[RP for Ten and the Master]

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He should be happy. Should be over the moon, as it were. But of course their conversation had taken an uncomfortable turn, and the Doctor had breezed off. So very typical of him.

But he wasn't going to let that keep him from doing the things he wanted to do. And as it was fairly early in the morning, that was helping himself to coffee and danishes that he had personally seen the house elves set out




[ETA: NSFW!]

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"...." The Doctor paused at that, meeting the kisses with a sort of hurt reluctance to respond. Everything had been going so well, impossibly well, really. And he was too far gone to lose the drive to continue. But that pure pleasure, the bliss of the familiar union faded.

The guilt was rising back unbidden in his stomach and while he eventually kissed back, held the Master just as close, he didn't try to speak again.

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The Master was too absorbed in moment and his own needy grasp on it for it to register, too busy clinging to the moment to allow himself to acknowledge anything he might interpret as rejection. "Never," he mumbled between kisses, "Never want to go another day without you."

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That brought another smile to his face and he allowed himself to open his mind just a bit to absorb what the Master was experiencing, and perhaps forgets his own doubts for the time being. That did of course open up the possibility for the Master to catch a glimpse of his guilt and self consciousness, but the Doctor wasn't terribly worried. They were both just lost in the moment.

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The renewal of mental contact was largely unexpected but at the moment welcome, and the Master freely opened access to the physical sensations he felt, and the more immediate emotions. He'd shifted his thoughts to mere emotions and concepts; lousy for telepathic conversations, good for allowing an empathic bond without giving too much away. The impression of guilt was baffling, but something he could ponder later; the doubled physical sensations were demanding precedence.

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He allowed that demand to wash over everything else, focusing just on the physical sensations, the heat, the dull aches and the explosive bursts of pleasure.

Everything else that had been welling up sank back into the crevices of his mind to be dealt with later.

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Right now he couldn't have been coherent if he tried. And for the moment, there was nothing he needed to be coherent about. The simple emotions of delight, relief, and hope were shared now, without the intricate reasoning behind them. And the physical pleasure, the increasing urgency in his movements as his body began to demand release, well, the Doctor could feel that too.

No thinking allowed, not now.

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The Doctor was already close to the brink, momentarily deterred by the awkward exchanged, but now the two of them were moving past that in great strides.

His fingers dug deeper into the Master's skin as he communicated this urgency through their link, pushing down onto him with a groan.

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He might have made some sound; doubtless one of them were responsible for the hoarse gasps that occasionally resembled words and the intermittent whimpers. The Master had retreated past thinking of them as separate beings and let his awareness ride the sensations as his body operated on pure instinct. It was best for him that way, best to feel their climaxes trigger each other like linked charges without caring which fuse had run out first. And it really did feel like an explosion, a great pulse of rippling pleasure that raced down each neural pathway, leaving him calm and still with an absolutely ridiculous grin.

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There certainly were a great many sounds coming from the pair of them and the Doctor's voice was lost in the heavy breathing and low moans that filled the air between them. So many sounds, so many feelings that when he finally came, the Doctor's wasn't sure if the explosive climax reached was his own, the Master's, or both combined.

Either way, the overwhelming sensation of their minds as thoroughly entwined as their bodies were pushed the Doctor farther than he'd been in a long time. He remained aware of his surroundings just long enough to see the Master's beatific smile fade into darkness.

By the time the Master came down from that high he'd find himself looking down at the Doctor, fast asleep, still holding him.