Pairing/Characters is author's choice, but the prompt is.... in the dark of the night
Warning: Ten/Rose/Tentoo and very NSFW!!!!!
The room was dark and cool, no sound but for her own heavy breathing. He felt dreadfully eager as she trembled between the two bodies caging her in, cornering her. In the darkness he doubted she could see a thing, but that seemed to be exciting for her. It was exciting for him, too, as she fell to the mattress, a sweet little exclamation of pleasure wrung from her throat.
“Come on, then,” she said in a breathy, eager voice, when neither of them moved.
His human duplicate was on her in a fraction of a second, pushing her legs apart and sinking his erection into her with a loud groan. Rose gasped and bucked, her hands clutching at the headboard that wasn’t there.
He hung back, feeling superior and desperate and mad all at once, watching them in the dark of night. Tension coiled in his belly with each continuous thrust, each little cry that came from Rose. The pleasure mounted, permeating the air, until his double couldn’t take it anymore and slammed one last time inside her, coming so hard he trembled.
He couldn’t wait anymore, either, and climbed into the bed, pushing the other man away, claiming his rightful place. He’d been generous enough.
“Like this, Rose,” he whispered into her ear. She shivered and complied, rolling onto her side. He laid his palm flat on her belly and dragged her to him, grinding his erection against her arse.
His duplicate pressed up against Rose’s front and kissed her, one hand toying with a sweet pink nipple. The Doctor was jealous, momentarily, and fought the urge to swat those fingers away.
“Lift your leg,” his duplicate murmured to Rose, gliding a hand down the very same to bend it at the knee and drape it over the Doctor’s hip. My turn, he thought, at last, lining his cock up with her entrance and pushing in.
He saw figurative stars and paused once he was embedded to the hilt inside her, gasping at how incredible it felt. Even with her legs spread like this the fit was tight.
“Please,” she whimpered, in that voice she reserved for him and him alone.
He obliged. He started to move, fucking her with slow, measured strokes. Rose moaned, her hand lifting to rest in his hair, fingers clutching at the strands. Mine.