Title: Just Feel
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Brendan Block
Fandom: Doctor Who/Secret Smile
Rating: NC-17
Table: C, lover100
Prompt: 22, Bondage
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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"Brendan, these are a little tight," the Doctor gasped as he tugged at the restraints that bound his wrists above his head. He looked up at his boyfriend, who was leaning over him with a predatory look on his face. "Can't you loosen them a bit?"

"Are they hurting you?" Brendan answered, a faint frown between his brows. He laid a hand on the leather restraints, but didn't make a move to loosen them. "Don't struggle, Doctor. They won't chafe your skin if you don't fight, you know."

The Time Lord shook his head, taking a deep breath. "No, they're not hurting," he murmured, trying to make himself relax. "I just .... have problems with being tied up, I suppose. The Master has done that to me too many times, and it's made me paranoid."

"I'm not going to hurt you the way he did." Brendan's voice was soft as he brushed a few errant strands of hair back from the Doctor's forehead, laying his palm against the Time Lord's cheek. "Relax, Doctor. You know what I'm going to do to you, and you know it won't hurt."

The Doctor nodded, his dark eyes wide as he stared up at Brendan. "If I ask you to stop, you will -- won't you?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly. The memories of all the times that he'd been in this position with the Master were flooding back, making him nervous and hesitant.

Brendan gazed down at him, stroking gentle fingertips over the Doctor's cheek. "Of course I will," he whispered, his tone soft, his frown deepening. "You know I wouldn't hurt you, Doctor. I'm not going to do anything that you don't want."

The Doctor swallowed hard, but offered no more protests. He twisted his slender wrists in the leather restraints again, trying to loosen them; but it was impossible. Brendan had buckled them tightly; he wasn't going to be able to wriggle free.

Taking another deep breath, he closed his eyes, giving himself over to whatever his boyfriend might have planned. He had to learn to relax and trust Brendan, he told himself, focusing on the fact that the man on top of him wasn't the Master, but someone he cared for.

Being forced into the submissive position all those times that the Master had sexually assaulted him definitely hadn't made bondage a kink of his, the Doctor thought ruefully. Maybe Brendan would be able to get him past his fears, if he was willing to be slow and patient.

A soft gasp came from his throat as Brendan's lips began to move down his body, trailing fire down the smooth skin of his throat, then over his bare shoulder. Those lips were on his chest now, sharp teeth nibbling first at one taut nipple, then the other.

Brendan certainly knew what to do to arouse him, the Doctor thought, another sharp gasp leaving his lips as Brendan's mouth moved further down his body. That warm tongue was circling around his navel now, as his boyfriend's hands pushed his thighs apart.

Those soft fingers were between his legs, stroking over his entrance, opening him, sliding inside him. The Doctor's hips arched upwards, his body responding to the intimate touch, needing more than just two fingers to satisfy him.

"Does that feel good, love?" Brendan asked, his voice husky with desire. His eyes were on the Doctor's face, staring at him intently; the Time Lord felt as though the other man were searching his soul, their minds melding as much as their bodies would in just a few moments.

"Yes," he gasped, his gaze fixed on his lover's face. "Don't stop, please ...." He tugged at the leather restraints again, wishing that he could touch Brendan, run his fingers through the other man's hair, over his skin, to feel that lean, taut body hovering over his own.

"It's going to feel even better in a few seconds," Brendan whispered, leaning down to press his mouth against the tender hollow at the base of the Doctor's throat. The Time Lord's small fists clenched in the restraints, his body going taut and tense with expectation.

"I want you to just let yourself feel," Brendan told him, his voice soft in the Doctor's ear, breath warm against the Time Lord's skin. "Concentrate on what your body is feeling, not on what you can touch. Let your senses go, let yourself feel instead of thinking."

The Doctor nodded, closing his eyes and trying to make himself relax. It was nearly impossible to do when he was so tense with anticipation, but he wanted to obey Brendan's words and let his body enjoy what was being done to him.

When Brendan slid inside him, a cry burst from his throat, swallowed almost immediately by his lover's kiss. Those strong arms slid around him, lifting him slightly off the bed, pulling him close against Brendan's body as his lover thrust into him.

It only took a few moments for their bodies to coordinate; they were moving in a slow, steady rhythm, a rhythm that increased in speed and intensity until they were gasping for breath in unison, their hips colliding with each thrust, their hearts beating erratically against each other.

The Doctor's body arched against Brendan's with each thrust of the other man's hips against his own; his muscles strained against his bonds, his every instinct reaching out to touch Brendan. But he was held back, unable to touch -- he could only feel.

He could feel his orgasm starting to uncoil deep within him; starting in his belly, then radiating outwards to the rest of his body, exploding in a shower of sparks. The rush swept over him, making him cry out Brendan's name and struggle harder against the restraints.

Brendan collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, his arms wrapped around the Doctor's waist. The Time Lord wanted nothing so much as to run his fingers through his lover's hair -- but that was hard to do when his hands were still bound above his head.

The Time Lord lay there, his eyes closed, waiting for his heart rate to slow and listening to Brendan's heavy breathing; after what seemed like a long while, he finally spoke, his voice slow and hesitant. "Can you untie me now, love?"

Brendan raised his head, a slow smile spreading over his features. He rolled to the side and sat up, reaching for the leather restraints around the Doctor's wrists and starting to unbuckle them. "That didn't hurt, did it, sweet?" he asked, his voice soft.

The Doctor shook his head as his wrists were released, smiling a little ruefully. "No, it didn't," he admitted, propping himself up against the pillows. "I expected it to -- but I have to remember that you aren't anyone who's hurt me in that way in the past."

"You're letting your memories of what other people have done to you in the past control what you'll let yourself enjoy in the present," Brendan told him, reaching out a hand to cup his cheek. "You can't keep doing that, Doctor. You have to put all that in the past, where it belongs."

"I'm working on that," the Time Lord said softly, his dark eyes meeting Brendan's gaze and not looking away. "Thanks to you, I think I'm starting to get past it. I was a bit shaky with being bound at first, but I quite enjoyed that."

"I'll admit that I like seeing you all tied up," Brendan murmured, moving closer to the Doctor and sliding an arm around his waist. "It's incredibly sexy to know that I have you at my mercy. Not that I would ever do anything to hurt you when you can't defend yourself."

"Oh?" The Doctor raised a brow, tilting his head to the side, a teasing smile on his face. "That makes it sound as though you would hurt me if I wasn't tied up. And I definitely don't think you'd do that. You're not that sort of man."

"I'd never hurt you for any reason," Brendan told him, pulling his lover close against the warmth of his body. "You know me better than that, Doctor. I just happen to have a bit of a kink for bondage, that's all. And I'd like for you to get to the point where we can share that."

"This wasn't as frightening as it could have been," the Doctor said softly, sliding his own arms around Brendan's waist. "It may take me some time to think of bondage in the way you do, but I'm getting there. Just keep being patient with me, love."

Brendan didn't answer; he only bowed his head to capture the Doctor's lips with his own, saying with a kiss what he didn't express with words. As he lowed the Doctor to the bed again, the Time Lord's hands moved down his back, utilizing the touch that he'd been denied only moments before.

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