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The air was soft and had a faint smell of static, mixed with an unknowable and pleasant organic scent. It was a familiar smell, soft and comforting and clean. Faint enough that Tyler could only get a whiff of it once in a while. He recognized it as the TARDIS atmosphere.
Tyler laid on his back with his sleeping husband, the Doctor, clinging to him in the dim light with his arm slung across his body and his head on his chest. He was naked and breathing softly. They both slept naked every night, save for the occasional thigh-high stockings that the Doctor wore because he knew that Tyler found them erotic. This morning was unusual, because the Doctor almost always woke up before Tyler did. Tyler only got to see his husband sleeping late at night when their room was dark.
Now the tendrils that twisted through the TARDIS walls were glowing faintly, with little specks of golden light dotting their surface. Those same specks would glow white and twinkle when the room was completely dark, resembling stars. Tyler had never seen the “morning” stage of the TARDIS’ internal clock. He knew that the machine was alive and operated on a telepathic level, and that the light inside accommodated for its passenger's personal sleep schedules, rather than mimicking a planet's rotation. The light was dim when they were just waking up, bright when they were awake, and dark when they needed sleep. The problem was, the TARDIS had a clear bias toward its closer and more treasured friend, the Doctor, meaning that it only ever bothered to match the lighting to his state. Tyler would often wake up after the Doctor had been awake for hours, opening his eyes to a bright room.
He gently shifted out from under the Doctor's embrace and stood, taking it all in before leaving the room. The corridor had a misty, dreamlike air that made Tyler feel light as he made his way toward the TARDIS kitchen.
Tyler tied an apron around his nude body. The lights began brightening as he flipped the pancakes, one by one. They were coming along nicely. Soft and fluffy with a gold tint along the edges. Tyler heard the Doctor yawn from their bedroom. Quickly, he prepared a stack of pancakes on a plate with a square of butter on top. He grabbed a bottle of maple syrup along with a can of whipped cream and brought them with the pancakes back to the Doctor.
“Tyty…?” He could hear him say as he approached their room. His voice was tired and he sounded confused.
“I'm here.” Tyler said as he entered the room.
The Doctor's face lit up as he realized he wasn't all alone. It was as if he'd been panicking for the few seconds he was awake and alone in an empty bed. “there you are! Oooh, what's this?”
“Breakfast.”
Tyler handed him the plate.
The Doctor eagerly poured maple syrup over the stack as Tyler sat beside him on the edge of the bed. Together they ate the pancakes. As Tyler chewed silently, the Doctor spoke through mouthfuls of food about anything that came to mind. Tyler nodded as his husband recounted what he'd dreamt the night before. From anyone else, this would irritate him, but Tyler loved listening to the Doctor speak endlessly about nothing.
“Here. You get the last bite,” Tyler said, interrupting the Doctor's ramble. He gathered the last bits of pancake onto his fork, dipped it in syrup, and held it to the Doctor's mouth. “Open up.”
The Doctor went quiet and opened his mouth wide, letting Tyler feed him the last bite of food. “Mmm…” he moaned. A drop of syrup drizzled down his chin, but before he could wipe it up, Tyler leaned in and licked it off for him. He let out a soft gasp, being slightly taken off guard by the strange gesture.
Tyler grinned and kissed him. “You taste good,” he whispered, making the Doctor shiver. The Doctor pulled his husband back into a deeper kiss. His hands gently threaded through Tyler's hair before setting the empty plate aside to pull him closer. Tyler felt the blood begin to rush to his cock, which twitched against the fabric of his apron. He started kissing the Doctor more roughly, who responded by giggling against his lips.
Tyler pulled his face away. “Let me try something…”
“What?” The Doctor asked, a little nervous but mostly excited.
Tyler got on his knees above him and pulled the blanket off, revealing his fully nude form.
“Oi!” The Doctor giggled, before Tyler pulled him down by his thighs so he was laying flat on his back. “What'd you think you're doing?”
Tyler ignored the question and grabbed the bottle of maple syrup off the bedside table. Without warning, he began pouring it out onto the Doctor's naked body.
The Doctor moaned as Tyler ran his tongue along his sensitive belly. His skin trembled slightly under Tyler's tongue. Tyler could feel the Doctor's cock hardening underneath him. He drizzled more syrup and continued licking, squeezing the Doctor's thighs in his large hands.
The Doctor opened his legs slightly, wordlessly telling his husband that he wanted more. Tyler kissed down his hip and started biting and sucking his inner thighs, causing him to open them wider. Tyler left love bites on the Doctor's skin, working painfully slowly just to savor his husband's body. The Doctor's hands continued running through Tyler's hair, silently begging for more.
Finally, Tyler gave in. He grabbed the syrup again and poured a drop of it onto the Doctor's erect penis.
The Doctor winced at this, as the syrup was slightly cold on his sensitive skin. “Wh- what are you… ah!”
Tyler wrapped his lips around his cock and caressed it with his tongue as he slowly licked it clean. It fit inside his mouth perfectly.
The Doctor moaned and Tyler felt his own cock harden even more. His favorite person in the entire universe tasted so good, and his voice was so beautiful it hurt. He wrapped his tongue around the underside of the Doctor's cock and sucked harder, just before pulling his mouth off with a light pop sound. He started stroking it in his hand instead and kissing his belly more before stopping completely.
The Doctor whined and pulled on Tyler's hair. “Hey, I was getting close…”
Tyler smirked and began pouring syrup on the Doctor's thighs and went back to licking and sucking on his skin. His lips made slurping sounds as he left gentle hickeys on the inside of the Doctor's thighs. He felt his skin tremble against his lips and grow warmer as the Doctor became more turned on.
The Doctor whimpered and reached for his own cock, but Tyler grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them down to the mattress.
“What's that for?” The Doctor asked.
“You don't get to rush,” Tyler explained simply. The pulsing and swelling in his cock had become unbearable but he was too busy worshiping the Doctor's body to pay it any mind. “Behave yourself, now,” he commanded, knowing that the Doctor would know exactly what he wanted from him just from the tone of his voice. He wasn't allowed to touch himself. It was Tyler's job to torture him, then overwhelm him with pleasure.
Tyler let go of his husband's wrists, but he kept them in place himself as if Tyler were still holding them there. He kissed the Doctor's thighs more as he reached for the can of whipped cream on their bedside table. His fingers gently rubbed against the Doctor's pussy, feeling how wet and sensitive it had become after his cock had been stimulated. He shook the can as he spread the Doctor's folds between his fingers, then sprayed whipped cream in a short line over his pussy.
The Doctor giggled, opening his legs a little as Tyler licked off the whipped cream, then sprayed on more. He was only doing it to barely stimulate him. Tyler felt his husband's fingers tangle in his hair as he kept doing this several times. Spraying on whipped cream, then licking it off, and barely giving the Doctor anything except for a few flicks of his tongue over his clit.
The Doctor pulled on Tyler's hair and let out a frustrated cry. “Just eat me out already, stop teasing!” He demanded.
Tyler smirked, finally deciding to give in. He looked up at his husband. His face was red and he could feel his heart racing through his body. He gave his pussy one more spray of whipped cream before taking it all in his mouth and sucking hard, focusing on the Doctor's clit. The whipped cream mixed with the saliva in Tyler's mouth and with the wetness of the Doctor's pussy. Tyler licked, hard this time, pushing his tongue against his clit and feeling his thighs tremble by his head. His pussy throbbed in his mouth.
Eventually, the mix of sweet and sour became only the taste of discharge as Tyler swallowed the whipped cream away, leaving only the taste of wet pussy. Tyler pulled his mouth away just for a second to spit harshly on the Doctor's cunt, immediately going back in to continue eating him out.
The Doctor moaned again as his body tensed. He gasped and arched his back, thrusting his hips against Tyler's face as he came and squirted in his mouth. Tyler continued licking as the Doctor writhed, swallowing the juice that hadn't leaked from his mouth.
Tyler pulled his mouth away and kissed the Doctor's thighs as he shook with the aftershocks. He sat up and looked down at the love of his life. His face was still red. He hadn't had a male orgasm, though, only a female one. It was rare for the Doctor to squirt from his female organs without also ejaculating from his penis.
Both of their cocks were still throbbing hard and Tyler was beginning to hurt. The fabric of his apron brushed lightly against his tip every time he moved, reminding him of his own neglected arousal. He could hold off a little longer, though, knowing that the wait would be worth it. The Doctor moaned softly as Tyler gave his balls gentle kisses, then his cock, then his belly. Tyler could still taste remnants of the syrup that he had poured over his husband's body. It had left his skin sweet and sticky.
He kissed the Doctor's belly button before working further up his body, causing him to moan again at the feeling of his tongue on his skin.
“I love you…” he whined. Tyler was too busy working with his mouth to say it back. Instead, he hummed against the Doctor's chest, knowing that he would know what he meant. The Doctor gasped as Tyler bit his nipple gently. “What-”
Tyler pulled his face away with a smirk and grabbed the bottle of syrup once again. The Doctor gave him a nervous look, yet nodded for him to go on with a shaky smile on his blushing face. Tyler chuckled and let a small drop of syrup fall onto his husband's nipple, then licked it off. The Doctor moaned again and Tyler felt his nipple harden under his tongue.
His body was intoxicating. He couldn't stop himself anymore. Tyler moved his apron to the side and began stroking his cock in his hand as he continued licking the Doctor's nipple.
The Doctor tapped on Tyler's shoulder, causing him to stop and look at him. “Yeah?”
“Can I…?” The Doctor whispered.
“Can you what?”
The Doctor reached down and began stroking Tyler's cock alongside his hand. He looked into Tyler's eyes, pleading. “Let me taste you.”
Tyler sat up and leaned back. He held the base of his cock, allowing the Doctor to get on his hands and knees in front of him in bed. The doctor smirked. “Now it's my turn…” he said, giving Tyler a slutty shoulder roll as he took the syrup. He drizzled a thin line of it along Tyler's cock and began rubbing it into his skin.
Tyler winced as the sticky substance spread along his sensitive skin. He almost pushed the Doctor away once he felt a little bit of it go under his foreskin. He cringed at the alien feeling.
The Doctor giggled. “What's the matter, big boy?” He teased, before taking Tyler's cock into his mouth and stroking him harder as he began sucking.
Tyler moaned softly. “Fuck…” He felt his husband moan against his cock, sending vibrations into his body. The Doctor took his cock deeper and began to gag on it with every push.
Suddenly, Tyler grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face off his cock. The Doctor looked up with watery eyes and a flushed face, panting. Tyler took his cock in his hand and slapped his face with it. The mixture of syrup and spit that coated Tyler's cock made a sticky mess of the Doctor's face.
The Doctor looked up with his big, wet, brown eyes and opened his mouth wide. His tongue stuck out far. Tyler smacked his tongue with his cock a few times before pulling away and jerking off in front of his face. He felt his entire pelvic area tense up and he groaned and panted, ejaculating all over his lover's face. The cum dripped down from the Doctor's mouth and onto his body. He was a mess. .
Tyler grabbed the Doctor's shoulders and sat down in front of him on the mattress. His hand slid to the back of his neck as they kissed and the Doctor climbed into his lap.
The Doctor pulled away for a moment, gasping. “Get this out of the way…” he begged, untying the apron and pulling it off of Tyler's body. He threw it to the floor and resumed kissing him with his legs wrapped around him.
Tyler moaned into the Doctor's mouth and squeezed his hips once he felt him begin to grind on him. The Doctor's cock pushed against Tyler's stomach as he dragged his hot cunt along his length.
The Doctor couldn't take it anymore. He whimpered as he lifted himself higher and Tyler leaned back, allowing him to sit on his cock. His pussy stretched over Tyler's head.
“Fuck…” the Doctor moaned. Tyler could feel him quiver and pulse tightly around him. Once he realized that movement might be difficult due to both of their genitals being covered in sticky syrup, Tyler rubbed his husband's thighs reassuringly, an unspoken promise that he could take it as slow as he needed to.
The Doctor turned around slightly to grab the bottle of maple syrup again. He pulled himself off of Tyler's cock by only a couple inches and poured more out onto him. Tyler winced at the feeling again. The new syrup was cold on his cock and sent a shiver up his spine, making the Doctor giggle at his reaction.
“Youre so cute,” the Doctor said, then pushed himself back down to the base of Tyler's cock with a small moan.
The additional syrup “lube” was going to dry up and become sticky again fast, so they had to make this quick, and they both knew it. The couple locked eyes and their bodies shook roughly. The Doctor wrapped his legs around Tyler's waist and rocked his hips, pushing himself further onto his cock and trying to get it to touch that one special spot inside him.
His head fell back. “Tyler…!”
Tyler could feel his husband's body shaking in his arms as he rocked his hips up against him. His face in front of him was beautifully red and his eyes were wet with pleasure. The extra friction from the perpetually drying syrup between them created a level of pleasure never before experienced by either of them.
Tyler felt his husband's pussy pulse and tighten around him. “Are you gonna come, baby?” He whispered to the Doctor as his hands gripped firmly at the sides of his waist.
“Yeah… yeah… coming…!” The Doctor whined between moans. His breath was hot on Tyler's face.
Without skipping a beat, Tyler pushed the Doctor onto his back. His body bounced on the mattress just before Tyler pushed his hand against his chest to hold him down as he kept going. The Doctor gasped at the sudden change, and began moaning louder in ecstasy. Tyler wrapped his hand around the Doctor's throat. His neck felt so small and delicate in his huge hand.
The Doctor lifted his legs and hooked his knees over Tyler's shoulders. Tyler's cock began to throb, desperate for climax as he folded the smaller man's body in half and pounded him into their bed. His face started burning up and he began moaning with him. The Doctor's eyes opened and he looked up at Tyler with delight upon hearing him join in.
The syrup was dry now, but the Doctor's hot fluids more than made up for it. .
Suddenly, the Doctor stopped rocking. He spread his legs, moving away from Tyler's shoulders to either side of his body and quivered as his back arched. He gasped.
“Oh my god, OH MY GOD…”
Tyler kept going. He thrusted his body against the bed and squeezed the Doctor's neck tighter.
The Doctor writhed under him as overwhelming ecstasy shot through his body. Although he didn't squirt this time, Tyler could tell he was experiencing male and female orgasms simultaneously. His cock bounced against his belly and tainted his skin with obscene globs of semen.
The Doctor cried out, feeling overwhelmed as his orgasm turned his brain to static and the world around him blurred. All that his mind could process as Tyler fucked him was extreme amounts of dopamine that overrode anything else.
Tyler would normally keep going longer through the Doctor’s orgasm, but he couldn't this time. Instead, he immediately came inside him with violent thrusts. He squeezed the Doctor's neck even harder as he climaxed and moaned loudly. His cock exploded in spasms and heat as his balls tightened.
“Fuck…!”
Their bodies went limp. Tyler laid on top of his husband and breathed heavily on him. He grunted as he started pulling out, but the Doctor grabbed his ass.
“Wait! Stay inside…” he begged, trying to hold him back from pulling out. “...I need you inside me.”
Tyler sighed and relaxed, leaving his softening cock inside his husband's warm pussy. He could still feel him squeezing around him from the aftershocks. Tyler kissed his forehead and the Doctor nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
The Doctor wrapped his arms around Tyler, caressing his back and exploring his muscles under his fingertips as they breathed together. Their minds were linked now. They didn't need words for their affection. In fact, words wouldn't suffice. Instead, they held and caressed each other in the afterglow and communicated telepathically. Raw emotions passed back and forth between them, no language needed. Every feeling was mutual. Every sentiment was reciprocated tenfold each time.