Turlough smiles and slinks closer, hooking his fingers in the Doctor's braces. "What was that you said about trying to change my mind?"

Turlough grins and then gives the Doctor's braces a sharp tug, pulling him down into a firm kiss. The Doctor is stiff, unyielding at first, but Turlough pushes, persistent. The moment the Doctor gives in, the Doctor loops his arms beneath Turlough's armpits, yanking the younger man tightly against him and running possessive hands down Turlough's back. Turlough gasps when the Doctor's mouth drops to slide along his chin, when the Doctor's hands untuck his shirt, sliding inside Turlough's trousers to clutch, and scrape blunt nails up along his spine. Turlough pulls at the Doctor's clothes, trying to be demanding and in control, even as the Doctor pulls him down a hallway and manhandles him into the nearest room.

"How many bedrooms do you have?" Turlough manages with a laugh as the Doctor knocks him over onto the bed and follows him down.

"Enough," the Doctor says against Turlough's skin, his tone wavering when Turlough's fingers dip into his trousers. He sits back, pulling Turlough up onto his elbows by his tie and licks Turlough's mouth open. "Take off the rest of your clothes."

"Yes, sir," Turlough teases, biting the Doctor on the jaw. "Would you like me to recite the lesson I memorized for today, sir?"

The Doctor feels a grin curl his mouth, one that may be better suited to his most recent previous self. "Not necessary, I should think," he answers lightly enough, but with a possessive rumble underneath his words. He helps Turlough wiggle out of the rest of his clothes and then the Doctor removes his own. "Perhaps it is time to learn a new one." The Doctor knots Turlough's tie loosely around the younger man's neck.

Turlough smiles. "You're awfully focused on a tie, sir."

The Doctor pulls gently on the tie, using the worn material to coax Turlough to shift up the bed. He settles between Turlough's legs, lightly stroking one lean thigh. "Never underestimate the usefulness of a good tie, Turlough."

It becomes hazy after that, Turlough's hands in the Doctor's hair and the Doctor guiding Turlough's movements until they fit. The Doctor keeps his hand wound in Turlough's tie, and Turlough lets himself be controlled, directed, savors the press of the Doctor's knuckles against his chest until it sweeps him away, and he and the Doctor end up a tangled heap of limbs and linen. The Doctor trails soft kisses along Turlough's shoulders and collarbone until their breathing slows, loosening the tie and tossing it on the floor.

"Never would have thought you one for a bit of kink, Doctor," Turlough says after a long moment.

"Mm," says the Doctor with a smile. "You see, Turlough, like your uniform, there is also a reason for why I wear beige."