neverwouldiever | Crosscountry

"Nah, I don't think so." The Doctor bopped the Master's nose and chuckled, his mood so quickly swinging back to a new high, because who could have helped it in face of the Master's cockiness, based on nothing as it was? He held his gaze when he reached down to wrap a hand around him again, this time tight right away, this time starting to move it in a steady rhythm, only slowly getting faster. "No, no worries. My stamina is doing wonderfully. We haven't even really started yet, have we?"

He lowered his other hand, just enough so he could flick a nipple and hopefully draw yet another new reaction from the Master. It was a game, but that only meant that he had to make sure they were both having fun. "Funny. Trust me, there will be a time when you'll have me pretty much completely on your mercy for a whole year, but you'll have no idea what to really do with me except for taunts, grandstanding and showing off a lot of cruelty that I'll end up undoing. None of this stuff. Seems like a waste, if you ask me."

Oh look who was suddenly cocky again? How confusing was the Doctor lately. It was such a headache to try and keep on top of what he was feeling and being at his mercy was making it twice as confusing. And yes, he was indeed at the Doctor's mercy. Entirely. He'd tried fighting, yelling and persuading so now? Giving up seemed like the plan. He could surrender if he had to. He just would prefer not to admit that he had. A little yelp escaped at the flick and he earned to slap the Doctor in return of that, even if his arms were held above his head and he currently didn't want the Doctor to stop anything. The pace was punishing and he wanted to be able to express his desire as loud as possible.

But then that'd be telling, wouldn't it? With a frown he tried to think through the thick foggy haze of arousal, finding it a little harder than he would of like. "What? I -- What?!"

Oh, yes, that yelp was certainly welcomed. To make up for the pain, even if he'd enjoyed the reaction, the Doctor leaned down to give that same nipple a quick lick, only to move over and actually bite down on the other. Well, he didn't want to become too predictable, even if he at least kept the stroking of the Master's cock nice and even. He loved how easily the Master appeared to be losing his train of thought due to pleasure, unable to focus on anything but whatever he did to him. Still, the question was asked and so the Doctor answered, maybe even against his better judgment.

"It happened. Trust me, I'd not have thought that up. A whole year and mostly you sulked over me not talking to you." Which, honestly, he didn't think he should be blamed for at all, given the circumstances.

Oh he was a cocky little shit tonight, wasn't he? Teasing, playing, biting. Why was he like this during some regenerations and others he was just a frosty bastard who didn't want to play? It was very confusing. And the Doctor wondered why the Master had so many issues with him. Was it honestly that ambiguous? It was kind of obvious from where he was standing. Or rather kneeling. He tried his best to focus on the topic, he was getting little clues of his future here and he really wanted to know more.

What he didn't want was to lose track of what he was thinking and moan in pleasure. And that's exactly what happened. Hissing right afterwards, he bucked a little forward to try and get the Doctor to move a little faster, stubbornly annoyed and frustrated by all of this. "Why didn't you talk to me?" he finally managed, trying to keep on topic. "It's rude to ignore someone."

Crosscountry

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject