Bond had a large room, the space sectioned by decor. There was a modest kitchen area, a table for dining, an area in the center with a comfortable sofa and chairs.

To the left was his bed.

In this time of rubble and dust, Bond's room was clean, inviting, and in some time Before, expensive. Even his bedding was luxe.

Bond devoured his kisses. He didn't try to overpower him. He didn't mind Harry asserting himself. They both knew their roles. He let the man take what he liked for a bit before he firmly grabbed Harry's cock.

"Slow down, Harry. This isn't a fight," he murmured.