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Harry
Bond had been working with his prize he'd gotten last weekend. He loved nothing more than a new toy and the more dangerous, the better. He fully intended on using it on Q, not above using the lad as an experiment.
He had the charged stone in his pocket as he made his way to the kitchens to have a cuppa and a snack before turning in for the night. The kitchen was deserted, even the staff off in the back doing their nightly closing up duties.
Bond poured his own tea, the stone making him radiate an energy of pure sensuality. Powerful sexuality.
He had the charged stone in his pocket as he made his way to the kitchens to have a cuppa and a snack before turning in for the night. The kitchen was deserted, even the staff off in the back doing their nightly closing up duties.
Bond poured his own tea, the stone making him radiate an energy of pure sensuality. Powerful sexuality.
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"I never took anything you didn't willingly give," he said. "I miss knowing you want me. We were good together, Harry. You and I. It was good."
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"We were," he said. "Unfortunate that you fucked it up."
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"We were," he agreed, a hand sliding along Harry's waist.
He pointedly ignored the other bit.
"Tell me you don't miss me," he demanded quietly.
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Yes. Yes, he did. He had a new partner in his life. One he genuinely cared for.
And he was going to mess it all up the exact same way.
Bond stepped back and tried to clear his head, but the stone in his pocket made it hard.
"Of course you're right," he said.
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And he felt pathetic for how his body was screaming for him, too. He shifted in the hopes that his erection wasn't obvious. And he was afraid that any word that came out of his mouth would be a plea.
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Bond noticed the ridge behind his fly and his expression twisted a bit. He smirked at met Harry's eyes.
"Look at that," he said. "Always ready for me, aren't you?"
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"Your tongue still gets you in trouble. I should take you over my knee," he said, dangerously low.
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But fuck did he want to let him.
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"Because you let me?" Bond chuckled. "...Alright."
He reached out and snatched Harry's tie near the knot and pulled him in.
He hesitated only a moment, desire coursing through him. Then he closed the distance and gave him a crushing kiss.
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A thousand things went through his head. Most of them were various reasons this was a bad idea. Including that it might upset Q. That it might end up hurting Harry again. That he was Bond's boss now. And more. But the pull of the desire he felt was... utterly unreal. He kissed him back, snaking an arm around his waist.
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Bond gripped Harry's tie deathly tight and devoured every corner of his mouth. The headmaster held him and Bond slipped his hand between them to deftly pop his fly and reach inside.
"Then let me," he rasped against Harry's lips.
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Had he really missed him this much? He couldn't remember the last time he'd ever been this turned on. Maybe the last time he'd ever felt like this eve.
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"Let me, pet " he said as he began to stroke him.
"Let me," he whispered, his lips moving against Harry's as he spoke. "Say yes. Say please."
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"Do you remember the last time I had you in an office? In my office?" he asked, stroking him smoothly. "Do you remember how the desk felt against your cheek? Tell me, headmaster, do you remember?"
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"Of course I do," Harry murmured. "And clearly it's been on your mind."
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"Yes."
A simple word before he pivoted and pushed Harry face down on the desk. His trousers fell and Bond slid his pants just off his ass.
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It had been much too long since Harry had said his name like that and Bond melted a little inside. He'd truly loved Harry and missed him terribly. Not that he'd ever say that outright.
Instead, he conjured a bit of lube and slid a single finger into him to make him ready.
"Harry," he said softly. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you still want me."
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Bond slapped his ass and then sunk in another finger.
"Say it louder," he demanded.
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Once Harry was slick, Bond withdrew so he could open his fly and drop his trousers and pants.
"I need you, Harry," he assured him, lining up and sliding in slowly. "Oh, God...Harry..."
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