"Don't worry, Jack, you can watch," the Doctor said, smirking down at his Captain. He'd shrugged off his coat and jacket and was loosening his tie, his trousers falling open. He was watching Jack, all the things he'd thought about Jack in the deepest, darkest places of his mind were coming forward.

"That pretty mouth of yours was just made to be debauched, wasn't it jack?" he said, undoing the buttons of his shirt. He was standing there, shirt open, tie hanging loose, and trousers ready to drop.

"Tell me, how badly do you want it? How long have you thought about this? I think...I want to hear you beg, Jack."

This was so not the Doctor, but he was reveling in the power he felt, knowing he could make Jack do whatever he wanted in this moment. It was heady and scary and a part of him was screaming to stop, but that voice was getting quieter and quieter as of late.