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Title: Radio ga ga
Author: bbgon
Pairing: Tennant/Tate
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP with a bit of humour (I hope)
Disclaimer: Only my dirty fantasies, nothing of this happended!
“Catherine, please, just a quick one”, David’s
right hand is already locking the door, and his left one is pulling up her
shirt. “Have we got to work half an hour early for nothing?”
“Actually I’ve planned to discuss some changes
in my costumes”, she pushes his hand back, but the other one slips through her
lousy defense and starts fiddling with her jeans button. It’s hard not to laugh
at how determined David is. He is in his macho mode, or better to say he is
imagining that he is, but in fact he looks like a stubborn child climbing up to
the upper drawer for sweets. He thinks he is talking the firm sexy tone, while
he is making flirty puppy eyes at her:
“Oh please, I just can’t- you look smashing, ye
know that? I’m bursting- Don’t be like that!”
She must admit he is good at being cute and
innocently funny. The only problem is, his cock is pressing against her thigh,
and his looks, whining and resolve combined make her snort and then break into
laughter.
He stops and asks, “What?” She can see he is
very near to being genuinely hurt, so she makes all the effort to explain
herself.
“No- Nothing. You’re just naturally funny. I
really must be going. The costume thing”.
He is not entirely convinced, but too horny to give
it another thought. Once again he presses his body against hers, and blocks the
doorknob with his hand. Catherine can feel his hard-on through the double layer
of denim. The thick fabric makes the sensation somewhat numb.
“I want you”, he whispers in his dirtiest
voice. His thighs jerk forwards involuntarily. The overall effect must be
hilarious, but his look makes up for it: his pupils are wide and oily dark, and
his lips are very dry. He has a bad habit of licking them too often, but now
the quick movement of his tongue between pale thin lips looks suddenly in
place.
“Oh Catherine, you are so gorgeous”, he
continues in a coarse undertone, while he is undoing her jeans. “You are
beautiful, oh, what a wonderful body you have. Those breasts-“
It would be better if he spoke Chinese,
Catherine sometimes thinks. Then she could listen to his voice which is getting
lower and slides over the bare skin of her neck with his every breath, and not
to the list of the most common epithets of the English language. He excites
himself with his own words, he can’t live his emotions when he doesn’t speak
them aloud, that’s why all the efforts to shut him up end up in the most dull
and uninspiring sex she has ever had. That’s why David doesn’t appreciate
kissing: he can only make a short break. He slips his tongue through
Catherine’s lips breathing heavily into her mouth, maybe only because it is a
custom and he thinks she will be disappointed if he leaves out this important
step of love making.
What he likes though is feeling her body with
his fingers. He steals under her bra and caresses delicately her breasts
thumbing the form, feeling the weight, stroking the skin and the halo. He
slides his palms against her back, pausing at the valley in the middle. He
follows the curves of her belly, presses his hands into the softness, and then
goes down, pulls at her pants and exposes her to his play. He starts with his
middle finger, encircles the most sensitive spot without touching it rudely,
and slides inside, adding the ring finger. His palm is warm and comfortable
against her crotch, and he moves his hand about just a little to make her skewer,
and hold her breath, and try to press her legs together as tight as possible,
so that the sensation becomes almost unbearably acute.
“Oh yes, that’s right, oh ye’re so hot”, radio
ga-ga continues around her ear, but at that stage she doesn’t really care.
David hastily finds her hand and puts it on his cock. His jeans are half-way
down; he steadies himself against the door with his forearm. He is almost
beyond himself; when Catherine touches the head, and smears the drop of
pre-ejaculate on it with her thumb, he even stops talking and catches his
breath. Then it is all “faster” and “harder” from him; he mutters
indistinguishable, but his movements are very certain. At the last moment he catches
Catherine’s hand and comes into his own palm with a silent “A-ah”. Only when he
strokes his cock afterwards a couple of times and removes the rest of the sperm
from it, he hisses through his teeth and finds his voice.
“That was great”, he says hopefully. “Thank
you”.
His thanks always make Catherine uncomfortable,
as if it were a service and not a mutual pleasure. She glances at him
reproachfully, and he smiles: “Right, I forgot, I take my thanks back. It was
great, though”.
Now she agrees lazily: “Yeah. One day I’ll
record the nonsense you’re saying and put it on the web. Then I’ll live off it
for the rest of my life”.
“Only if you update your record every week or
so”, David says. “Then I’ll even allow you to make an official soundtrack out
of it. And that’s a promise”.
Author: bbgon
Pairing: Tennant/Tate
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP with a bit of humour (I hope)
Disclaimer: Only my dirty fantasies, nothing of this happended!
“Catherine, please, just a quick one”, David’s
right hand is already locking the door, and his left one is pulling up her
shirt. “Have we got to work half an hour early for nothing?”
“Actually I’ve planned to discuss some changes
in my costumes”, she pushes his hand back, but the other one slips through her
lousy defense and starts fiddling with her jeans button. It’s hard not to laugh
at how determined David is. He is in his macho mode, or better to say he is
imagining that he is, but in fact he looks like a stubborn child climbing up to
the upper drawer for sweets. He thinks he is talking the firm sexy tone, while
he is making flirty puppy eyes at her:
“Oh please, I just can’t- you look smashing, ye
know that? I’m bursting- Don’t be like that!”
She must admit he is good at being cute and
innocently funny. The only problem is, his cock is pressing against her thigh,
and his looks, whining and resolve combined make her snort and then break into
laughter.
He stops and asks, “What?” She can see he is
very near to being genuinely hurt, so she makes all the effort to explain
herself.
“No- Nothing. You’re just naturally funny. I
really must be going. The costume thing”.
He is not entirely convinced, but too horny to give
it another thought. Once again he presses his body against hers, and blocks the
doorknob with his hand. Catherine can feel his hard-on through the double layer
of denim. The thick fabric makes the sensation somewhat numb.
“I want you”, he whispers in his dirtiest
voice. His thighs jerk forwards involuntarily. The overall effect must be
hilarious, but his look makes up for it: his pupils are wide and oily dark, and
his lips are very dry. He has a bad habit of licking them too often, but now
the quick movement of his tongue between pale thin lips looks suddenly in
place.
“Oh Catherine, you are so gorgeous”, he
continues in a coarse undertone, while he is undoing her jeans. “You are
beautiful, oh, what a wonderful body you have. Those breasts-“
It would be better if he spoke Chinese,
Catherine sometimes thinks. Then she could listen to his voice which is getting
lower and slides over the bare skin of her neck with his every breath, and not
to the list of the most common epithets of the English language. He excites
himself with his own words, he can’t live his emotions when he doesn’t speak
them aloud, that’s why all the efforts to shut him up end up in the most dull
and uninspiring sex she has ever had. That’s why David doesn’t appreciate
kissing: he can only make a short break. He slips his tongue through
Catherine’s lips breathing heavily into her mouth, maybe only because it is a
custom and he thinks she will be disappointed if he leaves out this important
step of love making.
What he likes though is feeling her body with
his fingers. He steals under her bra and caresses delicately her breasts
thumbing the form, feeling the weight, stroking the skin and the halo. He
slides his palms against her back, pausing at the valley in the middle. He
follows the curves of her belly, presses his hands into the softness, and then
goes down, pulls at her pants and exposes her to his play. He starts with his
middle finger, encircles the most sensitive spot without touching it rudely,
and slides inside, adding the ring finger. His palm is warm and comfortable
against her crotch, and he moves his hand about just a little to make her skewer,
and hold her breath, and try to press her legs together as tight as possible,
so that the sensation becomes almost unbearably acute.
“Oh yes, that’s right, oh ye’re so hot”, radio
ga-ga continues around her ear, but at that stage she doesn’t really care.
David hastily finds her hand and puts it on his cock. His jeans are half-way
down; he steadies himself against the door with his forearm. He is almost
beyond himself; when Catherine touches the head, and smears the drop of
pre-ejaculate on it with her thumb, he even stops talking and catches his
breath. Then it is all “faster” and “harder” from him; he mutters
indistinguishable, but his movements are very certain. At the last moment he catches
Catherine’s hand and comes into his own palm with a silent “A-ah”. Only when he
strokes his cock afterwards a couple of times and removes the rest of the sperm
from it, he hisses through his teeth and finds his voice.
“That was great”, he says hopefully. “Thank
you”.
His thanks always make Catherine uncomfortable,
as if it were a service and not a mutual pleasure. She glances at him
reproachfully, and he smiles: “Right, I forgot, I take my thanks back. It was
great, though”.
Now she agrees lazily: “Yeah. One day I’ll
record the nonsense you’re saying and put it on the web. Then I’ll live off it
for the rest of my life”.
“Only if you update your record every week or
so”, David says. “Then I’ll even allow you to make an official soundtrack out
of it. And that’s a promise”.