The Doctor's whimper went straight through him, made his hearts beat faster and the drums along with them, made his fingers tighten and his body press forwards even more urgently. He let out a low moan of his own, kissing furiously until eventually he had to pull back for breath.
He stared into the Doctor's eyes, hand cupping the side of his face, searching for any malicious intent and finding only a troubled need similar to his own.
"Just like old times, eh, Doctor?" he murmured, striving for levity as he wrenched himself away and sat up to take off his jacket. "Well, old times for me. Present times for you."