The Doctor didn't answer in words, his tongue bathing the backside of the head, flicking against sensitive nerves at the crease and under the ridge. He barely blinked, didn't look away.
"Oh...gods," he said, head falling back. He let go with one hand to cup his cheek, to feel his jaw working as he sucked, licked...devoured him like he'd been hungry for it for days. "Doctor," he started, hips beginning to buck faster.
Yes...this was what he wanted, wanted Jack to come for him so he could...so Jack was his again, so he knew it. His eyes darkened with something else and he drew down, deep again, wetting a finger to slide it back against his arse.
Jack cried out, his throat stretched and the sound high and raw. "Ohh, oh please," he begged as he bent at the knee just enough to open for him. "Doctor, please," he gasped, losing rhythm and thrusting harder, faster, not even trying to control the tightening, the rising heat. "So close please..."
So he thrust his finger in quickly, fast and deep, almost painfully, as he opened his throat for Jack to thrust. Once Jack was down his throat, he swallowed hard, lips tightening once more, barely letting him move as he crooked his finger.
He shuddered and gasped, unable to drive forward, not entirely able to grind back. 'Please' became a mantra as he tugged and bucked, short and sharp and tight, the slick heat of the back of his throat sending him over.
The only warning before he came was that hitch in his breath, the small whimper before he screamed the Doctor's name, arching back and trying to keep his legs under him.
God, he loved it when Jack begged, could get off on that alone it seemed, and he swallowed it all, fingers tightening on his hips (forgetting about the bruises) to hold him up, barely blinking as he watched.
His jaw quivered as he caught his breath, blinking rapidly to focus on him again. It took a moment before he smiled down at him, caressing his face. "Kiss me," he breathed. Then he licked his lips as he pulled out of those gorgeous lips. "Mark me," he asked, eyes begging him. "Please."
So the Doctor stood up, still barely blinking, and kissed him, cupping his jaw for just a moment before he pulled away and dragged his teeth in a slow scrape down Jack's neck. Just when he reached his shoulder, he bit down and in, kissing hard.
He wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. A hand cradled his head as he groaned again, pressing into it. "Yes," he hissed. "Mine...my Doctor."
His other hand moved down, cupping his ass and pulling him close, rolling his hips and pressing against the hardness concealed by the trousers. "Fuck me. I want you inside me," he begged.
"Then take my clothes off," the Doctor replied against the wet patch of bruised skin, his hands sliding against the small of Jack's back and hips grinding in desperately. "Help me, Jack..."
He didn't waste any time. The shirt came off and fell to the floor as he stepped back and started to undo the fly. His eyes burned and his mouth watered as Jack leaned in to kiss him again. "I love you," he said softly against his lips. "So much."
"Never," he replied, kisses falling against lips and cheeks, chin and throat. He pushed the jeans and pants down off the Doctor's hips so he could step out of them and laid back on the bed. "No matter what happens, I'll never stop."
God, by now he was hard enough that the ache almost made him hurt, made it so he could barely think straight. No wonder humans put so much stock in this. Reaching down, he slid his finger back against the slight wet still left on Jack's hole. "Do you have..."
He was reaching before the Doctor even asked. He'd kept the bottle close and handed it to him without ceremony. "Do you want a condom? I have those too," he said, his whole body straining to touch more.
"noitsokay," he managed to get out, though perhaps a condom would have slowed things down a little. Then again, if he didn't have control, who was he, anyway...
He slicked his fingers once more and slid two inside without warning, gasping at the warmth almost as if they were his cock. "Christ, Jack."
He spread his legs and pushed against him, reaching over his head to grasp the bedposts. His cock stood erect again, but his own need had slaked. All he wanted was filled...well and truly fucked.
"Please," he begged again as he strained to feel more. "Need it, slick or not. Fucking do it. Want me...take me," he whispered as he ground down on his fingers, writhing like a whore.
"Shh, gorgeous," the Doctor whispered, bending down to kiss his neck again, but he pulled his fingers away.
A few seconds later he was guiding his cock inside, using only the slickness left by his fingers. The friction made him ache, cry out, arching forward over Jack as he pushed in. "Yes, god yes."
It had been days...he didn't even know how many days. Not since the last time with the Doctor, that was certain. It ached, stretched him almost like the first time, and he sucked in a breath through gritted teeth trying to relax.
He could feel the ache, could feel Jack trembling as he tried to calm himself down. "Sweet Jack," he whispered against his skin, stroking his arm and weaving his fingers in his hair. He slowed to a stop once he reached the hilt, even though his cock was aching for more.
It took forever, or maybe just a few seconds, but he relaxed and wrapped a leg around the Doctor, tipping his ass to take him just a little deeper. "Gods, you feel so good," he whispered as he brought his arms down to hold him. "I miss you when you aren't right. here." he said, puctuating his words with a gentle roll of his hips, groaning at the drag against his hole, the nerves there vividly alive.
His breath caught sharply at the movement, slow as it was, and he moved up to bury his face in Jack's neck, hips starting to move in a slow sweet drag without his own volition. "I do love you," he whispered. "You...tell me you know."
"I know you do," he said softly. "I know you love me. The way you look. The way you touch. Jealous...want me," he gasped, pulling at him with his leg every time he pulled back. "You love...won't leave..."
It was harder to think, his head buzzing as a hundred images raced through his mind. The Doctor in the shower, on the stage, walking down the path, in his bed, in House's bed, tied down, cock so hard...
Jack cried out and bucked against him hard. "Fuck me," he growled.
The buck made him cry out again too, pull Jack's hair, desperate for something he just couldn't reach. So he moved faster, harder, drove in with sharp short gasps, shifting to reach every last inch that he could. His other hand moved down to hold his hip, cup the muscle underneath as his leg lifted so that he could pull himself deeper.
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Date: 2006-12-02 05:02 am (UTC)The only warning before he came was that hitch in his breath, the small whimper before he screamed the Doctor's name, arching back and trying to keep his legs under him.
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Date: 2006-12-02 05:04 am (UTC)Show me you love me...
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Date: 2006-12-02 05:21 am (UTC)His other hand moved down, cupping his ass and pulling him close, rolling his hips and pressing against the hardness concealed by the trousers. "Fuck me. I want you inside me," he begged.
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Date: 2006-12-02 05:56 am (UTC)And he did, wasn't certain why he'd doubted it. "Don't stop," he said, kissing him and then pulling back to tug him to the bed.
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Date: 2006-12-02 06:15 am (UTC)He slicked his fingers once more and slid two inside without warning, gasping at the warmth almost as if they were his cock. "Christ, Jack."
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Date: 2006-12-02 06:21 am (UTC)"Please," he begged again as he strained to feel more. "Need it, slick or not. Fucking do it. Want me...take me," he whispered as he ground down on his fingers, writhing like a whore.
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Date: 2006-12-02 06:29 am (UTC)A few seconds later he was guiding his cock inside, using only the slickness left by his fingers. The friction made him ache, cry out, arching forward over Jack as he pushed in. "Yes, god yes."
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Date: 2006-12-02 06:53 am (UTC)It was harder to think, his head buzzing as a hundred images raced through his mind. The Doctor in the shower, on the stage, walking down the path, in his bed, in House's bed, tied down, cock so hard...
Jack cried out and bucked against him hard. "Fuck me," he growled.
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