Harry

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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]

Harry had gotten fairly good at avoiding Bond, and since the revelation from Q this weekend he'd been even more careful. He just could not handle a conversation with him about it. He also thought that Bond probably knew, or at least suspected, that Harry and Q hadn't been intimate yet. And he couldn't handle commentary on that. Or speculation about their sexual compatibility. Or tales of Bond and Q. Or gloating. Or... or just any of the feelings he dredged up that had nothing to do with Q.

And when he walked into the kitchen and saw him there, his ass looking absolutely perfect in those trousers, those feelings practically slapped hi the face. More than he would have ever anticipated. He couldn't even say anything at first.