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He gripped the Doctor's shoulders as if his hands were bound in place, and had to force himself to stay in place when all he really wanted to do was rub shamelessly against the Doctor like... well, like a drunken student at the climax of an evening's schemes and games. So strange that all that was, in a way, true. "Convenient, then," he said, sounding rather more like a gasp than he'd meant it do, but the Doctor's breath on his ear had felt all kinds of right.