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Dottore frowned at himself in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. He was dressed up slightly more than usual that evening, a pale dinner jacket in place of his usual coat, and he felt like he couldn’t quite get it to sit right on his shoulders. He fiddled with it in the mirror, trying to straighten it out. He was flattening out his collar when he heard the door to his room open slowly behind him. He turned towards the sound in annoyance, already suspecting he knew who the intruder was, though it made him no more pleased to hear it. The few subordinates he had that had the authority to disturb him in his quarters wouldn't have had the guts to come in without knocking. Only one person would have.

But as he whipped his head around to face Childe, the harsh reprimand he had planned died out in his throat.

Childe stood sheepishly in the doorway. His usual attire had been disregarded for the evening as well; this was to be expected, in light of the formal gathering to be held in the Palace ballroom, which was now less than an hour away from starting. Dottore had known all this, of course, as well as he knew that all of the Harbingers were expected to attend the soirée for the sake of appearances, and that Childe would certainly be included amongst them. He also was vaguely aware that this meant someone would be responsible for wrangling the Eleventh up and dressing him up in something more presentable, or at least something he would fasten all the buttons on.

Whoever that person was, Dottore thought, they needed a raise.

Childe was dressed in a gorgeous three-piece suit - surely the finest Mora could buy, as expenses were rarely ever spared when it came to making accomodations for the Harbingers. It was flawlessly tailored to him, the lines of his sleeves laying straight, the hem of his trousers resting just above the edge of polished black dress shoes, the slight tuck of his waist perfectly accentuated by the gentle cinch of his two-buttoned jacket.

In the back of his mind, Dottore had known that such an attire would be necessary for Childe's attendance. But he hadn't actually imagined what it would look like. If anything, he only would have assumed that such dress would be ill-fitting for the young man he knew, so lackadaisical and rough around the edges. But the fact of the matter was, Childe cleaned up nicely. 

A little too nicely.

Dottore could only stand there dumbstruck as Childe quickly closed the door behind him.

"Hey. Can you help me out?" Childe asked, sounding a little apologetic. He held up something he had been holding in his hand and waved it around - it was a simple black bow tie.

Dottore finally had to force his thoughts back into working order, and quickly found himself flustered. He tried to brush it off as annoyance.

"Wh- What are you doing here?" Dottore snapped. "I know you know how to tie a bow! Why come all the way down here?"

Childe grimaced. "Turns out, I only know how to do it on someone else. I've never had to try it on myself before. I just can't get it to sit right. And it'd be a little embarrassing to ask someone else."

"Well, I-" Dottore stammered briefly. He was compelled to say something smart-assed, as was his usual inclination, but he couldn't muster up the wit to do so. Instead, he just groaned. "Fine. Come here."

Childe grinned at him, and began sauntering over to meet him. The jacket and trousers were both a deep, navy blue velvet, giving it a multi-dimensional sheen as the lights in the room shifted the colors around before Dottore's eyes. It made the entire sight all the more mesmerizing to witness, and Dottore found himself staring blankly again by the time Childe stood in front of him.

"Here," Childe said, shoving the bow tie into Dottore's stiff hands. He almost let it slip right from his fingers before snapping himself back to reality. Childe didn't seem to notice the near-misstep, and simply stood up straight and crossed his arms behind his back. "Do your worst."

Dottore set his jaw, trying to stay in focus. He leaned in fractionally, raising his hands to flip up Childe's collar and-

Oh, Archons, he even smelled good. Not that he ever smelled bad , but… he had something on. Whatever stylist had managed to gussy him up and convince him to run a comb through his hair must have also provided him with a few spritzes of cologne to round everything out. It was a light, inoffensive scent, but noticeable nonetheless. The first note Dottore could identify was lavender. He swallowed roughly. He draped the tie around the back of Childe's neck, letting the edges lay flat against his collarbone.

Dottore cleared his throat a little awkwardly, still trying to sound annoyed. "Honestly, it's not that hard. I don't know why you had to come all the way over here for this."

"I just thought it would be easier this way. You seem to be the expert at this, anyway," Childe said. Then, he raised an eyebrow at Dottore a little quizally. "Am I interrupting something? You seem like you're in a worse mood than usual. You look like you're already done getting ready, so what's the problem?"

Dottore could feel heat creeping up the sides of his neck. The truth was, Dottore wasn't all that cross with Childe showing up out of the blue; if anything, it was a blessing in disguise. Because if Dottore hadn't had a chance to see him before he was already meant to be rubbing elbows with the diplomats, he'd be in an even worse situation than he was now.

Childe looked good. He looked really good. He looked too good. Too good for Dottore to have any interest in anything else, and his investment in the gathering they had to attend that evening had already been abysmally low. Now, it was all but non-existent. But they had to be down there soon. If they were late, Dottore was sure he would never hear the end of it from the other Harbingers, and perhaps even the Tsaritsa herself. They couldn't afford to dally.

And they certainly couldn't afford any dalliances that might sully their formal clothes.

Unbidden, an image flashed through Dottore's mind. It was a picture of the fine velvet suit before his eyes laying in an unkempt pile on the floor.

The image that soon followed that one was nearly enough to make his knees wobble.

Dottore silently cursed himself as he clumsily began tying Childe's tie. What had gotten into him? He wasn't usually like this. But Childe didn't usually look like this, either. He was a handsome man, that much couldn't be denied, and there was a unique charm to his loose, casual demeanor that Dottore was obviously not immune to. But seeing him like this, so out of his element and yet so seamlessly looking the part, was a brand new experience. It was making Dottore's mind wander. It was making his fingers go rigid as they fumbled with Childe's tie.

With mortification rising in Dottore's breast, he realized his fingers were not the only things getting a bit stiff.

The more Dottore vehemently tried not to imagine throwing the man down and making a mess of the pretty little picture in front of him, the harder it got to think of anything else.

He hadn't answered Childe, and the Eleventh seemed to take his silence as irritation, so he just rolled his eyes and didn't say anything more. Dottore somehow managed to finish tying the bow tie off, and he stepped away from Childe with a grunt.

"There." He said curtly. Childe looked at himself in the full length mirror, a closed-mouth grimace on his face as he flipped his collar back down and inspected himself.

"Ugh. Is it supposed to be this tight?" He complained, sticking a finger between his neck and collar and pulling it away from his skin. Dottore could see him swallow thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing against the fabric of his shirt. Dottore imagined closing his lips in around it, then scraping his teeth against his pulse point. He swallowed, too.

"It's not tight. Don't be a baby."

"It feels like it," Childe muttered. He started fiddling with his lapels, fluffing them out and laying them back flat against his chest. He straightened out his jacket, a hand coming to rest just above his navel, where the gentle curve of his waist was most pronounced. "Ugh, I don't know how you dress like this. It's so stuffy. I feel like I can barely move in this."

Dottore, unfortunately, could think of several ways to prove him wrong. He pulled at his own collar briefly, suddenly feeling like Childe's tie was not the one that was too tight.

"You'll survive," Dottore said gruffly. "It's only for one night."

"I guess. I just feel a little silly." Childe turned around then, and by the grace of the Gods, his eyes didn't wander before meeting with Dottore's. He held out his arms as if presenting himself to him, a sheepish grin breaking out across his face. "I don't look too bad though, do I?"

"You look fine." Dottore said curtly. Childe scrunched up his face in discontent.

"Gee, you sure know how to make a guy feel special," Childe droned sarcastically. He turned back towards the mirror, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking at himself a little disapprovingly. "Seriously, what's up with you? I know you don't like stuff like this either, but you're acting like a dick."

"I just-" Dottore realized that the view from behind was just as alluring as the one from the front, and he turned his head in a desperate attempt not to be caught staring at Childe's ass like a ravenous dog. "I just want to get the night over with."

"And you try to say I'm the one being a baby," Childe sighed. But he turned back from the mirror again, expression all at once softening and twisting with mischievousness as he approached Dottore and draped his arms over his shoulder. Teasingly, he started cooing at him in an exaggerated, cutesy voice. "Does baby want a kiss to make it all better, then? If you're too nervous to play with the other kids, Daddy can make it all better for you."

Fucking hell . If Dottore wasn't so unspeakably horny, he could have throttled him.

But that, unfortunately, was the breaking point. Dottore opened his mouth to protest, but the only thing that came of it was a sharp hitch of his breath, and Childe's brows immediately furrowed in confusion. Then, his eyes widened in recognition. A broad grin broke out across his face.

"Holy shit," Childe muttered in awe. "You want to fuck my brains out right now, don't you?"

Dottore felt weak in the knees at the mere suggestion, but he blustered with indignance. "I don't- Don't be gross!"

"You do !" Childe exclaimed. His eyes immediately dropped down to the front of Dottore's pants, and though the metaphor was surely in the poorest of taste in this context, he looked like nothing less than a kid in a candy store as he finally noticed the source of Dottore's problem.

Dottore blushed up to his ears, futilely covering his crotch with his hand. "Don't look ! It's not as bad as that , I just-"

"This turns you on?" Childe asked, still grinning devilishly as he looked back at Dottore. "Why is this- Oh, Archons, your neck is bright red!"

Dottore clapped his other hand against his neck at that, the effort just as pathetic as the one preceding it, and Childe laughed heartily.

"I can't believe I didn't notice!" Childe said in awe. "I guess I just wasn't thinking of it. I just thought I looked kind of ridiculous. But look at you! You really like this, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, fine!" Dottore snapped, albeit feebly. "Are you happy? Can we be done with this now?"

"Aw, no, why are you so embarrassed?" Childe chuckled gently. He brought a hand up to Dottore's face, and he took his mask off. "Come here."

Before Dottore could think to protest, Childe had his face in his hands, and he brought their lips together softly.

"I'm only teasing a little," Childe whispered when he pulled back. "I just think it's funny."

"Clearly." Dottore said dryly, but the proximity of their faces was not helping matters. He could feel more heat pooling behind his hips as Childe smiled fondly and kissed him again.

"No, it's cute," Childe insisted. Their lips slid together again, and Dottore felt his tongue flick against his bottom lip. "You're cute, when you get all flustered."

Dottore's breath hitched. This was definitely not good. He put his hands against Childe's chest and pushed him away.

"Childe," Dottore breathed, almost pleading with him. "We have to be downstairs."

"Not for a little bit," Childe said deviously. His free hand slid down Dottore's cheek, down to his neck. His eyes wandered again, giving him an up-down as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. "You look really good too."

"Childe. "

"Come on. Now you've got me all worked up too," Childe muttered softly. "We can be quick, if you're that worried."

Childe kissed him again, and Dottore wanted to push him away again, but suddenly became acutely aware of the soft, luxurious feel of velvet under his fingers. Instead of pushing, his hands slid down his chest. They glided across the fabric smoothly, the texture making his fingertips tingle, and he slid them back upwards to feel more. Soon, he was all but pawing at Childe's chest, his reservations all forgotten as he opened his mouth and let his tongue loll out to meet with the Eleventh's. Childe was rubbing the side of his neck, sending shivers down Dottore's spine that went straight to his aching cock.

Dottore moaned into his mouth. Then, Childe pulled away. Dottore tried to chase after his lips without thinking, and the Eleventh giggled.

"Ooh, shit," Childe breathed, a bit awed. "You're so turned on. Do I look that good?"

Dottore wanted to tell him he did, but with the part of their lips came an inkling of clarity, and he hesitated.

They really should have been getting downstairs.

Dottore would not hear the end of it, if they sauntered in late, and at the same time, no less.

But Childe took a few steps backwards. There was an oversized armchair sitting off the side to the mirror, and he sat down. He splayed out in it, spreading his legs open wide and draping his arms over the sides. He let Dottore's mask slip from his fingers, and it landed with a dull thud against the carpet. Once it was out of his hand, he grasped his bow tie and started unraveling it.

"Tell me how good you think I look," Childe said, voice low. With his tie undone, the hourglass edges hanging limply against his collarbone, his hand drifted down to his crotch. He locked eyes with Dottore as he palmed himself, rubbing at the slight bulge in his pants. "Or better yet, why don't you just show me?"

Dottore's mouth actually watered.

Fuck it, anyway. Since when had Dottore ever bothered to be on his best behavior? There was no sense in starting now.

Dottore nearly stumbled over to Childe, pressing his palms down against the arms of the chair and leaning in to feverishly steal his lips. Childe met him eagerly, moaning as their tongues came together in a messy, heated collision.

The scent of lavender filled Dottore's nostrils until his head swam, and he almost slumped against Childe as he nipped his way up his jawline to where the aroma was strongest. Dottore kissed the skin behind his ear, then flicked his tongue against it. He could still faintly taste the alcohol from the cologne on his skin, bitter on his taste buds, but he still scraped his teeth against the skin there and relished in the moan it elicited from Childe. He let his hips drop down, and the contact of their groins made him groan in pleasure. They grinded against each other as Dottore sucked at the sensitive spot behind Childe's ear, breathing in sweet lavender and his natural, heady aroma. Childe's hands were traversing his chest now, having undone the buttons on his dinner jacket and vest, running his fingers over the white silk dress shirt underneath.

Dottore let his knees buckle when that position became too awkward to linger in, and he slid down Childe's frame until he was kneeling between his legs. Childe readjusted himself, sitting up a little straighter. He let out a breathless laugh as he ran a hand through his hair, cheeks tinged pink.

"Oh, fuck, stay like that," Childe panted. He reached down to Dottore's fuchsia bowtie, quickly undoing it for him. Then he stroked his cheek, gazing at him with half-lidded eyes. "You look good on your knees."

Childe shifted one of his legs inward, until the tip of his dress shoe gently prodded the bulge in Dottore's pants. Dottore's lips fell open with a moan, and Childe took the opportunity to let his thumb slip between them, rubbing his foot against his clothed erection.

"You like that?" Childe breathed hotly, pressing his thumb along the center of Dottore's tongue. "Do you like looking at me like this?"

Dottore whimpered, rolling his hips forward towards the friction against his crotch, closing his lips around Childe's thumb and sucking it in deeper. He looked up at him reverently, at the image that was still somehow so perfectly pristine despite the fact that they had already wrinkled his jacket. Dottore's hands found their way to velvet thighs, and he dug his nails in and dragged them against the grain of the fabric, leaving unkempt lines in their wake. At certain angles, Dottore realized, the fabric matched the color of his eyes perfectly. Every part of him seemed to be designed to pull Dottore in deeper, his suit bringing him to his gaze, and the blue bringing him to the complimentary flush of his lips, and his pink lips bringing him to the bulge straining against the confines of his trousers.

Dottore released Childe's thumb, diving between his legs and burying his face in velvet. It was hot, rapturously soft, tickling Dottore's lips as he wrapped them around his clothed erection. The state of his clothing was the farthest thing from Dottore's mind now, as he flicked his tongue out and licked a long stripe over the outline of Childe's cock, eliciting a moan out of the Eleventh as he fisted his hand into celeste hair and pulled him in even closer. The sweet smell of fresh, clean fabric was laced with the scent of barely concealed sex, and Dottore breathed it in until his lungs ached.

Dottore came up for a gasp of air, his fingers quickly working at the buttons of Childe's trousers and slipping past the boundary of his waistband until he held his arousal in his hand. He kept his eyes turned upwards, watching Childe's breath hitch as he pressed salacious kisses all around the head of his cock. He could feel him throbbing in his palm, mouth watering as he took it between his lips and ran his tongue along the underside of the tip. Childe's back arched, and a drawn-out whine escaped his throat as he bucked his hips towards the heat of Dottore's mouth.

"Oh, fuck , just like that," Childe groaned, pulling Dottore's hair. "That's so- fuck ."

Dottore eagerly complied, but not before ridding himself of the excess saliva that was pooling in his mouth, spitting into his hand and wrapping it around Childe's shaft. He started stroking him as he secured his lips around his cockhead, lapping at him wantonly. Childe's foot twitched; the toe of his dress shoe was still teasing at Dottore's restrained erection, and he graciously adjusted it to give him more contact. Dottore whimpered desperately as his hips jerked forward, his aching need almost perfectly nestled against the gentle curve of the vamp, and he continued to rut against him as he ravished Childe's cock. Dottore wanted to touch himself, and he could have at any time, but his free hand felt anything but unoccupied; it was flush against Childe's inner thigh, gliding up and down, feeling the shape of him, the almost plush material sliding past his fingers. It was more intoxicating than even the friction building in his trousers - it made his skin tingle and his spine shiver, and when his hand drifted in just a bit further, rubbing his thumb along the crease where Childe's thigh and pelvis connected, it drew a mewl out of the Eleventh that served him far better than his own hand could have.

But Dottore could not be satisfied with this for long. Lips still suctioned around Childe's erection, Dottore hooked his fingers under the Eleventh's waistband and started yanking them down. Childe immediately understood, lifting his hips and letting Dottore slide his pants down past the curve of his ass, until they were bunched up mid-thigh. Dottore finally released Childe's dick with a lewd, wet gasp, only to dive back down on his own fingers. He thouroughly slicked his middle and ring digits, drawing them back out and bringing them between Childe's legs. The Eleventh's hips were still hovering just above the chair, clearly understanding what Dottore had in mind, cooing soft affirmations at him as the older man probed his entrance. Dottore pressed one finger just inside experimentally, and when Childe greedily swallowed it up, he immediately followed it with the other. Childe moaned shrilly as Dottore slipped inside, immediately sinking down onto his fingers.

Watching him so wantonly take him in suddenly made Dottore realize something.

"You look amazing," Dottore muttered breathlessly. He hadn't actually said it out loud yet. Perhaps, at this point, it went without saying, but it still felt like a waste not to vocalize. Childe stilled himself for a moment, taking an opportunity to catch his breath as he smoothed back the edges of Dottore's hair.

"I'm glad you're enjoying the view," Childe said with an airy laugh. "But you're not going to expect me to doll myself up like this often, are you?"

His fingers outlined the shell of Dottore's ear, and it made the skin on his arms break out into goosebumps. "No. You look amazing every night, sweetheart."

Childe blinked at him dumbly a few times before a giddy titter bubbled out of him, his free hand drifting to his own face to partially cover his mouth. The flush that had already taken over his cheeks somehow seemed to deepen before Dottore's eyes.

"Don't say things like that if you're really in a hurry," Childe warned lightheartedly. His eyes had drifted away from Dottore's gaze bashfully, but he met them again, looking hungrily at him through copper lashes. "Talk like that again, and neither of us will be making it downstairs tonight."

Dottore was tempted to press his luck. He could no longer fathom wanting to be anywhere else but here, anyway. But rather than continue jawing, he decided his mouth could be put to much better use.

Dottore took Childe between his lips again, swirling his tongue around the tip of his cock before taking him in deeper. His fingers curled inside him, teasing his prostate, and Childe cried out in pleasure as his hips bucked upwards. He hit the back of Dottore's throat, moaned, and continued thrusting into the tight suction of his mouth, cooing earnest affirmations and soft curses all the while. Dottore moaned around him, his own hips desperately rolling against Childe's shoe still pressed against the bulge in his pants. He curled his fingers against his prostate again. He withdrew with a slow pull, then pushed back in towards it. He massaged it in little circular motions until Childe's toes were sure to be curling, until his thighs trembled from the moist heat of his mouth and his probing fingers.

Spit and precum were leaking from Dottore's lips unbidden, dribbling down his chin and surely onto his freshly pressed dress shirt, but he didn't care. Childe was holding his head still now as he fucked his throat, breathlessly taking him and letting him be taken until his hips finally stuttered to a stop.

"Oh, fuck," Childe moaned, tugging Dottore's hair. "Stop, stop, you're gonna make me come. I wanna come while you're fucking me. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, please."

Dottore promptly released his cock, a string of saliva connecting them from his tongue to the tip of Childe's cock. It snapped in the center, falling against Dottore's chin. He didn't even bother to wipe it away. Childe was already kicking his own shoes off as Dottore withdrew his fingers from his ass. Dottore grabbed the velvet trousers and quickly yanked them the rest of the way down Childe's thighs, over his knees and down to his ankles and-

And of course he was wearing sock garters, as well. Of course they were perfectly snug around his muscular calves, and maybe just a hair too snug, his skin pushing back against the leather straps and pudging out slightly around the edges.

"Shit," Dottore breathed hotly. "Who dressed you?"

Childe threw his head back with an breathless laugh, absently running a hand through his hair. "I don't know. Some palace attendant." Childe shot him a sly smirk, and a little waggle of his eyebrows. "Why? You thinking about sucking his dick, too?"

Dottore just nipped at the inside of his thigh with a little growl, quickly standing back up. He hooked his arms under Childe's knees and yanked him forward, until his back was nearly flush with the seat of the armchair and his ass was hanging off the edge of it. Childe held his legs up himself then, pulling them to his chest with a quiet moan. Despite the need still throbbing desperately in his trousers, Dottore had to take a moment to appreciate the sight before him. Childe opening up to him, his hole twitching as he anticipated being filled. The two buttons on his jacket had been undone, either by his own hands or in the process of his writhing, and the upper most buttons of his vest strained against the awkward position he was in. Dottore reached down and undid them for him, but left everything else intact. It was a picture too pretty to alter any more.

Dottore hurriedly took off his own jacket, the heat of it already too much to bear, but left everything else on, if only because he was losing the patience to waste anymore time on undressing. He finally pulled his cock from its fabric constraints, and it was dripping with want, twitching at the sight of Childe's flushed face and open hole. Dottore crudely spat in his hand and wrapped it around himself, wetting it further and pressing it against the Eleventh's heat.

Childe let out a long, drawn out moan as his cock breached his entrance, and Dottore's voice followed with it. He took him so well, so perfectly pliant as Dottore sank into him down to the hilt. The feeling of his pelvis laying flush against the curve of Childe's ass was nearly enough to render Dottore delirious. They slotted together so effortlessly. Everything fit into place. It was like Childe was made to warm his cock, like they were two halves of one sinful whole. Dottore couldn't even speak anymore. All he could do was move. He nudged Childe's hands out of the way, laying his palms against the back of his thighs and pressing down, folding him in on himself as he started thrusting into him.

Childe moaned openly as he was ravaged, his hands gripping the edge of the seat cushion tightly.

"Oh, fuck, you're so- you're so deep," Childe gasped. " Oh, Gods, you're right there, you're right there, ah, harder, ah-"

Dottore didn't need to be told twice. He pulled back, then jerked his hips forward, and Childe practically screamed in ecstasy. He kept going like that, bottoming out deep inside him, the sound of their bare skin slapping together loud enough to make his ears ring.

"Oh my- " Childe drew a sharp breath inwards, face contorting in pleasure. "Ohh, fuck, fuck, fuck- "

"Oh, you're so gorgeous like this," Dottore panted as he thrust, finally finding his words again, too awed to stay silent.

Childe's gaze fell from Dottore's face, flickering downwards. He was watching it. He was watching himself get fucked, watching the bob of his own slick erection against his stomach as Dottore's cock plunged into his open hole, and his legs twitched from it. "Fuck, yes, yes, fuck my pussy like that, ah- "

"You're perfect, fuck , you're so perfect."

"Ohh, Dottore ," Childe whined. "Dottore, Dottore, Dottore- "

His tone increased in pitch and urgency as he fervently babbled his name, and Dottore felt him clenching around him. "You're coming for me, gorgeous?" He muttered.

"Yes, so close, ah, so close, I-" Language died out on his tongue as Dottore jerked his hips forward again, quicker than before, picking up the rhythm until he was pounding into him at a breakneck pace. Childe was nothing but shrill, sweet moans as Dottore's cock thrust against his most sensitive spot. Dottore could see his toes curling through his dress socks. It was all the warning Childe could give before coming across his chest, untouched, a stream of reverent nonsense eking out of his throat and filling the air. His insides tightened around Dottore's cock as he was given his release. Childe was hot, twitching, calling his name as he came; Dottore could not have hoped to last much longer himself.

Dottore's hips were no longer under his control as his thrusts lost a steady rhythm, heedlessly bucking against Childe as they began to chase for his impending climax. He was so soft inside. Dottore sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth, whimpering. After a few more frantic jerks forward, he came with a loud, shuddering moan. He buried himself in deep, filling up his depths with his release, and he could feel Childe shiver in pleasure around him. One of his legs was twitching in the air as Dottore held him there, even after he had emptied himself out. Dottore just stayed in that position, panting, looking down at the absolute vision in front of him, his head only just reemerging from the fog of his desire.

Gods, he was beautiful. The way his entrance fit so snugly around him, even as Dottore began to soften. The muscle tone of his calves and thighs, and how soft and malleable it was in Dottore's hands when he relaxed like this. The giddy, fucked-out glaze over his deep blue eyes. The pretty pink that dusted the apples of his pale cheeks. The-

The spattering of semen all across blue velvet.

Shit. The lingering haze, the sensation of floating, quickly dissipated and left Dottore standing on soberingly solid ground. They had somewhere to be. Soon, if not now. Dottore had completely lost track of the time. He had lost track of everything.

He cursed under his breath, pulling out and abruptly releasing the hold he had on Childe's thighs. The release of Dottore's cock and his own strained muscles made Childe mewl, a sweet, enraptured noise that was nearly enough to render the older man mindless again. But Dottore maintained his composure as Childe went limp, letting his feet hit the floor, one leg still shaking even as he melted into the armchair.

Dottore hastily unbuttoned Childe's vest the rest of the way, then started on his dress shirt, not even bothering to wait and see if the Eleventh would do it himself. "Come on, get up." Dottore huffed. "We have to clean this up, we're-"

"Mm, relax," Childe muttered. He went to swat Dottore's hands away from his suit, and seemed to forget what he was doing halfway through, instead just resting a hand heavily on top of them and giggling. "Holy shit."

Dottore had him unbuttoned now, but he wasn't budging. Dottore stepped back to glower at him disapprovingly, but only noticed that cum was now seeping out of his loosened hold and leaking out onto the floor. Great. They were making a mess of the carpet, as well. Dottore almost said something about it, but realized that there was no one to blame about that but himself. Instead, he just grabbed Childe by the shoulders and pulled up into a sitting position. He stripped off his jacket for him as he sat there dreamily, but when he tried to take off his vest, Childe just draped his arms over his shoulders with another bubbly laugh.

"You should kiss me," Childe hummed playfully.

"In a second. We have to clean this up. Lift up your arms."

Childe didn't listen, just slumping against him limply. "What's the hurry?"

"Are you joking? Do you know what kind of hell we'll catch if we're late?"

"I dunno," Childe said distantly. He giggled again. "I think your dick made me stupid."

"Yes, yes, you sound like an absolute ignoramus. Now help me clean up."

Childe just grinned at him, kissing the corner of his mouth. "Oh, relax. We're probably late already anyway. What's a few more minutes?"

"Well, you-" Dottore cut himself off with a groan, realizing that he was probably right. "Oh, I'm never going to hear the end of this. Pantalone's going to have my head for this."

Childe hummed in amusement, but finally straightened himself out a little, and took his vest off himself. "It'll be fine. If we get some soap and water on this now, it won't even stain."

"It still has to dry after that."

"Mm hm." Childe agreed. He shot a mischievous look at him. "But I can think of a few ways to pass the time while we wait."

Dottore opened his mouth to argue, but Childe just swooped in and took his bottom lip between his teeth. He pulled at it teasingly, eyebrows shooting up suggestively as he gave Dottore an alluring, half-lidded gaze.

Dottore gulped audibly.

Fuck it.

They were three hours late.

They had gotten the most incriminating stains out of Childe's suit, but they didn't have time to press out the wrinkles, or properly fix his rumpled hair, or to find the black bow tie that had been lost somewhere in the room after being haphazardly tossed to the side. And they certainly did not possess the means to tend to the sizable hickey behind his ear.

Not that Dottore looked much better. If anything, the incriminating flush of mortification creeping up his neck did him no favors.

But even as Pantalone menacingly breathed down his neck the entire evening, a looming reminder of the lecture he was sure to receive once the guests had gone on their merry way, Dottore could at least take solace in one thing.

Childe still had a bit of the cologne he had been given in the pocket of his trousers. He had quickly dabbed a bit on both of them, to cover up the lingering smell of sweat and sex that clung to them.

Dottore didn't think it suited him as well as it did Childe. But he caught himself fiddling absently with his collar the entire night anyway, just for the faint scent of lavender that would waft up from his neck and fill his senses with its soothing aroma.

As far as he was concerned, the evening had gone off without a hitch.

And Childe was still the most stunning thing in the Palace; wrinkles and all.