“Tremendously true, but to whom do I credit this compliment? Show yourself.”
Koschei growls appreciatively. He smacks the Doctor on the chest, and then the arm, and writhes in his arms.
“Stop.”
It’s a command, cheeks aflame, and always the indicator that his affection for his oldest friend is real: the shyness of his boyhood, buried under so many layers of narcissistic tyranny, comes out full force.
“Hra-HAH, STOP … !”
Theta chuckled and ceased nipping at his neck, his arms still wrapped around the man’s waist.
“Your wish..is my command..”
He wasn’t foolish enough to push further when the Master commanded him to stop. The Doctor respected him too much for that. Humming he instead rested his chin on the man’s shoulder, content to be so close.
Koschei ceases to gleefully ferret. His expression is hilariously petulant.
“Oh, but I didn’t mean it seriously,” he clarifies.
He produces his neck again, demanding, entitled, deeply comfortable in the grasp of his best friend.
“C’mon, go at me again.”
Hands rub possessively affectionate circles up and down the lean and wiry back of his lover.
“Tremendously true, but to whom do I credit this compliment? Show yourself.”
Smiling almost sheepishly he walks steadily closer and pulls Koschei close for a fond embrace. His eyes close briefly as he just enjoys the familiar feel and scent of the one he loves.
“I miss you too..”
His voice is a soft almost inaudible whisper as the words fall freely.
Koschei chuckles and nips his Theta on the ear.
“Are you smelling me?” he murmurs, needling him as ever, but oh, these days, it’s always with such an affectionate glow.
His own rumbling chuckle was partly an answer in of itself. The nip made him shiver, a quiet enjoyment of the familiar behavior he had missed so dearly.
“Yup. I missed all of you.”
Tucking his face against Koschei’s neck in an over exaggerated response he playfully nips there in retaliation for his ear.
Koschei growls appreciatively. He smacks the Doctor on the chest, and then the arm, and writhes in his arms.
“Stop.”
It’s a command, cheeks aflame, and always the indicator that his affection for his oldest friend is real: the shyness of his boyhood, buried under so many layers of narcissistic tyranny, comes out full force.
“Tremendously true, but to whom do I credit this compliment? Show yourself.”
“Nah..I’ll just stay in the shadows and continue to shower you with compliments.”
“You’re such a shit. Get back here. I miss you.”
His voice is a mixture of petulance and smug satisfaction.
Smiling almost sheepishly he walks steadily closer and pulls Koschei close for a fond embrace. His eyes close briefly as he just enjoys the familiar feel and scent of the one he loves.
“I miss you too..”
His voice is a soft almost inaudible whisper as the words fall freely.
Koschei chuckles and nips his Theta on the ear.
“Are you smelling me?” he murmurs, needling him as ever, but oh, these days, it’s always with such an affectionate glow.
Icarus 