Q

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One of the nicest things about being Commander was that he could go into engineering any time he pleased. Some days he liked to turn up, always unannounced, for inspection and debriefing. That made it sound professional.

He wandered in through the monitors and deeper in toward the engines. He walked back to Q's office and work room and entered with his credentials.

"How's the ship?" he asked with a bit of a cocky smirk. Bond was well aware Q wasn't fond of how brash he could be, as if he were daring the entire ship to catch them.

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[cuppa_q]

"I do, but they're a bit, um... Cheap," he admitted. He'd wanted the space to be authentic after all. "Under the bed."

[0_0_7]

Bond grinned and let go of his wrists. He tracked down his body as Bond made his way to the floor. He paused to taste Q's cock, but only once before bending low to find the box.

Q was right. They were cheap. The sort of thing some wine mom would buy the girl at work for a hen's night laugh. But they'd do nicely.

He rose again.

"Roll over. On your belly," he commanded.

[cuppa_q]

Q protested the sudden lack of contact with a low whine, but eventually did as he was told. Settling on his belly, his toes curled as he stretched out just a little.

[0_0_7]

Bond took a pair of fuzzy cuffs and slowly, tender, locked Q's wrists together behind his back.

"Alright there?" Bond asked as he tested how tight they were.

[cuppa_q]

Q nodded a little, testing the cuffs- Even though they both knew they weren't secure. It was a nice little fantasy though, and Q rutted lightly against the bed.

Part of him wondered what it might be like to have James in cuffs one day. ...Proper ones, obviously. These flimsy things wouldn't stand a chance against the man.

[0_0_7]

Bond kissed across his shoulders, then down his back.When he reached Q's bound hands, he rose. It only took a moment of looking and he had the lube.Slicking his finger, Bond was purposely frustrating, enjoying how Q squirmed.

[cuppa_q]

Q didn't disappoint, squirming and rutting where he lay.

"Hurry up, old man," he said, well aware he was winding the man up. He couldn't help it, he liked to poke the commander. He enjoyed instigating.

It was endearing when James said it to Harry, but outright cheek when Q said it to James.

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"Eager little shit," Bond scolded, giving his ass a smack. THen he withdrew his fingers so he could select a rubbery plug to fill him with. He was slow about slipping it in, making certain Q took it all.

[cuppa_q]

Q swore softly, wriggling again as the plug settled into place.

[0_0_7]

Bond gave Q's ass a sharp smack, then circled round the bed. He grabbed him under the armpits and hauled him right to the edge.

Bond took himself in hand.

"Open your mouth," he said quiet and cool.

[cuppa_q]

Defiant and stubborn as ever, Q shook his head and started to roll away. There was a playful edge to it all though. A quiet hint of glee as the boffin made things just a bit difficult.

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He grappled with Q a little. He could have forced him down, but there was no fun in that. The struggle, pretend or not, was hot.

"Come now," he said, finally catching Q by the hair to wrench his head back. He held his cock rigid for him. "Be a good lad."

[cuppa_q]

Q yelped softly, finally going still and submitting to James. Lips parted, he held the commander's gaze as best he could.

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Bond took his mouth and slid deep as he dared. It was a horrible angle for Q, forcing him to struggle against muscles that rebelled against the contortion.

He withdrew every time so Q could breathe. Though he took care, his hands were rough and he used him until he was sure the man could take no more.

[cuppa_q]

Q gasped and tensed each time he could catch his breath, and by the time James stopped he was panting and a little shaky from the awkward position he'd been trapped in. Still, he didn't complain. He simply caught his breath and watched Bond with hungry eyes.

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Bond met his gaze and wet his lips. A moment later he rolled him over, then bent over and kissed him eagerly...upside down.

"You drive me mad," he whispered against Q's mouth. "I want you. All the time..."

[cuppa_q]

"I want you too," Q gasped. "Sometimes you drive me to distraction... Just being around."

[0_0_7]

"Once upon a time I was a patient lover," Bond chuckled softly, then moved to climb onto the bed with Q. He half laid on him, studying his eyes a moment, then he smiled. "I do love you, though. Distraction is a very good word."

He nodded to cement that though, then burrowed into Q's neck to taste him while he reached for his cock to stroke him.

[cuppa_q]

Q moaned loudly, pulling on the cuffs and groaning as he bucked into Bond's touch.

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"Even the way you breathe goes straight through me," he said, tracking kisses lower and lower until he could return the favor and swallow Q down.

[cuppa_q]

Q moaned, arching his back and tilting his head back, his neck tight as he choked out a groan of pure pleasure.

Bond's lips were bliss.

[0_0_7]

Bond was driven and demanded Q fall apart. His lips and tongue worked together over the rigid flesh. He plunged down and swallowed him whole until he couldn't take any more. He nudged Q's legs apart so he could reach back to take the toy and move it to drive him to the edge.

[cuppa_q]

Q struggled and gasped, and when he came it was with a sharp cry of pleasure.

[0_0_7]

Bond caught every drop and was careful to keep it in and not swallow. He withdrew From Q's cock and moved up to kiss him, thrusting his tongue deep to force the load down his throat. A strong hand gripping his hair insured Q was at his mercy.

[cuppa_q]

Q tried to fight and protest, but all he could do was swallow it down with a choked whimper and a spit aimed right at James' face as he drew back.