hh_mirror | [RP for Ten and the Master]

"Sorry... I wasn't either.... All right?" He cocked his head, his breathing beginning to settle.

"Startled, maybe." His breathing was settling as well, though, and his eyes were tracking his surroundings rather than blankly focusing inward. He reached up to stroke the Doctor's cheek, as much to confirm that they were separate beings as a fond gesture. "And I thought rolling around on the bed fully clothed like schoolboys was bringing up old memories." The grin was aiming for cocky, but came off more wistful.

He smiled, closing his eyes and letting his head rest against the Master's hand. "Perhaps we'd better slow down a little, yes?" The Doctor chuckled .

"Pleasant thought, isn't it? Of not needing to rush." He trailed his fingertips over the Doctor's face, gently tracing the curves and planes of it. "Of studying together again. The look on your face when it all comes together in your head... nothing can match that." Of course, that went for horrible realizations as well as intellectual discoveries, but horrible realizations were usually a bit short on the cuddling.

"You were always the patient one." The Doctor opened his eyes and kissed the Master's ear before flopping back and toeing off his shoes.

He couldn't help laughing at that, sincerely and thoroughly. It wasn't so much a matter of patience as it was working out bits and pieces to bring together in his next Big Plan. "When I have to be. Sometimes it even pays off."

The Doctor was much too busy enjoying his downtime with the master to worry about silly things like evil plans. Instead he smiled athe the ceiling and started to loosen his tie, absently.

All but the most abstract of evil plans were temporarily on hold, anyway. The shoe-removal hadn't really caught his interest, but the tie... oh yes. That could be the start of something delightful. He licked this lips and ran his index finger slowly down the Doctor's neck, stopping before his finger reached cloth.

Wondering how the Master always managed to find his weak points, the Doctor sighed and tilted his chin up to encourage the caress while he fumbled with the knot. He didn't bother removing int entirely before moving on to the blazer.

That little chin-tilt was encouraging indeed. On a visceral level it called up animal gestures of surrender, and by the time the analogy reached his conscious mind to be displaced the concept, his libido had seized hold of it and there was nothing to be done but to nuzzle that freely offered skin, to exhale against it, to mouth at it with damp and relaxed lips, and finally to nip sharply and soothe the slight toothmarks with little flickers of his tongue.

His breath caught in his throat as he bared it, hissing under the Master's touch. The Doctor shrugged out of the jacket before reaching out to slide his hands over the Master's sides, easily distracted as usual.

"Mn..."

Excellent, that was absolutely excellent. Still room for improvement, though, so he busied his hands undoing all those irritating buttons and snaps and zips that were the barrier between him and even more skin to lick and bite and suck.

More little noises escaped from the Doctor's mouth as he responded to the Master's touch. Once rid or the shirt and tie he pushed back again, pulling the other Time Lord closer, fingernails digging into his back.

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.

"Ah!" He gasped again, almost annoyed with himself at reacting like this was all new to him, but too involved to really care. He craned his neck again with a long groan before twisting his head round and moving to grab the Master hard by the hips. "What, you never noticed?"

"Oh, I'm well aware of the amount." The grab was a slight but welcome surprise, and provoked an abrupt jerk and an embarrassing whine; he wondered if the brief but powerful rapport had him reverting to the reflexes and responses of his far-younger self. Well, that would be just fine in bed, at least. As long as it didn't cloud his decision-making in other areas. "It's having it offered up that I'm savoring."

The Doctor chuckled hoarsely and started fussing over the Master's tie. He'd never let on just how much he really enjoyed hearing the other's voice during these times, how much hearing the master talk like that really turned him on. Wouldn't want him to get too ahead of himself.

"such a long time…" he breathed into theMaster's ear, nipping at it lightly.

Oh, his responses were truly to be savored. The Master's scant few intimate encounters with this Doctor's immediate predecessor were cherished memories, but they had been guarded, wary, not the mutual throw-caution-to-the-wind they were indulging themselves in now.

"I'm going to," he murmured, shivering happily at the press of teeth, "taste every bit of you. Find all the best places to put my mouth."

"Nnh..." He pulled the tie loose and tossed it aside with little effort. Controlling himself, and the sounds he was making, was becoming more and more difficult for him and the Master's last declarative statement certainly wasn't aiding him in that.

"All of them?" The Doctor tried again to sound like this wasn't all getting to him very, very quickly. "That could take some time."

"All of them." It took a bit of resolve to pull out of reach of the Doctor's mouth, but it was necessary, to begin his lazy downward progress, kissing and licking, biting and sucking, from neck and shoulders to his chest. He paused over one nipple to speak again. "Are you saying we don't have the time? Because I'm quite willing to make the investment."

Another groan and the Doctor's grip on the Master tightened. His hearts felt as though they were beating so much faster now that he was almost certain the Master could feel them under his lips. A hand sought out that short blond hair, fingers curling in it as he endeavored to speak.

"I'm in no particular hurry."

The dizzying flood of desire and triumph that filled him at the feeling of the Doctor's hand gripping his hair deserved a reward, and he took the waiting nipple into his mouth, working it gently with his lips before applying firm suction. He'd have other uses for his hands soon, but for now they wandered lightly, fingers tracing out the shapes of muscles, the paths of blood vessels, seeking out sensitive places.

At the time he'd though it impossible to endure any length of time experiencing the Master's pleasure as well as his own, thought that anything else would have been easier. However now, as the breath caught in his throat and his finger's tightened in the Master's hair, the Doctor was having his doubts.

With a soft keen, he tried to distract himself, reaching with his free hand to stutter at the buttons he'd neglected before. It was unfair, after all, that the Master should be so over dressed. The Doctor always had the worst time keeping still.

The Master snickered, squirming out of reach. "Are you trying to break my concentration? I'm sure some spots," he gave the other nipple a slow circling lick, "are more interesting to taste than others." He kissed the Doctor's bicep.

"But I suppose you do have a point." Sitting upright again (and doing a slow pelvic grind as he shifted his weight; it didn't take telepathy to feel how aroused the Doctor was), he unbuttoned his shirt. He didn't have the patience for a lazy striptease, but he did manage to get it off without tearing out the buttons.

The Doctor had to close his eyes a couple of times to force his arousal back under his control but the Master squirming ceaselessly on top of his erection was difficult to ignore.

His chest felt cold now in the wake of the hot lips which had graced it earlier.

"I always have a point you just don't- nngh... " The Doctor threw his head back again, gritting his teeth. This was going to drive him mad. He reached out again to touch the Master, to pull him down as he rose to meet him halfway.

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