Q

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Bond lead him inside and closed the door, then pushed Q up against it again to kiss him again. He claimed him with the kiss while his hands roamed over the man's sides. On crept lower and lower and began to tug up the hem of the dress so he could feel Q's leg underneath.

"Christ, you're beautiful," he said breathlessly.

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[quartermaster_q]

Q was panting softly, falling apart beneath the other man's touch.

"Hardly," he laughed. "But you're- You are very kind to say so," he moaned.

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"Beautiful," Bond insisted, kissing Q again to stifle any protest. He got the dress high enough that he could reach beneath it and began exploring.

[quartermaster_q]

Q moaned into the kiss, teetering a bit on his heels and slinging his arms around Bond to keep himself upright.

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"Should I feel bad about just how sexy I think you are like this?" he asked, finding Q's panties and delicately feeling the shape of them with his fingertips. His penchant for Q's pants was no secret, and now, as always, he was curious just what the man had in store for him.

[quartermaster_q]

Q's pants tonight were lace and spandex, offering enough support to give the illusion of there being nothing down there. Not the most comfortable, but fitting for the part he'd thought.

"No. Not at all. ...I did it for you," he whispered. "Just you, James."

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He traced the line of the leg of them, his fingertip dancing along Q's bare skin. Something was off, but he couldn't tell what just yet.

"Just me," he repeated, then stole another kiss. "Christ, Q, the things you do for me. It's a wonder I'm not hard for you every second of the day..."

[quartermaster_q]

Q leaned into the touch, groaning softly.

"I even shaved, what do you think?" he whispered.

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"I think I might actually be hard for the rest of my life now," he chuckled softly, then held Q's hip and slid to his knees. Q's hem fell when he did it and he had to go about hiking it up again. But this time he could see, and he took his time to feel Q's legs with both hands.

[quartermaster_q]

"...It's something I could do always, if you really like it," Q offered quietly.

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Bond hummed, but said neither yes nor no. He didn't care about always, he cared about now. He pushed his hands up Q's legs slowly, eyes closed as he felt the man as if he'd never touched him before. As if he didn't know every millimeter of Q's skin. His fingers crept up and up, then slipped around to hold the backs of his thighs.

"Just how much did you shave?" he asked as his fingertips found more and more smooth skin to touch.

[quartermaster_q]

"I had some help, so more than I'd have been brave enough to do on my own," Q confessed.

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That sparked desire in him so hot he almost whimpered. Rather than do that, he cleared his throat and freed his hands so he could get to his feet again. Face to face with Q, he looked into those dark eyes and a slow smile curved his lips.

"Step out of your shoes," he said, keeping his hands to himself. For the moment.

[quartermaster_q]

Resting one hand lightly on Bond's shoulder, Q gingerly stepped out of his heels, one shoe at a time. It felt wonderful to take them off, if he was honest. Like his feet were no longer being held in a vice like grip.

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"That's better. More eye to eye now," he purred. He reached around Q then and began to pull down the zipper. "Lets make this a little more interesting..."

[quartermaster_q]

"Just be gentle with it. ...I like this dress, I think. I might wear it again one day..." Q said, going still and letting Bond undress him.

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"I wouldn't dream of ruining a gown like this," he replied as he opened the zipper and pulled the dress off of him.

"You, on the other hand, I intend to do some damage to."

[quartermaster_q]

Q laughed brightly at that, thinking it was sort of sweet when Bond made threats like that.

"Oh? Going to damage me? Careful, Bond. It's easier to replace the dress," he teased.

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"Maybe not to the point of replacing you," he smirked, then eased the gown down to puddle at Q's feet.

[quartermaster_q]

"Double-o seven, I think we both know you're not fond of damaging me in any way," Q said softly, wanting the other man to know that was okay. That it wasn't important.

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That made Bond pause and look Q in the eye.

"...No. you're far too precious," he agreed.

[quartermaster_q]

Leaning in, Q pressed a soft kiss to James' lips.

"We both know what I like, but I hope you know that it is touching how careful you are with me. No matter what my desires are, I treasure how gentle you want to be with me."

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Bond's eyes closed at the kiss and he left them that way.

"I could hurt you," he replied. "But I don't think I'd forgive myself."

[quartermaster_q]

Q closed his eyes, hating himself for the way he wanted to push. For the way he wanted to beg Bond to do it anyway.

"I know," he said instead, letting out a soft sigh. "I know, James."

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"You'll come to resent me," he said softly. "If I can't give you what you crave..."

[quartermaster_q]

"Never," Q said softly. "I could never resent you."