Entrelacement (Drabble Project, Day 92)
Apr. 2nd, 2012 04:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
were_lemurDoctor Who, Doctor/Master, adult, not mine. Telepathic sex is even more fun!
They're moving together, bodies synchronized, but it's not enough. "Contact," he breathes, and their minds mesh like perfectly machined gears, like they were meant to be part of each other. He's not sure anymore where the boundary is between Doctor and Master; he experiences everything.
The hand in his hair, the strands twining around his fingers.
The mouth pressed to his neck, the taste of salt and honey on his tongue.
The tight heat he's thrusting into, the pleasure as he's stretched and filled.
Their orgasm dances between them like lightning until they collapse, bodies spent, minds still locked together.
They're moving together, bodies synchronized, but it's not enough. "Contact," he breathes, and their minds mesh like perfectly machined gears, like they were meant to be part of each other. He's not sure anymore where the boundary is between Doctor and Master; he experiences everything.
The hand in his hair, the strands twining around his fingers.
The mouth pressed to his neck, the taste of salt and honey on his tongue.
The tight heat he's thrusting into, the pleasure as he's stretched and filled.
Their orgasm dances between them like lightning until they collapse, bodies spent, minds still locked together.
