Moar kinkiness
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“I have to admit, I’m a little sad you didn’t invite me.”
“AHHH!”
The Master laughs.
“Don’t just sneak up on people! Especially if you’re supposed to be dead and they’re quite nervous about being about to be married!” The Doctor looks down sadly at his open tie. “I nearly had that done up as well.”
“No congratulations on not being dead?”
“Oh, you’re never dead.”
“Then you should stop crying about it every time. Lucy said you cried like a baby. Do you know she shagged Martha?”
“Will you- Martha? Really? Wow.”
“I know, nice image, isn’t it? Almost as good as you in formal wear.”
“Thank you,” the Doctor says, with a trace of coyness.
“So who is she or he?”
“She’s called Noïs. Human, 34th century. We’re having a traditional ceremony.”
“Hmm. You never marry men, do you Doctor? Think that’s a bit of prejudice there. Fuck the men, marry the women.”
“It’s not my fault! I ask the men to, I even asked you once, remember? None of them ever want to marry me,” says the Doctor.
“Because you’re a pain in the arse, Doctor. And a philanderer. Hey do you have a best man? I could give a speech at the reception.”
“Martha’s doing it. I do not cheat on people. Not anymore. I’ve decided this time - I’m not going to commit adultery.”
“You invited Martha to your wedding? Isn’t that a bit of a kick in the teeth for the poor thing?”
“She’s already married. Her husband is around here somewhere. You might recognise him; you killed him once. She was very impressed by it, apparently. He has this…beard. She could do better.”
“Aww, I think I hear jealousy.”
The Doctor glares. “Can you help me do up this tie? I think it’s broken.”
The Master walks forward and stares the Doctor in the eyes. “You’re useless.” He smiles and the Doctor smiles back.
The Master stands very close, running the fabric of the tie between his fingers in the most unnecessary way. The Doctor’s breath is ruffling his hair a little.
“So,” the Master says, quietly now they are stood so close together. “No adultery. What made you decide on that?”
“Well,” the Doctor swallows and the Master watches his Adam’s apple bob. “She asked, and I thought, why not give it a go?”
“I see.” The Master loops the tie around itself, then - “Fuck it, there is something wrong with this thing.”
“I know!” The Doctor grins.
“So, last time, trying to get you to pay attention to me, Doctor, you oblivious thing, this would be the last time in the next few years that I could, say, suck you off?”
“I - er, I don’t think so. I’m about to get married. In about 15 minutes.”
“Or you could suck me off. It’s not cheating if you don’t come.”
“I don’t think that’s true.”
“It’s in the Shadow Proclamation!”
The Doctor raises an eyebrow.
“Near the back of the Shadow Proclamation.”
“Well…if the Shadow Proclamation say it’s okay…”
“Come on. Consider it a wedding gift. A nice memory to wank to when the wife gets boring.”
The Doctor quickly crosses the room to lock the door, then comes back and settles on his knees in front of the Master. He pulls his cock out of his trousers and rubs it to hardness, enjoying the approving hiss from the Master. He wets his lips.
“Get on with it, Doctor.”
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The Master is gasping and panting above him. He’s thrusting hard into the Doctor’s mouth, hurting the back of his throat in the most delicious way, and the Doctor is sucking as much as he can, moaning like a whore around the cock in his mouth every time he breathes out. The Master’s legs are trembling. He’s a mess, completely at the Doctor’s mercy. He hears the Master muttering, groaning, repeating his name then, “Please, oh god, yes.” His tone is laced with desperation. He’s too far gone to care about dignity. All he can do is beg.
Oh, yes, that’s exactly what he was aiming for. Exactly the memory he wants to keep. The Doctor looks up through his eyelashes and takes in every detail he can.
The Doctor feels the first hot, bitter taste against the back of his throat. He swallows and then pulls back. He drags his tongue along the Master’s cock as he draws himself away, until the final spurt hits his wet, red lips and sprays over his face.
The Master takes a few deep breathes. He hauls the Doctor up from his shoulder and kisses him once, lightly.
“So.” The Doctor straightens his suit trousers and coughs to clear his throat. “Any last minute marriage advice?” He asks the question like he doesn’t have come on his face.
“Yeah. Don’t leave Martha alone with your wife.”
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LOL. Is also good porn.
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Extra win for the facial.
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canon.
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“Yeah. Don’t leave Martha alone with your wife.”
WHOEVER YOU ARE, I FUCKING LOVE YOU.
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and the advice ahahhaa BEST.FIC.EVER
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