Doctor. The Doctor

There’s one tiny little gap in the universe left, just about to close, and it takes a lot of power to send this projection. I’m in orbit around a super nova. I’m burning up a sun just to say goodbye.

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His hand slid into the Doctor’s hair while he returned to his neck, kissing and biting. “I’ve got plenty more, if you’re wondering.”

He moaned at the feel of the neck kissing and biting, unable to help the reactions to the all to pleasant and arousing warmth of the other’s lips.

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He unbuttoned his shirt painfully slow, and slid it off with that excruciating patience. Then he climbed onto the Doctor, kicking his shoes off as if in an afterthought, and started kissing down his chest. Slow, slow, slow.

“Happy yet?”

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"I would choose, but this is all about you, dearest," he whispered, licking his lips. "It’s whatever you want—though I do hope you want me on top. Just sayin’."

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He kissed his jaw. “There’s a lot of things I feel like doing. You, for instance.”

Then he blushed. “Was that too much?”