"Always," he admitted. Even when he didn't want it to.
But Jack's tongue against his elbow shot new waves of pleasure through the Doctor and he couldn't stop himself from crying out.
They were always holding back, weren't they? Well, the Doctor was, at least. The last time he'd let go with Jack was right before he was certain he would die. And he very nearly never let go again. Not until now, not until he was ready to be alive.
Strange, thinking that while they were like this. But it was true. Jack made him feel alive.
We wouldn't want you distracted, the Doctor thought. He traced his nails just above Jack's wrist, and then paired that with a mental image of tasting that time-infused skin. Could he also psychically toy with the nerves in his brain that felt pleasure from that touch? How would Jack react?
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But Jack's tongue against his elbow shot new waves of pleasure through the Doctor and he couldn't stop himself from crying out.
They were always holding back, weren't they? Well, the Doctor was, at least. The last time he'd let go with Jack was right before he was certain he would die. And he very nearly never let go again. Not until now, not until he was ready to be alive.
Strange, thinking that while they were like this. But it was true. Jack made him feel alive.
We wouldn't want you distracted, the Doctor thought. He traced his nails just above Jack's wrist, and then paired that with a mental image of tasting that time-infused skin. Could he also psychically toy with the nerves in his brain that felt pleasure from that touch? How would Jack react?
A good scientist would need to know.