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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Daryl_Dixon/Shane_Walsh
  Character:
      Shane_Walsh, Daryl_Dixon
  Additional Tags:
      police_kink, Power_Play, Humiliation, dub-con, Ephebophilia, Daryl_is_17,
      Shane_is_mid_to_late_20s, Bribery, Ass_Play, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex,
      Handcuffs, Clothed_Sex
  Series:
      Part 1 of Lessons_in_Obedience_and_Humility
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-17 Words: 5865
****** Lessons in Obedience and Humility ******
by snazzelle
Summary
     Shane didn't know it the moment he laid his eyes on Daryl that this
     time was only going to be the first time of many.
     Kink prompt: A young Daryl puts out for Officer Walsh to keep himself
     and Merle out of trouble with the law, finding himself reluctantly
     enjoying being made the officer's bitch.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
It was late. It was late and Shane's eyes were burning from the lack of sleep,
but here he was, scouting a man's private property because he claimed to have
seen some hick with a crossbow meandering about and shooting out his game. He
had half the mind to ask him if he was sure he wasn't seeing things, but the
last time he asked that of the man, he'd gotten a shotgun aimed at his face and
dished out a teaching lesson in what not to do with a gun and a cop.
He didn't want a repeat of that.
So Shane's boots crunched over uneven terrain, one hand on his holster close to
his gun just in case he needed it. He could hear movement around him, but the
complaint allowed wild animals to roam around and Shane was certain those small
sounds were from rabbits or small deer. He sighed again, the officer mumbling
to himself about this not being the idea when he'd gone through the academy to
become a man of the law. But it was his duty, and he's going to do it, as much
as he'd rather take a nap in the cruiser than this.
He heard it again, those quiet shuffling, but this time it was accompanied by
the sound of something sharp and fast cutting through the air. The man said
there was someone in here with a crossbow and Shane was starting to think he
might not be wrong after all. Shane started in the direction of the noise, his
feet loud as he grew near. The sounds had stopped, everything. Even the small
snapping of twigs he heard before.
Shane looked up at the tree, just making out the fat squirrel pinned to the
trunk with an arrow. He sighed loudly and looked around. He pulled out his
flashlight, having not wanted to use it early in case he was too far to spot
the intruder and getting seen himself. Shane wanted to end this once and for
all. He swept the beam over the dense leafage, seeing nothing worth any
interest. He did it again slowly, studying places he figured a man his size
could hide behind, before turning around scoping out there.
That's when he heard it. It was seconds later, like the other was quiet as a
mouse. The person was natural born hunter by the sounds of it, quiet and almost
ignorable in the night. But Shane was looking for him, ears open and intent to
find him. He flashed back over and caught sight of a surprised face before the
man was bolting out the other direction, just catching the tail end of a red
handkerchief swaying out of his back pocket.
“Hey!” Shane growled and barreled after the intruder. He had to give him
credit, the other was fast on his feet, but Shane was eating up the distance
with his long legs and had the flashlight to aid him for anything he could
otherwise trip or fall on. The light must have been disorienting to the other
as Shane could hear him panting and releasing these surprised grunts when he
shouldered into tightly packed trees. There was a loud cry as the person
finally tripped and then he was scrambling away.
He wasn't as fast on his hands and knees as he was on his feet, and with his
crossbow in his arms, getting up was a challenge Shane could see from where he
was at. Shane jumped over the root the other must of tripped over and just as
the other was pushing himself up with the front of his crossbow, Shane was
grabbing him by his scruff and turning him around. He looked into a young and
rather sharp face, slitted eyes wide and young and fearful, his small mouth
parted to release these terrified, short little gasps.
“How old are you, man?” Shane blurted out, his own brown eyes wide in disbelief
as well. He expected someone older, maybe someone living on the other side of
the fence coming in to hunt game illegally. He didn't expect this broad
shouldered youth with his crossbow clutched to his chest like a barrier. His
face was smudged with dirt, blonde hair in disarray over his high forehead. As
the surprise bled out of him, the kid started to panic and try to shake himself
free.
“Woah, woah. Just a question. You know you're not supposed to be here?”
“Yeah? What of it?” Came the smart reply, much to his chagrin. He finally let
the crossbow drop and he scrabbled for the hand holding him tight by the back
of his neck. His muscled, skinny arms flexed as he grabbed at him, blue, nearly
transparent eyes defied him, and Shane couldn't even ignore the rather guilty
coiling of heat at the sight of someone so wild.
“I've been getting calls in because of you. You have any idea how many nights
I've come out lookin'?”
“Shouldn'a come out lookin', then.”
“You're a funny one.” Shane's voice grew dry. He pulled the other up and spun
him around, hands groping down fighting arms so he could pull them behind him.
The boy was quick and was still trying to escape him, so Shane pushed him up
against the nearest tree, one hand still pinning both wrists to his lower back
and leg pressing him tight against the unyielding force. “At least this is the
last night I'm going to be coming out here.”
The cuffs were slid on and Shane was backing up and reaching into a back pocket
for a wallet. The boy growled at him, and Shane considered him just a little
bit feral with the way he bared his teeth and snapped at him. “Jesus, kid. Calm
down.” Shane flipped open the wallet and pulled out an ID.
The other had gone quiet, breathing loudly through his nose as he remained
pinned. Shane understood why. “You sure as hell don't look 32.” He brought the
card out under the intruder's nose, close enough for him to see. “And I'm
guessing your name isn't Joseph Smith either. I'll take this.”
The boy didn't do so much as flinch as Shane pocketed it and tugged him away
from the tree. He remained unnervingly silent, his mouth pressed into a tight
line the whole way out of the forests. Shane had slid the other's crossbow over
his shoulder before they'd gone, and the glare he'd been shot nearly made him
snort. Nearly.
He practically shoved the kid into the back of his car and locked it before
knocking on the old man's door. When it opened and a bleary eyed elder squinted
up at him, Shane thrusted a thumb in the direction of the car and said, “Got
him. He ain't coming back to bother you anymore.”
“Good.” He gruffed and looked over Shane's shoulder. Recognition colored his
face and deep scowl was soon creeping into his features. “I know that boy.
Dixon's boy. Keep the trash ouffa my property.”
“Hey.” Shane felt offense for the boy. Dixon. He knew that name well, but he
had never known anything about the Dixons still having a teen in their
household. “You know his name, by any chance?”
“'Course not... Just-”
“Of course not.” Shane cut in and nodded in dismissal. “Let me just take the...
trash out of your way, why don't I?”
“Mm.” A grunt. “Good riddance.” The door shut and Shane rolled his eyes before
turning around.
“Not even gonna grace me with a thank you? Shit,” he grumbled to himself back
to the police car.
Shane didn't bother to say anything to the kid, just turned on the engine and
went. It was a long drive back to the station and most of it was probably going
to be spent in silence. He debated looking the kid up, but at the same time, he
kind of wanted to let it slide. Not a car has passed by, not a sound, not even
the quiet shifting from the other in the back for minutes until he heard the
boy sit up and lean forward.
“Don't take me in.”
Shane scoffed and looked over his shoulder for a second. “And why should I do
that? Why should I let go you go.”
“Bec- … just don't. I ain't causin' trouble there. He probably didn' even miss
the ones I shot.”
There was something in that boy's voice when he's asking for things that got
Shane thinking. He took one more look. Shane knew some dirty secrets rolling
around with some of his colleagues. A dark, coiling interest had always snaked
in his hindsight when he was told of instances where they took advantage of
their badge and gotten women to suck them off at the side of the road. Shane
had never given himself a chance to try, but this was Dixon's boy, and the kid
had this darkly tempting look about him, like he was carved by the devil
himself.
Shane stopped the car at the side of the road. He hadn't felt the urge to break
the rules since he was in high school, but here he was, balancing the line
between good and bad. It was a terrible abuse of authority, undoubtedly
illegal, but the blue eyes staring back at him in the rear view mirror was as
irresistible as any siren call. “Please.” The boy murmured, voice raspy and
forbidden. Its like his moral will snapped at the sound of him.
“What's your name, kid?”
“Wha- Daryl,” he answered. Something like trust appeared in his voice. “Please.
Officer, ya just gotta let me go. Ain't gonna do it again, learned my lesson-”
Shane jumped out of the car and pulled open Daryl's door, taking him out with a
rough tug. The boy stumbled out, tripping over his long legs and looking up at
him with hope, making those transparent orbs shimmer like disturbed water under
moonlight. A second had came and went, that angel on his right shoulder
shouting at him for falling so far, but the voice was snubbed out. All he could
hear was that boy begging him 'please'.
 
Shane circled him so that the boy was between him and the car. “Oh, I don't
think ya have, Daryl,” he tsked the teen teasingly. “Boys like you ain't got
the father figure they need to be good at the snap of my fingers. No, I think
I'll catch ya at it again. Can't make a good boy out of somethin' bred bad.” He
made a show of thinking through his options, almost smiling to himself as Dixon
fidgeted against the cool metal of the car. Shane already knew what he wanted,
but it was fun to see the younger man uneasy and vulnerable. More than it ever
should be. “Lets strike a deal.” He felt the body stiffen as he leaned his
weight over him, his own body just big enough to engulf Daryl's under his own.
Shane bit his lip at the quiet whimper Daryl released, his body so tightly
curled Shane could feel the little scared twitches in his frame, wide blue eyes
staring up at him in confusion. Shane let his hands fall to skinny hips,
pulling that body forward until he felt his thighs open to let him fit between.
“I'll let you walk if you do me a couple of favors.”
Daryl snarled at him, rearing up at him that Shane took the momentum to turn
Daryl around and slam him over the hood of his car. The boy thrashed underneath
him, looking over his shoulder and blue eyes shining wild under the moonlight.
“Get off me! You fuckin' pig! Shoulda- shoulda fuckin' known!”
“Guess so.” Shane laughed and leaned his weight over Daryl's rear, the body
tensing up all over again. Hands pin the other down on the car, heavy on wide
shoulders, and hips grind playfully against a bony ass.
Daryl gasped, the curve of his back arching further and whimpering as the
exposed skin of his stomach pressed into cold, unforgiving metal. His hands
ached as he curled them into fists, nails biting into his palms until he could
gain some form of control on himself. He tried to sound steady and confident as
he muttered, “I'll rat. I'll tell everybody. I'll ruin you.”
 “I'd like to see you try. Who do you think would believe you, anyway? Dixon,
you're last name is spat out by everyone when its mentioned.” Shane snorted. He
could give the kid kudos for trying. “Just give it up. Let me take your
virginity.”
“Fuck you! And the hell gives ya the idea that I'm a virgin?” Daryl growled and
fought in his cuffs.
“Please,” Shane scoffed. He had the pleasure of watching Dixon's face flush
dark red. Fingers find the edge of a ratty shirt, feeling underneath at the
taut, young skin he found there and rubbing over the hard bone of his hip. He
delighted in the tremble coursing through the body underneath him. “Deal's out
on the table. Promise I'll let ya go. No charges.” He paused, nuzzling behind a
pink ear, “Daddy don't got a hear a whisper of what a bad boy you've been.”
The boy was still for a bit, his breath coming in and out harshly. Then so
quietly, Shane almost missed it. “Ya promise? Yer gonna let me go if I...”
“Mmhm.” Shane shivered from the shy admission. He kissed the strong jaw before
turning the young man around and leaning into him again. He held the redneck
down with his weight, contact from shoulder to thighs, feeling each breath with
every rise and fall of a wide chest. The boy was a really pretty thing to look
at and he scanned the features now inches from his own face. A hand came up to
cup a cheek and Daryl flinched at the sudden touch to his face, a quiet whimper
breaking out as Shane's thumb swept over a dark beauty mark and then to thin,
perfect lips.
Shane was already getting hard just looking at him and feeling his heat and
solid body against his own. He lightly ground against him and released a
surprised huff at the indent of a growing hardness in the other's jeans. Shame
colored Daryl's cheeks and he refused to make eye contact with him as Shane
slotted their bodies even closer. He released a shaky grunt and dropped his
head, forehead planting on Shane's shoulder as he clumsily shifted his hips
back. He couldn't really do much else. “St- stop.”
“Oh. Are we breaking the deal right here? Because if you're not going to open
up for me, I can lock you up. Maybe then those legs will figure it out then.”
“N-no! I...” Daryl stuttered, face flushing red. “Just don't- don't-”
Shane snickered and pressed in even closer. Both hands now engulf thin hips,
helping the boy move against him as he rolled his hips forward. He tore a groan
out of the kid, reluctant and held tight in his throat Shane almost considered
it a whine. Shane couldn't blame him. His own sounds groaned out as he rubbed
against the hard dick in the other's jeans, the friction almost unbearably
torturous with so much layers between them. Teeth bite down on a pale neck
next, careful not to mark as he muttered, “Are you askin' me to be gentle?”
The kid did whine this time, and his whole body shuddered against him as he
continued to gnaw on the sensitive juncture between neck and shoulder. “Fuck
you,” he rasped.
Shane laughed. “That's the idea.” He reached behind him, groping at his ass and
urging those slim legs to part. “Now why don't you get comfortable in the back
seat and let me take care of you.”
“Ya gunna uncuff me?” Daryl asked hopefully.
“You wish.” Shane scoffed and simply had to slide Daryl into the back seat of
the car, tipping him over easily across the seats. The young man looked up at
him with wide, nervous eyes, his cheeks flushed under the light of the car.
He's prettier like this now.
Shane rubbed over his cock, feeling for himself over his khakis as he eyed his
prey. Daryl's eyes drifted down and he visibly swallowed, noticing his girth as
fingers closed around what he could. Lashes flutter and ocean irises shift
away, the young, masculine body shifting in what Shane perceived as impatience
with that worry. Daryl's legs move together and it made Shane huff and smirk,
amused and equally turned on by the kid's modesty.
He put a knee on the seat and Daryl slid back until he was propped up against
the other door. Shane stopped touching himself to see what exactly was his for
the taking. A thin, ratty old shirt was shoved up a pale and scarred chest,
skin otherwise smooth with a light scattering of hair. Daryl gasped when Shane
placed his hands down on him, scratching softly over skin and his dusky pink
nipples. “Sensitive?” He got an unwilling grunt for the question.
Shane tugged on his pants next, pulling them open rather easily. He pushed them
down Daryl's thighs, briefs rucking down with, and grinned at the bobbing
erection that sprung forth. “Christ, you're enjoying this.” The kid was just as
messed up as he was.
Daryl bit his lip, looking up at him under his arched brows, managing to take
another inch back away from Shane. He noticed those brown orbs drift down to
his mouth and it only made the younger man chew a little harder as nervousness
made his stomach swirl uncomfortably. His breath felt like it was somewhere up
near his neck as he made these little gasps for air. He recognized it as the
beginning of a panic attack, and he squeezed his hands until his nails bit into
his palms, hoping to ground himself. He didn't want to seem like a pussy, even
if he was going to be spreading his legs for this man.
He jumped when the officer cupped his jaw and thumbed at his lips. Daryl glared
under his bangs and tried to tear his face away, but it did him no good. Walsh
cooed at him and it grated on Daryl's nerves that the other decided to
patronize him now, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't help the crawling in
his stomach to settle. He gasped in surprise as the other parted his lips with
his thumb, mouth automatically opening to yell, but quieted as his thumb dove
inside and pressed down over his tongue. Daryl gagged, eyes watering as his
mouth salivated.
“See... what I should a' done... was let you suck my dick first.” Walsh gave
him a dirty little grin. His thumb toyed with the wet muscle, petting over it
and holding it place, feeling both powerful and excited as watery eyes glared
at up him and saliva drip from Daryl's open mouth. “I'm going to be regrettin'
not lettin' ya for days, but hey.” Taking his thumb away, he started to undo
the front of his pants.
“Just get it over with, pig...” Daryl gritted out. He just managed to keep his
eyes above Shane's torso.
“Hey, hey... can still deal a spankin', don't think I won't.”
Shane left his pants open as he started to unbotton his shirt with. Wouldn't do
to get that dirty as well. It was impossible not to grin as he noticed Daryl's
eyes start to drift downward and onto the tightly clinging white shirt he wore
underneath. He pulled up the edge of that shirt, and Daryl flushed red, looking
away with a huff at the sight of more skin. “You know, its okay to want
this...” Shane breathed playfully, and if the kid wasn't cuffed right now, he'd
be dragging the boy's hands down his body. Blue eyes flicker over to him,
looking at him with trepidation, the young body still flushed with his own
arousal, as much as Dixon would love to deny it. Shane hummed as he rested his
fingers right over the waist band of his briefs.
“Fine. Ya don't have to say anythin'. Gonna be screaming my name soon, anyway.”
Shane said confidently and finally exposed himself, sighing at the cool air
hitting the heated flesh of his cock. The organ stood erect and tall, beading
with precum already. Daryl's breath picked up again, Shane could hear it. He
wanted to hear more. “Name's Shane, by the way.”
“F-Fuck you.” Daryl spat and released a small cry as Shane grabbed him by the
crotch of his pants and bent him in half with it. His knees were up near his
ears, the car suddenly a hundred degrees hotter as the stronger body loomed
over him and felt his hard cock just drag over the crease of his inner thigh
and hip. He never felt anything like it and Daryl couldn't help the needy sob
he released at having this man so close.
“Mm. See, I want you to call me by name. But I'm fine with somethin' else.”
Shane used the pale, lightly haired thigh to grind against until the deeply
settled ache was held at bay once again. He delighted in the way Dixon trembled
and gasped at the action, continuing, “Could call me 'sir'. Cool with that.”
“In yer goddamned dreams,” Daryl hissed and spat.
Shane snickered and reached down between Daryl's legs, fingers lightly teasing
at the soft sac. He could see the way Daryl gritted his teeth this close up,
can almost hear the sounds he held stubbornly at bay. “Ah... that's right. You
need a nicer touch. Could call me 'daddy' if that would make you feel better.”
“Ya... ya do this often? You always been this motherless, corrupted son of a
bitch? Fucked teens in the back of yer car like this?”
The growling words made Shane pause. But then he shrugged and moved his fingers
from the soft skin of his balls to the furled hole underneath. He tickled his
finger around and Daryl couldn't help but to hitch his hips up as much as he
could at the sensation and gasp. His eyes widened and his mouth opened, still
shiny with the saliva Shane coaxed out. “No. You're my fall from grace, Dixon.”
“Ye're messed up.”
“I know I am. I know you are too.”
Daryl's back arched, his body straining painfully as he was still held in
position, thighs so close to his chest he felt he couldn't breathe as a finger
delved into his body dry. His muscles rejected, tightening up further and only
made it hurt worse as the blunt digit pushed its way in. It felt foreign,
weird, like it didn't belong there, but at the same time, the sudden pain
ignited something within Daryl and made sparks flash behind his eyelids. Made
him whimper and squirm as heat flooded into his face and torso. The finger was
pulling out only to the tip and then Shane was pushing it back in a little
quicker. Daryl moaned.
His cock twitched and a line of precum shot over his chest. Shane watched with
interest and then he was pulling the digit away. Daryl watched him with slitted
eyes, panting through his open mouth, and then holding breath when Shane sucked
on his finger, then two, the image so dirty to someone so as sexually innocent
as him he didn't know what to do. Shane got them wet, dripping, and Daryl had
an idea of where they were going to go. He felt ashamed at how his hole seemed
ready for it.
One slipped in and it was almost disappointing than when it had gone in dry.
His breath was still heavy, barely hidden though he was biting his upper lip
and closing his eyes and trying to concentrate. He squeezed around the digit,
telling himself he wanted it out. But then Shane was adding two, stretching his
ass with his thick fingers and the sting was back. It brought Daryl back with
it and his head flew back against the window as Shane thrusted the wet digits
in and out at a fast pace.
“Fuck! – Fu – More-” Daryl panted and upon hearing himself, he growled and
clenched his jaw, eyes blazing as he stared Shane into saying something,
anything, to piss him off. The fingers only slowed for a second, Shane huffing
in amusement with that infuriating grin on his face. He got up on his knees
above Daryl, hooked his fingers in and started to fuck him hard with it.
“Should beg more often, Dixon.”
“Please...”
“That's a good boy.”
Shane kept it up until he barely felt the resistance around his fingers. For a
virgin, the kid wanted this so badly, his ass practically sucking his fingers
in with every weak squeeze. Just as had the tips just resting within Dixon, he
spread them wide, humming and cock throbbing at the shiny, pink walls of his
ass, then sliding them back in with a third. “Bet ya can cum just like this,
can't you?” Daryl whimpered, neck arched so prettily as he pressed his face
against the cool glass, letting the other man penetrate his ass with his
fingers. “But you want somethin' more, don't you? Something else in this cunt."
At the shaky whine, the small shy nod of Daryl's head, Shane leaned down and
pressed his curling lips on the kid's crown. “Its comin'. I'm gonna give it to
you.”
Shane pulled his fingers out, shivering at the quiet sound of complaint leaving
Dixon's lips and at the fuck-drunk look in his eyes. When Shane let his legs
fall open around his hips, he could see how hard Daryl had gotten, the fleshy
tip nearly purple with the need to cum, his balls red and swollen. Shane spat
in his hand, but it wasn't going to be enough. Not even as he spread his pre-
ejaculate with his spit over his cock. Daryl was going to feel every inch
entering him, but with the way the boy reacted to the burning stretch, he
didn't think it would be a problem.
Shane moaned as he fisted himself, moving the clear liquid leaking from the tip
down his shaft as much as he could. With the other hand, he was tugging Daryl's
jeans down until they stopped around his boots, wanting to see every inch of
those flawless thighs. They're paler than the rest of him, red and easily
markable where his jeans held him tightly around his knees. Shane wanted to
suck marks between his thighs, bruise them up good with his lips the boy
couldn't close his legs for days, but he resisted. Another day.
Shane pushed those long legs up again, using his forearms like a bar over the
back of knobby knees to bend Daryl in half. The young man's long, hard cock
laid flat over his stomach, sliding over the wet mess he'd already leaked all
over himself. Daryl was too beautiful to not stare at, to not want to ruin. “Is
this what you want?” Shane teased and rubbed the head of his dick back and
forth over the twitching, gaping hole he coaxed open, loving the way Daryl bit
his lip whenever the fat head caught on the rim.
“Yes...”
“Yes, what?”
“S- Suh-” Daryl swallowed thickly, lips pursed before he gritted out, “Sir.”
Shane hummed happily, cock sliding in the crease until he got Daryl to repeat
himself between gasping pants, and then slid in slowly. Despite the thorough
prep, Daryl was so tight, the inside of his ass like a vice like grip around
his cock as he inched his way in. Hand still pushing Daryl's legs over his
chest, Shane used his other hand to cup the meager fat of his asscheek and
pinch him open further, watching him disappear into the boy's heat.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God...” Daryl moaned tightly, back arched out over his
tense arms behind his back, writhing until he was more laying down than sitting
up and sliding right onto Shane's lap. He cried out at the snap of Shane's
hips, burying every, thick inch of his cock into his hungry hole. He moaned at
the burn, at the feel of being so full with another man's dick- never would he
of imagined- so, so good and perfect Daryl could ignore for a moment that he
was practically letting a stranger deflower him in some no-name highway in the
back of his car. “Shane...”
“Christ. So you do listen.” Shane murmured, his breath so low and dark a shiver
coursed through Dixon's body. Shane licked his dry lips as he settled deep
inside the younger man, feeling his inner muscles flex and squeeze, greedily
pulling him in. Better than anyone he's ever been in, and mad with lust, Shane
couldn't help pumping his hips tight. He fell into Daryl's whimpers and cries
as his cock reached places his fingers couldn't, closed his eyes and just
surrounded himself in the feel of him and the vulnerable sounds he could make,
sounds no one had ever heard but himself. “You feel... so... good.” In. Out.
In. Daryl gasped for air, his walls clinging to his hard shaft enough that it
had to hurt.
There was some shifting. He had Daryl flat on his back and if Shane wasn't
careful, he'd definitely hit his head on the top of the car and fall right out
if he moved his foot the wrong way. Its strained the ache in his muscles were
good as he kept Daryl pinned under his body and impaled on his throbbing meat.
Daryl was flushed and his hair stuck to him in sweaty clumps over his eyes,
still ever so bright peaking through his lashes.
He didn't give Daryl a warning, simply pulled back until the rim caught on the
flared head of his cock and slammed back in. Daryl wailed and came alive
underneath, legs kicking out, but Shane was stronger, capable of holding his
body down. Shane fucked him deep and fast, brushing against his sweet spot that
his muscles closed around him tight, only to relax again when Shane changed up
the angle and kept him painfully on the edge.
“Please! Please, I’m so close...” Daryl sniveled and looking up at him, Shane
could see tears wetting the ends of those dark blonde bangs. Shane reached
between them, grabbing the hot erection and stroked him from root to tip.
“That's right, my boy. Get it all over yourself, that's what I wanna see...”
Shane said between heavy breaths, not once missing a beat. He jackhammered into
the open, grasping hole, abusing his prostate until Daryl's vision went black,
the breath knocked out of him he could only release these choked gasps of
Shane's name as he finally cums. Creamy, thick ejaculate shot across the dark
T-shirt, came so hard it got in Daryl's dark hair, over his lashes and flushed
cheeks, his open mouth. Shane took in one shuddering breath at the debauched
sight, feeling his own release right there within reach.
He grabbed the long legs, throwing them both over one shoulder and feel Daryl's
fuck-loose hole become tighter because of it. Shane panted for air as he kept
moving, covered by the worn out moans and whimpering sobs from the younger man
who clenched weakly around him, silently urging to finish. There's some
consciousness in Daryl's tear laden eyes, saliva slick lips still bitten
between his teeth, still perfectly all there for him to devastate.
Shane took his hand off Daryl's cock, the other hand holding his legs in place
over his shoulder as he ground his dick into his slack heat. Before his mind
could catch up with his actions, he was collection the cum off of Daryl's
cheeks and shoving two soiled fingers in his mouth. Daryl moaned and
instinctively sucked, lips puffing out around the digits Shane cursed and shut
his eyes. The officer groaned loudly, used the slick channel as he sought his
release, taking in perverse pleasure from the two greedy holes.
They both released sounds of pleasure as Shane emptied out within Daryl.
Shane's sighs of relief mingled with Daryl's noisy pants at being filled, a
sensation the younger had never felt before. His body went limp, legs hanging
over Shane's shoulder before the older was slipping them off, letting the kid
rest as he caught his own breath.
He pulled out slowly and then checked the damage. Daryl luckily didn't bleed,
but his asshole was swollen and open, wrecked. Within seconds Shane's cum was
seeping out and getting on the dark leather of his seats.
Shane scrunch his nose up at that and scooped it up with his fingers, sliding
it back into his ass with little care. “Clench up. Don't need a mess back
here.” His gruff tone must of snapped Daryl out of the haze he put him in, the
Dixon suddenly looking up through his messy bangs with that same, wild glare,
huffing through his nose as Shane felt around inside of him, grinning at the
dirty squelch of his fingers through cum.
Daryl growled carefully, “Get out of me.”
Shane did, and he was helping Daryl pull up his underwear and pants, doing them
up clinically and so unlike how he so attentively undressed him. Daryl watched
him the whole time, pulling himself up with his bound hands as Shane pulled out
some napkins and wiped up his face and did his best to get the semen out of his
hair. Then he covered himself back up with quick movements of his hands. Shane
was just rebuttoning his shirt when he said, “Yer... yer gonna honor the deal?”
Shane's gaze grew calculating. Then he nodded, lips curling up at the edges.
“I'll do even better. Take ya close to home. Remember, no one knows of this.”
Shane leaned in close, hesitantly hovered over the Dixon, and nearly laughed as
the boy reeled back and dropped his head. “Hey, ain't gonna hurt'cha.”
“Jus- just take me home.” Daryl said and shifted his eyes up at the officer.
Shane's stare was unnerving and he hated how the man looking down at his mouth
made him want a kiss after all of that.
“I'll do that, Daryl.” Shane said and was buckling Daryl in, murmuring to him
that he could take a nap, that he's safe with him. Daryl huffed at his words,
but as the drive grew long, looking into the rearview mirror, Shane saw how his
bright eyes started to drift close. With time the flush was gone from his pale
cheeks, the innocence back in his young face like Shane hadn't dirtied him with
his lust.
Shane didn't know it the moment he laid his eyes on him, but now with the taste
of Daryl still fresh on his tongue, he just knew that this time was going to
only be the first time of many. He promised himself, Another day...
End Notes
     I just want to apologize for this filth ene
     But alas, more smutty smut smut cx
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