"Ain' takin' care o' you. Takin' care o' me." He insisted softly, lifting his face back up for another kiss to his mouth, as both hands were pulling away from his body and pressing into the bed on either side of the Time Lord, so he could lean over him properly and give him that slow, lingering kiss. Once he was done, he laid partially atop him, chests touching, but hips separate. He shifted his arms, putting a bit more weight on the older man, but not enough to injure that bruise terribly much.
"C'mon." He insisted quietly, pushing up enough that they were no longer touching, and he could start removing those gloves. They were tossed aside and it was the smooth skin of his fingers that found the skin between pants and shirt, playing along his abdomen before he pressed that warm palm down against the slight muscle there. "'Dis goo' f' bot' us, Docteur." He had purred that name out for the other man's benefit.