Title: Never A Dull Moment
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Brendan Block
Fandom: Doctor Who/Secret Smile
Rating: NC-17
Table: C, lover100
Prompt: 49, Grasp
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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"I love seeing you like this," Brendan whispered as he leaned over the Doctor, taking in the Time Lord's flushed cheeks, his disheveled hair, his slightly swollen, parted lips. "You look incredible when you're aroused, do you know that?"

"So do you," the Doctor answered, his voice husky and breathless with need. How long had Brendan been teasing him like this? It felt like hours, though it couldn't possibly have been that long. Still, he was ready for more than merely being stroked and kissed.

His eyes closed and his body arched upwards as first one finger, then a second, slipped inside him; he let out a soft cry, reaching up to grasp the railing at the top of their bed. He needed something to hold on to, something to grasp to keep himself from writhing too much.

Of course, that was a vain hope, he thought as Brendan's fingers probed more deeply inside him. This man knew just how to make him squirm and writhe, how to make him moan with desire in a way that no one else had ever been able to do.

The teasing was going to make him come far too soon if Brendan didn't stop, he thought hazily, looking up at his lover and focusing on Brendan's mouth. He wanted that mouth on his; he wanted Brendan's kiss, his touch, wanted the other man's cock inside him.

As though Brendan was reading his thoughts, those long, slender fingers slipped out of him, his lover's hands resting on his hips. "Turn over, Doctor," Brendan told him, his resonant voice almost a purr. "I want you on your stomach."

The Doctor obeyed his boyfriend's command, turning over and stretching his lean body out. It was a bit uncomfortable, lying on his hard cock; his raised his hips, hearing Brendan chuckle softly as he did so. "Be patient, Doctor. I know what you want."

Those warm hands were on his ass now, squeezing gently, one finger moving down the cleft, spreading his cheeks. He almost expected to feel that warm, wet tongue slipping between his cheeks to lick at his opening, but that didn't happen; instead, Brendan stroked him with one fingertip.

"Do you like that, Doctor?" he whispered, his breath warm against the Time Lord's shoulder. "Do you want more?" He paused, as though he was sure of what the Doctor was going to say, but giving him a chance to speak the words aloud.

"Yes," the Doctor gasped, pushing his hips back against that stroking finger. "I need you, Brendan -- don't tease me," he whimpered, a shudder going through his thin frame. If Brendan didn't take him soon, he was going to explode, or go insane, whichever came first.

"Your wish is my command," Brendan answered, moving closer to the Doctor. The Time Lord gasped again, his dark eyes widening at the feel of Brendan's hard cock pressing against his entrance, then sliding smoothly into him.

The feeling of being entered always took his breath away at first; Brendan's cock was larger than any other man who had ever been inside him, at least in this body, and every time they made love it took him a few moments to accustom himself to his lover's size.

But after the first few seconds, the quicksilver pain that shot through him melted into a deep, insidious pleasure that flowed through his body, tightening his muscles and pushing him closer to the edge of a precipice that he could hardly wait to leap from.

Brendan's hand moved between his legs to grasp his straining cock, stroking the Doctor in rhythm with his thrusts inside the Time Lord's body. The Doctor gasped again, leaning back against his lover, his muscles tensing, his body starting to tremble.

This wasn't going to last long; he needed to come too badly after the endless teasing that Brendan had subjected him to. The intensity of their lovemaking was too strong for either of them to keep going for long, but there would always be more.

It was almost always like this when they made love, the Doctor thought to himself, his breath coming more rapidly. Brendan knew exactly how to arouse him to a fever pitch before their bodies joined, their consummation fast and furious.

He was nearly at that edge, at the top of the spiral that would send him plummeting from a dizzying height within a few seconds. The Doctor held his breath, waiting for that last thrust that would push him over the edge and send him tumbling downwards.

A cry broke from his lips when his orgasm washed over him, rushing through his body with a force that he hadn't been prepared for. It left him limp, breathless, leaning back in Brendan's arms, his body shaking with the force of his climax.

Brendan was breathing heavily in his ear, obviously just as affected as he himself had been. Dimly, the Doctor felt his lover's lips brush against his cheek, Brendan's hands on his body, the heaving of the other man's chest as the Time Lord leaned back against his body.

The Doctor turned his head to nuzzle against Brendan's throat, a smile on his lips as he spoke. "I think that was definitely worth all the teasing," he murmured, shifting his position slightly to look up into his lover's face, wanting to see Brendan's expression.

"I completely agree," Brendan whispered, bowing his head to capture the Doctor's mouth with his own. The kiss was heated, intense; the Time Lord could feel himself stirring again, wanting Brendan just as much as he had only a few moments before.

But this wasn't the time to be thinking of another go; he wanted to lie here with his lover and bask in the afterglow of what had been a marvelous experience. The Doctor raised a hand, threading his fingers through Brendan's hair.

The other man's arms slid around him, pulling him close against that strong, lean body. Was it only his imagination, or could he feel desire stirring in Brendan again as well? This man never ceased to amaze him; their sexual appetites were well matched.

The Time Lord smiled as Brendan shifted their positions so that he was lying on his back with his lover bending over him. Trust Brendan not to want to make love in the same position twice, he thought. There was never a dull moment with this man -- no matter what they happened to be doing.

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