"Of course you aren't." But the fact of the matter was that the Master didn't have much leverage for struggling and so in spite of that the Doctor soon managed to give the other leg the same treatment, leaving the Master wrapped around the bed post, kneeling on his own mattress, arms still stretched above him and all in all, looking very helpless. Very helpless and very arousing, he had to admit, at least quietly to himself. Out loud he said no such thing, he just pulled his pajama bottoms down further so the view was no longer obstructed and then he went down on his own knees, because it put him in a comfortable position to breathe against the Master's cock, then even give it a little lick, but stay out of reach otherwise.

"This is a very good look on you. I ought to leave you like that, might get you more worshipers."