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I've had practise. I'm safe.

I've got the dildo, Doctor, and I'm sitting up over it on my knees. It's very hard to type with one hand, Doctor. Please hurry.

[ A few moments pass and he replies again. ]

Oh god it feels so good. It's deep... I'm barely able to hold onto it. Please let me fuck it.

No. But you could get out that blindfold and the handcuffs, so you can cover your eyes and cuff your hands to the headboard. Just waiting for me.

Your decision, obviously. Tell me yes and I'll be on my way, however long it might take me. No and I won't bother.

You are an evil man.

Yes. Yes, of course yes. Why would you think I would say no? I'm setting the phone down. Please don't leave me like this.

It wasn't until a bit over an hour that the familiar sound of the TARDIS could be heard in Jack's room, if a bit distant. A few minutes later and there was the Doctor's voice, apologizing to an empty room after having opened the wrong door.

"I'm terribly sorry. See, I'm looking for my friend, has anyone seen him?" A pause, before his clearly drunken mind caught up. "I reckon not, seeing as there's no one here. I'll just keep looking then, shall I? Who am I talking to..."

The last words were just mumbled to himself and he made his way further down the hallway, finally opening the right door.

"Jack! Hey! How are you?"

By this time, Jack was mostly asleep. His wrists hurt and by now the toy had slid out of him, and to top it off, he was cold and immensely frustrated. If his eyes hadn't been covered, they would have been glaring daggers at the Doctor.

He lay there with his wrists above his head and his jaw set, having been awoken by the sound of the TARDIS.

"Pissed off, really. God, I thought I was going to have some explaining to do in the morning. What the hell took you so long?!"

"Well, I took a detour. Not really on purpose, mind, but it just happened. I brought you a banana! Well. I ate it, but I thought of you." The Doctor climbed on the bed, staying out of reach for now, just in case Jack intended to kick him. "You know, flying a TARDIS isn't exactly rocket science. It's actually complicated." Since rocket science was child's play.

He slowly moved further up, picking up the dildo and inspecting it. "Oh, you are obedient." There might be a bit of sheepishness in his tone, even past the drunk drawl. "Still pissed at me?"

The thing in the Doctor's hand had regrettably dried by now, but still looked like it wanted to do its job. Jack was a little colder on the issue, and stared into the blackness in the Doctor's direction, letting his momentary silence speak for him.

"What do you think?"

"Well, dear, I'd go sleep on the couch but I had a hard enough time even finding the bed." Apparently the momentary sheepishness passed fast in the cloud of the Doctor's pleasant buzz. But at the very least he also reached for the lube and used some of it to slick the dildo again. That done he got on his knees between Jack's legs, running a cool and now also slick hand along his cock.

"I did hurry, you know?"

Jack's body jumped when the wet hand wrapped around him. He gasped a little. And even through his anger and frustration, he couldn't help himself but to blush. "You left me like that for.. god I don't even know what time it is anymore. Could be dawn for all I know."

The stopwatch lay next to him on the bed, paused and blinking at a minute and thirty seconds. See? He listens very well.

"You think you can make this up to me?"

"It's not dawn! It's only been an hour or so. Or maybe a day and an hour, I'm not quite sure on that one." The Doctor tightened his hand around Jack, figuring that moving it might be a good idea to distract from the anger.

"I'll make you forget all about waiting." With that grand statement he started stroking Jack, at the same time pushing the tip of the dildo inside him. "You've been very good, huh?"

Jack arched up into the Doctor's hand when he squeezed him, unable to keep the small groan from coming out. He really wanted to be mad, but the Doctor did come, however long it may have taken him. He really should have expected it.

And then he felt the toy pushing back up into him, and he cried out a little, not having quite expected it. His head dropped a little and he nodded, feeling somewhat ashamed for how his body was reacting to his teasing.

"Y-yes, Doctor... I've been.. nnh.. I've been good. I waited so long.. I didn't think you were going to come to me." He swallowed and lifted his hips some. "I shouldn't have doubted you."

"You think? I don't know, if I was you I'd never have trusted me enough to put on handcuffs I can't get out of in the first place."Alright, not the right conversation either, but the alcohol made his brain to mouth filter even worse than normal. He pushed the dildo in further, watching Jack's reactions while he swiped his thumb across the tip of his cock.

"But I did say I'd come. Probably should have let you come first, huh?" The Doctor smiled as he looked down at Jack. "Pretty. You're very pretty. Don't be mad."

The look on Jack's face said that yes, it would have been nice, but he decided to use his mouth to moan out softly instead. The chain between his cuffs clacked against the headboard when the rubbery cock was shoved further into him, and he arched against the motion.

Sure, he'd had sex earlier in the week, but it had been a while since he'd actually gotten fucked himself, and honestly, he'd missed the feeling-- even if it was with a vibrator. His own cock began to harden in the Doctor's hand, seeming to remember the frustration from before quite vividly.

"I can't stay mad at you... I knew you wouldn't leave me forever like that." Eventually, Ianto probably would have come to fish him out, though he'd have had some questions.

"More than I deserve." What exactly was more than the Doctor deserved he left open, because drunk he might be, but not quite thick enough to bring up the topic of him having abandoned Jack before. The situations were hardly comparable, after all. He did feel Jack's cock harden and in a spur of inspiration he reached for the cockring Jack had mentioned before, back in the sixteenth century.

Now he did a very quick job of slipping it on Jack's cock, making sure it sat snugly at the base. At the same time he gave the dildo a twist and once he had one hand free there was the tell-tale rustling of clothes being removed.

He hadn't expected to feel the cold metal ring around him, and indeed it had been some time since he wore it last, but feeling the pinch of it settling in was quickly dulled by the movement of the vibrator so suddenly inside him. He cried out and clenched his fists, the action leaving him shaking a little and leaving him to fully fill the ring around him.

He could hear the rustle of fabric from the Doctor, and he had to wonder what he was removing. Probably his long coat at the very least. No sense in getting something so nice dirty. He swallowed in anticipation, biting his lip and trying his hardest to be patient and wait and see what his Doctor had for him.

"You get quiet when you're aroused, hm? Interesting. I tend to get chatty. Well. Stay chatty, really, I suppose." While the Doctor proved that he had indeed shrugged out of his coat and thrown it toward to foot of the bed. However, he didn't stop there. Blazer and shirt still on, the tie he'd taken off quite a while ago, it just hung out of his pocket now. However, he did unfasten his trousers and as he put a hand on Jack's shoulder and closed the distance between them so he could kiss him, he also pushed the waistband down past his hips.

It was easy enough to pull out the dildo and then there was no warning or preparation whatsoever, the Doctor simply pushed inside Jack, evidently quite hard himself.

The Doctor's kiss felt like a breath of air he didn't know he needed. He dove into the kiss hard, groaning softly and leaning hard into his lips. He gave a sound of protest when the toy left him, but he found his fear of dissatisfaction leave him almost immediately when he felt something else push inside him instead. Given the Doctor's proximity to him, it wasn't hard to figure out what it was.

It hadn't been quite like he'd hoped their first time would be, but he would be ungrateful if he said he wasn't enjoying every second of it so far. His moan into the Doctor's mouth was hard, and he pulled once more against his cuffs, lamenting that he couldn't touch him and was subject completely to how the Doctor felt about fucking him.

Luckily for Jack, the Doctor was feeling quite passionate on the whole. His kiss tasted faintly of alcohol and banana and mostly of time, space and the stars, and he moved inside him as if he knew what he was doing, fast and deep and without pause. His eyes were open, because he was watching Jack's expression, even with the blindfold. He knew that he wasn't giving Jack all he wanted, not letting him see, not letting him touch, but that somehow made it easier. He wasn't the best at giving himself, after all.

"So what does it take for you to bed?"

Jack was completely focused on sensation and making up for what he couldn't see. He could hear the Doctor's breathing, even over his own moans that made him drop his head back and groan. Clearly, it hadn't been as long for the Doctor as it had been for Jack between their texts and his arrival. He liked to imagine that he'd been this hard in the closet.

"W-What?" The question confused him. He was asking this now? Wasn't it obvious? "I... I don't... Oh god, Doctor.." He was beginning to lose his ability to think straight. "S-smart... I like them smart..." Was that what he was getting at? Jack's preferences in partner?

"What... Oh, I meant beg. Not bed. I reckon I've got an idea on that one. But begging, I don't know." The Doctor pulled himself up, holding himself above Jack, only the very tip still inside him. His arms were trembling, but only ever so slightly. Of course, by this point he definitely felt a need as well, but desire was experienced a bit differently. His thinking definitely wasn't ceasing, not at the moment.

"I want to know, Jack: What would make you beg?"

How much had the Doctor been drinking? But Jack was a good soldier and would answer the questions he was asked. Although it would be difficult if he couldn't keep himself focused, and the Doctor's teasing was providing adequate distraction for him.

He whined. He couldn't help it, really. Going from a hard fuck to feeling almost empty? How cruel he was. Though after the stunt he pulled earlier, what was he supposed to expect?

"I... I don't... I don't beg easily." Though he was certainly close to it now. He swallowed. "You want me to beg for you?" Jack chuckled a little and clenched himself around the Doctor, trying in vain to ignore the ache in his stifled prick. "Want me to beg for your hard cock to fuck me stupid? Beg for your hot cum inside me?" He let out a groan and lolled his head back against the headboard. "I want it all."

"That's quite alright, Jack, I don't really like things done easily." The Doctor smiled and while his eyes might be just a bit dulled from how much he'd drunk, there was an undeniable wicked note to his smile that was sharp as a tack. His voice had been drawling just a bit, but that was gone when he spoke now, his tone ever so commanding. It better be, because his arms were starting to tremble and he wasn't sure how much longer he really wanted to hold back anymore.

"So beg."

Jack could hear the almost evil tone in the Doctor's voice, and it gave him a bit of a chill. He liked it when the Doctor told him what to do; it made him feel important and needed by him, and that was close enough to love to satisfy Jack. Whatever the Doctor was feeling was completely lost on Jack. He couldn't feel anything other than his own selfish need.

He swallowed.

"Doctor... Doctor please, I need you. I need to feel you inside me." If he was blushing, it was mostly through his own arousal. "I want nothing but you... I need you to fuck me, Doctor!"

"Wellllll, since you ask nicely." There was a chuckle with that sentence that might be the most sexually charged sound Jack had ever heard the Doctor make and then he did as he was begged to do, not without first pulling out completely again. But then there he was, moving inside Jack, watching his face as he thrust into him. He wanted it hard, so he could give him that.

His fingers ran along Jack's cock, remembering the cock ring there. No way Jack would be able to get off before he took that off, but he didn't think that far. He didn't think much at all for now, finally, not of anything but the movement and, finally, ultimately, the release with a shout that might have been a name or a word in a language long forgotten or maybe just a voiceless mess.

He collapsed on top of Jack, breathing against his cheek, still fondling his cock. This time what escaped him was a giggle, clearly still intoxicated. "Want that off?"

There was a moment of panic when the Doctor withdrew, but when Jack felt him push back inside, Jack dropped his head back and cried out, the chain of his cuffs rattling against the headboard with each thrust.

The Doctor's fingers against his swollen cock were almost painful to the touch, and yet, his hips jumped into the touch, begging for more, or some kind of release. God that ring hurt, but he couldn't say it wasn't doing its job. "Yes... Yes... Doctor, God, yes!" The way he pounded into him... the Doctor's appearance certainly belied his bodily strength, and the power behind each and every little movement filled Jack's belly with desire and need, and had his cock not been stifled, he more than likely would have come by now. Instead, all he could do was bite his lip and whine.

And finally, Jack could feel the Doctor's seed filling him up. It was cool, but still fulfilling to him and he let out a long moan, relishing the sensation while the Doctor finished and finally gave up his strength to fall onto Jack. He smiled, despite the discomfort the Doctor had put him through, and still was. "God, yes.... It hurts." He groaned softly. "Please?"

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