His trousers were practically torn off and his shirt pushed up to rest uncomfortably around his neck, tighter than he would have liked, not quite choking him but adding to his difficulties in breathing. Koschei had brought him to a quaking mass of nerves before sliding up on him and settling between his legs.
He knew, from a strictly logical perspective what was to come next. He had no idea what it would feel like but the fire Koschei had started in him was not going to be denied. He felt two heavily wetted fingers push into him, and bit his lip at the sharp twinge they caused as they broke into his body.
If this was just a hint of what was to come, he wasn't sure he could go through with this. Koschei was too far gone in his own lust to notice that his partner wasn't reacting with the same level of enthusiasm to this turn of events as he was.
Taking a moment to apply a generous amount of saliva to his rock hard self Koschei aligned carefully and pushed past the resistance into the tight opening and pressed home.
Theta had known pain before, but this was bordering on intolerable. It seemed that Koschei was never going to stop tearing into him, as he arched and tried to get free he vaguely wondered if soon it would come pushing up this throat and out of his the forward movement stopped he was finally able to catch his breath. Koschei was propped up on his elbows smiling down at him, even as his white hot erection felt like it was burning a hole deep inside Theta.
Then his smile grew as he slowly pulled out, rasping as if covered in barbs, before slowly pushing back in. Theta found after a few of these actions that it didn't hurt as much, in fact, each thrust in was starting to feel the smallest bit pleasurable. It still caused a small frisson of pain as he was stretched and opened. It also made him shudder as his nerves seemed to be firing off all at once.
The boy above him bent forward biting at his lips until he opened his mouth to accept the insisted tongue, which plundered his mouth in time with the steady rhythm being set by the hardness being buried deep inside him.
Almost unaware he was doing it Theta made a slight moaning sound each time he was filled and an almost breathless gasp of pleasure as he was pulled out of. His fingers curled around the sheets he lifted his hips as if seeking to increase the contact.
Koschei noticed this and angled himself lower, his stomach now brushing against the firmness he found there, and sped up his thrusts as he bit down, almost viciously at the soft flesh of Theta's shoulder.
It was becoming apparent to Theta that it was all about the other boy's pleasure when he started slamming into him so hard he barely had the ability to catch his breath before being pounded once again.
Then the boy stiffened above him and went still.
He didn't remove himself right away, but reached between them and took Theta into his hand and brought him, finally to his own climax, before pulling out and rolling over onto his side.
The Doctor shifted in his seat. The worse pain, he mused, wasn't that initial intrusion into his body, it was the way Koschei had just moved away, as if he had gotten what he had wanted and now he was of no consequence.
He remembered waiting until Koschei had fallen asleep before getting dressed and heading back to the dorms, taking an ice cold shower in the wee hours of the morning, his tears hot on his cheeks in contrast to the freezing water he hoped would numb the pain.
He should have known then that this was going to be their future...
Rising from the chair The Doctor felt a slight chill and asked the TARDIS to bump up the heat a bit. He made a quick round of the console room and make sure the doors were locked, then slowly made his way up to his bed.
He smiled softly as he opened his room door and saw that his beloved ship had made a fire in the fireplace, and set a few extra blankets on his bed for him.
Even as he climbed under the mound of covers he knew that the chill was in his hearts, and that he could be sat in front of a sun and still feel cold inside.
Trying not to fixate on the next day's proceedings, he curled up in the blankets, and closed his eyes.
