Work Text:
The sound of the piano's keys being pressed arrhythmically echoed in the room, the result of how Dottore moved his fingers slowly and pressed down at the specific spot. For someone who owned the title of the Doctor and knew how to play the piano, he surely was precise with the way his fingers moved.
Of course, Pantalone knew this better than anyone else. Two of Dottore's fingers were deep inside him, and the thumb from another hand was in his mouth.
The random keys were pressed by Pantalone again as Dottore curled his digits up, the tips of his fingers meeting Pantalone's most sensitive spot. Sitting on the same piano stool, the ninth of the Harbingers leaned back until his back was against Dottore's chest. When he looked up, he saw the smirk from the Doctor, seeming to be enjoying this a little bit too much.
Since Dottore had told, or more like commanded, him to put his hands on the piano, Pantalone could only follow the instruction obediently. If the pleasure was too much, since he had nothing to hold onto, he could only grip the piano, which ended up creating non-existing cords and melodies.
He could no longer tell what the loudest voice in the room was. Was it the metronome that had been doing its work at a steady click, the sound of him pressing the piano randomly, the wet sound from where Dottore was fingering him, or the sound of his gagged moan as the other man put more pressure by pressing on his tongue? He was too lost in the pleasure to care right now, and he didn't think Dottore would want to know either.
Pantalone couldn't make out what dirty things Dottore was whispering into his ear before his neck was kissed. The only thing he knew was that a finger was then added inside him afterward, the speed of Dottore's wrist matching with the metronome, which is conducting every sound in the room in fast beats.
The friction from how Dottore grazed his gloved fingers along his walls was so painfully pleasing for Pantalone. However, when he was close to orgasm, Dottore withdrew his fingers, leaving his hole to clench around nothing as if it was silently begging for more.
Tears blurred his vision as it came into contact with the lens of his glasses. Dottore told him to beg, but he didn't pull out the finger in his mouth. If anything, it was pressed further than where it was earlier.
Inaudible sentences left Pantalone's lips, and Dottore made him use his words more as he slapped the banker's face again and again until he was pleased.
Pantalone lost count of how many times he had to try his best to repeat the same thing until Dottore decided to let his mouth be free for a second before he was pulled into a deep and sensual kiss.
Right after Dottore inserted his fingers in his hole again, Pantalone met the orgasm that drove him high. He moaned into Dottore's lips as the sound of the piano erupted again. After they broke the kiss, Dottore placed a kiss on Pantalone's temple tenderly before he praised Pantalone for how sweet his voice was when he squirmed under the Doctor's touch.
It only served as a fuel, for they both knew that what they just had wasn't the last song they would be dueting together tonight.