Perfect Disaster: Start Again
The Master felt as if his entire body was a live wire, humming with an insane amount of pleasure and pain at the same time. Everything that the Doctor was doing made him grow more and more tense until he felt as if he were about to burst. The Master tossed his head back in pleasure, a deep moan escaping his throat, and he squeezed the Doctor’s hand even tighter, his cock throbbing hotly. All thoughts were drowned out by the sound of the drums and the sounds of the noises the Doctor was making. He felt his second climax drawing closer and closer, biting his lip and panting the Doctor’s name.
The Doctor closed his eyes and entered the Master’s mind, without stopping or getting slower. He was just curious about how the drums felt to him in that second. He was so surprised to find that the Master was just as lost in the moment as he was, maybe even more. The drums were still there, beating heavily, but the Master’s thoughts were so filled of lust and pleasure and happiness, that it was drowning out the sound. He smiled, bending down to capture his lips into a long, passionate kiss. He kept the connection though. Being inside the Master while also being inside his thoughts felt better than anything else. It was the ultimate, most powerful kind of bounding. They were like one. “Come with me… Master…” he said, inside his mind, knowing that the Master would hear him.
“D-Doctor… uhgh, Doc-Doctor!” he hissed, his head tossing and his entire body shuddering as he came hard, feeling the Doctor come also. He clenched his eyes shut, biting his tongue until it bled, hissing out a random string of words in Gallifreyan, unable to think anymore. His thoughts were drowned out by a white light, a deep, guttural groan forcing its way up his throat. Then he fell slack, the Doctor still inside him in both senses of the word, panting heavily, very sore, very tired, but very pleasured. He wanted to express the ecstasy he was drowned in, but he found himself no longer able to speak.
The Doctor just stayed there for a while longer after he came, resting on top of the Master’s chest, caressing his neck with his fingers. His breath was hard and he felt as if he had just finished running for miles. His hearts were beating way too fast, his level of adrenaline was so high, he couldn’t believe how amazing he was feeling in that moment. He softly pulled out of the Master and slide on his side, making him turn around to face him. “On all the Gods…. Haha.” he said, starting to recover his breath and voice. “Was that as incredible to you as it was to me?” he asked, his hand softly brushing over the Master’s cheek.
Even after the Doctor had pulled out of him, the drums continued to grow even louder. He was exhausted, but would probably not going to be able to sleep even if he wanted to. And, despite the unending noise, which he’d hoped would go away after they had procreated, he felt fantastic. However, he still couldn’t speak…his whole body was shaking too badly. The spots across the Master’s vision refused to leave him, even as he stared at the Doctor. Shakily, he reached up a hand and trailed his fingers over the Doctor’s cheekbone. “Amazing,” he breathed, brushing back some of the hair from the Doctor’s forehead.
“The next time, you’ll have to start it.” the Doctor said, with a big smile on his face. He was still feeling breathless and tired and almost powerless, but the Master looked far more weak than him in that second. So innocent and vulnerable and all his. The Doctor could barely believe it to be true. All he knew it was that if it happened to be a dream, he just hoped he won’t wake up.
He placed his hand on the Master’s back, pushing him closer. They curled up into each other and the Doctor pushed the blanket over them. “You should sleep for a bit, I believe…. I will hold you until you wake up.” he said, before kissing his forehead and wrapping him in his arms.
The Master sighed, having finally caught his breath, nuzzling into the Doctor’s chest and draping an arm over the Doctor’s waist. He hummed a little at the Doctor’s statement, knowing that the Doctor was correct and that he should sleep. He was, quite frankly, exhausted, and very very sore. However, at the same time, he could not-his mind was still combating the drums, which were beating too loudly to even think of sleeping. They were the most painful they’d ever been, and it was ruining his euphoria. “Hmm…sleep,” he mumbled. “That sounds…” the Master stretched a little before curling up again, “really good right about now…”
