[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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[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

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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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

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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[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"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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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

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.

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[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

God, the angle now that Jack's knees were up...bloody dragging him in, so deep that he could barely think or breathe or even move.

"Soon," he whispered, or breathed, essentially, forcing himself to pull out and then back in.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He pulled against the shirt, knowing it wouldn't do any good but trying anyhow so he could hold him, touch him, feel the way his back moved as he drove into Jack and made him cry out. "Yours, Doctor," he whispered as he pulled at him with his legs.

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[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"I know," the Doctor whispered back, panting now and arching a little, his teeth grit together. He was shivering, shuddering, just almost close...

And then he accidentally shifted angles, and that did it. He gasped, as if he were surprised, and cried out, coming hard with his head falling back, holding on tight.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He held on tighter with his legs, ankles locked behind his back as he held him close. Groaning, bucking with the force of it, his arms rock hard as he flexed against the restraint, he couldn't catch his breath as the heat flooded him and the pulsing against his hole make him ache for more.