It was hot. Simmering, actually. The sun was already showing from the many morning clouds in the sky, setting everything glowing with warm, golden rays. It was a calm start to the day for the most part, Rick Grimes filling with warmth and comfort once he felt the heat from the sun forging its way through his partially opened curtains, a delicate beige colour but slightly sheer.
He wasn't sleeping though. Not at all.
Rick was splayed out across the soothing bedsheets underneath his naked back, plump lips parted and his skin beginning to brighten with a light layer of sweat as the source of his ongoing pleasure was nestled comfortably in the middle of his spread thighs, an incredible mouth doing indescribable things to his already aching, leaking erection.
Negan Smith was down below, doing simply fantastic things with his tongue and lips, eyes downcast and the sun was causing a light shadow from his long eyelashes across the top of his cheeks. His dark scratchy stubble was leaving tickling sensations all across Rick's sensitive thighs and he took in a breath, a mixture of a moan and a gasp as it repeated over and over. Negan was focused on the task, nothing but skill pulling through his movements the more he delivered, satisfied by the throbbing length in his mouth, pearly pre-cum coating his tongue.
Rick was moaning lowly in the early morning situation, basking in the vibrations and hot waves that were steadily coursing through his lower body, down his legs and curling in his toes. The thin, almost sheer sheets had been completely pulled off his figure earlier as Negan smirked, something glinting in his hazel eyes and with a headful of wild dark waves mussed from sleep, he descended onto Rick's nude body without hesitation.
Still partially asleep, Rick was instead digging his fingers into the sheets for traction, breaths becoming tighter and uneven the more Negan downed his sobbing length, suckling along the hardened flesh with saliva. It was too much and not enough at the same time — Negan was torturing him skillfully and Rick was on the verge of whimpering when he found himself being swallowed down completely.
"N… Negan." Rick whined, too late to care how desperate his voice had become. He got a low, rumbling chuckle in response to his wrecked voice, his facial hair sliding so tantalizing over the sensitive junction in the middle of his thigh and groin.
Chest working despite having fiery lungs, Rick finally looked down and felt his heart thumping at the sight of those rich dark eyes already flashing dangerously up at him, knowing a smirk would be on his lips if he weren't sucking the ever living life out of him. Negan slowly pulled back tauntingly, his tongue lapping out against the head and his lips gleaming with wetness.
"Yeah, baby? You want something?" Negan was proud of what he had done, smiling with white teeth as he gazed up at the heaving figure above him. He knew exactly what his now newly wed husband wanted, feeling his cock throbbing in his mouth the second he descended onto his beautiful naked form — nothing but toned muscle greeting him, but there was an unmistakable softness to other parts of his body. Negan kissed along the soft curls of pubic hair, purposely avoiding his begging length and Rick whined from the loss of contact.
"Please. Please, you know what I want." Rick clamored out with a huffed breath, his face stained a delicate shade of dark pink that Negan knew all too well. They had spent the previous night in an incredible luxury hotel that Negan had to convince him to let him buy after the wedding party was over and ever since then, he had Rick completely naked and welcomed in his arms once they locked themselves in the suite.
No interruptions, no phone calls — just the both of them. Together.
Neither man was willing to get out of the bed so Negan was making excellent use of his pliant husband, Rick now squirming around restlessly. He had taken Rick to bed so many hours ago and it lasted deep into the night, fucking into his beautiful body over and over until he had Rick screaming and crying out his name, having repeated orgasms until the both of them had no choice but to get some sort of sleep.
Now though, it was the next morning and Negan still wanted more. Going slow, he peppered gentle kisses and teasing bites along his tender thigh, watching with rapt attention as Rick sucked in a breath, arching delicately.
"What do I want, cowboy? Huh? Tell me." Negan purred lovingly, kissing along the cord of his thigh before stalling so he could give attention to the side, a few freckles and fit leg muscle greeting him. Grinning, Negan watched as Rick fumbled to answer him back and lifted both brows upwards, trying to think of what to say to that. He was so turned on, his erection bobbing needily but he also knew that his husband wasn't going to continue unless he gave him an answer.
Sucking in his lower lip, Rick heaved out a wanting replay, his own voice betraying him. "I want you inside of me, please."
Negan huffed, wet mouth pressed against his inner thigh, teasing him. "Again? After last night, I thought you'd be a little too sore for it, honey." Heated fingers from lying in bed all night slowly moved down below, ghosting over that hidden soft spot and Rick shuddered because while he did feel the effects of consummating their official marriage, he wasn't really sore. And whenever Negan seemed to get him going again, his body demanded more of it anyway.
Negan's fingers were rubbing against his soft skin gently, a ripple of igniting nerves flew throughout Rick at the sensation and he let out a keening whimper.
"Oh you do want it, huh?" Negan laughed against his skin, laying down another soft kiss before he rose back up so he could lay himself over Rick's figure. "I'll make a deal with you baby, we'll go nice and slow this morning since I know you're fucking aching for it but you've gotta do one thing for me, okay?"
Rick just stared into rich hazel eyes, the glaring sun only making the brown in them come alive with warm, golden undertones.
"You can have anything you want, Negan." Rick spoke with such conviction that Negan almost forgot they were in the middle of some mouth-watering foreplay, heart making a small leap at the amount of love and passion he heard in that thralling Georgia accent.
Negan ducked his head, mouth trailing along the sweet inner part of Rick's neck so he could kiss there lovingly. Rick's hands came up to gather in Negan's dark, wild hair, tugging the strands so they could instead connect with their mouths. A hot tongue dipping in his mouth and licking along the roof had Rick whining, wetness at the tip of his cock beginning to run down the side gently, needing some sort of stimulation. They remained in that position for a little longer, Negan slowly beginning to roll his hips upwards so his also pulsing erection was pressing right up against Rick's plump ass.
Rick moaned throughout the kiss as he slid his hands up the broad expanse of Negan's strong back, the hardened muscle there feeling like molten heat.
Negan's dark chest hair felt good against his, Rick loving the small scratching sensation it gave as it glided over his already sensitive skin. "Please." He managed in a throaty voice, Negan's body weight feeling like a protective shield on him but he needed more, he was feeling it deep inside that he wanted his husband to fuck into him like the world would end tomorrow. "Please Negan, give it to me. I need you, baby. I love you."
Negan cursed against those heavenly pimp lips, looking into his oceanic blue eyes. "Fuck, you've got me by the goddamn balls, Rick. I love it when you beg me for it, it drives me crazy."
"Please — " Rick found himself begging again, lifting his legs so he could wrap his thighs around the small of Negan's back, trying to keep him trapped against his own feverish body. "You asked me for one thing and I'll do it but I need you so badly. Last night wasn't enough, I want this all of the time, Negan."
Hearing those words sent a shock of pleasure and devotion to his chest and Negan didn't hesitate any longer. Shuffling around along the wrinkled bed sheets from how many times they went at it the night before, he grinned triumphantly when he found another condom packet and the bottle of lubricant that had gotten lost under the blankets. Rick watched him, eyes closing momentarily as he felt rustling sounds, most likely his husband moving around until he was seated properly on the bed.
"You can have anything you fucking want, baby." Negan sat back on his knees, watching with rapt attention as Rick's lightly heaving body continued to glow from a combination of the sun and the mouth that had been working him over expertly.
His nipples were pebbled into hardened peaks, the rosy pink skin of them just beginning to be loved up so Negan set aside the items in favor of kissing and licking along the erect flesh. It got him what he wanted, Rick gasped and was already arching his spine into the mouth raining licks and small bites down over his needy skin.
"Negan, Christ — " The words were so repeated but Negan didn't care about that at all, too wrapped up and drowsy over his husband's body. He sucked a pink nipple into his mouth one final time, lathering his wet tongue over the nub for what felt like an eternity before Rick had enough and pulled him off by gripping his hair and what a sight it was. His chest was rising while trying to take in air, skin gleaming with sweat and his abused nipple was puffy and damp.
Grinning at his work, Negan sent Rick a loving wink before reaching around for the condom package and lubricant again.
"You don't have to keep begging me, honey, I've got you, you know that." Negan vowed with passion, hands fumbling to get the bottle open before he poured some of the lubricant in his palms to warm it up beforehand. "But I meant what I said earlier, Rick. We'll take this nice and slow but you've gotta do one thing for me and I know you can handle it."
Smirking, he came closer so the both of them were touching foreheads, an intimate gesture Rick would never get tired of.
"You can't cum until I say you can, I want to work you over so fucking slow first because I want you whining and begging for me, darling. You can rub against me all you want but that's it, no touching yourself either. Can you do that? Hold off on touching this gorgeous dick for me?" Negan accentuated that by wrapping damp fingers around the thick length, drawing a stuttered mixture of a moan and gasp from Rick, who nodded in response.
"I can do that, Negan." Rick felt like he could with that confidence but Negan's wet hand running along his needing erection was already sending sparks of arousal through his legs, knowing he could cum from that if he were given more. But a second later, the hand was gone and the flats of Negan's palms were sliding under his ass, groping each cheek before he was parted and lifted up a tad bit more.
"Fuck, Rick." Negan mumbled, eyes focused on the beautiful figure before him, the muscle in his thighs relaxing as they were spread apart. "You're so sexy, do you know that? I know I've said it a million times but I can't believe you married me, of all people. I get to be spoiled by your pretty lips and your perfect ass every morning and every night."
Rick, knowing he should have been used to his many epithets by now, felt the flush spread down to his chest. He had never really given much thought to outside appearance, aside from the usual hygiene and maintenance, so Negan endlessly showering him in compliment after compliment left him feeling like he was floating.
Endless reverbs about how much he loved touching his curly hair, no matter the length, repeatedly praising how blue his eyes were or how plump and soft his mouth seemed to be whenever they kissed but especially noticeable after their first kiss. Rick would remember it for the rest of his life. They were both taking a walk along the rough sand beach in the middle of last year's summer, having a weekend visit at Sea Island, a beautiful seaside resort.
It was not only the first time they got to be alone together but Negan had leaned down in front of the shimmering ocean waves and pressed his lips against his. The relationship had only grown so much since then.
Rick spotted the glittering ring on Negan's hand as he lazily gave his erection a few strokes before he finally slipped his fingers down, beginning to rub against his soft pucker. Rick took in a breath, lashes fluttering and throat working when the warmed wetness from the lube spread around him almost delicately, almost like Negan was handling a fine china doll or something expensive. His middle finger slid inside of him then and Rick fought the urge to clamp down so soon, grateful for having such a considerate lover after the endless love-making that occurred the night before.
"Fuck, you take my fingers so well." Negan spoke in the middle of sliding his ring finger inside, licking his lower lip at the sight of pink glistening skin stretching around him evenly. He began pumping them in and out at a steady but firm enough pace so that the body below him would feel all of it and soon, Rick was whimpering for more and was shifting his hips to match in sync. He remembered that he couldn't touch himself so he did his best, breaths baited and tongue wetting his lips as he tried to focus on the fingers slowly but surely beginning to pry apart his needy, gripping inner walls.
Negan began praising him, like he always did. "You're doing so well baby, everything about you is so fucking perfect." Still, the fingers stretching him out did nothing to quell his growing desire and Rick was desperate to have something else inside of him instead.
But Negan didn't stop, he wouldn't, it just wasn't in his nature to remain quiet for so long. "If I could just live with my fingers inside of your sweet ass for the rest of my life, I absolutely would. I'd love to rent out a space between these perfect thighs of yours, baby, build a fucking house where I'd never leave. You've gotta let me fuck your thighs one day, I'd cum so hard when you're squeezing me tight — "
"Negan!" Rick interrupted him with a breathless laugh but the red dusting his cheeks could never be ignored. "You're embarrassing me, please, just get on with it already." He huffed out, neck tilting when Negan pressed the flat of his tongue along his Adam's apple, creating a trail of shining wetness as he dragged it to the sensitive inner part.
That in combination with the rough fingers slipping in and out of him made him feel lightheaded, pulse working and his throat tight.
Negan stifled a laugh against heated skin, his stubble scratching against Rick, just knowing that his face was a stunning shade of red. "Why would I want to do that? I like how much you blush whenever I tell you how badly I wanna fuck you, how much I love taking your cute ass apart so it's all nice and ready for my dick."
The tips of his fingers completed their search then, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves and Rick bolted with a sharp moan. His senses were overtaken then, clouding his ears and making every single little throb of fire go straight to his cock, pre-cum now steadily flowing from the head.
"There it is." Negan chimed with a soft smile, making sure to crook and angle his fingers so they were brushing against Rick's prostate eagerly.
Rick felt like he could collapse, every nerve, every nook and cranny of his body being brought to a heightened awareness of what his husband's fingers were doing. Negan finally relented in his onslaught, carefully removing his fingers and Rick let out a delicious sounding moan, his fingers tightening in Negan's hair to keep him close.
"Baby, you're a treasure. The things I wanna do to you, the things I wanna do to this ass." He lightly cuffed one cheek, smirking with his tongue caught between his white teeth. "I'd love to play with it nonstop, for days and days, until you can't stand it anymore and you're begging me to finally put my cock in you. You'd love that, wouldn't you? Want me to play with your tight hole while you try and cum against the bed?"
Rick huffed out a little impatiently, curls against his forehead as he flustered from the words.
"Shut up and make love to me. Please, baby. I need you." He made sure to stare into Negan's dark eyes in a certain manner, the blue in them somehow making him falter and stop with the teasing. They were an absolute weakness to Negan. "I love you but I love it more when you're inside me, you make me feel complete."
Negan crumbled at those words, dropping his head so he could lay a row of quick kisses across Rick's shoulder and neck, loving the little shy sounds he got in response. "Alright, okay. I've got you baby, you know this though."
Rick laid his head back against the pillow, eyes closing as Negan adjusted himself around the bed again so he was pressing up underneath his hips again. Opening the foil package, Negan licked the sweet flavored lube from the latex before rolling it onto himself. He layered a bit more of it onto the soft space between Rick's cheeks to avoid any pain before settling along his warm cleft.
Taking his hands into his, Negan kissed the back of them before he began pressing his slickened cock against his glistening pink hole, Rick's sharp intake of breath at the slow penetration not going unheard. It didn't sting after the previous night but the heavy, strong girth making its way through his tender insides left him reeling, Rick gasping and moaning so he could try and cling onto something, anything.
"Jesus Chris — " Negan grunted which was followed by a low moan, tongue wetting his bottom lip. "You feel so good, I can't believe you're still this tight after all the fun we had last night." What fun that was. Negan still felt the slight pain in his narrow hips whenever he tried to start a tender pace and Rick was probably throbbing from head to toe if his exhaustion was anything to read on.
"I'm gonna ride you slow and steady, baby. You just sit back and enjoy it while I enjoy the sight of you taking my dick like you were meant for it." Negan pressed his mouth along Rick's soft chest adoringly, eyes glinting with warmness before he did just what he said he was going to do. In and out, slow but so wonderfully filling that Rick was sure this would last an eternity.
Fingers intertwining, Negan lowered himself so they were chest to chest, mouths again reuniting. The kiss matched the reserved traction, open-mouthed and wet but delicate and pressing all the same. Rick slid his hands up Negan's hard back, moaning in absolute pleasure as his thighs lifted so he could cross his ankles together at the small of his back. Everything was intimate and Rick was basking in every second, panting and whining against the skin of Negan's shoulder for more and more.
"Fuck. I love you so much, do you even fucking know?" Negan rambled a little too enthusiastically, taking Rick's hand still wrapped within his so he could press a firm kiss against the sparkling diamond ring nestled there, a testament to the love between the both of them.
Rick wasn't complaining one bit, heart thumping and his body beginning to feel the flare from an approaching orgasm, not helped by his husband's agonizingly slow but perfect hip rolls. Turning to face him, Rick got out a shaky, breathless reply as their wet lips connected and tongue was eagerly involved. "I love you too, so much, I can't stand it. I love it when you fuck me, no one else can do it like you."
A tapered laugh left Negan's mouth, but the desire was gleaming in his eyes. "Yeah? I love hearing how much you love it, it makes me feel like I'm being a very good husband, which I know I am."
"S-shut up. Cocky bastard." Rick bit back but that ended when a long thrust inside of him had him startling out a loud cry, body lighting up. He had heard so many similar things the night before that they were forever ingrained in his clouded head.
"What was that, baby? Did you tell me to go slower?" Negan did just that with a mocking grin, Rick letting out a gasp of frustration once all movement ceased and he felt it on the inside, walls clenching. "Gonna keep telling me to shut up? I can do that but I guess you don't need me in here at all, either."
Slowly, Negan traitorously pulled all of the way out, nothing but the swollen head catching on the tightened ring of muscle.
Rick couldn't stop the desperate whine from tumbling out of him when he did that, blue eyes absolutely pleading as he looked up at his husband's face. "I'm sorry, please, don't stop. I - I'm so close."
He really was. The sex was slow, methodic, but that only further ignited the flame begging to burst free from the inside. He knew he could release if he was just given enough pressure.
Negan's tongue caught between his teeth as he smiled down at the heaving figure beneath him. "You are? You're gonna cum if I put it back in?" He wasn't taunting though, slipping his heavy length back inside without trouble and that had Rick gasping out a cry.
The movement started again and he felt all of it, Negan's hot breath against his mouth and neck, the way his thick erection moved through his aching insides flooding all of his senses.
Rick's moans and whines were music to Negan's ears. He sounded so perfect and he was over the moon that this was all for him and him only.
Rick's weeping length was pressed between both of their stomachs, his pre-cum rubbing through the dark hair on Negan as they continued to roll and meet each other's moves. Soon, it became too much and Rick could feel the sharp cry in his throat get stuck the second Negan lifted his ankles higher and that leeaway gave him the extra room to directly brush against his already sensitive prostate.
"Negan! Please, I'm — " Rick's words balled up, tongue heavy and Negan drowned in all of the reactions.
"You gonna cum? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" Negan watched as Rick's erection pressed against his lower stomach tightly, the previous wetness there having increased and now he was shining with his own fluids.
"Go on then, sweetheart. Fucking cum on my cock, I wanna feel your ass clenching around me tightly, wanna feel you lose your mind over the way I'm fucking you." Rick gasped out in pleasure, crying out his name and the words in combination with the slowed glides had his orgasm snapping like a tense wire. He spilled hotly against Negan's hard skin, painting him white and the force of his release left him shuddering.
Negan groaned from the sensation of Rick's muscles tightening around his cock and that was enough to push him towards his own release following afterwards. He buried his face into Rick's sweaty neck as he rode it out, filling him up with shallow momentum. Heaving for air, Negan kept himself from collapsing on top of Rick and instead looked down at him with a tired half-grin.
"I could stay here forever, Rick. Carve out a space right here and die a happy fucking man." Negan tapped Rick's damp hip lightly, and the mock-glare he got in return for that made him laugh hoarsely. "Alright, stay still for a second, baby. Don't wanna hurt you."
Rick still winced just a bit when he felt Negan cautiously removing himself. The small throb of pain was normal so he took a steep inhale and let his body relax, Negan's slick fingers now rubbing gently over the reddened area. "You're good, Rick? Want me to run you a bath?"
Sighing, Rick made an attempt to turn over onto his stomach but only made it half of the way. "I'm fine, really. I could use some coffee since you did a good job at waking me up. The fingers left him be before hands on his hips helped turn him onto his stomach, then he felt weight on him as Negan's hard chest met his shoulder blades. Lips pressed damp kisses underneath his ear and he nuzzled into the pillow, a drifting smile on his face.
"Then I'll get my beloved, fucking sexy, amazing husband with a sweet ass some coffee," Negan grinned as he lazily smacked a palm against a round cheek, Rick feeling the light hum of pain for a moment. "Stay here, okay? I'll be back in a few and then later on, we can continue where we left off. I'm gonna put you right back on your ass, baby."
Rick knew he meant it, turning his head so the two could meet for a lingering, wet kiss.
"Okay." He whispered, eyes closed as more small pecks danced over his nose and cheekbones.
"Alright. I'll be back, I fucking love you, Rick."
"I love you too, Negan. Don't take too long." Rick was already missing the heavy weight on his back and the feeling of those hands holding him down.