"You said I could finish it off, before. All I did was take another bite." He smirked, easily noticing the signs that maybe he'd caught the Doctor off guard. The question was only a little surprising, not used to the Doctor talking about that stuff with him, much less at all.

"Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?" Jack let one of his hands rest against the Doctor's thigh, squeezing it gently. "Lately, it's been all the time. It's been a while for me, and having you so close to me has been driving me mad." Jack laughed softly. "What do you think I was thinking about when you barged in?" Without waiting for the Doctor to answer, he decided to divulge. "I was imagining your legs wrapped around my waist, and you screaming for me while I fucked you into this bed."