track-three-master:

Hopefully not.  I’m getting a little tired of Earth food.  Unless…do you think they have Jelly Babies here?

Jelly babies! Yes, brilliant!! They must have them here!

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If our dinner goes well tonight and I don’t end up trying to put you in a cage again, I might be inclined to tug and pull on your hair myself.

You and cages, tsk tsk, maybe one day I’ll understand.

Yes, see! It’s something that everyone seems to enjoy, it’s hard to deny.

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This regeneration’s hair has a mind of its own, Doctor, are you sure you want to keep it? I mean, I’m quite partial to it, but it looks like it could try and eat your head at any moment, and then where would you be?

I’ve been told quite a few times that it’s quite a temptation, my hair. Makes people want to run their fingers through it, maybe a little tug and pull. I’m very fond of that! 

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In between the glares and disapproving noises, it was a touch evident. Very well, dinner, just the two of us, on me, whatever you’d like to eat.  I shall pick you up at say…9? 

Seeing my old age makes me grumpy, what can I say? And 9 sounds brilliant! I’m pretty sure this hotel will serve us anything, I wonder if they only serve Earth food though…

I’m never regenerating again, and that’s that 

I’d rather keep the sideburns and the sexy hair, thank you very much.

Nobody ever lets me lick from the jar….

track-three-master:

Well maybe now that I’m trapped here and can’t run from you, I’m willing to rest and even offer you what you’ve been wanting for centuries.  Are you really going to deny yourself this chance?

Even before this hotel, I could never deny myself the chance. You know I’m not the type to just simply give up, especially on you. Maybe we can have dinner? It may not have been obvious or anything, but I did enjoy those dinners we had on the Valiant!

stress relief | the doctor & the master 

track-three-master:

The Master nods, hiding a smirk behind his glass when the Doctor admits his own ship kicked him out.  He takes another sip, not saying anything - there’s not really anything to say, he figures, the Doctor has always loved that ship a bit more than could be considered healthy but he figures she’ll let him back in after a bit of time.

If the Doctor expects him to sputter over the admission that he’s not wearing any knickers, he’s sorely mistaken.  Instead, the Master just quirks an eyebrow and sets his drink aside.  “Really, now, Doctor, that’s not quite what I would expect from such an upstanding citizen such as yourself.”  He stands and crowds closer to the Doc-to Theta, invading the other Time Lord’s personal space without care. 

The Doctor knows that the TARDIS was going to let him back inside, one way or another, she needed him. Maybe it was just another one of the hotel’s tricks, because normally he really wouldn’t have gotten this upset. At least the vodka quickly doing it’s job, Theta’s head felt nice and fuzzy, and he could feel his lips tingling a little. 

“Oh I’m hardly an upstanding citizen anymore… Master,” he murmurs with a small grin. He feels his breath hitch when the other Time Lord crowds closer, his fingers still holding onto the rim of his glass.

When I woke up this morning — I didn’t know I’d be strapped to this bloody chair! 

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John tried to arch into every touch but was completely immobile. It was frustrating as all hell… until Theta slammed into him fast and hard. John keened and cried, his need making him almost unimaginably desperate. His head fell forward, eyes clenched shut as he took a pounding of a lifetime.

He had just settled into the new, harder rhythm when his thighs started being spread. Apparently the straps listened to the Doctor now. He couldn’t bring himself to complain or even care because suddenly Theta was hitting his prostate repeatedly. Any possible attempt at coherency fled him as his head snapped backwards, his eyes flew wide and his whole body trembled under the onslaught.

Theta noticed that things would eventually turn in his favor, and it seemed that waking up, bound to a chair certainly did have it’s benefits. The straps were keeping John just the way he wanted him, spread open and incoherent. No longer leaving room for gentle touches, Theta juts his hips harder, knowing that at least one or both of them were probably going to have bruises by the time this was over.

Savoring the sounds the other man was making, Theta grabs one of the straps, holding on. Making sure to keep hitting that spot, he sucks and bites down on his lower lip, his eyes darkened in his lust.