That kiss made the bruise along his chin burn and throb. That leather bound hand traversing him only made the Doctor squirm a little. "Then you know I'm fine," he'd insist again.
That leather was still so very much a restraint. "You want--?" He wasn't even going to finish that thought because his eyes were coming open and he was arching into the movements of the man against him. He was trying to pull his hand out of the grasp of that glove - not because he wanted away too terribly, but because he needed to keep that leather off of his skin.
"You don't need to take care of me," came a whisper as he turned his face to put a kiss on ginger crown. "I'm fine."