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Rose gasps as cold silicone grazes her skin, and the Doctor grins wickedly up at her. She gives him a halfhearted nudge in the ribs with her toes. “Sh-shut up. It’s bloody cold!”
“Is it?” Pushing his specs up the bridge of his nose, he lifts the long, pink appendage in front of his face, inspecting it with a tight brow. “Hmmm. Well…” Eyes snapping to hers, he brings the toy between her legs again, teasing the seam of her sex until her calves begin to quiver along his sides. “Suppose we’ll just have to warm it up a bit, then, won’t we?”
At the next touch, he applies enough pressure to part her lips against the head of the fake cock, watching with a look of dazed fascination as he rakes her own slickness up over her clit.
“Oooh.” Rose grips the sheets at her sides, seeking some sort of outlet for all of the little currents of pleasure shivering through her. The silky material warms quickly, sliding wet against her hot, swollen flesh. “That’s—ah...”
“Good?” The Doctor turns his face into her inner thigh, pressing open-mouthed kisses only inches away from where he teases her, tasting her with little flicks of his tongue.
When he bumps her clit again, Rose drops her head back, letting her upper body sink into her soft, white pillow. “Mmm, Doctor…”
“Ooh, I’d very much like to put this inside of you,” she hears him whisper, his voice already thick, already rough with wanting. “Would that be alright, Rose?”
Whatever leaves her mouth must pass for consent — thank god — because seconds later, the Doctor begins to ease the well-lubricated length inside of her, chasing her apprehension away.
It’s only cold for a moment, just enough time for him to crawl up onto the bed at her side, gazing into her eyes as he begins working it into her with a steady, powerful hand.
In soft murmurs, he speaks to her, encouraging her to breathe between gentle wisps of praise. Much like their lovemaking on a given morning, he starts slow and works his way up, getting progressively carried away until the bed creaks and her body writhes on the navy-blue sheets.
He brings her two exceptionally vocal climaxes before he’s through, reminding Rose for the fifth time this week of why she’s grateful they left their old flat just in time for the holidays. No families to worry about gathering upstairs or below — and you’d really have to strain to hear her through the walls of their West London townhouse.
That gratitude only amplifies once the Doctor tosses the toy aside and climbs on top of her, having worked himself up well and proper, their previous project all but abandoned. Drawing her leg high up on his hip, he fucks into her hard and slow, carrying her over the edge one last time before tumbling over it with her.