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The way the Doctor danced through the TARDIS was completely ridiculous. Doing a pirouette around the central console didn't make you look 'cool'. You looked like an idiot.
As the Doctor twirled around the console for the third time, the Master was unable to contain himself. His hand lashed out, wrapping its strong fingers tightly around the Doctor's thin—dainty?—wrist. "That's enough out of you," the rougher time lord hissed, pulling the pin-striped wonder closer.
"Master!" the Doctor protested, his head snapping back and lightly digging in his heels. "I'm busy trying to calibrate the TARmmffffmmm!"
Abruptly cut off by the Master smashing his face to the Doctor's, grasping onto the silken suit of the Master was all he could do. Shocked hands scrabbled for a hold, simultaneously moving to push the Master away and struggle to keep himself steady as the Master forced himself upon the Doctor.
Insistent as he was, the Master kept an iron grip on the Doctor's wrist, his other arm snaking around to pull the other time lord's body closer, to keep him still, to quell the struggle that he was still putting up.
It wasn't long before the Doctor's panicked wriggling turned into a lustful want. Instead of trying to escape, the Doctor dug his fingernails into the expensive fabric of the Master's suit, as if painfully forcing their bodies together would keep the Master from escaping.
Like he was planning on going anywhere without the Doctor at this point. Pulling his head back, the Master was breathless as he talked. "Showing off for me, were you?" His face was flushed a bright pink but he was no worse off than the Doctor, who was standing in front of him, gasping for breath.
"Why don't you continue to show off?" the Master grinned, his hand moving from around the other time lord's waist to grip firmly at his tie. With a low growl, the Master yanked gently, but forcefully, on the silken tie, insistently pulling the Doctor along like a dog on a leash as they slipped out of the console room.