And he did. Because he could now, he'd been given that grace, and he needed it more than just his body letting go. He released then, his grip on the sheets, and just let the sensations and the pleasure wash over him and overwhelm him until his body was quite literally shuddering in release.
He called out the Doctor's name (but not his name) on a long and loud moan (one that no doubt could be heard through walls), and as it washed over him he let out a gasping laugh. His body limpening, swimming with the after glow of the rush.
He wanted to speak, to praise him, but he found when he opened his mouth all he could do was breathe heavily. He thought he might sit up, look at him, but his body felt like jelly, and he could do little but stay there and let the waves wash as they did.
And in his mind, even then, all he could manage was: Doctor
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And he did. Because he could now, he'd been given that grace, and he needed it more than just his body letting go. He released then, his grip on the sheets, and just let the sensations and the pleasure wash over him and overwhelm him until his body was quite literally shuddering in release.
He called out the Doctor's name (but not his name) on a long and loud moan (one that no doubt could be heard through walls), and as it washed over him he let out a gasping laugh. His body limpening, swimming with the after glow of the rush.
He wanted to speak, to praise him, but he found when he opened his mouth all he could do was breathe heavily. He thought he might sit up, look at him, but his body felt like jelly, and he could do little but stay there and let the waves wash as they did.
And in his mind, even then, all he could manage was: Doctor