Doctor Who, Master / Ten, "Say my name"
Title: Say my name
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten Doctor / Master
Party: 1 / 1
Rating: Red
Genre: Sentimental , Erotic
Alerts: Slash, what if
Word Count: 709
Notes: I do not know if I should just jump on it, I see these two very "hectic". For the series "want it all and I want it now." Written for the course P0rn Fest!
The doors of the TARDIS had just closed behind the two gentlemen of the time that the Doctor found himself thrown against a pillar, banging his head against it. With a grimace of pain on the Master looked up staring at him grinning.
"What ... can know that you? "
But even forgot the pain as his arms fell at his sides, and she found herself stare at the sight of the other intent on taking his black sweatshirt.
"What are you doing?" The Master
recorded with a smug grin tremor in her voice and soon was on him, diving on his mouth voraciously, choking all his protests with his own lips, playing with his tongue while pushing the pelvis against hers. Joy when the Doctor groaned into his mouth and realized it had to exercise considerable self-control to separate from him potergli enough to remove the dust coat and jacket. The Master however, remained out of breath when the other grabbed him by the neck and pulled him back on him if, immediately shoving his tongue in her mouth and fumbling with his pants until he could open them and let them fall to the ground. Panting, the Master was able to take off before putting his hand through his hair and go back to rubbing his pelvis against hers. Soon they found themselves on the ground, naked and engaged in kissing passionately and touch without any restraint. With a flash
Master reversed positions, rising above the doctor smiled, his lips red and teary eyes. A thousand thoughts went to the house in the mind of the Master and above him: he could scream, would hurt him, he could decide his pleasure. But the bad smile vanished from his face while gradually realized that what was really wanted. He grabbed her wrists
Doctor's sagging on him, ignoring the manner in which the other moved to the sides back on, ignoring the outstretched necks trying to kiss him.
A single breath in his ear, before moving to control his reaction.
"Say my name." Lust
slowly disappeared from the face of the Doctor as he was returning to fully recall the identity of the lover and that owing to its tried for years. Pursed lips, looking at it seriously.
Master felt the anger rise as you moved the white wrist of the other Time Lord and kept them in place with one hand slid between her legs, watching him carefully.
saw him groan as he rested his openness, but at the same time she saw him refuse to say that his name, that his damn name on his lips that would mean if your submission at least acceptance and perhaps even more. The
penetrated strongly, remembering all the times they had faced and fought, the doctor raised his silently beneath him, and while he felt the lash pleasure in itself, remembered when the doctor had taken away what he wanted, sending air his grand plans.
"Say my name!"
A request made in anger that the Doctor opened his mouth, not a word came out as he tried to return air. Blinded by rage, the Master continued to sink into him, the pleasure was mingled with anger and pain for what her doctor yet, his best friend and worst enemy refused him.
"Say ..." The push
slowed while the Master suddenly felt a tinge of remorse, with his free hand down between the legs of the Doctor, masturbation, trying to get it at the top. You feel like dying when, without saying a word, the Doctor smiled, turning his face away, moving her pelvis pushed against its calm.
let go of his wrists, stooping to kiss him on the chest. Suddenly his arms clasped around his lover's neck and, surprisingly, the Master found the Doctor hugged him tight, his head on her neck, her hair a sweaty tickle him against his jaw.
"Master ..."
With hearts full of joy, the Lord of the time, embraced her lover, hugging her and promising to make him repeat again and again. He wanted one but did not say his name, every time that the pleasure he took possession of him.
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