The Doctor moaned against Jack's mouth and moved his other arm away from its position above his head. He slipped that arm around his waist, pulling him even closer. This was what he wanted. This, this trust, all of this.

With the occupied hand, he traced small circles just on the outside of Jack's manipulator, grazing just millimeters away from the very sensitive skin there. He wanted Jack. His mind actually filled with the things he wanted to do, here in this bed. Which, considering how infrequently he fantasized about things that weren't travel or adventure, seemed like quite the experience. He wanted Jack and he wanted Jack to know just how much he did.

He moved his fingertips to Jack's temple and brushed his mind gently with his own. A request to share.