London, 1889. One Time Lord shows how utterly he possesses another, posing for a positively scandalous photograph. Flaunting it in the face of Victorian morals. Goes with all that opium den jazz and basically all the 'verses in which the Master drags the Doctor around Victorian London as his manbitch. He makes *such* a willing pet, and looks very pretty when his eyes are burning with drug-addled lust.
Worksafe.
Or as m'learned colleague
45eugenia would call it, Mister Master's Happy Happy Fun Time Photo Booth Experiment, 1889. (Thanks for giving a hand, Geen.) Or as
sam42 put it, "gentlemanly buggerers".
Might not be perfect, but when you come across an actual Victorian daddy/twink posing pic that takes your breath away at its boldness, well... some bodyshots are just too much in character not to be 'shopped. (And no, I'm not going to show you the original:P. Especially since it looks better with these two.)
ETA: The fuck. You weirdos, it wasn't even that good. But iconage, as requested (credit, don't modify, otherwise grab away):
ETA 2: the lovely
boulette_sud wrote a nice little fic to go with the manip,
here.Go read!:)