Even better. His ego needed such signs of clear complicity, proof that it didn't take mind control or threats to make this happen, and the Doctor hastily undressing was a wonderful demonstration. And it freed his hands to roam, to delight in the Doctor's skin under his touch, to stroke and scratch and pinch and caress. "So much to taste," he snickered, nudging the Doctor onto his back and straddling him. "All this skin." He gave the hollow of his throat a brief but especially sharp nip.
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Date: 2011-04-23 09:20 pm (UTC)