Starry Night (Eleven/Vincent/Amy, NC-18)
Title: Starry Night
Author: von_gelmini
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Eleven/Vincent van Gogh/Amy
Rating: NC-18
WordCount: 1142
Written for Doctor Who Fic Bingo, prompt: Vincent van Gogh.
Also written for 5_prompts, table 19 #2: Nothing quite so beautiful.
Starry Night
It was the most wonderful feeling, laying in the grass, holding hands with Amy and the Doctor. Vincent explained the things he saw when he looked at the splendor of the night sky, and it was almost like these two actually understood him. Especially the Doctor. He was so different from anyone Vincent had met. Not human. That was nearly impossible to imagine. In their quiet contemplation though, he could hear the odd beat of the Doctor’s heart. He felt the strange pulse in his hand. Not human. Not bound by Earthly convention or narrow-minded religion.
And Amy. Beautiful Amy. He looked at her and smiled. That ginger hair, the bright smile, the youthful exuberance, and the sunflowers. Whenever he saw her, he saw her surrounded by sunflowers. They were the ugliest flowers in the world, in Vincent’s eyes, but when she held them they radiated beauty.
Amy rolled to her side, lying along Vincent’s. The Doctor moved to lie along the other. Amy scooted up. Bending over Vincent, she kissed him. He was startled, but kissed her back. He’d been imagining this since she’d brought him the flowers. Tenderly he explored her mouth, feeling his passion returned from her.
He felt the Doctor’s hand exploring his chest, softly trailing up to the fastenings of his shirt, slowly opening them. His hand was cool, almost cold. Yet in a way, it exuded warmth, the warmth of emotion. It was strange, being touched so erotically by another man. But this wasn’t another man. He was an inhuman being from a far off world. And so, perhaps the customs of sex were different there. And so, perhaps for this one night, it was acceptable to yield to temptation, to imagine himself in another time and place.
His shirt now fully open, the Doctor’s hand explored his torso. He leaned over Vincent and began to trail kisses after the touches. He gasped as the Doctor licked his nipple then took it into his mouth, sucking it. Their kiss broken, Amy followed the Doctor’s lead and kissed her way down to his other nipple. He moaned and closed his eyes. Bright streaks of color and shape played across his inner vision, matching the intensity of the sensation.
The Doctor reached down to unfasten his trousers and he pushed them down, freeing his erection. Encircling his cock in his cool hands, the Doctor moved his mouth from his nipple. He tongued and kissed his way down his stomach while his hand stroked Vincent’s penis. The dual sensation was overwhelming. He was shocked when the Doctor slid his foreskin back and put his mouth on his cock.
Amy released Vincent’s nipple. She sat back and quickly undressed. Her body was the closest thing to perfection he had ever seen. The sheen of her ivory skin in the starlight was unlike anything else on Earth. He wondered if he could ever match that color, show that smooth unblemished texture. She straddled him across his stomach. He was surprised to see that her pubic hair had been mostly shaved off, save a teasing strip in the middle. He reached out and briefly touched the ginger curls. She leaned over, putting her hands on his shoulders. Her breasts presented themselves to his touch and he did not deny them. As the Doctor took him fully in his mouth, he squeezed his hands around Amy’s breasts. When she gasped, he feared he had hurt her, but the smile on her face told him otherwise.
The Doctor swirled his tongue once more over the head of his cock and then released it from his lips. Amy moved further down his body, poised over his erection. The Doctor moved his cock into position, sliding his hand down and off as Amy slid her warm wetness down onto him. He reached down and grabbed her waist, holding her there. Her warmth contrasted so with the coolness of the Doctor’s mouth that she felt like a flame surrounding him. Vincent bucked his hips up, diving deeper into that fire.
Amy pulled herself higher up onto her knees, giving Vincent room to raise and lower his hips. The Doctor stood and undressed himself. Vincent couldn’t help watching him remove his strange clothes even as he drove his cock into Amy’s quim. As the Doctor lowered his trousers releasing his erection, Vincent gasped at the sight. Proud and erect, it was undeniably the essence of manhood.
The Doctor stood beside Amy, and she turned her head, taking him into her mouth. He stared, open mouthed, and looked at their beauty in the impossible brilliance of the lighted darkness. Amy lowered herself down onto him again. His hands on her hips, he rose to meet her. Watching her suck the Doctor’s cock was stunningly erotic and drove him to thrust faster into Amy. She brought herself down, holding Vincent’s ass to the ground. She circled her hips, grinding into him. Her mouth opened around the Doctor’s cock and she moaned. She closed her lips around him again and rubbed her clit against Vincent’s pelvis, all the while moaning around the Doctor, taking him deeper into her mouth. At last having him completely in her throat, she rocked back and forth on Vincent until she gave a muffled groan of pleasure. The Doctor looked down at him, locking their eyes, and came in Amy’s mouth.
Toulouse might have tried to capture that image, he was that bold. But Vincent knew that no paint and canvas could ever express the sight of the Doctor’s and Amy’s orgasm.
Amy let the Doctor’s cock slip from her lips and turned to Vincent again. She was still shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm. The Doctor lay himself down along Vincent’s side again. Leaning over he kissed him deeply. Amy rode him faster and harder, working herself into coming again and again. Her pulsing hot quim around him was too much and Vincent came inside her.
She rolled to lay at Vincent’s other side. They fell to kissing each other, the Doctor and Vincent, Vincent and Amy, Amy and the Doctor. Even once a clumsy but lovely attempt to kiss all together at one time.
The Doctor slid his arm under his neck and snuggled Vincent against him. Amy moved into the crook of his arm and rested her ginger head upon his chest.
Vincent listened to that strange heartbeat, felt the Doctor’s long fingers gently stroking his face, felt his lips kissing his head. He twined his fingers in Amy’s hair, petting her, feeling the warm, smooth skin of her back. They lay like that for as long as they could. Eventually the chill of the night air forced them apart. They found their clothes and dressed.
Holding hands, Vincent in the middle, they made their way back to his little yellow house.
Author: von_gelmini
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Eleven/Vincent van Gogh/Amy
Rating: NC-18
WordCount: 1142
Written for Doctor Who Fic Bingo, prompt: Vincent van Gogh.
Also written for 5_prompts, table 19 #2: Nothing quite so beautiful.
Starry Night
It was the most wonderful feeling, laying in the grass, holding hands with Amy and the Doctor. Vincent explained the things he saw when he looked at the splendor of the night sky, and it was almost like these two actually understood him. Especially the Doctor. He was so different from anyone Vincent had met. Not human. That was nearly impossible to imagine. In their quiet contemplation though, he could hear the odd beat of the Doctor’s heart. He felt the strange pulse in his hand. Not human. Not bound by Earthly convention or narrow-minded religion.
And Amy. Beautiful Amy. He looked at her and smiled. That ginger hair, the bright smile, the youthful exuberance, and the sunflowers. Whenever he saw her, he saw her surrounded by sunflowers. They were the ugliest flowers in the world, in Vincent’s eyes, but when she held them they radiated beauty.
Amy rolled to her side, lying along Vincent’s. The Doctor moved to lie along the other. Amy scooted up. Bending over Vincent, she kissed him. He was startled, but kissed her back. He’d been imagining this since she’d brought him the flowers. Tenderly he explored her mouth, feeling his passion returned from her.
He felt the Doctor’s hand exploring his chest, softly trailing up to the fastenings of his shirt, slowly opening them. His hand was cool, almost cold. Yet in a way, it exuded warmth, the warmth of emotion. It was strange, being touched so erotically by another man. But this wasn’t another man. He was an inhuman being from a far off world. And so, perhaps the customs of sex were different there. And so, perhaps for this one night, it was acceptable to yield to temptation, to imagine himself in another time and place.
His shirt now fully open, the Doctor’s hand explored his torso. He leaned over Vincent and began to trail kisses after the touches. He gasped as the Doctor licked his nipple then took it into his mouth, sucking it. Their kiss broken, Amy followed the Doctor’s lead and kissed her way down to his other nipple. He moaned and closed his eyes. Bright streaks of color and shape played across his inner vision, matching the intensity of the sensation.
The Doctor reached down to unfasten his trousers and he pushed them down, freeing his erection. Encircling his cock in his cool hands, the Doctor moved his mouth from his nipple. He tongued and kissed his way down his stomach while his hand stroked Vincent’s penis. The dual sensation was overwhelming. He was shocked when the Doctor slid his foreskin back and put his mouth on his cock.
Amy released Vincent’s nipple. She sat back and quickly undressed. Her body was the closest thing to perfection he had ever seen. The sheen of her ivory skin in the starlight was unlike anything else on Earth. He wondered if he could ever match that color, show that smooth unblemished texture. She straddled him across his stomach. He was surprised to see that her pubic hair had been mostly shaved off, save a teasing strip in the middle. He reached out and briefly touched the ginger curls. She leaned over, putting her hands on his shoulders. Her breasts presented themselves to his touch and he did not deny them. As the Doctor took him fully in his mouth, he squeezed his hands around Amy’s breasts. When she gasped, he feared he had hurt her, but the smile on her face told him otherwise.
The Doctor swirled his tongue once more over the head of his cock and then released it from his lips. Amy moved further down his body, poised over his erection. The Doctor moved his cock into position, sliding his hand down and off as Amy slid her warm wetness down onto him. He reached down and grabbed her waist, holding her there. Her warmth contrasted so with the coolness of the Doctor’s mouth that she felt like a flame surrounding him. Vincent bucked his hips up, diving deeper into that fire.
Amy pulled herself higher up onto her knees, giving Vincent room to raise and lower his hips. The Doctor stood and undressed himself. Vincent couldn’t help watching him remove his strange clothes even as he drove his cock into Amy’s quim. As the Doctor lowered his trousers releasing his erection, Vincent gasped at the sight. Proud and erect, it was undeniably the essence of manhood.
The Doctor stood beside Amy, and she turned her head, taking him into her mouth. He stared, open mouthed, and looked at their beauty in the impossible brilliance of the lighted darkness. Amy lowered herself down onto him again. His hands on her hips, he rose to meet her. Watching her suck the Doctor’s cock was stunningly erotic and drove him to thrust faster into Amy. She brought herself down, holding Vincent’s ass to the ground. She circled her hips, grinding into him. Her mouth opened around the Doctor’s cock and she moaned. She closed her lips around him again and rubbed her clit against Vincent’s pelvis, all the while moaning around the Doctor, taking him deeper into her mouth. At last having him completely in her throat, she rocked back and forth on Vincent until she gave a muffled groan of pleasure. The Doctor looked down at him, locking their eyes, and came in Amy’s mouth.
Toulouse might have tried to capture that image, he was that bold. But Vincent knew that no paint and canvas could ever express the sight of the Doctor’s and Amy’s orgasm.
Amy let the Doctor’s cock slip from her lips and turned to Vincent again. She was still shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm. The Doctor lay himself down along Vincent’s side again. Leaning over he kissed him deeply. Amy rode him faster and harder, working herself into coming again and again. Her pulsing hot quim around him was too much and Vincent came inside her.
She rolled to lay at Vincent’s other side. They fell to kissing each other, the Doctor and Vincent, Vincent and Amy, Amy and the Doctor. Even once a clumsy but lovely attempt to kiss all together at one time.
The Doctor slid his arm under his neck and snuggled Vincent against him. Amy moved into the crook of his arm and rested her ginger head upon his chest.
Vincent listened to that strange heartbeat, felt the Doctor’s long fingers gently stroking his face, felt his lips kissing his head. He twined his fingers in Amy’s hair, petting her, feeling the warm, smooth skin of her back. They lay like that for as long as they could. Eventually the chill of the night air forced them apart. They found their clothes and dressed.
Holding hands, Vincent in the middle, they made their way back to his little yellow house.