He stepped behind the Doctor, positioning himself between the other man's spread legs, and ran his palms down the slender back from the shoulder blades to the waist. He reached around to the front, his fingertips first meeting the coarse fuzz of pubic hair and then the base of the Doctor's erection. He could feel the slim man shiver in his embrace and moved his hips forward so his crotch was pressed against the man's ass.
"Hello, Doctor," he whispered against the side of the Doctor's neck. "I'm thrilled to meet you. My name is Spike." He flicked his tongue against the Doctor's skin, and the Doctor pressed backwards against him. Spike chuckled. "You're eager. I like it."
The man in the suit had stepped back, and Spike could feel his eyes on him as he started to run his hand along the Doctor's cock. It was already slick with some kind of lube, and Spike used his free hand to unto his own belt buckle and pants. He ran his tongue over the Doctor's neck, then lightly grazed the salty-tasting skin with his teeth. The Doctor let out a low moan and arched his back.
"I said no biting," Spike heard the man in the suit say.
He turned his head to look at him. "I think he likes it, though."
"He would." The man just remained standing there, watching attentively but impartially, and suddenly Spike found that returning his attention to the Doctor seemed like a good idea. He slid his right hand all the way downwards to run gentle fingers over the Doctor's balls, while he used his other hand to free his own cock, pushing his pants down and out of the way. He gave himself a couple of quick strokes, then moved in closer again, pressing his crotch against the Doctor's naked skin. He reached around the Doctor and wrapped his left hand around his slick erection, starting a slow massage, now and again flicking his thumb over the head. The Doctor's moans got louder, and Spike could feel the man's shoulders twitch as he began to pull on his restraints.
"Now there," Spike said quietly against the Doctor's neck and began to move his hips in a slow rhythm. "I won't have any of that." He licked the top of the Doctor's ear and then bit it, briefly but not exactly lightly, his own shoulders tensing as he prepared himself for another rebuke by the strange man in the suit.
It didn't come, though. The Doctor, who'd uttered a small muffled cry when Spike had bit him, had begun to pant now, the gag apparently making breathing a more complicated task than usually. Spike could feel a small bead of precome as he ran his thumb over the head of the Doctor's cock, and he moved his right hand from the Doctor's balls upwards, using both hands now to stroke and caress.
"Fuck him."
Despite his earlier feelings of wariness, Spike turned his head to look at the man in the suit. "What?"
"I said, I want you to fuck him."
Their eyes met, and all of a sudden, Spike felt as if he were the one tied to the console, divested of all control. Acting almost automatically, he moved back and used his right hand, slick with lube and precome, to seek out the Doctor's anus. Apparently, he actually had interrupted the two other men in the middle of something, because the Doctor was already stretched and lubricated. Spike still slid two long fingers inside, moving them around until he could tell he'd found the sensitive spot when the Doctor tensed and pushed back against him.
He spent a few moments on this, making the Doctor shiver and moan, continuing to slowly run his left hand up and down the Doctor's cock until he could feel the Doctor's back stiffen underneath him. He let off, pulling his hands back and placing them on the Doctor's narrow hips. The Doctor let out a sound that Spike thought sounded almost frustrated, and his shoulders relaxed a bit. When Spike was sure that the Doctor had moved well back from the edge of his climax, he began to slowly push inside him.
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"Hello, Doctor," he whispered against the side of the Doctor's neck. "I'm thrilled to meet you. My name is Spike." He flicked his tongue against the Doctor's skin, and the Doctor pressed backwards against him. Spike chuckled. "You're eager. I like it."
The man in the suit had stepped back, and Spike could feel his eyes on him as he started to run his hand along the Doctor's cock. It was already slick with some kind of lube, and Spike used his free hand to unto his own belt buckle and pants. He ran his tongue over the Doctor's neck, then lightly grazed the salty-tasting skin with his teeth. The Doctor let out a low moan and arched his back.
"I said no biting," Spike heard the man in the suit say.
He turned his head to look at him. "I think he likes it, though."
"He would." The man just remained standing there, watching attentively but impartially, and suddenly Spike found that returning his attention to the Doctor seemed like a good idea. He slid his right hand all the way downwards to run gentle fingers over the Doctor's balls, while he used his other hand to free his own cock, pushing his pants down and out of the way. He gave himself a couple of quick strokes, then moved in closer again, pressing his crotch against the Doctor's naked skin. He reached around the Doctor and wrapped his left hand around his slick erection, starting a slow massage, now and again flicking his thumb over the head. The Doctor's moans got louder, and Spike could feel the man's shoulders twitch as he began to pull on his restraints.
"Now there," Spike said quietly against the Doctor's neck and began to move his hips in a slow rhythm. "I won't have any of that." He licked the top of the Doctor's ear and then bit it, briefly but not exactly lightly, his own shoulders tensing as he prepared himself for another rebuke by the strange man in the suit.
It didn't come, though. The Doctor, who'd uttered a small muffled cry when Spike had bit him, had begun to pant now, the gag apparently making breathing a more complicated task than usually. Spike could feel a small bead of precome as he ran his thumb over the head of the Doctor's cock, and he moved his right hand from the Doctor's balls upwards, using both hands now to stroke and caress.
"Fuck him."
Despite his earlier feelings of wariness, Spike turned his head to look at the man in the suit. "What?"
"I said, I want you to fuck him."
Their eyes met, and all of a sudden, Spike felt as if he were the one tied to the console, divested of all control. Acting almost automatically, he moved back and used his right hand, slick with lube and precome, to seek out the Doctor's anus. Apparently, he actually had interrupted the two other men in the middle of something, because the Doctor was already stretched and lubricated. Spike still slid two long fingers inside, moving them around until he could tell he'd found the sensitive spot when the Doctor tensed and pushed back against him.
He spent a few moments on this, making the Doctor shiver and moan, continuing to slowly run his left hand up and down the Doctor's cock until he could feel the Doctor's back stiffen underneath him. He let off, pulling his hands back and placing them on the Doctor's narrow hips. The Doctor let out a sound that Spike thought sounded almost frustrated, and his shoulders relaxed a bit. When Spike was sure that the Doctor had moved well back from the edge of his climax, he began to slowly push inside him.