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Today’s adventure was exhausitng, even though it could hardly be considered special. You visited an orange planet (the name of which you won’t even attempt to recall), discovered an unusal rip in the middle of its capital, investigated, had lunch, got attacked and imprisoned, escaped and saved the day. Pretty standard. You were delighted when you finally returned to the safety of the TARDIS and the Doctor announced that he decided to call it a day.
After years of adventuring together, confessions and (rare) affection, you’ve moved into the TARDIS, so that the Doctor “Won’t have to waste time, figuring out where you deciced to run your pointless human errands this time.” as he put it. That led to a shared bedroom and gave you relatively more private time with him. He even enjoys cuddling when you’re both tired and safely tucked in for the night.
Though the private time is more than enough to enjoy his presence and even squeeze some affectionate kisses out of him, it’s rarely the sexual kind. Which you’re absolutely okay with, of course, but it troubles you when you see him be afraid to ask for it when he’s in the mood and sometimes deny it when you point it out. At first you assumed he was just shy, being early on in the relationship and so, but after a few years you’ve begun suspecting it’s something else, though you’d never tell him directly and push the topic.
You finally slip into your pyjamas, hanging your clothes in the possibly infinite wardrobe and having a good stretch, feeling some of your joints pop. You realise you haven’t heard the Doctor complain the whole time you were changing and decide to go check up on your man.
He’s in the console room, squinting to read displays on the monitors and fiddling with some of the switches. He doesn’t seem to notice or acknowledge you entering, so you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist affectionately.
At first he leans in your embrace for a second. Then he points at the monitor and speaks:
“No displays of affection before 9 PM. Stick to the program.”
“Oh sorry sir, I didn’t mean to interrupt your daily brooding session.” You place a soft kiss on the back of his neck.
A smile creeps up to his face and he finally lets himself properly lean into your embrace, not turning away from the console.
“You’re terrible.”
“Heehee”
You smile contently as you hold him, pressing more kisses on his back. You feel him stiffen, and stop, hoping you didn’t push any boundaries.
“Everything okay dear?” you ask, making sure he knows you don’t want to make him uncomfortable.
“…I’m fine.”
You clearly know better than to believe this, so you move to the front, to check his face and look him up and down for signs of- oh.
His face flushes from embarassment as you’re greeted with his very obvious arousal. He seems fully erect and the fabric of his plaid trousers is stretched around the tip.
“Oooh…. someone’s happy!” you tease.
“No I’m not. No one’s happy. Shut up.”
You oscillate between continuing to tease or finally adressing the situation. After a brief moment, you decide on the latter.
“I think me and you need to have a talk. Why do you always avoid your needs of sexual nature?”
His eyebrows return to their default attack position. “I don’t avoid them, I just don’t have needs of sexual nature!!! You humans and your obsession with primitive instincts and-” he comes to a halt as you look at him unimpressed and unconvinced, glancing down at his throbbing little problem.
“…Okay, okay, FINE. I just don’t really like to ‘do the deed’ with this body. It makes me self conscious.” He finally admits with an exasperated huff.
You suspected at much, but having him admit it stung a bit. You know he’s not particularly fond of this regeneration (for reasons you don’t understand at all), and hearing him confess that he can’t even enjoy making love because of his self-image issues made you all the more worried.
“Darling…” you begin softly, “ What are you self conscious about? We’ve discussed this. You don’t need to worry about your performance, which is great by the way, but focus on enjoying yourself.”
He looks away, embarassed to be having this conversation. “I know, I know. It’s not my… performance I’m worried about. ” He lets out a deep breath. “I don’t like the fact that I can have all this fun and closeness with you, and when we’re done, laying next to each other, all I can see is the body of an old man way past his prime, laying next to the glowing one of a gorgeous young human.” He huffs again “It makes me feel like I’m taking advantage of you and the thought disgusts me. And it’s also a reminder that you deserve better. Not this. Anything but this.”
This stings even more. “Hey. Stop looking away. Look at me.” You make him look nervously into your eyes. “You’re not forcing me to be here. Or do things with you. Heck you don’t even communicate basic needs because you respect me so much! You’re not taking advantage of me. I chose you.”
You gently take his face in your hands and guide his lips on yours for a quick but tender kiss.
“You’re wonderful. You know I love you for who you are and not for how you look. But you have to accept that I’m also physically attracted to you. I find you hot and I don’t think that’s ever gonna change. I know you don’t like the way you look and I cannot understand why, but please wrap your head around the fact that you finding yourself unattractive doesn’t automatically make you unattractive to me. I want you to love yourself and I’m always trying to help you accept this face and body, but in this precise situation, it’s my opinion that matters. If you find yourself ‘too unattractive’, just don’t date yourself! We have different types as it seems, love”.
He chuckles a bit at it doesn’t ring hollow this time. You’ve convinced him.
“Can’t say I know what you like on me, but I’m sure not gonna complain about it. Thanks.” he leans down to give you a peck on the lips.
“You’re welcome. Everyone has self-image issues, if we used them to value our relationships, the universe would have run out of life a long time ago.”
“Yeah. This… makes sense actually. I think I feel better. ” his smile makes the corners of his eyes crinkle and warms your heart.
“Glad you’re feeling better. Because I’d hate to see this go to waste.” you cup the bulge in his trousers and let your index finger softly rub the tip.
“…Naugty. You’re lucky the old man you like so much is in the mood.” He pulls you close, giving you a passionate kiss.
You kiss back, not bothering much and willingly letting him take the lead. May do some good to his confidence. You make out sloppily and you let him devour you to his heart’s content, as your one hand stays on his bulge, and the other roams his body, eventually resting on his rear.
Your fingers continue their ministrations, moving slowly up and down his clothed erection. Your rubbing, combined with the rough fabric that keeps him restricted, cause the poor, overstimulated man to leak.
He moves and shoves your hand off his bulge. He picks you up and places you on the console, his hands pulling down the elastic band of your pyjama pants.
“No need to rush with me. It’s my turn to have fun.” he begins kissing you fiercly, his tongue quickly entering your mouth, as he lets your pants drop to your ankles.
You pant breathlessly as he pulls away from your mouth, his hands steadying you on the console. You let out a soft yelp as you feel his thumb press on your sensitive bundle of nerves, circling it slowly, and massaging it up and down until it’s swollen. He then rolls it between his index and middle finger, smiling wickedly at your stiffled moan.
His other hand is kneading your thigh, caressing your erogenous zones. You feel his hand retreat as he sinks his head between your thighs and you feel his warm breath on your folds. You clutch the console as he licks a stripe all the way up, barely opening but not yet entering your pussy.
“Don’t be such a tease…” you breathe out, looking down to see him looking up at you with a mischievous glint.
He flicks your clit with his tongue, as he puts it in his mouth to suck it repeatedly. You feel the excitement build up as he suddenly stops, pressing a thumb on each side of your folds, but not on them themselves, rubbing gently, teasing you further.
Finally, after an exruciatingly slow pace, he assaults you with his tongue, reaching deep and burrying his head in you, his nose pressing on your clit. He holds you up to reach deeper, firm, strong hands griping your thighs and his tongue skillfully lapping up your juices as you writhe in pleasure.
You’re about to be pushed over the edge, you can feel it, but suddenly his tongue is pulled out and his head rises from between your thighs.
“What did I tell you about teasing???”
“Didn’t hear it, I was busy.” He gives you a cheeky smile. He lifts you up bridal style, and you protest as you feel your pants slip from your ankles to the floor. He shuts you up with a chaste kiss and carries you to the bedroom, where he places you on the bed and quickly gets rid of his clothes in record time.
You feel the bed dip as he climbs on it in front of you, between your legs. You finally get to admire him in all his glory, his average lengthed but thick cock trhobbing from arousal, as he pulls your pyjama shirt over your head, revealing your torso.
“I hope you find me attractive even in this part.” He says, his self consciousness returning for a second.
“Oh trust me, this is the most attractive I get to see you.” you lean and press a kiss on his chest, right between his twin hearts.
He smiles shyly and rolls his eyes dramatically. “Oh stop it, you. I’ve seen better days.” He looks down at his belly, as if trying to remind himself that he’s looking at something he deems a flaw.
You lean and kiss his stomach affectionately. “Not to interrupt your self deprecation, but we were in the middle of something here!”
He snorts and embraces you, kissing you passionately once again, his hands squeezing your breasts and toying with your now stiff nipples. Your entire body seems to vibrate as he moans in your mouth, squeezing and cupping your plump tits.
You’re about to make a playful comment but he makes you lay down properly on your back and spreads your legs open, as he positions himself in between them.
You can feel his penis twitching as it’s placed on your left thigh.
“Ready?” despite clearly suffering, he sounds very patient and gentle.
“Yeah. Ready.” You’re breathless, and absolutely needing of him right now. Your legs are open on their own, begging for your insides to be filled.
He lets out the breath he was holding, and pushes himself inside you slowly, either so he won’t hurt you, or to tease and torment you even more.
Your walls clench around him as he slides in and out with ease, lubricated to the fullest. He goes slowly and sensually, pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in, his pelvis hitting your swollen clit each time.
While you’re a moaning, whining mess, he’s relatively quiet, only letting out a few grunts and curses. As he pulls all the way out, he accidentally slips a couple of times and thrusts his cock over your pussy instead of in it, brushing your clit before he repositions himself for the next thrust.
Eventually you can’t take it anymore and helplessly thrust your own hips, begging for a faster pace.
“Alright then, enough teasing, have it your way.”
He suddenly picks up a faster pace, with shallow, quick thrusts, repeatedly hitting the place he knows your special spot is buried in. Your limbs mingle as you both hold, grope and grab each other, chanting the other’s name and filling the no longer silent room with profanities and the filthy sound of skin slapping on skin.
It doesn’t take long for the two of you to come undone, your walls tight around him, milking every last bit of pleasure out. His hot seed fills you and your head falls back in ecstasy as you pant to catch your breath.
He pulls out and collapses next to you exhausted, reaching for the wipes on the bedside table and cleaning the both of you up with words of praise.
He lays back next to you and pulls you on his chest, snuggling you.
“Consiidering how much you avoid it, you’re insanely skilled at this.” you rest your head on his chest, looking up at him fondly.
“I’m insanely skilled at everything. Thought you’d caught on by now.”
“Still. Am I getting cuddles?”
“It’s past 9 PM. Display of affection is mandatory.” he jokes, as he holds you and closes his eyes contently.
“I like this new rule. We should add it to the progra-”
“Absolutely NOT.”
He closes his eyes and you examine his face. He seems at peace, not looking down at himself with disapproval as he usually does. You place a loving kiss on his forehead and lay back on his chest with a smile.
You drift off in each other’s embrace, loved and cherised.