Oh, that was better. That was good. His lips curled into a grin with more humour behind it this time. The drums began to change from a clashing cacophany to a more ordered drumroll, but still calling him on.
"Good boy," he said mockingly, hands coming up between the Doctor's and pushing sharply outwards to make him let go, because that was different to him letting go, that was the point. He shoved the Doctor away with both hands on his chest and went after him, hitting, pummelling, pounding at him, grunting with exertion and satisfaction, till he'd backed the Doctor into a wall and was just leaning over him, hands braced against the brick above the Doctor's shoulders, panting and grinning fiercely.
He met the Doctor's eyes in a long, bright, intense stare, then leaned in to claim the Doctor's mouth in a wild, savage kiss.