Harry

[0_0_7]

Things were coming together nicely. Harry's people had moved in and after a rather chaotic week of getting everyone settled, things had evened out. The patrols were bringing back necessary items, but also items of luxury and comfort. They'd secured a truck and furniture, clothing, food, copper, and scrap for burning all poured in.

Bond was in his office, going over a ledger. Q and Tanner kept impeccable records and Bond was on top of keeping everything going. He truly hated the task, but he'd do it because it needed done.

The knock on his office door stole his attention.

"Come," he called.

Behind him, the large windows in the luxury box looked out over the pitch where dozens of solar panels were set to catch the sunlight. THe power was easily enough to keep the stadium lit at night. At night, Wembley was a shining beacon in the dark.

He waved Harry in and rose to welcome him in.

"Any hiccups?"

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[lepidopterologist]

Harry wet his lips. "Well you look very good in it," he said breathlessly. "And you look like you're.... very practiced at giving orders."

[0_0_7]

"Should we test how good you are at taking orders?" He asked, and finished with, "Pet?"

[lepidopterologist]

There was visible conflict on Harry's face for a moment. And then he finally said, "Test me then." Long pause. "Sir."

[0_0_7]

Harry could not have pleased him more. Bond inhaled slowly as a smile spread, the warmth of it touching his eyes.

"Good, then," he said. "Let me see your mouth."

His eyes locked on Harry's lips, thinking a hundred thoughts of how much he'd enjoyed it last time.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry wet his lips with his tongue, and then parted them, opening his mouth.

[0_0_7]

Bond watched, letting his thoughts run wild for a long moment.

Then he abruptly moved off Harry and laid on his back.

"That'll do. Now put it to good use," he ordered.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry hadn't even realized until this moment how much he craved something just like this. Well, he'd realized.... before. Not with Bond, but with others. Simple things. Ways to cede control when his work days were so full of controlling everything else.

He climbed on top of Bond and kissed his chest, working his way down, until he found his cock and wrapped his lips around it.

[0_0_7]

Bond reached down and laid the benevolent weight of his hand on the back of Harry's head. He simply felt the motion and enjoyed the wet slip of the man's mouth...

...Then he grabbed and jerked Harry down on his cock, burying himself in his throat for a moment before releasing the pressure, but not the hold.

"Do better, pet," he said.

[lepidopterologist]

To his credit, Harry didn't choke, but nearly. He was more accustomed to going slow, building up, teasing, but... okay, fine, if this was what Bond wanted so be it. He swallowed him down and sucked, sliding his hands onto his thighs to brace himself.

[0_0_7]

Bond gave him firm guidance, but only choked him on purpose one more time. After a long moment, he moaned softly and pushed his fingers into Harry's hair.

"That's it. Like that," he sighed.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry's thumbs dug bruisingly hard into Bond's thighs as he sucked him with clear purpose.

[0_0_7]

It was the best torture. Bond groaned, watching him down the length of his torso.

Heat rose in his groin and he knew he'd never last.

Bond gripped his hair and dragged him away.

"Don't be a greedy bitch," he scolded mildly.

[lepidopterologist]

"You can't seem to decide what you want," Harry said breathlessly once he was pulled back.

[0_0_7]

"I know I want you," he replied, tugging Harry's hair to bring him close enough to kiss.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry gasped into the kiss and then returned it passionately, climbing on top of him.

[0_0_7]

"If you want to be on top, pet..." Bond smirked, then vaved vaguely to the table.

"...You have to do the prep work. Come on, now. That's an order."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry looked at him for a beat, and then climbed off of him so that he could get the oil from the table. He already knew that Q and Bond didn't use condoms, so he didn't inquire about that.

"Because you can't be trusted to do it well?" he asked, as he hooked his thumbs into his underwear and pulled them down.

[0_0_7]

"Because if you do it poorly, I'll punish you," he replied simply.

[lepidopterologist]

"I believe that is inevitable," said Harry softly. If he wasn't properly prepared Bond would split him apart.

He settled on the bed, naked, and let his legs fall apart. Slid a hand down his chest, then lower.

[0_0_7]

Bond watched him with interest. He wet his lips and reached for his cock, eager for friction.

"Show me, Harry," he said, quiet and breathless.

[lepidopterologist]

Ten years ago this would have mortified Harry beyond imagining. He may have not come out of the closet officially before the world ended, but he at least had come to terms with his own sexuality. He wasn't ashamed of this, and certainly not with Bond.

He slid one slick finger inside himself while not taking his eyes off of Bond.

[0_0_7]

"Give it a pull, too," he said, stroking himself a bit faster.

Harry's gaze might be on him, but his was on the show.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry pushed two fingers inside himself with a sharp gasp, and with his other hand, lightly stroked his erection.

His gaze slid to Bond pleasuring himself, too. "Have you ever done this while just thinking of me?" he asked softly. The thought would have never even occurred to him.

[0_0_7]

"All the time," he admitted.

He only watched a moment more before moving in. He tore Harry's hands away and swiftly guided himself in while Harry was still open.

"I think about fucking you all the time..."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry's eyes went wide when Bond pushed inside him, and then he moaned. It hurt, but he honestly didn't care.

'I've thought about you too," he gasped.