At the time he'd though it impossible to endure any length of time experiencing the Master's pleasure as well as his own, thought that anything else would have been easier. However now, as the breath caught in his throat and his finger's tightened in the Master's hair, the Doctor was having his doubts.

With a soft keen, he tried to distract himself, reaching with his free hand to stutter at the buttons he'd neglected before. It was unfair, after all, that the Master should be so over dressed. The Doctor always had the worst time keeping still.