I hear his breathing again.
The Doctor is thinking.The Doctor is hurting.The Doctor feels it.
The Doctor knows.
I feel him shift beside me.He gets up and swings one leg over, straddling me.When I try to push myself up onto my knees, he presses me back down, holding me gently but firmly against the mattress.
He isn’t crushing me, and he isn’t trying to dominate me.
He’s just desperately trying to have me.
Ah, Doctor.I knew I’d break you, but I didn’t expect you to break me first.
I feel his fingers again and then the heat of his cock working its way inside me.I breathe slowly as he eases just inside me.I tilt my hips towards him, his hand resting on my back, his breath hot against my skin before his lips, and then the Doctor slides in again, filling me with him.
“Oh God,” he pants against my back.He pauses for a few seconds, then pushes again.
The fullness.The warmth.The vibration of his body pressing into mine.His cock slides into me.
“Doctor…” I gasp, my cheek pressed to the mattress.
“Is everything okay?”he asks.
“More than okay.”
He plants his hands on either side of my chest and uses his feet to nudge my legs farther apart.Then he begins to thrust — slow at first, then harder.The pleasure is so intense, so deep.He feels so good inside me that I fear I’ll never forget it.
It moves, working its way into my body and mind.It reaches in to take, yet somehow only manages to give.
He pushes himself up, his hands gripping my shoulders to guide each thrust, driving deeper to take everything I have left, while my cock rubs painfully against the sheets, seeking relief.His chest presses against my back, his breath warm on my neck, his strength draining the last of mine.
I surrender, letting myself be crushed beneath him, because this is exactly what I want: to believe he will take without reservation, without restraint, without fear.
He slides a hand along my cheek, turning my face towards him before claiming my mouth in a kiss.Oh yes, the Doctor wants to hear my moans in him, to drink my every breath, and to know that he is making me enjoy every second of this.I will not take that pleasure from him.
Feel me, Doctor.Feel everything until there’s nothing left.
He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, pushing deep.One hand lifts me higher, holding me tight against him.
He wants closeness; he wants everything.
Fucking the Captain isn’t enough for him.
The Doctor wants me.
The Doctor wants Jamie.
He leaves my mouth and brings his lips to my ear.“Touch yourself.”His voice is a trail of fire down my spine.
I reach for my cock and squeeze it hard in my hand.It doesn’t take much; the situation is already at breaking point, and I’m on the verge of coming with just a few more thrusts.I move my hand over my cock as the Doctor sinks into me repeatedly.The rhythm quickens; his breathing does too.He is about to explode, and I am about to burst into a million tiny, useless pieces.
“Fuck… Fuck…” A few more frantic movements, and then the Doctor stiffens; I hear him let out a long moan that dovetails with mine as I come in my hand.
He doesn’t slump over, crush me, or simply bask in post-coital bliss.
The Doctor gives his all to the end, even when he doesn’t have to.
He kisses slowly down my spine, his warm lips tracing each vertebra as his heavy breathing and the heat he radiates wash over me — his sweetness the worst of it all.
