Self-Satisfaction
100 words, adult, not mine. In which the Master is a selfish lover.
Bent over the environmental control panel while the Master pounds into him, hard, the Doctor braces himself with both hands. "Would it kill you to give me a reach-around?"
"No," the Master says airily. Then he groans. His fingers tighten on the Doctor's hips; his thrusts become rougher as he reaches orgasm.
As soon as he comes, he pulls out and sags against the console, wearing nothing but a smirk. "Go ahead, Doctor," he says. "Give us a show."
He's tempted to just walk away and finish himself off in private, but his hand is already moving on his cock.
Bent over the environmental control panel while the Master pounds into him, hard, the Doctor braces himself with both hands. "Would it kill you to give me a reach-around?"
"No," the Master says airily. Then he groans. His fingers tighten on the Doctor's hips; his thrusts become rougher as he reaches orgasm.
As soon as he comes, he pulls out and sags against the console, wearing nothing but a smirk. "Go ahead, Doctor," he says. "Give us a show."
He's tempted to just walk away and finish himself off in private, but his hand is already moving on his cock.