They pushed open the door to the Doctor's bedroom, limbs already entangled, tongues fighting for space in each others mouths. The Doctor closed the door behind them as they stumbled towards the bed, hands exploring each other, already grinding their hips together, cocks semi-erect and brushing past each other with each thrust.

"Take me." The Doctor sighed, eyes heavy-lidded and lips swollen, almost begging just through facial expression to be fucked as he fell back onto the bed, limbs splayed gracefully as Rory fell on top of him. They explored each other with their hands for a little while, fingers tracing hipbones, waists and thighs, before the Doctor reached up to the drawer behind him and pulled out a bottle of lube. The butterflies in Rory's stomach became erratic as he realised what they were about to do. He had thought about it before, of course he had, but it wasn't something he'd ever tried, and he was both grateful and worried that he was going to try it with someone who meant what the Doctor did to him. What if he hurt the Doctor? What if the Doctor hurt him? What if he just wasn't good at it? He's had plenty of practice at fingering and oral with Amy, and it hadn't been too hard to translate what he'd learned to the Doctor's equipment after a little encouragement, but this was completely new to him, and he hated the thought of having to have his bad, awkward first time with the Doctor.

The Doctor was already applying liberal amounts of lube between his thighs, adding more to Rory's cock and slowly, cautiously guiding a finger into his rectum, air hissing through his teeth. He grabbed Rory's hand at the wrist, long fingers gripping it tightly, encouraging him to put first one, then two fingers inside him. His eyes rolled back as Rory fingered him, guiding him in deeper by his wrist. Their eyes met, the Doctor lying there a desperate, horny mess, Rory unsure how to proceed, hoping he could be good enough. The Doctor glanced at Rory's cock, rock hard and slick with lube, just beginning to press on his entrance.

"Please, Rory." he said, eyes wide "please." Rory thrust inside him, not deep but fast. The Doctor clawed at the sheets, bunching them up in his hands for something to hold onto as he started to thrust himself forward, forcing Rory deeper. Rory pulled him closer by his thighs, rocking his hips back and forth gently, not wanting to turn the Doctor's whimpers and sighs of pleasure into screams, or begging for him to stop. The Doctor didn't show any signs of doing that however, instead begging for it to be deeper, harder, grabbing Rory's waist roughly with both hands to thrust harder onto him, pushing him deep until he was almost all inside. They were both caught off-guard by this new wave of pleasure, animalistic groans erupting from their throats. The Doctor's fringe clung to his forehead with sweat, the rest of his hair splayed wildly, sticking up at odd angles. His head tilted far back and to one side, cheek brushing against the sheets as he moved in time with Rory's thrusts, lips bright red and swollen, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip between heavy, shallow breaths. His chest almost glowed in the half-light, pale and skinny and glistening with sweat, ribs visible through the skin every time he breathed. His skin was stretched taut across his collarbones, beads of sweat gathering in the hollows there, making Rory want to suck and bite them hard. The Doctor slowed down a little, pushing Rory's cock deeper, both trying to bring on his orgasm and delay it for as long as he possibly could.

A thought popped into his mind, and he ran a hand up the small of Rory's back, making him shudder and guiding him forwards, leaning into the Doctor who looked straight into his eyes, clearly excited by the plan he was brewing from the way his cheeky, boyish smile kept appearing between moans "can you lift me up Rory? I want to kiss you" Rory obliged, picking the Doctor up gently but firmly by his waist as his wrapped his legs around Rory's back, feeling his ribs through the taut skin. The Doctor moved his hands up from Rory's waist to grip his shoulders, rocking against him tenderly, knowing Rory was probably as close to coming as he was. As he moved to kiss him he placed a hand between his legs, and in one swift movement, flipped him over onto the bed. The Doctor sat astride a bemused Rory, unable to suppress a smile. He rummaged across the bed for lube, wetting two fingers and drawing slow circles around Rory's entrance with them. Rory watched him wide eyed, mesmerised, both curious and incredibly nervous. The Doctor liked him best like this, the same way he was before they stepped out of the TARDIS into somewhere new. Amy and River's bold self-assuredness was all very well, but he admired Rory so much more for the way he handled his fear, determined not to let it show even at times when he looked so lost that the Doctor just wanted to take his hand and tell him how brilliant he was.

Rory winced as the Doctor began to push a second finger in, for the first time making a sound that suggested more pain than pleasure. The Doctor pulled back, concerned "Does it hurt? If it hurts I can stop, I don't want to-"

"No, it's... it's OK" his eyes watered a little as the second finger went in, the Doctor watching him, concerned and adding more lube just to be sure. He moved his fingers gently, letting Rory get used to the sensation until he was arching his back, angling his hips to push the Doctor deeper, wanting more. The Doctor was careful to speed up slowly, always watching Rory, making sure there was no hint of pain in his face. Rory's stomach was doing summersaults as he saw the Doctor reach for the lube again, applying it liberally to his cock. He wanted it in him so desperately, but it was thick and long and looked like it could be too much for him to take.

The Doctor slid his fingers out slowly as he began to push the head against Rory's opening, watching him shiver both with nerves and excitement. He leaned down to kiss him, Rory's cock rubbing against his stomach. Rory's lips trembled against the Doctor's as he went deeper, whimpering again, eyes screwed tightly shut. "If you want me to stop" the Doctor said softly between kisses "then I'll stop" but Rory shook his head violently. The last thing he wanted was for this to stop: he'd dreamt about it for a long time and it was far better than anything he'd imagined. The Doctor just nodded, then pushed deeper inside him, thrusting gently and watching him bite his lip so hard he almost drew blood

"Fuck, Doctor" he said as the Doctor started to pick up speed, pulling him in closer by the waist. "can you…uh-" The Doctor pulled out, turned a surprised Rory over onto his side, flopped down onto the bed next to him and took him from behind. He nibbled on Rory's neck a little, placing a hand on his inner thigh and stroking just out of reach of his cock, making Rory's toes curl as he struggled to remember where he was. The Doctor sped up cautiously. Rory was completely at his mercy now, writhing, begging and undone, but he still didn't want to hurt him. His fingertips brushed against Rory's cock occasionally, driving him mad until the Doctor finally gave in to his pleading and wrapped his fingers around it, pumping it in time with his thrusts. Rory felt his orgasm building as a warmth spread through his body. The Doctor held him tightly with his free arm, whispering something dirty that Rory didn't hear properly over his own moans and the blood pumping in his ears. He shuddered violently, barely aware of anything except the Doctor and himself, losing control of his body and not caring because it just felt so good. He felt the Doctor's orgasm, warm and wet inside him, and couldn't hold back any longer, soaking the sheets and the Doctor's hand.

The Doctor wrapped a second arm around Rory, holding him for a few final, gentle thrusts in the aftershocks of his orgasm. He pulled out slowly, resting his head on Rory's shoulder blade, almost but not quite kissing him, lips pressed against the warm skin. Rory placed his hands over the Doctor's, knotting their fingers together and squeezing a little, stroking his fingertips across his palms. He turned his head to kiss the Doctor, before turning his whole body around so they were face to face. They kissed sweetly again, limbs entwined, the Doctor pulling Rory in closer with the hand around his back until there was next to no space between them. The Doctor placed a kiss on the end of Rory's nose, letting his lips linger there as a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth.

"Doctor?" said Rory, voice quiet and hoarse, eyes heavy-lidded

"mmm?" said the Doctor.

"how long have we got? Until we have to go back to Leadworth?" The Doctor's playful smile made a return

"I think you're forgetting we're in a time machine Rory" Rory blushed, stopped himself before saying "oh, yeah" and instead said

"what do you think Amy would say?"

"Considering the way she looks at both of us, I think she'd be quite turned on" they both chucked "I suspect she probably knows already. You've not been very discreet about it" Rory shifted uncomfortably against the Doctor. He hadn't realised how obvious he'd been. "but then, neither have I" This was a surprise to Rory

"well, I never noticed" the Doctor grinned, gave him another kiss "that's because you always looked away before you had the chance to"

"Do... I mean... have you ever done, y'know, anything with Amy?"

"you mean apart from the time she kissed me?" Rory nodded.

"No. She's far too preoccupied with you now. And I've never really thought of her in that way, she's always just been a friend" Rory couldn't help but feel relieved. Hypocritical as it was, he hated the idea of his wife being with someone else, which happened frequently before the Doctor arrived, Amy using the excuse that Rory was just her "sort of boyfriend" to work as a kissogram, and do whatever she liked with other people, and every time it had broken Rory's heart. It wasn't until the Doctor had arrived that she'd started to appreciate Rory more, show him how much she actually did love him, and it still didn't take much for Rory to feel insecure that he wasn't good enough for her, didn't mean enough to her.

"Yeah, well... um, good" said Rory

"Good" The Doctor agreed, gazing into his eyes with a soft smile, twirling a strand of Rory's hair around his finger. They fell silent after that, occasionally kissing before deciding the didn't have the energy and just lying still, lips pressed together. The Doctor held Rory as he drifted off to sleep, long-lashed eyelids fluttering over his eyes, grip on the Doctor's back becoming slacker. He listened to his breathing, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against his own, listening to the beat of his single heart. He could feel himself drifting off too, hazy and exhausted from hours of sex. Once he was quite sure Rory was asleep he planted one final kiss on his cheek, stroking across it with his fingertips before his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep.