This just sucked. He came all this way to fuck the Doctor in the ass, and now he was making pancakes

It was late. Well. Late Earth-time. The Master had found the Doctor and was dragging him by the lapels of his suit into a hotel room. Yes, a hotel room and not his TARDIS because for some reason he didn't have one anymore. Sad days for the Master. So, they had to settle for a hotel room instead. cruise vacation dallas travel agency A Travel Lodge. Despite what they were doing the Master didn't feel like wasting money on something more proper. He had better cruise vacation dallas travel agency things to do. Like fuck the Doctor.
Things were getting hot and heavy. Clothes were flying off in a million directions. Within minutes, the Doctor was forced face-first on the bed with his ass in the air like a cat in heat. That was okay because the Master liked this side to him. He very easily relaxed as the Master pushed lube-covered fingers into him. All the while he moaned like a whore. It was almost funny. Funny and amusing. But again that was all okay because sex was about to happen.
Ten minutes later, the Doctor was properly comforted and fell asleep. However, he seemed to forgot they had been fucking. The Master was not okay with this. For a minute, he debated taking advantage of the sleeping Time Lord. It would have been easy, and maybe even a little bit sexy. Just fucking him while he was still loose and passed out. But no. The Master was not quite that cruel. Close. But no. The Doctor was a little too special for dubiously consented sodomy.
So the Master got up and cursed the fact he still had a raging hard on. It was a suite, so there was totally a kitchen. A kitchen stocked with stuff. Because it was a special Travel Lodge. So the Master decided to make some pancakes. He made pancakes while still having an erection. He was just that boss. It was too bad they were not done before said erection went away. The Master had been hoping they would prove to be a decent distraction.
This just sucked. He came all this way to fuck the Doctor in the ass, and now he was making pancakes. Making pancakes at four in the morning, with a hard on, and a passed out Doctor whose ass had not been properly fucked at all. What the hell was this. This was bullshit. The Doctor was a fucking cruise vacation dallas travel agency idiot for still being so weepy over the stupid fucking Time War. That was forever ago and he really needed to get the fuck over it. Especially when the Master was wicked horny and his only thoughts involved having the Doctor's ass impaled on his cock. None of his plans for this night involved making pancakes.
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