He went back, only because one of the Doctor's hands found his injured arm again, and he lost his concentration. He gave a grunt at the slight amount of pain, and then his back hitting the wall. It didn't grant the Doctor any control, not in the Master's mind, only the semblance of it.
He moved his hand to the back of his neck to keep their lips pressed together. He wanted the Doctor, everything that the Valeyard threatened to take from him. For a brief moment, a memory came to him in sharp clarity, of soft, breathless laughs and even softer lips of boys exploring all the things they knew they weren't supposed to.
The Master broke the kiss momentarily, fingers idly brushing over the back of the Doctor's neck as he took in the way he looked in this moment, and tucked the memory away safely. Once he might have banished the memory without a second thought, but this time, he kept it. This was just like those times when they were much younger, and different children.
But it was stolen, in quiet, dark moments, just as this was now.
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Date: 2011-12-21 03:32 pm (UTC)He moved his hand to the back of his neck to keep their lips pressed together. He wanted the Doctor, everything that the Valeyard threatened to take from him. For a brief moment, a memory came to him in sharp clarity, of soft, breathless laughs and even softer lips of boys exploring all the things they knew they weren't supposed to.
The Master broke the kiss momentarily, fingers idly brushing over the back of the Doctor's neck as he took in the way he looked in this moment, and tucked the memory away safely. Once he might have banished the memory without a second thought, but this time, he kept it. This was just like those times when they were much younger, and different children.
But it was stolen, in quiet, dark moments, just as this was now.