It was a fond enough chuckle to even the Master's ears; nothing to prompt a rage, not when he had the Doctor sprawled naked and urging him on.
"I didn't think you'd want me to be rough." Slowly he worked in two fingers, burying them deep within the Doctor, thrusting them slowly in promise of things to come. "Or do you?"
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"I didn't think you'd want me to be rough." Slowly he worked in two fingers, burying them deep within the Doctor, thrusting them slowly in promise of things to come. "Or do you?"