Living in the present: for Chase (26 July)

[sortofaman]

The Doctor inhaled again, sharper this time (everything was clear to humans, and he loved it, loved the way his hearts raced without warning, loved the adrenaline rush). He opened his eyes further and looked at Chase. It was an invitation.

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[dr_robchase]

Chase caught the look, having to adjust in his sitting position because the sudden rush downwards was undeniable and he was breathing harder, the cloth moving lower now, back to his hips. "So uh..." he murmured, breathlessly.

[sortofaman]

"Yeah," the Doctor said, and looked at him, sitting up and pulling at Chase's shoulders to tug him down for a kiss, long and hard. It was, somewhat, reaffirming that this was his life, not any of that he'd seen. And that he was pleased with it. Very pleased, if his body was any indication.

[dr_robchase]

Chase exhaled through his nose, a long stream of an exhalation as he was kissed, not dropping the cloth, but instead stroking it over the Doctor's hips, again and again, avoiding the most sensitive areas on purpose. But that didn't stop him from pushing his clothed chest against the Doctor's, his own cock twitching as he became harder and harder.

[sortofaman]

The Doctor whispered something rather dirty in Italian, part of the continuing education bit for Chase, and moved against him, wriggling out of his boxers as they moved, slow and almost seductive. They didn't have to speak much to know what was going to happen, how they made each other feel. "Please."