WARNING: BoyxBoy, make-out
So wrong...the tenth incarnation of the Doctor repeated in his head. This was so wrong...
He was being pushed against the iconically blue door of the TARDIS, a pair of hands gripping the front of his brown pinstriped suit, forcing his mouth against someone else's, someone he knew all too well. The Master.
So wrong...yet he found himself kissing back with enthusiasm he didn't know he had, then eventually parting his lips slightly, letting the other's tongue in his mouth.
The kiss broke apart after a few moments, both gasping for air. For but a second, the Doctor was able to see logic through the confusion filling his head.
"St...stop..." He murmured, his voice rough. He raised his arms to push him away, but the Master pressed the other Time Lord's wrists against the door of the TARDIS.
He threw his head back against the TARDIS with a sharp groan, torn between resisting or giving in.
The Master took the unintentional invitation and started pressing kisses to the Doctor's throat, making his refusal harder.
The Doctor ceased fighting against the hands on his wrists, but protests still occasionally slipped from his mouth, accompanied by a few breathy moans. As the blonde wrapped his arms around the Doctor's torso, he heard the Doctor stutter,
"Nngh...th-this is...w-wrong..." His voice was shaking, distracted by the rough kisses on his neck.
"Mm?" The other hummed, his lips still on the Doctor's throat. "What's so wrong about it, Doctor?" When the Doctor didn't answer, the Master softly bit the Doctor's neck.
The Doctor could only gasp softly in response.
"Answer me," He persuaded with a menacing tone, pressing a hand to his cheek and jerking his face so that he was looking straight at him.
The Doctor could only produce a few stutters, but couldn't put together a coherent answer.
"So, stop complaining," The Master ordered, shoving his mouth against the Doctor's roughly.
The Doctor felt his refusal start to wear thin, his desire for the Master starting to overtake anything else he was feeling. His shaking hands involuntarily shoved into the Master's bleach blonde hair, holding his lips against his own. The Master's hand still on his cheek, he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.
"S-so wrong...M-Master..." The Doctor moaned into the Master's mouth.
"Mm...maybe, Doctor," The Master reached up and pulled a fistful of the Doctor's spiky hair, yanking his head against the TARDIS door. The Master grinned in satisfaction at the noise the Doctor made. "but..." He continued, his mouth dangerously close to the Doctor's ear. "sooo right."