It was awkward and clumsy, lying atop the Doctor and kissing him as if he'd suffocate without his breath and trying to finish stripping them both at the same time. He didn't bother trying to yank the frustrating garments down past their knees, but he could wait on the shins. The parts he was most interested in were bare. He was long past trying to fight back the groans and whimpers, although he was rather startled when he realized just how violently he was trembling, overpowered by the feeling of the Doctor, naked and wanting beneath him.

"I can't work on that tasting-all-over project if you keep demanding more kisses," he chuckled. "Was there something else you wanted? It matters, you see. Hearing you ask for it. I won't make you beg, but I..." Well, this was still about building trust. "I need to hear you telling me you want me."