Thomas loves that he talks through it. The feeling of his breath against his skin is enough to make him shiver, and he can't help but laugh. He basks in the thrilling feeling of how different this is from what he knows. This is fun, this is - light. There's no expectation, no strange sinking guilt or worry. Just the rush of air as he lets his trousers fall to the floor and a shiver at the feeling of exposure.
"Then don't stop," he encourages him. "We might as well..."
His own nerves settle as they touch each other, kiss, and his hands wander. And though it's perhaps a bit belated, it occurs to him it might be wonderful to actually feel Thomas' skin against his own. To really be able to stay close to him, without that cold skin always between them. Their own warmth, their own — anything they want now. So he shrugs out of what he's wearing, shifts a bit more to securely position himself over Thomas, and then leans in again, trailing kisses slowly down his stomach.
He does pause a moment, though, smiling a little, lifting his head momentarily. "Did you have something like this in mind...?" God, of course he did, it's the silliest question, but he feels a bit flush now, in a good way.
Thomas is thinking it, too. He'd spent so much of his time in Milton and Lakeside simply accepting that he would never get to touch anyone or hold anyone without a layer of clothing between them. He had to think of ways around the cold, even ensuring he always had hot tea if he wanted to share a kiss.
But now he has the Doctor here, with him, and there are no barriers between them. He strokes his fingers through the man's hair and sighs, fond and amused with no real irritation in his tone.
"You were doing so well, sir. And then you stopped and asked a question!"
"So you don't want me to —" He starts to ask another question, but now he's just being purposefully cheeky about it. And he sticks out his tongue a bit playfully, briefly, before he focuses again.
"Where I left off, yes?" He leans down, kissing his stomach again, smiling against his skin before he trails down to his inner thighs, and then at the same time, takes him in hand, just stroking the length of him at first.
It's almost silly, Thomas thinks, that he never really thought much about this moment except in the abstract. He had grown so used to the Doctor's affections for him that he really didn't question the intensity of them. But the manifestation of this, of something more physical? Thomas had put that out of his mind except in his dreams.
And now here he is, his hand around him, and he shudders to see it.
"Oh...you can certainly continue that," he says, breathless with delight.
This, at least, what he's turning over in his head, is very new for the Doctor. It's not the first or second or third or even hundredth type of touch that occurs to him when he loves someone, the way he really wants to love Thomas. In every way possible. But he's not completely oblivious, he just — isn't so terribly confident about what will be most wanted, what his next actions should be.
"Just this?" He asks now, still stroking him, pressing a kiss now to one of his knees. "Or — anything else?"
He shudders, lips parting, wanting to beg for more, to beg him to stop, to have anything but he's not sure what he wants. He just reaches down, digs his fingers into the Doctor's hair, raising his hips up against him.
What does he want? How can he possibly think of what he wants?
"Your mouth," he finally breathes out. "That's all I want."
Maybe he should have had some sort of witty retort, but all he can think about is this man and how happy he makes him.
"Hmm, well," he hums a little under his breath now. It's not the time for cheeky teasing, exactly, but he is...who he is, nonetheless, so it's always there a bit. But he does want this, he wants to show Thomas love and care to make up for all the ways he's not terribly good at it, he feels.
"That, I can give."
He stops teasing and delaying it and talking, and finally shifts his hands, his body, to take him into his mouth now, while just idly stroking a hand over his knee. He's not practiced or polished at it, but what he knows is on a scientific level, the way he runs through all the knowledge of nerve endings in the human body, what might feel most pleasurable as his mouth moves over Thomas, everything the motion of his tongue and mouth can do to give him pleasure.
Thomas doesn't mind inexperience, mostly because he is happy to guide. And fortunately, it doesn't take anything for him to reach down and tangle his fingers in his hair to set the pace. He lets him lead for the moment, lets the Doctor find his own rhythm while Thomas simply enjoys the sensation of his tongue around him. It really is one of his favorite uses of his mouth now.
"You will be the end of me, sir," he mutters, breathless as his fingers tangle in his hair. "And I will watch it happen to the very end."
It's very very difficult for him not to respond verbally to that, but it seems they've found something guaranteed to shut him up for once. Though, he does respond in his own way at least. There's a hum low in his throat, perhaps it says enough really.
He moves his hand to stroke him a bit at the same time his mouth also moves, and now he kisses down his shaft for a moment before he's taking him fully into his mouth again.
Thomas doesn't want to think about the stab of jealousy that hits when he wonders how the Doctor got so good at this. Or at least decent enough to make his toes curl. He knows he's long lived, immortal maybe, and so it isn't fair to be jealous.
But as he digs his fingers into the bed, he's so pleased to know that he has the Doctor all to himself here.
"Don't stop," he begs him. It's been so long and Thomas is so close...he doesn't want this feeling to end.
He absolutely will not stop. Not least because he's enjoying it just as much. He's traveled all across the universe with so many people for so many years, and he never tires of being delighted at watching them take it all in for the first time, seeing the majesty that's out there, the beauty, the joy, the pain, all of it. But there's something so different about this, about devoting himself and his attention and love to a singular person in this way, where he wants nothing more than to take care of Thomas and bring him pleasure like this over and over again. This isn't about the stars and planets and where to go next, what to see and do; this is just them — carnal pleasures, touching and being as close as they can be, and loving him in all the ways he can.
His hands braced on either side of him, he finds himself thrilled at the idea of tasting him fully, feeling the moment he lets go, and he's there — for all intents and purposes — to catch him.
Thomas doesn't shy away from letting himself go, from giving himself completely to this feeling that he hasn't had in so long.
It thrills him, too, of the possibility of having this man over and over again. That this isn't just a quick moment in the darkness, but after a few erratic movements, bringing himself to the edge and over, he knows he can reach for him with trembling fingers.
"Come here," he begs him, wanting to hold fast to him.
There is something so inexplicably thrilling about knowing he's done this to Thomas, done this for him, made him feel this way. Not only that — the knowledge they can have this over and over again. He can want him, need him, and reach out knowing he'll be here, that he won't leave.
There's only a moment where he needs to catch his own breath, but at Thomas encouraging, asking for him, the Doctor is quick to shift closer, to hold onto him in return.
"That's to repeat," he says, a bit cheeky, a bit breathless, looping an arm around him.
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"Then don't stop," he encourages him. "We might as well..."
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He does pause a moment, though, smiling a little, lifting his head momentarily. "Did you have something like this in mind...?" God, of course he did, it's the silliest question, but he feels a bit flush now, in a good way.
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But now he has the Doctor here, with him, and there are no barriers between them. He strokes his fingers through the man's hair and sighs, fond and amused with no real irritation in his tone.
"You were doing so well, sir. And then you stopped and asked a question!"
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"Where I left off, yes?" He leans down, kissing his stomach again, smiling against his skin before he trails down to his inner thighs, and then at the same time, takes him in hand, just stroking the length of him at first.
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And now here he is, his hand around him, and he shudders to see it.
"Oh...you can certainly continue that," he says, breathless with delight.
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"Just this?" He asks now, still stroking him, pressing a kiss now to one of his knees. "Or — anything else?"
What will feel good to Thomas? He wants to know.
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What does he want? How can he possibly think of what he wants?
"Your mouth," he finally breathes out. "That's all I want."
Maybe he should have had some sort of witty retort, but all he can think about is this man and how happy he makes him.
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"That, I can give."
He stops teasing and delaying it and talking, and finally shifts his hands, his body, to take him into his mouth now, while just idly stroking a hand over his knee. He's not practiced or polished at it, but what he knows is on a scientific level, the way he runs through all the knowledge of nerve endings in the human body, what might feel most pleasurable as his mouth moves over Thomas, everything the motion of his tongue and mouth can do to give him pleasure.
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"You will be the end of me, sir," he mutters, breathless as his fingers tangle in his hair. "And I will watch it happen to the very end."
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He moves his hand to stroke him a bit at the same time his mouth also moves, and now he kisses down his shaft for a moment before he's taking him fully into his mouth again.
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But as he digs his fingers into the bed, he's so pleased to know that he has the Doctor all to himself here.
"Don't stop," he begs him. It's been so long and Thomas is so close...he doesn't want this feeling to end.
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His hands braced on either side of him, he finds himself thrilled at the idea of tasting him fully, feeling the moment he lets go, and he's there — for all intents and purposes — to catch him.
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It thrills him, too, of the possibility of having this man over and over again. That this isn't just a quick moment in the darkness, but after a few erratic movements, bringing himself to the edge and over, he knows he can reach for him with trembling fingers.
"Come here," he begs him, wanting to hold fast to him.
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There's only a moment where he needs to catch his own breath, but at Thomas encouraging, asking for him, the Doctor is quick to shift closer, to hold onto him in return.
"That's to repeat," he says, a bit cheeky, a bit breathless, looping an arm around him.
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He might be in the body of a man not yet thirty, but he feels much older. Still, he's happy here in his arms. "But neither are you," he challenges.