Title: Such Great Heights
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Peter Carlisle
Fandom: Doctor Who/Blackpool
Rating: NC-17
Table: 50_smutlets
Prompt: 48, Good
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 Peter Carlisle. Please do not sue.

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"Do you know how good that feels?" the Doctor breathed, his eyes fluttering closed as he leaned back into Peter's embrace.

"I can guess," the other man whispered in the Time Lord's ear, his hips thrusting forward again, his arms tightening around his lover's waist. His own head fell back as he pressed into the warmth of the Doctor's body, a gasp torn from his throat.

It was always like this when they made love, Peter thought to himself, his senses reeling as he pushed his hips forward again. That tight, welcoming warmth, the Doctor's body soft and pliant in his arms, the sense of being completely enveloped.

It had never been like this with any woman he'd chosen to be with. But then, he'd never felt this way about anyone before.

Had he really thought that the trifling little love affairs he'd had in the past were actually love? They'd only been an entr'acte, a prelude to the story of his life. They hadn't meant anything to him -- nothing like what the Doctor meant in his life.

He leaned back on his heels, letting the Doctor's body sink back against his, a shiver running through his body when the Time Lord moaned. He loved hearing that sound, loved knowing that he could make the Doctor moan and writhe and give himself over so fully.

His hands moved up the Doctor's body, tweaking the other man's tender nipples, loving the way his lover squirmed against his body in reaction to the caress. The Doctor's back arched, his hips pushing back against Peter, bringing a moan to his own lips.

How was it possible that anyone could make him feel like this? The Doctor took his senses to such great heights, peaks of passion that he'd never scaled before.

This man was meant for him, Peter thought dazedly, thrusting his hips forward again into the warmth of the Time Lord's body. Meant for him in a way that no one else could ever have been. They were fated to be together; he should have known that from the moment they met.

Maybe he had, he thought, closing his eyes as he let himself sink more deeply into the sensation of making love to the man who was the other half of his soul. Maybe his heart had known, and it had just taken his mind a while to catch up.

He'd made love to a lot of people -- all women, he had to admit -- but no one had ever made him feel as good as the Doctor did. He hadn't thought this kind of ecstasy was possible.

If he'd known that making love to a man could be like this, he would have tried it long before now, he told himself, one hand moving down the Doctor's body to curl around his straining cock, stroking the other man in rhythm with his thrusts.

Peter's hips were moving faster now, his breath coming in gasps and pants, matching the sounds that came from the Time Lord's throat. They were both approaching the point of no return, ready to throw themselves over the edge together at any moment.

A cry was building up inside of him, a cry that encompassed everything he felt for the man in his arms, at this moment and every other time they'd been together. He could feel it traveling through him, ready to break free the moment he let himself go.

He was sure that the Doctor's cry would be similar to his, that the two of them would lose themselves in each other and their cries would mingle until they were indistinguishable from each other.

Peter turned the Doctor's face towards his, kissing the Time Lord with all the fervor that went into his rapid thrusts into the other man's body. He could feel the Doctor's soft moan against his lips, the sound swallowed by the insistent kiss.

His tongue entered the Doctor's mouth with as much eagerness as he drove into the Time Lord from behind, his arms tightening around that slender waist and drawing the Doctor close against him as he jumped from the precipice he'd been on, a rush of pleasure encompassing his body

The Doctor's own orgasm followed his just seconds later, the other man's cry muffled by the press of Peter's mouth against his.

All Peter could do was clasp the Doctor in his arms, waiting his breath to return, and his voice with it. He was sure that he'd been lifted high enough to touch the stars, and that if he reached a hand above his head, he would be able to grasp one.

The Time Lord nuzzled his neck, his breath soft and warm against Peter's damp skin. "I don' think I can move," he whispered, his body sagging against Peter's. "You outdid yourself that time, love. It's never been that good, has it?"

Peter agreed, nodding and clearing his throat before he could speak. "I think you had something to do with it too, sweetheart," he murmured, raising one hand to push the Doctor's hair back from his face and press a kiss against the other man's cheek.

They might be coming down from the heights, he reflected as he shifted his position slightly, but he was sure they'd reach those stars again -- just as soon as he could get his breath back.

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