowing the other to do the same to him. Rick’s question SURPRISES him and unfortunately he’s feeling BOLD. Negan’s shirt is tugged off over his head, but his lips reconnect with Rick’s neck, breath hot over the shell of his ear before he speaks AGAIN.   “You may have me locked up down here, but I still fucking OWN you.” It’s a low chuckle, a VICTORY. There’s a darkness consuming each word, one he can’t hide. Roughly he SHOVES Rick down on the couch, a mighty SMIRK perched upon his lips, eyes heavy with lust as he undoes his jeans. “Someone’s got to.”