There was no way of predicting what the Doctor might do, Jack thought. And he loved that. He loved that whatever might come would be unexpected.
And he loved it too when the Doctor kissed him.
There was no game in that, and Jack could tell, and so there was no game in the way he responded. He didn't hold back to tease or draw things out. Because he had urges of his own, he had wants and desires, and right now they were all in him. And so he kissed him back putting his all into it, and admittedly, yes, perhaps showing off just a little.
At the same time, he touched a hand to the Doctor's chest, flat against the wet shirt, the dampness making the shape of his body beneath feel all the more apparent. And then those fingers shifted to hook around where the buttons held the fabric down, it spoke of intention more than action. He was quite content to kiss him.
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And he loved it too when the Doctor kissed him.
There was no game in that, and Jack could tell, and so there was no game in the way he responded. He didn't hold back to tease or draw things out. Because he had urges of his own, he had wants and desires, and right now they were all in him. And so he kissed him back putting his all into it, and admittedly, yes, perhaps showing off just a little.
At the same time, he touched a hand to the Doctor's chest, flat against the wet shirt, the dampness making the shape of his body beneath feel all the more apparent. And then those fingers shifted to hook around where the buttons held the fabric down, it spoke of intention more than action. He was quite content to kiss him.