[Doctor groans something that sounds like the start of her name, his wings flapping reflexively at the touch. He keeps at that rhythm, his fingertips digging lightly into her hips as he moves.]
[ Feeling herself near to snapping, she clings close to him, face pressing into the crook of his neck to muffle her sharp cries. She mouths at the bitemarks she left on him, too clumsy to be called kisses, in an attempt to keep herself from biting down again. Her hands dance across his wings, wherever she can reach, fumbling and desperate. ]
[ Later, she'll have a warm appreciation that this was as intense for both of them rather than some favor he was doing her -- just now there's no such coherent thoughts in her mind. ]
[Coherent thoughts are, frankly, overrated. Doctor would struggle to put a sentence together at the moment himself. His wings shudder with every touch, his pace turning messy and uncoordinated as he can't manage the focus to keep in rhythm.]
[ Everything about this is perfect, but it's his speaking her name that finally gets her; she's embarrassingly susceptible to things like that (just Queen stuff it's fine). ]
[ Fortunately his weight is holding her down, so when her control snaps it's done without any risk of injuries -- her hands leave his wings to press flat against his back, mindful of her fingernails, and she curls against him and all-over shudders -- arms, legs, inside herself. ]
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[ Later, she'll have a warm appreciation that this was as intense for both of them rather than some favor he was doing her -- just now there's no such coherent thoughts in her mind. ]
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[ Fortunately his weight is holding her down, so when her control snaps it's done without any risk of injuries -- her hands leave his wings to press flat against his back, mindful of her fingernails, and she curls against him and all-over shudders -- arms, legs, inside herself. ]