hh_mirror | [RP for Ten and the Master]

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.

He wasn't about to resist being reached for, and abandoned his more direct efforts for a hungry kiss. A glorious shudder rippled through him as their chests pressed together, and he reached down between them, undoing his trousers with one hand and groping the Doctor through his with the other.

"Mnnh!" The Doctor groaned into his mouth, pushing into the Master's hand involuntarily. He deepened the kiss, pressing into the touch on purpose this time, desperate to increase the friction.

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."

He stared up at the Master the mask of need and lust breaking just a moment to let through a genuine smile, one that was obviously pleased to know that this wasn't just a game. That the Master wanted him just as much.

"I don't want anything right now but you here with me. Whatever you want to do, whatever you need..... So long as it's here's with me."

Oh, that was just right, just the right combination of wonderful and aggravating. It didn't quite call for punishment, but certainly a bit of putting to the test. He didn't pull away, but he forced himself to lie still, forced himself to merely lay with the Doctor cradled in his arms. "If that's all you want," the Master murmured, "I can content myself quite well with this. There were a few interesting bits I was thinking of tasting next, of course, and I've been wanting to pin you down and ride you for simply ages, but if this is what you prefer..." And because he was observant enough to have noticed what was effective, he nuzzled the side of the Doctor's neck some more.

The Doctor blinked in surprise before his brow creased in annoyance and he rolled his eyes. "That's not what I mean and you know it." But of course the Master would have to be difficult. Fine let him play it that way.

With a great deal of effort the Doctor pulled away from the Master ,still lying under him but trying not to let the breath against his neck or the offer of what he's been waiting for since they sat down on the bed together.

"I know how much you like being in control, but if you want me to be more specific, than so should you."

He wriggled out from the embrace and forced his mouth against the Master's again, images of exactly how he saw things going washing over the other's mind.

The flood of impressions set him to trembling again, and he was frozen stock still by the force of them, all that wonderful desire, the wanting. He reveled in the kiss a while, trailing a hand down the Doctor's chest and belly before taking his cock in a firm grasp and stroking it slowly. "I'm a bit fixated right now, I think. So maybe I should simplify the question. Do you want me to suck you until you come, or just to make you slick enough to make it easier to lower myself onto you? Since you don't seem inclined to narrow it down further yet."

"Well if, we can't do both" , he made a show of rolling his eyes, an action whose effectiveness was lost somewhat when the hand around his cock drew another moan. "I suppose I'll just have to settle with the latter."

He smirked, breath coming short and broken, even as he continued speaking. "Unless what you wanted was just to hear me say how much I want you to fuck me right now."

Oh, those words were a better caress than any simple physical touch, and were enough to wring another moan from the Master as he squirmed down the length of the Doctor's torso again, leaving a trail of nips and kisses in his wake.

"I might think you were bragging about your stamina," he said, grinning, as he wriggled into place between the Doctor's legs, rubbing his cheek against the Doctor's cock before giving it a slow lick up the underside from base to tip. "But I could never get enough of you saying that. It would make a wonderful ringtone." Another firm lick, and he laughed. "Or I could see if I'm limber enough to..."

"Mm.. I might be." The Doctor laughed. He hissed again when the Master's tongue ran along the length of his erection and clenched one fist around the sheets as his toes curled. "Don't you dare- have you even got a phone?"

He was starting to feel a twinge of guilt in his stomach despite the immense physical pleasure. It felt a bit like he was being selfish, just letting the Master do all this for him and not helping at all. Not being the leader always caught him off guard.

"No one with a spine is that limber..."

"You don't watch much porn (http://www.squidge.org/minotaur/classic/Images/both01.jpg), do you? It's definitely possible. But it looks like a bit of a parlor trick to me. I think it's better to have some focus." And it was time to demonstrate that focus, holding the Doctor still with a firm grip on his shaft as he took him into his mouth. He didn't bother stifling a giggle at the Doctor's indignant reaction to the ringtone idea; that would only improve matters.

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