Title: Sweetness Follows
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Brendan Block
Fandom: Doctor Who/Secret Smile
Rating: NC-17
Table: 50_smutlets
Prompt: 5, Sweet
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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There was nothing that tasted as sweet in the world as the Doctor's lips did, Brendan thought to himself as he raised his head to look at the man under him, a small satisfied smile curving his lips as he took in the expression on the Time Lord's face.

The Doctor was staring up at him, his dark eyes wide, his hair disheveled, a pink flush in his cheeks. His lips were slightly parted, swollen from the furious kisses that Brendan had rained on his mouth, desire written clearly in his expression.

Brendan leaned down to fasten his mouth to the Doctor's again, smiling inwardly as those soft lips parted eagerly under his. He'd never had a sexual partner who affected him in the way that the Doctor did, bringing out his own sensuality in a myriad of ways.

He'd always been a very sexual man, but the Doctor had a way of bringing that sexual animal that was coiled deep within him to the surface, snarling and clawing to make its way out and unleash itself on the man who roused it.

That sleeping tiger within him had drowsed for so long, never really being brought to life, that Brendan had doubted it ever could be.

But from the first time he'd been with the Doctor, he had known that he'd met his match, at least in bed. This man had assuaged his appetites easily -- and still came back for more. He'd never had a partner who could match him step for step in every way.

Their encounters were progressively more amorous -- and in some ways, more rough and abandoned. There had been several times when he'd left bruises on the Doctor's flesh, marks that had made him feel terribly guilty when he'd realized that he had been the one to inflict them.

Of course, the Time Lord had insisted that it didn't matter; he'd pointed out that if Brendan had been hurting him beyond his limits, he would have told his lover to stop. And he had no doubt that Brendan would stop if he was asked, he'd said, his dark eyes searching Brendan's face.

Yes, he would stop if he was asked to, Brendan had said -- and he'd meant those words. He wouldn't hurt the Doctor deliberately in any way; he might have done that to some of his partners before, but he hadn't felt the same emotions for them that he did for the Time Lord.

Still, he had to admit that he liked being a little rough with the Doctor at times, pushing boundaries just to see how far he would be able to go.

Yet there was an innate sweetness to their lovemaking, even when Brendan pushed at those limits that the Doctor kept so carefully in place. He wouldn't cross those boundaries, though pushing at them was something he enjoyed doing.

And there was such a sweetness in kissing the Doctor, Brendan thought as his lips ravaged the softness of the Time Lord's mouth. Not only his lips, but the rest of his body, as well. Tasting his lover was like indulging in a feast for his senses.

Brendan let his mouth trail down from the Doctor's mouth, teasing his lover's jawline with gentle kisses; he moved his lips to the slender column of the Doctor's throat, nipping at the tender flesh, then pressing a soft kiss to the hollow at the base of the other man's throat.

His arms were wrapped around the Doctor's waist; he loosened his grip on the other man, shifting his position so that he could move his head down to the Time Lord's chest, finding one tender pink nipple and nipping sharply at it with his teeth.

The Doctor's back arched, a soft gasp coming from the other man's lips, a hissed intake of breath that turned into a moan when Brendan's tongue lapped at his nipple.

Brendan allowed himself a satisfied smile; the Doctor was almost squirming under him, his sensitized body reacting to the stimulation of Brendan's mouth just as he'd known it would. He could feel the Time Lord's muscles tensing, his arousal becoming more pronounced.

He moved his mouth to the Doctor's other nipple, sucking gently at the hardened pink bud before moving back to the other one and then continuing to trail kisses down the Time Lord's flat stomach. The Doctor drew in a breath, his stomach muscles tightening as Brendan's mouth moved over his skin.

Brendan shifted his position again, moving down lower on the bed as his hands moved from the Doctor's waist to curl around his thighs, gently spreading the other man's legs. His tongue swirled around the Time Lord's navel, his lover's soft moan of pleasure dimly registering in his brain.

He loved hearing the Doctor make those sounds of passion, he thought, an answering moan rising in his own throat. And he would be hearing them in a much more pronounced way after the next few minutes, he told himself as he lifted his head to glance up.

The Doctor was moaning his name, his head turning from side to side, his breath rasping in his throat. Brendan pressed another kiss to the Time Lord's belly, a smile on his own lips.

"I won't make you wait much longer, love, I promise," he whispered, his own voice sounding as raspy as the Time Lord's breath. He knew that neither of them would be able to hold back for more than a few moments; he needed the Doctor too badly to prolong this.

But there was one more thing he wanted to do, one more bit of teasing with his lips and tongue before he took them both to the pinnacle of pleasure, he thought, lowering his head and brushing his lips against the tender tip of the Doctor's cock.

Ah, this was a sweetness of a different kind, Brendan thought, closing his eyes as he ran his tongue along the sensitive vein on the underside of the shaft. A sweetness that he would never get tired of tasting time and time again.

He intended to follow this sweetness with yet another, one that would result in the ultimate satisfaction for both himself and his lover. His body was already urging him forward, pushing him the direction of fulfillment in giant leaps and bounds.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Brendan let his mind move forward, to the moment when he would slide inside the Doctor's body and join himself in the most primal of embraces with his lover; just the thought of it made his heart race in his chest.

Brendan raised his head, glancing up at the Doctor again, their gazes locking. He could read nothing but love and desire in those eyes -- an expression that brought a smile to his face as he reached for the lube on the table by the bed.

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