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Come on, guys. Was that last one not steamy enough?

I can fix that.

Not it's just pure lemons. Yep, this chapter will be nothing but lemon.

I will put a poll up for this story. Just remember, it's up to you what the Rider takes on next. Will it be the Vasta Narada, the Cybermen (got an idea if that's the path), the Daleks, or the Silence?

Let me know by voting in the poll or in the reviews!

Love always,

Avoline

Rider let out a long, low moan. In an effort to get away from Jack's incessant torment, he had squeezed between the bars holding up the railing, but all he did was get himself stuck in an upright position. His toes were barely touching the floor, and his arms were extended to their fullest, still bound above his head.

His eyes snapped open as Jack massaged his balls. The older man was on his knees before the blond, his lips closed firmly around his length. Rider bucked his hips, forcing his rigid member further into that wonderful heat. He had lost his voice an hour ago, after two hours of the torture and right before Jack pulled out the cock ring.

Which means even if he wanted to, he couldn't cum until Jack removed it.

He let out a raspy plea. One of Jack's fingers had started stroking the skin just behind his sac, and he was beginning to worry that his cock would explode. Jack hummed around the organ, and Rider let his head drop back.

"Do you want to um, baby boy," Jack teased. Rider managed a nod, his whole body trembling with need. He felt the finger travel, and before he could register, it was gently pushing at his arse hole.

"Jack," he forced out, his gaze meeting his lover's. Jack threw him a comforting smile, but the brown-eyed man wasn't convinced.

"It's okay, baby boy," the black-haired man soothed, rising to his feet and cupping Rider's face. "I'll be gentle; I promise." Rider swallowed hard.

"But will it hurt," he whispered, fearful and anxious.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Jack. He trusted Jack with his life. He knew Jack would be careful, but he had never been the bottom before. He had always avoided that situation out of fear that it would hurt.

"Of course it's going to hurt," the immortal man comforted. "But only for a moment." Rider closed his eyes as Jack nuzzled his neck. "Honestly, for me, the roles are usually reversed. So this will be a first for both of us." Their lips met, and Rider eagerly sucked on Jack's tongue.

"My arms hurt," Rider whined. Jack chuckled and reached for the belt binding Rider's wrist. The younger man's arms were swiftly released, and he sagged against the larger man. He groaned as the blood rushed back into his limbs.

"We'll take it to the bedroom," Jack murmured, lifting the blond and carrying him back up to the platform. Rider got his footing and gently tugged Jack towards his bedroom.

The next few moments were a blur. The door slid open, the tattered remains of Rider's shirt were thrown aside, and the next thing the Time Lord knew, he was on his back, his legs spread and Jack's fingers poised at his entrance. He felt the pressure as Jack pushed his finger in...

Then the pain. Oh God, the pain was unreal. He was sure that even his broken neck when he was ten didn't hurt near as bad. He squirmed a bit, thankful when Jack stopped and let the inexperienced man adjust. Once he nodded, a second finger was added. More pain.

Then Jack brushed something inside.

Rider gasped and arched his back. Whatever Jack was doing, it felt amazing. The pain was gone, replaced by the blinding pleasure. He barely registered the third finger that joined the other two, or Jack stretching him and readying him. It wasn't until the fingers were gone did Rider acknowledge the tiniest trace of pain.

"Must have done something right," Jack cooed as he lined himself up with Rider's stretched hole.

"How long will you stay with me," Rider asked. Their eyes met, and he could see the confusion in Jack's gaze. "I want to know before we go any further. How long will you stay with me." Jack smiled, but this smile was different. This smile was not the playful, mischievous smile Rider had grown used to. This one was adoring and loving, and held the answer to the question.

"Forever," Jack answered softly. "If you'll have me, I'll stay with you forever. I'm not like the other humans; trust me." Rider raised his head and captured the eldest man's mouth in a fierce kiss. He wrapped his legs around Jack's waist, and Jack took that moment to push his way in. "Fuck, you're tight."

"First time on the bottom, remember," the blond shot back. Jack took a few deep breathes before reaching for the Rider's forgotten erection and removing the cock ring.

Then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in.

Rider let out a hoarse cry as Jack hit that magic spot inside again. He was pretty sure that it was his prostate, as he had fucked many boys to orgasm by doing just as Jack was doing. But he never expect it to feel this good.

He felt his release building again, faster than ever before. His voice rose, going up at least two octaves before he finally formed words.

"Oh fuck, Jack, I'm gonna cum."

Jack sped up. He bent down, whispering filthy things into his lover's ear. Rider's moans got louder, his voice growing stronger. One final thrust, and he exploded, his cum splattering all over Jack's stomach. All he could feel was pleasure. He barely felt Jack thrust a couple of times before he, too, reached orgasm.

Rider panted as he faded into sleep. He figured, right then, that he had never had as good a fuck as he just shared with Jack.