For one, the human, it is because of a need to connect, to be accepted. He is like everyone around him, but he's not properly part of them. And of all of them, the only one he truly wishes would accept him has, until this moment, never even given him a chance.
For the other, the Time Lord, it is most likely about vanity. After all, this is the ultimate playout of vanity, as the body he's touching and the person he's kissing is---for all intents and purposes---himself.
There is desperation there, in the way that the Time Lord pulls the human to him, and then pushes him to the floor. He grips his hands around the human's wrists and pushes them into the sharp grating. It is a power play, of sorts.
If the human were a companion or even a loved one, then he might be taken to a bedroom or some sort of a soft place. Instead, he is not given anything from the Time Lord, the Time Lord simply takes. Takes emotion, takes sexuality, takes takes takes until the human is winded and has nothing.
It is, perhaps, an embodiment of the Time Lord's own self-loathing.
He does not kiss correctly. It's all tooth and tongue, not any emotion besides need. He licks the other man's neck, tasting human sweat and pheromone. The human tangles his hands in the Time Lord's hair and pulls him back for another kiss. They grind and move together, but there is no rhythm. The human moves too fast, the Time Lord is too hesitant.
The Time Lord digs his nails into the side of the human as he moves over him and the human cries out. The noise is somewhere between ecstasy and pain.
But that is what they have between them. And that is all they have.
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Date: 2009-03-17 11:53 pm (UTC)For the other, the Time Lord, it is most likely about vanity. After all, this is the ultimate playout of vanity, as the body he's touching and the person he's kissing is---for all intents and purposes---himself.
There is desperation there, in the way that the Time Lord pulls the human to him, and then pushes him to the floor. He grips his hands around the human's wrists and pushes them into the sharp grating. It is a power play, of sorts.
If the human were a companion or even a loved one, then he might be taken to a bedroom or some sort of a soft place. Instead, he is not given anything from the Time Lord, the Time Lord simply takes. Takes emotion, takes sexuality, takes takes takes until the human is winded and has nothing.
It is, perhaps, an embodiment of the Time Lord's own self-loathing.
He does not kiss correctly. It's all tooth and tongue, not any emotion besides need. He licks the other man's neck, tasting human sweat and pheromone. The human tangles his hands in the Time Lord's hair and pulls him back for another kiss. They grind and move together, but there is no rhythm. The human moves too fast, the Time Lord is too hesitant.
The Time Lord digs his nails into the side of the human as he moves over him and the human cries out. The noise is somewhere between ecstasy and pain.
But that is what they have between them. And that is all they have.