[private party]

[more_flexible]

"Watch out, ladies and gentlemen, he Works Out," the Doctor said with a snort. "Causing a pileup down at the weight rack, it's Jack Harkness. Ninety kilos of pure muscle and sex."

Jack set the cake down and turned to catch the Doctor as he came through the door. "Pure sex...I like that."

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Jack cried out as he spread his legs and tightened around the invasion. Lips trembled as breath rushed out of him and every muscle in his arms flexed hard as he pulled against the shirt.

"More," he begged. "I need you."

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Glad he'd tied the shirt firmly, the Doctor pressed in, deeper, working past the tightness of muscle, though he ached to just push in with his cock and be done with it. "You look brilliant," he said, voice calm but slightly wavering, hips moving a little without thought.

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He tipped his head back, offering his throat all taut cords and tense muscle. His chest heaved up and down as he breathed harder, his ass grinding down to take him deeper, to feel more as he whimpered and bit his lip to keep from begging like a child.

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The Doctor revelled in it when Jack begged, bending down to nip at the muscles of his neck. He pulled back and slid another finger inside, still slow, wrist twisting slightly as he moved in.

"Knew I'd got you to fancy this," he whispered, teeth bared just a little.

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Jack moaned, driving himself down onto two, eyes rolling back as the burn subsided to pleasant pressure. "Ohh, Doctor...I...please," he whispered, hips rolling, making his whole body writhe. "I want you in me. Want to feel you. Please!" he cried out, his cock at attention, the end glistening with wetness.

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[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

That kind of begging...well, there wasn't a lot one could to do when faced with it. The Doctor bent down and slowly sucked the end of Jack's cock clean, fingers still in him. "Doesn't it bother you that you can't touch me, Jack?" he whispered, breath against wet skin.

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He struggled against the restraint again, arms bending and pulling and straining. "Wish I could hold you. You feel so good in my hands," he whispered. "But no...doesn't bother...I...I'm yours. All yours," he breathed, arms relaxing as he spread his legs and pressed up, seeking breath or lips or something more. "don'tstop," he pleaded quietly.

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He bent down again and slowly took all of Jack into his mouth, fingers crooking upwards inside him, and stayed there, sucking, for a few moments, before pulling back, both lips and fingers, to spit on his own cock.

"I want you," he whispered, pressing up against him, between his legs, but not in, with a long kiss that tasted of salt.

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Jack kissed him back, arching up into it, tongue seeking and stroking as he sighed conentedly. He was hungry for it, hungry for the taste of himself in the Doctor's mouth, desperate to feel him inside. Jack pulled his legs up, begging for more with just his body as he opened his eyes and watched the Doctor.

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So the Doctor let Jack taste, just for a moment, before pulling back and pressing in, careful enough, though his teeth were gritted together from the effort of not ruining this.

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Jack moaned and rocked up to meet him, breath coming in shuddering gasps. "Let go...see you want to...Doctor, please," he begged as he planted his feet on the bed and tipped his hips for easier access. "Fuck me how you want to."

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"Don't want to hurt you," the Doctor whispered, but he was already moving faster, hand reaching up into Jack's hair and one to his shoulder for leverage, thrusting deep. The way Jack drew his knees up...the angle changed and he moaned.

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"Don't want you to hurt me," he panted, arms straining hard agaisnt the shirt. "Want you...want you to have me. Make me yours. Feel you in me for days," he whimpered, ass canting up to meet every thrust.

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The way Jack's muscles moved as he pulled against the restraint was almost enough to get the Doctor off. He drove harder, hand digging into Jack's shoulder (the good one, not the hurt one) as he thrust, the drag of Jack's hole against him making him shake a little. "You already are mine," he whispered. "But you want me to mark you more?"

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"Yesss," he hissed, arching and bucking and trying to crane his neck enough to kiss anything within reach. The friction was driving him crazy, the angle, the force...but the idea of a lingering mark, Jack almost came just from the Doctor's voice.

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"You're already mine," the Doctor whispered, bending down and lifting Jack's head by his hair to kiss him, long and hard, sucking a little on his lower lip. He shifted angles once more, looking for the right one, and let go of Jack's hair to slowly clutch his cock instead.

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"Ohh!" he cried out, high and shrill. Air didn't seem to enter or leave him for a minute as he just groaned in his throat, pushing up, thrusting back, his whole body trying to find what felt best and not able to decide. Finally he gasped and as he exhaled he opened his eyes and agreed, "Yours."

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The Doctor held him closer, finding the right angle and thrusting for all he was worth, not angrily, but enough to ache both now and later on. His hand worked almost furiously, and he bent down to bite into Jack's chest. "Don't forget," he said, voice low.

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Jack had never really laid claim to anyone, and no one claimed him until the Time Agency...and now the Doctor. He'd taken him, lead him, loved him, and now, as his teeth sunk into his undefended chest while he drove deep into his body and made him cry out for more, Jack stopped struggling, stopped fighting it. He wanted to be wanted, and he had it. "I won't," he said as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

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"Love you," the Doctor whispered, pulling back. The pressure had been enough to bruise, but not break the skin, and he couldn't help but bend down to kiss Jack again, fingers tightening harder around his cock and pulling him taut, then slack.

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Jack whimpered and pleaded with every thrust for more, harder, deeper. The bite on his chest burned and throbbed in time with his heartbeat and all he could think was that the Doctor was telling the truth. He loved him, belonged to him...

"Love you...all yours...everything for you," he panted, suddenly thrusting sharper, faster, losing the rhythm and not caring in the least.

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The Doctor didn't care either, the pressure of Jack's ass thrusting down on him was good enough with or without a rhythm. He moved deeper, stroked faster, reacting to each movement. "Want you to come for me, if you're mine..."

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There was no if about it. Jack opened his eyes and focused on the Doctor, breath rasping faster and faster until it caught in his throat and he strained against the shirt. Without a sound, he opened his mouth wide, lips trembling as he came, pulling the Doctor deeper into him with each pulse.

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"Yes, Jack..." The Doctor inhaled deeply (the room, smelling of sex and Jack and strawberries) as he reached up to touch Jack's cheek. It was gentle in comparison to the way he was thrusting, deeper each time and working past the tightness of Jack's orgasm.

He moaned, quietly, the fact that Jack had made no sound as sexy as if he had.

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It only took another breath for him to regain his focus, and once he had he pulled both legs up and held onto the Doctor's thighs. The change in angle made him cry out, finally, and he turned his head to lay a kiss on the palm there. "Now you," he whispered, his breath hot and lips soft against the Doctor's hand.