Q
Bond was on edge with Hotchner here and had very nearly told Q not to come. But after his time with Leo, he needed his Monday night with the lad.
He waited in his rooms dressed in slacks and a shirt, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He'd poured himself a scotch, then poured another as he sat facing the door.
And he waited.
He waited in his rooms dressed in slacks and a shirt, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He'd poured himself a scotch, then poured another as he sat facing the door.
And he waited.
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Q struggled lightly, but eventually went still.
"As comfortable as one can be. I hope you don't expect me to sleep like this."
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"You won't be sleeping for a bit," he chuckled.
"Pain first."
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Q made a show of trying to twist free- And a show was certainly all it was. Q had no interest in escape, not really. So much of this was pantomime and play- A performance to stimulate James. To make a point of how at the other's mercy he truly was. It was something Q knew he was good at.
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Watching Q struggle was more arousing than it had any right to be. Bond licked his lips, then smiled.
Reaching out, his fingers crackled with faint blue energy before he reached out and gave him a jolt to the side. It was hot and biting, but faded fast and a slow ache lingered.
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Crying out, Q squirmed hard, his breath catching from the literal shock of it.
"Fuck!" he gasped.
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Bond chuckled softly and did it again. He did it until Q struggled for real, which was a far more beautiful thing to watch.
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Q cried out, struggling harder and harder, then trying to pull free.
"Please," he panted.
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Bond did it just one more time, then gave him a minute to recover as he stripped down.
"Your agony is beautiful," he praised warmly.
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Q was whimpering, but he didn't say his word. He held James' gaze though,
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Once he was bare, Bond climbed on the bed and straddled Q's chest, settling half his weight on him. He was hard and stroked his cock a few times before rocking forward and dragging it along Q's lip.
"Now tell me thank you," he said. For hurting him. For stopping. For what he was about to do. It didn't matter.
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Q exhaled with a shiver, still holding Bond's gaze.
"Thank you," he said softly, his wrists tugging on his bonds, testing them again.
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He leaned forward and put his hand on the headboard and guided himself between Q's lips. It didn't matter to him if Q put any effort in at all. Bond used him as he liked until the pleasure threatened to end things far too soon.
He pulled away to let Q breathe.
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Q gasped for air, his cock hard and eager now.
"Please," he panted. "James, sir, please..."
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"What do you need, Q?" Bond asked, stroking himself mostly for a show.
"You've been such a good boy. What do you want?"
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When this began, Bond had every intention of using the chance to get fucked as a reward, as bait, as a tease. But he'll tumbled for the lad and now he craved him. And he wasn't about to deny himself anything he wanted.
He slung his leg off and moved to the foot of the bed, releasing Q's ankles with a wave of his hand.
"Say it again," he said as a minor spell slicked his finger so he could prepare Q.
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Since Bond had become a bit more warm to him, Q found himself even more willing to do as he asked. It was easy to fall at the man's feet when he knew he might be cared for after the pain.
"Please," he said again.
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Bond sunk his fingers in deep, stretching him slowly.
"There's only one thing you could say sexier than that," he said softly.
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"And what- What's that?" Q asked, panting a little.
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"James," he said, bending to have one long, slow taste of Q's cock.
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Q gasped, then let out a deep groan.
"James," he moaned.
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His name on Q's lips shot through him like electricity. He pulled off and looked up at him with a soft smile.
"Good boy," he said, then took Q's legs and hoisted them up so he could slide into him. It took him a moment to guide himself, then he hooked Q's legs in the bend of his arms and fucked him slowly to make sure he felt every inch.
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It was bliss, every inch, every moment- It was perfect, and Quinton melted beneath him.
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The absolute submission was just what he'd wanted. It was rare to find someone who didn't resist, some much more than others. With Q' pliant beneath him, Bond began to move a bit faster.
"A very good boy," he purred. "The best boy..."
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Q moaned softly, touched by the praise, basking in it... He loved when James was kind to him. It felt like a treat, something to treasure and hold onto.
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