Harry

[0_0_7]

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.

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[lepidopterologist]

"Sounds like you're the one saying please," Harry whispered agains his mouth, but then James stroked him particularly deftly and he moaned. "Yes, yes."

[0_0_7]

"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?"

[lepidopterologist]

Of course he remembered.

"Of course I do," Harry murmured. "And clearly it's been on your mind."

[0_0_7]

"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.

[lepidopterologist]

"James," Harry gasped out, surprised, and then gripped the desk with one hand.

[0_0_7]

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."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry closed his eyes. "Of course I still want you," he whispered.

[0_0_7]

Bond slapped his ass and then sunk in another finger.

"Say it louder," he demanded.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry groaned. "Christ, James, I want you."

[0_0_7]

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..."

[lepidopterologist]

"James..." moaned Harry again, and pushed back against him. It had been so long... it even hurt a little, but he seriously didn't care at all.

[0_0_7]

Bond gripped Harry's hip and held him down to the desk with the other hand heavy on his back. desire, need, passion exploded through him and he used Harry ruthlessly. He'd never lost control like this, but he'd never been so bloody desperate for the man.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry closed his eyes again and let himself just feel. The sounds James was making behind him were amazing. "That's it, love, fuck me..."

[0_0_7]

"Touch yourself. Come for me," he demanded through clenched teeth. He was lost and being so out of control was exhilarating. Bond's fingers curled, fisting a handful of Harry's shirt, as if maybe he could hold on tight enough then he wouldn't lose himself completely.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry groaned, and every feeling he had for Bond came rushing back to him. He reached for his cock. "James..."

[0_0_7]

"Oh, God, Harry," Bond rasped, slowing down a bit to feel him. To rub his back, then lean his weight onto him to taste his neck.

"I miss you," he whispered.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry shuddered, and then gasped as he started to pull himself off. The sudden gentleness from Bond nearly did him in.

[0_0_7]

Bond mouthed against the back of Harry's neck as he sunk into him. He was so close and when it hit it was a surprise. Too soon. And deeply satisfying as groaned, sunk deep, and went still.

"Harry," he finally whispered.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry felt him, and between that and his whispered name that felt so full of affection... He came with a moan, reaching behind him to grasp Bond's hand that was at his hip.

[0_0_7]

Bond was still for a long moment, then slowly rose and reached to pull his trousers up. A small oblong stone, brilliantly red and intricately cut and engraved tumbled to the floor.

And just like that, the spell was broken and Bond was left standing there, looking at Harry's bare ass as a wave of guilt threatened to crush him.

[lepidopterologist]

It hit Harry like a ton of bricks, too, and he felt like he'd had the wind knocked out of him.

He yanked his trousers up, turned around... and saw what was on the floor.

He stared. "What the fuck is that." Except he knew exactly what it was.

[0_0_7]

"It wasn't meant for you</>," he snapped, angrily fixing his clothes..

[lepidopterologist]

Harry stared at him in disbelief. "How can you possibly think that statement just made things better? I should fire you on the spot for even bringing that thing into this school!"

[0_0_7]

"I meant to trade it. Not use it! Now it's useless. Just a bloody rock," he huffed, chucking it at Harry.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry caught it in one hand, and then slammed it down onto his desk. He seriously could not handle the jumble of emotions he felt right now. Anger, embarrassment... maybe even disappointment. But the anger was pretty front and center.