"Always." He promised, squeezing his cock firmly before continuing the strokes, now scraping his fangs against the Time Lord’s delicate skin, cutting him just slightly. "Will you give it to me?" He whispered, moaning softly as he licked up the drop of blood that came from the tiny cut. "Please, Ehavon?"
Ehavon hissed softly from the firm squeeze, chuckling quietly as he began to roll his hips into the strokes. Biting back a gasp from the gentle scrape of Vance’s fangs, Ehavon’s cock twitched from the brief pain. There was always something about feeding his mate that turned him on so much, and he was never able to resist. “You know that I will, baby.” he moaned, pushing the rest of his clothes off. “Suck it for me now, on your knees.”
"Don’t I always do something about it, my love?" Vance walked up to him, unbuttoning his lover’s pants and sliding his hand into them to rub his cock slowly, kissing and nipping at his neck. "You make me sound like some kind of tease…"
"Mmm, you definitely can be a tease, but that’s all right." he smirked, getting harder in his mate’s palm as he stroked him. "Because I know you’re all mine, and you always will be." he moaned, exposing more of his neck for him.
The Doctor smiled as he lead the other Time Lord over to his TARDIS. “Just don’t break anything. That will take forever to clean up knowing you.” He teased somewhat.
"Oh, I wouldn’t dream of breaking anything, I’m sure she’ll like me just fine." Ehavon laughs. "But uh… I’ll have to keep quiet about it later, or else mine will get jealous."
"Shhh, shhhh!" He leaned against the stranger and let out another laugh again. "I say it’s a-okay."
"You really ought to be more careful, there are a lot of dangerous men out there." Ehavon scolds playfully, wrapping an arm around the young boys waist. "But as long as you’ve given consent, I think that’s invitation enough. My name’s Ehavon, by the way. And what’s yours, cutie?"