Love Letters - Senses: Sight (1/7)
TITLE: Senses: Sight
Series | Arc: Love Letters | Senses 1/7
Age | Sequence: 214 | 1
Author: von_gelmini
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Theta/Koschei
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 615
Contains: explicit sex
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. I am not writing this for profit.
A/N: This is the first of seven stories based on the seven senses of Time Lords: Sight, Scent, Taste, Touch, Hearing, Psi, and Time.
Senses: Sight
It was so late that it was almost early when Koschei came home from the lab. He sat in the chair by his closet and began to undress. The dawn was just beginning to break and it’s pale orange light illuminated the bed. One shoe in his hand, he stopped. During the night, Theta had thrown the covers off. Koschei had seen his lover’s naked body for two centuries, but it still had the power to transfix him.
Theta had curled into almost a fetal position, but with one long leg stretched out below him. Koschei’s eyes followed the curve of his back. He was so thin, that even from the distance, he could almost count his ribs and the knobs of his spine stood out in sharp relief through skin so pale it seemed translucent. The purest white marble from Artratia VI couldn’t compare to its delicacy. Too ethereal to touch, yet Koschei’s hands had been there often. His fingers clutched that narrow waist so hard, he’d left bruises on that perfection. His whip had turned that white a rosy red as Theta begged him for more. It was impossible that such beauty belonged to him.
The bony protrusion of Theta’s hip angled sharply before rounding out into the globes of his arse. Koschei had groped, bitten, smacked, rimmed, caressed, and fucked that arse. Fucked. His hard cock sliding along the cleft, frotting as he grabbed Theta’s hips so hard he would leave finger marks. Pulling his arse back against his groin, each stroke bringing him closer to Theta’s hole. Sliding into that tight warmth, feeling Theta clutching around him, pushing back, forcing him deeper, calling out his name and pleading with need as he opened to Koschei. Slow and deep or hard and fast, burying himself within his love, claiming his right to Theta’s body, taking all that he was given and then some. Possessing. Owning. His own needs satisfied by Theta’s desires. All that contained in the sight of that sinuous curve revealed in the rising sunlight. His eyes going where his body longed for.
Stretched out and curled up, Theta’s long legs made graceful lines on the burgundy silk sheet. Pale pink against darkest red. Slender thighs and curving calves hiding the wiry strength they’d built up from running - always to Koschei, never away. The ginger hairs picking up the color of the light coming in through the window.
Koschei’s eyes slowly roamed back up Theta’s body to the back of his head. His beautiful lover with hair the color of the sun. Hair so fine it could never stay put. It moved as he moved. It fell across his face, taunting Koschei’s fingers to push it away. Begging Koschei’s hands to grab it as he pulled Theta into a kiss.
Theta turned his head, waking and smiling at Koschei. “Morning, lover.” His dark blue eyes twinkled. “I felt you.”
“Guilty as charged,” Koschei said, dropping his shoe and moving to the bed. “Can I help it if you are the most beautiful sight in the galaxy?”
Theta chuckled and rolled over, curling around Koschei’s side. “I missed you last night.”
“You have me this morning.”
“Mmm, so I do.” Theta slid around and rested his head on Koschei’s thigh.
And at last Koschei could touch what his eyes had seen. He brushed the unruly hair from Theta’s face. His hand caressed the back of his neck and then stroked down his back. Theta nearly purred like a cat. “I love you, Theta Sigma.”
“Forever, my Koschei. Now finish getting undressed and get into this bed with me.”
Smiling, Koschei complied.
Series | Arc: Love Letters | Senses 1/7
Age | Sequence: 214 | 1
Author: von_gelmini
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Theta/Koschei
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 615
Contains: explicit sex
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. I am not writing this for profit.
A/N: This is the first of seven stories based on the seven senses of Time Lords: Sight, Scent, Taste, Touch, Hearing, Psi, and Time.
Senses: Sight
It was so late that it was almost early when Koschei came home from the lab. He sat in the chair by his closet and began to undress. The dawn was just beginning to break and it’s pale orange light illuminated the bed. One shoe in his hand, he stopped. During the night, Theta had thrown the covers off. Koschei had seen his lover’s naked body for two centuries, but it still had the power to transfix him.
Theta had curled into almost a fetal position, but with one long leg stretched out below him. Koschei’s eyes followed the curve of his back. He was so thin, that even from the distance, he could almost count his ribs and the knobs of his spine stood out in sharp relief through skin so pale it seemed translucent. The purest white marble from Artratia VI couldn’t compare to its delicacy. Too ethereal to touch, yet Koschei’s hands had been there often. His fingers clutched that narrow waist so hard, he’d left bruises on that perfection. His whip had turned that white a rosy red as Theta begged him for more. It was impossible that such beauty belonged to him.
The bony protrusion of Theta’s hip angled sharply before rounding out into the globes of his arse. Koschei had groped, bitten, smacked, rimmed, caressed, and fucked that arse. Fucked. His hard cock sliding along the cleft, frotting as he grabbed Theta’s hips so hard he would leave finger marks. Pulling his arse back against his groin, each stroke bringing him closer to Theta’s hole. Sliding into that tight warmth, feeling Theta clutching around him, pushing back, forcing him deeper, calling out his name and pleading with need as he opened to Koschei. Slow and deep or hard and fast, burying himself within his love, claiming his right to Theta’s body, taking all that he was given and then some. Possessing. Owning. His own needs satisfied by Theta’s desires. All that contained in the sight of that sinuous curve revealed in the rising sunlight. His eyes going where his body longed for.
Stretched out and curled up, Theta’s long legs made graceful lines on the burgundy silk sheet. Pale pink against darkest red. Slender thighs and curving calves hiding the wiry strength they’d built up from running - always to Koschei, never away. The ginger hairs picking up the color of the light coming in through the window.
Koschei’s eyes slowly roamed back up Theta’s body to the back of his head. His beautiful lover with hair the color of the sun. Hair so fine it could never stay put. It moved as he moved. It fell across his face, taunting Koschei’s fingers to push it away. Begging Koschei’s hands to grab it as he pulled Theta into a kiss.
Theta turned his head, waking and smiling at Koschei. “Morning, lover.” His dark blue eyes twinkled. “I felt you.”
“Guilty as charged,” Koschei said, dropping his shoe and moving to the bed. “Can I help it if you are the most beautiful sight in the galaxy?”
Theta chuckled and rolled over, curling around Koschei’s side. “I missed you last night.”
“You have me this morning.”
“Mmm, so I do.” Theta slid around and rested his head on Koschei’s thigh.
And at last Koschei could touch what his eyes had seen. He brushed the unruly hair from Theta’s face. His hand caressed the back of his neck and then stroked down his back. Theta nearly purred like a cat. “I love you, Theta Sigma.”
“Forever, my Koschei. Now finish getting undressed and get into this bed with me.”
Smiling, Koschei complied.