The Doctor had long since learned that some regenerations were more sensitive than others. Also that almost all of them seemed to have especially weak spots and given that he felt somewhere between just melting and wanton moaning at Jack's treatment of his neck, he was fairly sure he had an inkling what spot it might be for this one.
There was something close enough to a moan before he managed to bite down on his lip. He rolled to the side, away from the vicinity of Jack's all too talented mouth, but keeping his arms around him to not make him feel rejected. He just wanted to be able to think. "Gods..." Yeah, his focus was shot. "Starting to see your point about it being hot here. Now I could use more ice cream." But he was actively teasing here, as his grin and the way his tongue flicked out to wet his lips indicated.
God, if he could get just a recording of the Doctor making those sounds, he'd be set for the rest of his lonely nights. When the Doctor rolled off of him, Jack quickly followed, planting his arms on either side of his head. "You think so? I was just thinking that it wasn't hot enough." He dipped down to kiss him again, deep and slow, with his tongue slipping past the Doctor's lips to taste him. It seemed as though he was having trouble with overstimulation, and Jack certainly didn't want to make him lose his mind just yet, though he did gently begin rocking his hips against the Doctor's.
Kissing he could do. A lot of his kisses might have happened under life-threatening circumstances recently, but he was nonetheless good at it. There might be a certain innocence to his eagerness, kissing more like it was all still new and exciting, even leaning up on his elbows a little to deepen the kiss.
Now, the way Jack moved against him was another thing altogether, one he wasn't sure how he wanted to respond to. In the end he moved his legs apart, just enough, wondering how fast he'd regret that.
Out of his element. Definitely out of his element, enough for his voice to be out of breath when he broke away. "Tell me what's on your mind."
He wasn't quite sure how to read the Doctor's movements, but it was appreciated nevertheless. It was nice that he was getting so involved in the kissing, and while Jack certainly wanted to continue, the Doctor's earlier apprehension forced him to put on the brakes. Maybe just this would be okay. Maybe.
With the Doctor's new position, Jack had to adjust himself, wrapping one arm around the Doctor and keeping him near while the other hand braced himself on the mattress so he could grind his hips a little more steady against him.
It wasn't as if the Doctor wasn't familiar with the mechanics, it was definitely not as if he was a virgin. But his mind kept wandering, filled with guilt, of course, all too aware of the Master being on the TARDIS as well, of course, and wondering just what any of this would change.
"That's what you want, yeah? From me." It wasn't meant as an accusation or anything of the like, he was honestly asking, pulling away just enough to watch Jack's face. Of course, at the same time he moved a hand between them, using it to cup Jack through his trousers. "Like that?"
This change in the Doctor's behaviour wasn't exactly unwelcome, but given how apprehensive he'd been toward Jack's advances thus far, it was unexpected, certainly. When he broke the kiss, back bit his lip, trying to focus on what he was doing, but gasped when the Doctor's hand came between them.
"Y-yeah... Oh god yes I want that.." He swallowed, pushing into his hand instead. He wasn't sure exactly what the Doctor was planning on doing, but for the time being, he really didn't want him to stop. To continue encouraging this behaviour, Jack leaned forward to start kissing the Doctor's neck again. He did seem to have enjoyed that quite a lot.
Analyzing his own feelings on all of this... Well, he supposed that could wait for later. Or, more likely, be suppressed until he could move past it. Yeah, that sounded more like him. For now he watched Jack, the tip of his tongue just so peeking out between his lip. "So what do I do about that?"
It was a rhetoric question, because even as he asked his hand shifted, tightening a little, feeling Jack through the fabric. "You didn't finish before, did you?" He looked down as if there would be any telltale signs. Or maybe just because he wanted to look at Jack's body. "And you were really thinking about me? Bet you say that to all the boys."
The Doctor's touch felt like fire, and Jack so very, very cold. His touch warmed him and he groaned when those fingers tightened, Jack's own clenching the sheets to try to keep himself under control. It wasn't working very well, but he was hoping he could manage it somehow. Not likely.
"I've got plenty ideas of what to do about it.." He breathed heavy against the Doctor's neck and moved the hand on his back down to untuck his shirt. Jack actually blushed when the Doctor spoke next and felt his trousers grow a little tighter and more stifling.
He swallowed and nodded. "I was. I couldn't get the image of you with that damn ice cream out of my head." His hips gave an insistent lurch into his palm, and Jack, a groan. "Then one thought led to another and I was picturing what your face would look like when I fucked you." Jack gave a soft groan and shifted his head to begin tugging at the knot on the Doctor's tie with his teeth to begin loosening it. And partially to shut himself up before he rambled on too long.
There was a thought of telling Jack to keep his hands to himself, but before he could say that he thought about it and realized that if Jack listened to that it would mean he would stop touching him and he didn't want that. Conflicting, as a lot about this situation, but latest when he realized that apparently Jack could just use his teeth and hence not even need his hands to loosen his tie he decided it was a moot point and focused on opening his trousers, since they did seem to be getting awfully tight.
"What's so special about me and ice cream?" Aside from ice cream being delicious, he supposed. "But you have plenty of ideas, do you? Do share. I like ideas. More tend to come while you ramble on." Besides, there was definitely something to be said to the tone of Jack's voice now, mixed with the sounds he was making. Now, that was delicious.
"Not everyone.. nnh.. works like you do, Doctor.." He supposed he should have anticipated the Doctor opening his trousers, given the direction in which things were progressing. Still, there was a certain amount of relief that came with some of the tension being released, and he even seemed to relax a little.
"The way you treated it... You honestly don't know?" The tie had loosened some, so Jack pulled from it to kiss the Doctor's lips while his fingers finished untying it. "I kept imagining your tongue working my cock instead. Filling that rambling mouth with it." He chuckled a little, looking somewhat playful. "I always thought that if I had a night with you, that I'd spend most of it trying to figure out where to start." He nipped carefully at his lower lip. "Do I throw you on the bed, or push you against the wall? Do we kiss and fall to the floor? But the armchair is very comfortable, too..."
"Maybe they ought to. At least I never complain about boredom." For better and worse, given just how exciting his life tended to be, but at least there was that.
"And, no, why would I know that? It's ice cream, it's supposed to be licked. Not my fault you're a dirty bugger, is it?" But the Doctor wasn't complaining about the kiss, just smiling at Jack as he first pulled his trousers down just a little bit and then let go, both hands crossing under his head instead as he looked up at Jack with a decidedly cheeky expression, tongue out for just a moment to wet his lips and maybe feel where Jack had nipped and it tingled just so.
"So? Figure it out." Yeah, he was entertained by that thougt.
Jack felt a little confused when the Doctor let go of him and lay back. He wasn't sure really what he expected, but there was something about that smile. He looked more like he was.. waiting for something than pulling away. As it came to Jack, his face lit up as if he were a child on Christmas, and suddenly he couldn't stop himself from smiling.
He was excited, and without any delay, hastily began taking the Doctor's suit apart piece by piece and ducking down to kiss his neck again. He supposed the bed would have to be good enough for now. And there was potentially always time to try other things as well. "You're sure it's all right? Because once I start... I might not be able to stop myself..." He actually felt a little worried about it, wondering if he could have that level of self-control.
"If I'd want you to stop, Jack, I'd find a way to make you." Not that the Doctor sounded very much as if he wanted to stop anything, because there were lips on his neck that were really altogether too good at what they were doing and he couldn't even suppress a moan. So he didn't bother, just as he actually helped Jack with taking off his suit jacket and whatever else he wanted off. There was a certain nervousness that came with all this, but he could deal with that. He was used to nerves.
"Tell me what you're thinking. Doing. See, I like your rambling." He pulled Jack up so he could kiss him again. "It's inspiring."
Jack let the Doctor guide him into a kiss. He wanted more, to move fast, but now the Doctor was making him stop to think; something he wasn't used to doing much of in situations like this. Being human meant being guided by instinct and feelings. Deliberate thought seemed... odd. He helped the Doctor push off his jacket and shirt and let his hands run over his chest and shoulders before sliding down to his trousers to relieve him of those as well.
"You don't like the mystery?" He teased with a laugh. Maybe it wasn't just talking he was after, either. Jack kissed over to the Doctor's ear. "I'm thinking about how nice your moans sound and what you'll sound like when you've got my cock inside you." He kissed against his ear and just underneath it. "I'm wondering if I can get you to scream loud enough to piss off the Master."
"Gods, I'd hope not. If he cares, he'd interrupt." Not that the Doctor could be quite sure that he would care, but, well. It was easy enough to assume that it would bother him on some level, overly possessive as he was. "I love the mystery. Love not knowing things. But I want to hear you, too. I want to know what you want. And that it's me."
Half-naked already and, well, he definitely hadn't been that with someone else in quite a while. There was a startling amount of intimacy to it and just a few weeks ago he could never have imagined sharing it with Jack. But here he was, pulling Jack's head back with his fingers buried in his hair just so he could catch his eyes again. He'd never been good at romance, not really, and in a way it didn't help that Jack's idea of it didn't mesh up with his. But in other ways that made it easier. A different form of commitment.
There was something in the way that the Doctor commanded his attention that gave Jack a chill. Jack was a very orally-inclined lover, so being denied his main method of showing affection was somewhat disarming. He liked it, though. He caught the Doctor's eyes and nodded. "You are... It's always been you." Even when he wore a different face, it had been him. "I want you, Doctor. Oh god how I want you."
To show his level of enthusiasm, Jack took hold of the Doctor's trousers and his boxers and roughly tugged them down legs. "I want you in every way I can have you, and I have for so, so long, Doctor."
"How long?" Because he was ever-curious and because with Jack it was so hard to tell. The answer really wasn't that important right now, he reckoned that if he concentrated enough and managed not to get thrown off by the wrongness of it all he might be able to figure out his age. Right now there were rather obvious distraction and, well. All of a sudden enough nakedness to bring a blush to his face. He cleared his throat and shifted a little, only looking down himself for a moment. Down to shoes and socks.
"Well then." He bit down on his lower lip and worked through the embarrassment, a smirk back on his lips as he caught Jack's eyes. "So what next?"
God, was the Doctor really doing this? He couldn't help but to be embarrassed as he considered his question. "Since the London Blitz... It's been over a hundred years, Doctor. That's a long time for anyone to wait for anything." Now that he said it out loud, it actually sounded a little pathetic to him, and he hated that.
Jack swallowed hard and let his hands run up the Doctor's thighs and hips. He loved that cocky look on the Doctor's face and would do just about anything to have him keep it. "That depends on you. I don't want to put you off." He did, however, pull back a touch to give him a proper look-over, rather happy with what he was seeing. He bent down to kiss at the Doctor's collarbone and massage his thumbs into his hips. "We both know I'd be happy with anything, so the question comes from what you want."
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There was something close enough to a moan before he managed to bite down on his lip. He rolled to the side, away from the vicinity of Jack's all too talented mouth, but keeping his arms around him to not make him feel rejected. He just wanted to be able to think. "Gods..." Yeah, his focus was shot. "Starting to see your point about it being hot here. Now I could use more ice cream." But he was actively teasing here, as his grin and the way his tongue flicked out to wet his lips indicated.
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Now, the way Jack moved against him was another thing altogether, one he wasn't sure how he wanted to respond to. In the end he moved his legs apart, just enough, wondering how fast he'd regret that.
Out of his element. Definitely out of his element, enough for his voice to be out of breath when he broke away. "Tell me what's on your mind."
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With the Doctor's new position, Jack had to adjust himself, wrapping one arm around the Doctor and keeping him near while the other hand braced himself on the mattress so he could grind his hips a little more steady against him.
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"That's what you want, yeah? From me." It wasn't meant as an accusation or anything of the like, he was honestly asking, pulling away just enough to watch Jack's face. Of course, at the same time he moved a hand between them, using it to cup Jack through his trousers. "Like that?"
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"Y-yeah... Oh god yes I want that.." He swallowed, pushing into his hand instead. He wasn't sure exactly what the Doctor was planning on doing, but for the time being, he really didn't want him to stop. To continue encouraging this behaviour, Jack leaned forward to start kissing the Doctor's neck again. He did seem to have enjoyed that quite a lot.
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It was a rhetoric question, because even as he asked his hand shifted, tightening a little, feeling Jack through the fabric. "You didn't finish before, did you?" He looked down as if there would be any telltale signs. Or maybe just because he wanted to look at Jack's body. "And you were really thinking about me? Bet you say that to all the boys."
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"I've got plenty ideas of what to do about it.." He breathed heavy against the Doctor's neck and moved the hand on his back down to untuck his shirt. Jack actually blushed when the Doctor spoke next and felt his trousers grow a little tighter and more stifling.
He swallowed and nodded. "I was. I couldn't get the image of you with that damn ice cream out of my head." His hips gave an insistent lurch into his palm, and Jack, a groan. "Then one thought led to another and I was picturing what your face would look like when I fucked you." Jack gave a soft groan and shifted his head to begin tugging at the knot on the Doctor's tie with his teeth to begin loosening it. And partially to shut himself up before he rambled on too long.
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"What's so special about me and ice cream?" Aside from ice cream being delicious, he supposed. "But you have plenty of ideas, do you? Do share. I like ideas. More tend to come while you ramble on." Besides, there was definitely something to be said to the tone of Jack's voice now, mixed with the sounds he was making. Now, that was delicious.
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"The way you treated it... You honestly don't know?" The tie had loosened some, so Jack pulled from it to kiss the Doctor's lips while his fingers finished untying it. "I kept imagining your tongue working my cock instead. Filling that rambling mouth with it." He chuckled a little, looking somewhat playful. "I always thought that if I had a night with you, that I'd spend most of it trying to figure out where to start." He nipped carefully at his lower lip. "Do I throw you on the bed, or push you against the wall? Do we kiss and fall to the floor? But the armchair is very comfortable, too..."
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"And, no, why would I know that? It's ice cream, it's supposed to be licked. Not my fault you're a dirty bugger, is it?" But the Doctor wasn't complaining about the kiss, just smiling at Jack as he first pulled his trousers down just a little bit and then let go, both hands crossing under his head instead as he looked up at Jack with a decidedly cheeky expression, tongue out for just a moment to wet his lips and maybe feel where Jack had nipped and it tingled just so.
"So? Figure it out." Yeah, he was entertained by that thougt.
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He was excited, and without any delay, hastily began taking the Doctor's suit apart piece by piece and ducking down to kiss his neck again. He supposed the bed would have to be good enough for now. And there was potentially always time to try other things as well. "You're sure it's all right? Because once I start... I might not be able to stop myself..." He actually felt a little worried about it, wondering if he could have that level of self-control.
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"Tell me what you're thinking. Doing. See, I like your rambling." He pulled Jack up so he could kiss him again. "It's inspiring."
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"You don't like the mystery?" He teased with a laugh. Maybe it wasn't just talking he was after, either. Jack kissed over to the Doctor's ear. "I'm thinking about how nice your moans sound and what you'll sound like when you've got my cock inside you." He kissed against his ear and just underneath it. "I'm wondering if I can get you to scream loud enough to piss off the Master."
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Half-naked already and, well, he definitely hadn't been that with someone else in quite a while. There was a startling amount of intimacy to it and just a few weeks ago he could never have imagined sharing it with Jack. But here he was, pulling Jack's head back with his fingers buried in his hair just so he could catch his eyes again. He'd never been good at romance, not really, and in a way it didn't help that Jack's idea of it didn't mesh up with his. But in other ways that made it easier. A different form of commitment.
"Better be me."
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To show his level of enthusiasm, Jack took hold of the Doctor's trousers and his boxers and roughly tugged them down legs. "I want you in every way I can have you, and I have for so, so long, Doctor."
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"Well then." He bit down on his lower lip and worked through the embarrassment, a smirk back on his lips as he caught Jack's eyes. "So what next?"
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Jack swallowed hard and let his hands run up the Doctor's thighs and hips. He loved that cocky look on the Doctor's face and would do just about anything to have him keep it. "That depends on you. I don't want to put you off." He did, however, pull back a touch to give him a proper look-over, rather happy with what he was seeing. He bent down to kiss at the Doctor's collarbone and massage his thumbs into his hips. "We both know I'd be happy with anything, so the question comes from what you want."