Title: The Gentle Kind
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Brendan Block
Fandom: Doctor Who/Secret Smile
Rating: NC-17
Table: 50_smutlets
Prompt: 28, Gentle
Warning: past non-con.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Brendan Block, unfortunately. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor turned over in bed to raise his arms to Brendan, smiling as his boyfriend leaned over him for a steamy, heady kiss that took his breath away. He could feel Brendan's hands moving down his sides, soft fingertips stroking over his skin.

There had been a new gentleness to Brendan's lovemaking since that horrible time they'd spent with the Master, the Doctor thought as his eyelids fluttered closed. It could still be frenzied, but Brendan seemed to hold himself back more now.

He didn't want his lover to feel as though he had to hold back -- but the Doctor had to admit that he did like the new gentleness. Even though he knew that Brendan loved him, there had always been something that had seemed to be missing from their lovemaking in the past.

Brendan wasn't the kind of man who showed tenderness easily. The Doctor had known that from the very beginning; he hadn't expected Brendan to want to cuddle, or to whisper soft words of love into his ear after they'd made love. It wasn't Brendan's style.

But now .... he seemed to be much more open to that sort of thing. Maybe the encounter with the Master had made Brendan more receptive to his softer, more emotional side. And that outcome hadn't been a bad thing at all, at least not in the Doctor' eyes.

Of course he hadn't wanted his lover to go through such a horrific experience with the Master, the Doctor told himself sternly. That wasn't what he meant at all. But it was lovely to feel that Brendan was more in touch with his softer, more romantic feelings now.

He sighed softly as those gentle, caressing hands moved lower, one of them sliding between his legs to part his thighs. The Doctor spread his legs at his boyfriend's touch, wanting nothing more than to have those hands all over his body.

Brendan's long, cool fingers curled around his cock, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through the Time Lord's body. Any time his lover touched him, that pleasure was never far behind; Brendan's touch could unleash feelings that he hadn't known existed.

What was it about this man that could arouse him to such heights of desire? No one else's touch had ever been able to affect him in the way that Brendan's did; this man was perfectly matched to him in every way. They were not only lovers, but soul mates.

And this new gentleness in the way that Brendan touched him was even more arousing than the frenzied lovemaking they'd shared in the past. It reached deeper into his soul, touching him in ways that he'd never imagined, exploring feelings that they hadn't come close to before.

His hips bucked upwards as Brendan's fingers tightened around the head of his cock, pleasure coursing through him again. He could be perfectly happy if his boyfriend kept this up, stroking him with that cool hand, bending down to kiss him ....

The Doctor's arms encircled Brendan's neck, pulling the other man down for another lingering, heady kiss. No, he wouldn't be happy with just kissing and touching. He wanted more of Brendan than that -- but he didn't want the gentle touching to stop, either.

"I love you," he whispered, hoping that Brendan would repeat the words to him. He knew that his lover felt those words in his heart, but Brendan had never been the kind of man to toss them around arbitrarily. He only said them when he was in the throes of deep emotion.

Brendan whispered those same three words, his voice barely audible. But the Doctor heard him loud and clear; and he knew that those words came from the depths of his lover's heart and soul. Brendan wouldn't say those words unless he meant them with every fiber of his being.

They'd made love earlier in the night; he didn't need preparation. He was ready for Brendan, ready to take his boyfriend into his body, to surround the other man with a heat that would feel as though they were both melting from the inside.

But Brendan seemed insistent on making him wait, on touching and teasing him before the two of them were joined. The Doctor enjoyed that, but at the moment, he wanted -- no, needed -- more of his lover than he was being given.

"Love me, Brendan," the Doctor murmured, his dark, intense gaze meeting the other man's. "Make love to me. Make it last as long as you can, love. I want to feel you all over -- inside and out." He almost blushed as he said the words; he wasn't sure where they had come from.

"Your wish is my command," Brendan answered with a smile. The Doctor's breath caught in his throat at the expression on his lover's face; Brendan looked so sincere, so loving, almost beatific. He'd never seen that look on this man's face before.

It only took a moment for Brendan to slide both hands under the Doctor's ass and lift his hips slightly; within another few seconds, he was sliding inside the Time Lord, making them both moan with the intense pleasure that swept over each of their bodies.

How was it that this man could take him to such heights? the Doctor thought, his senses reeling as his arms tightened around Brendan's neck. No one else had ever been able to make him feel this way, as though he was completely fused with the person loving him.

Their loving was gentle at the same time that it was intense; each thrust of Brendan's hips was deep and slow, filling the Doctor completely, but the thrusts were measured, not frenzied. Brendan was taking his time, making sure that they were both caught up in their mutual pleasure.

The Doctor cried out his lover's name, tightening his long legs around Brendan's waist. He almost felt as though his body would implode with the pleasure he was feeling; never in his entire life had he thought this kind of sensation was possible.

Brendan's hands moved over his skin, caressing him with each thrust of those slim hips against his body. He was being filled over and over again, his own hips rocking against Brendan's, each movement drawing out the moment of ultimate pleasure for them both.

But such pleasure couldn't last forever; all too soon, the last wave of pleasure crested over the Doctor's senses, lifting him up to impossible heights and then lowering him into the safety of his lover's arms to float back to the ground, spent and sated.

In a haze of sensation, savoring the afterglow of their lovemaking, he dimly felt Brendan pulling out of him and rolling over onto his side to pull the Doctor into his arms. He curled into that embrace, closing his eyes and breathing in the slightly spicy tang of Brendan's skin.

"That was wonderful," the Doctor murmured, unable to think of any other words to describe what they'd just done. It had been just as intense as any time they'd ever made love -- but there had been a new tone of gentleness along with the sensuality.

"Indeed it was," Brendan agreed, the smile in his voice equal to the one on his face. "And it's only going to get better between us, Doctor. I promise you that." His words rang with sincerity, and a love that the Time Lord had never heard in his tone until now.

He'd known from the beginning that there was a gentle side to this man, despite the frenzy and almost fury of the first few times they'd made love. He'd always known that Brendan was the gentle kind, that there was a flip side to his passion.

And now that he'd seen that side, he wanted to meld them both together. It seemed that Brendan was finally capable of doing just that; he was letting his softer side come out in a way that it rarely had before, and giving in to it much more easily.

"I don't doubt that for a moment," he said softly, burrowing into Brendan's embrace and letting himself relax. Within moments, he'd drifted off to sleep in his lover's embrace, dreaming of the days -- and nights -- that would fill their future together.

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