Image after image after image cycled through Jack's mind. Little snapshots of so many of his secret and private fantasies. He had much more than that in his mind, of course, and there was much more that had filled his dreams, but right now his mind had little other focus.
Image after image until it felt like a buzz inside his mind, a buzz that somehow aided the rather skilled way the Doctor's mouth was moving. Faster, building his body, heightening his senses, and flooding his system.
The hand on his hair gripped slightly. Gripped and released and then drifted down to press his fingers to the back of the Doctor's neck as though it was a pulse point.
He allowed the pleasure he felt to flood through the connection, and he hoped the Doctor could feel it just as strongly.
He couldn't hold back though, and he curled his toes as he tried to control himself. But with everything together, it was hard to stay concentrated.
"I can't keep--" he said, his own words cut off by another echoing moan and a curse (not even intentionally) spoken in one of those Gallifreyan translations.
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Date: 2010-03-31 04:27 am (UTC)Image after image until it felt like a buzz inside his mind, a buzz that somehow aided the rather skilled way the Doctor's mouth was moving. Faster, building his body, heightening his senses, and flooding his system.
The hand on his hair gripped slightly. Gripped and released and then drifted down to press his fingers to the back of the Doctor's neck as though it was a pulse point.
He allowed the pleasure he felt to flood through the connection, and he hoped the Doctor could feel it just as strongly.
He couldn't hold back though, and he curled his toes as he tried to control himself. But with everything together, it was hard to stay concentrated.
"I can't keep--" he said, his own words cut off by another echoing moan and a curse (not even intentionally) spoken in one of those Gallifreyan translations.