Ringing in the year (NSFW drabble)
"Don't worry, it only seems kinky the first time."
And really, he could see why she might think that. Strapped naked to a stone table sort of structure, arms locked over her head and legs spread as far as she could comfortably get them...it might look like some sort of bondage fetish, but it's in fact not. It's the optimal positioning for the acoustic chamber. The bonds helped to keep her from moving out of position, yes, but also amplified the vibrations from any sound directly through her body--in the proper ways, of course.
The way she shivered when he spoke meant she already experienced what he meant, of course, but he rapped a knuckle on the rock anyway, watching her squirm and shudder under the resulting echo. "Brilliant thing, sound, isn't it? I could bring you off and never even touch you like this."
She groans--and then frowns in surprise, no doubt from the lack of effect by her own sound. "The table is insulated to keep your own away from you. Not only would it spiral out of control otherwise, it could be painful if you reacted to yourself."
She whimpers and frowns up at him, and he leans down to whisper in her ear--even so quiet a sound creating a visible effect on her. "I could read you limericks from the 32nd century. Or...I could watch you scream through '14 white cotton tees'."
She turns her head and catches his ear in her teeth for a moment, before she speaks. "Don't you dare."
He doubts there's any real sincerity to that, given he'd convinced her with "I could read you the phone book and count how many times you orgasm before I finish with 'Smith, John'."
Still, that's not his actual goal today. He's far too impatient to wait that long.
Instead, he shifts down to capture a breast in his lips--catching her off-guard with a silent and 'routine' assault. She writhes and twists as she gasps, unable to arch her back into his touch, tied as she is to the table, and he merrily continues--sucking gently at her skin and swirling his tongue around her hardening nipple.
When he judges her squirming as 'nearly over-sensitized', he releases her with an exaggerated 'pop'. The sound she makes is exquisite. He settles one hand next to her and braces himself, as he reaches down with his free one to curl around his shaft and start a quick pace, stroking himself to the image of her.
The slip of skin-on-skin is amplified in this room, causing answering tremors from her body, and when he lets free a low groan, she gives a trembling cry. Oh, it would be fun to do exactly as he threatened and offered...but that would be another time. For now, he's much too thrilled by the prospect of letting her in to this aspect of his life--a method of coupling unique to his home, now hers.
He settles over her then and aligns himself, not yet breaking his pace. When he pushes himself into her, he whispers her name as sensually as he ever has in her ear--letting the vibrations of her own name wash over her, and reveling in the shuddering moan that results. It would be quick this time--both already so wound--but there would be more in the future.
He draws himself out of her achingly slow, allowing the wet sounds and soft hiss to reverberate through the room as long as possible, soaking in the way she squirmed and her nearly-silent pleading for more. How he would love to keep up this pace for hours and watch her, but no. His self control can't handle even a slow return, and once he hears the slightly sharper sound of their contact breaking, his return thrust is almost brutal.
He swallows that ragged shout for himself in a fierce kiss, and loses himself in a harsh rhythm not far from his last thrust. Skin slapped and slid, the table creaked under the constant thuds of two solid bodies, lips sucked noisily and at times messily, gasps and desperate moans echoed back and forth through the room, and he could barely process thought through the way she gripped him and drove him onward.
She was...she was so--
He--
He cried out in shock as she tensed and he burst, bucking uncontrollably and smacking his hips into hers as he pulsed inside of her. Her face was simply heavenly, in his dazed state, as one or all of those--sound or motion--carried her into her own climax, sending her screaming through convulsions and then shudders. She seized and tugged at him so tightly, he had to bury his face in her shoulder and rock his hips in time with her orgasm--muttering and gasping long unused curses from his home.
Even after she'd calmed and he'd slipped out of her, he continued to rock for a bit, not quite able to settle himself so easily.
She was the one to break their near-silence. "That was..."
He smiled against her skin and pushed himself up again, far enough to offer a cheeky smile. "Worth delaying holidays for?"
She purses her lips and smiles. "'Delaying'? Bring that sonic screwdriver of yours in and I think we've found a brilliant way to celebrate."
"The--!" He blinks down at her in surprise for a moment, before he laughs and shakes her head. "Rose Tyler...now that would be kinky."
