Savior

Ending

As their skin brushed against each other's, shivers ran down Negan's spine, he wanted Rick more than anything right now.

After they had gotten back from dinner, Rick just about passed out, but he was still in and out of sleep, which Negan noticed. He had one arm wrapped around Rick's waist, rubbing a thumb against his stomach. Every time Rick happened to move, which was every few minutes, his ass brushed against Negan's dick, and after it happened a few times, Negan could feel himself growing hard.

Rick was fucking restless, and Negan just can't take it anymore with all this grinding he's doing against him. He started to wonder if maybe Rick is doing this on purpose, to fluster Negan as much as he can, since he knows how much Rick loves to do that.

"Rick," He whispered loudly, patting his hand against his stomach softly. He was surprised at how fast Rick responded, "Hm?" his voice wasn't the slightest bit groggy.

"Are you doin' this shit on purpose?" Negan's tone became a bit harsher, but in a frustrated way. "You keep grinding your ass against my dick and I can't take it."

Rick smirked to himself, luckily it's dark enough that Negan can't see him too clearly. "Maybe," Rick offered, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn't know. He was tired as hell, but also horny as hell; too horny to fall asleep.

"You motherfucker," Negan hissed softly, quickly flipping Rick on top of him. He easily straddled Negan's waist comfortably, grinning down at him. Negan groaned the second Rick brushed against his dick, knowing he was doing that on purpose too.

Rick reached over to one of the night stands, flicking up the light switch so they could see each other. The light wasn't too bright, it was perfect, glowing softly against each of them.

Negan's eyes darted down to Rick's crotch, finding his dick pressing against them, just about popping through the fabric.

"Fuck, baby. You coulda told me you wanted me, you know I get hard by just kissing you." Negan mentioned, hand slowly creeping forward to grab Rick's dick through his underwear. His hands trailed up to Rick's stomach, up to his chest, then back down his sides. "You're so goddamn pretty, Rick." Negan's throat felt tight, making his voice hoarse.

Rick couldn't help but blush. Negan watched with soft eyes as Rick's upper chest started to turn red, knowing he had flustered him.

Pulling Rick in by the back of his neck, Negan's lips met Rick's with an open kiss, tongue spilling into the smaller man's mouth. As they continued kissing, soft and slow, Negan grabbed Rick's ass, making him buck his hips. He groaned into Negan's mouth from the simple touch, almost feeling like he's overstimulated.

Soon enough, both of their boxers had come off and were thrown who knows where. Rick couldn't help but grind against Negan's dick, friction building between them. It didn't take him long to run out of breath, considering he couldn't stop moaning and had picked up the pace of his grinds.

"Shit," Rick hissed under his breath, soon followed by a deep groan. Negan watched how Rick's head fell back, making his neck accessible. His teeth were the first thing to touch Rick's soft skin, slowly sinking his teeth in gently, leaving a light red mark. If he could, he would mark up Rick's whole body; it was a sight he always fantasized about.

Still grinding against each other, Rick's pre-come had dripped onto Negan's dick, making their movement smoother. The knot in Rick's stomach began getting tighter, heading towards his climax.

"S-stop," Rick breathed, slowing down his pace. Negan immediately removed his mouth from the soft flesh, pushing Rick off of him a bit. "You ok?" He asked softly, grabbing for Rick's chin and tilting his head down towards him. Rick's eyes kept falling shut, like he was in and out of a haze, mouth drooped open.