Sinric closes his eyes and lets the sensation pour over him, making no effort to stifle his sounds.

He should feel guilty - to be enjoying the luxuries of the flesh while Athelstan suffers because of his neglect but he cannot bring himself to think on that. Or on anything but the glide of the doctor's prick within him and rub of the doctor's strong thumbs on his breasts. If he lets himself think, for even a moment he will fall apart again and his dispair will consume him.