Harry

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They'd spent a few nights together, and Bond had found Harry to be quite obedient with every request given. Bond found he looked forward to feeling his phone buzz, knowing it would be Harry.

But it was time to push Harry's boundaries a bit, he thought, so he sent Harry a photo of himself in the man's office chair, draped in the chair with his hand wrapped around his cock.

Your scheduler says you're free at five. I'm sure she's wrong. I will meet you in this room at six.

Bond had cleared his own schedule for the night and settled into Harry's sinfully nice office chair with his phone.

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[lepidopterologist]

Bond was right, it was a feat for Harry to stay silent. But he did. Breath, gasps, but no sound.

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Their silence only seemed to amplify the wet sounds, the slick sounds, the smack of skin on skin. Bond held Harry's hips and used him mercilessly.

"Touch yourself, Harry," he whispered. "You're being so good. Show me how much you like it."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry sucked in a breath and immediately grabbed his cock and started pulling himself off, panting.

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Bond used him, daring to take one smack at his ass. It rang out like a shot and Bond groaned low before palming his ass and groping him.

He came hard, and utterly silent. If it wasn't for the stutter in his rhythm, it was impossible to tell.

The stutter, and the load that filled him.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry gasped and a moment later, he came himself with a quiet moan. He would have asked permission if he'd been able to speak.

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Bond patted his ass as he slipped free. With one hand, he reached up to undo the gag.

"Stellar, pet. Perfect," he praised breathlessly.

[lepidopterologist]

Breathing a bit labored, Harry reached up to grope for the box of tissues on his desk, and cleaned himself up.

God he loved the way Bond's praise made him feel. He wet his lips. "What a stellar end to the work day."

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"Wait-" he said. He pulled up is trousers and dug into his other pocket, pulling out a small steel plug. He pressed it into Harry.

"That will stay there until I text you later to take it out. Understood?" Bond asked, his once low and seductive.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry groaned softly. God, that was hot. A bit humiliating, knowing that he was walking around with Bond's come still inside him, still opened up from the plug.... "Yes, sir," he said as he pulled up his trousers.

Though the thought made him think of something else, too.

"James, it did ah, recently occur to me that we've gotten a bit carried away, not using condoms. I have, at least. It's risky." And he did not want to assume James wasn't with anyone else.

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"I do test regularly, but if it would make you more comfortable, I'll come... prepared."

He smirked at his little joke and started to put himself back together.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry just nodded, glad that he didn't meet with resistance.

As he dressed, he finally said, "Ah, under normal circumstances I'm not one to jump quickly into bed with people, but I confess I bring this up in part because... I have a date this weekend. It just made me think, I suppose."

He anxious about what James' reaction to that would be. But he needed to know.

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"A date?"

Bond smirked.

"Do let me know how that goes."

Q had mentioned a date, too. Bond thought nothing of it. He wouldn't fault either of them for looking for love.

But he knew neither of them would be truly satisfied without this.

"You're not allowed another Dom. You understand, of course."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry wasn't sure how to feel about Bond's reaction. On the one hand, it was a relief. On the other, perhaps part of him had hoped he would reveal that he cared for him beyond just sex...

"James, I literally do not think I could survive having a second dom," he said. "But I ca assure you that is not the case here."

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"Good," he smiled. "I also need you to keep me informed if things change."

He rested his hand on Harry's arm.

"I'd never deny you an opportunity for love."

And then he squeezed.

"But I have no plans to let you go."

[lepidopterologist]

No plans to let him go, and no plans to love him. Well, it was good to be clear.

Harry managed a small smile. "I will be honest with you," he promised him.