The Doctor relaxed his wrist as Jack pinned it back. He trusted Jack, and there wasn't much else to it. He trusted Jack with his TARDIS, with his hearts, and with his name. Really, giving up his hands wasn't as hard as those.

He gasped, quietly, as Jack's mouth lowered to his collarbone and further. His mouth was warm against the Doctor's skin, like hot wax against hypersensitive nerves.

The Doctor let out a shaky breath. Just relax, he reminded himself. Stop thinking, just feel.

"Driving me mad," he said. "Is that all part of your plan?"