Harry

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

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

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"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."

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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.

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

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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..."

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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.

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Bond pushed in deep.

"Like this?" he asked. "Spread for me? You think about this cock buried in you?"

He braced himself up, then reached for Harry's wrist, pinning just one down.

"Splitting you in two?" he asked with another slow, powerful thrust.

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"Yes," breathed Harry, because it was true, and why lie? "I remembered how you held me down, just like this."

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Bond's hold on his wrist tightened he he fucked him slow and hard.

"Let go, Harry. Surrender," he ground out.

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That sounded like an order. "James," he gasped, and then just... let go, and let himself feel it. There wasn't anything else he could do anyway, and honestly.... that was exactly what he wanted. In this moment, Harry had handed over control entirely and he didn't have to make a single decision.

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"Don't come," he said. "Not until I say."

Bond used him, taking exactly what he wanted, exactly how he liked. Pleasure built and sweat beaded on his brow.

[lepidopterologist]

It would be something of a feat to come untouched anyway but honestly Harry didn't feel that far off.

He closed his eyes for a moment and just felt, but then opened him again because he wanted to see the expression on Bond's face.

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Bond was watching Harry intently. When he opened his eyes, Bond held his gaze for a beat before dropping to kiss him.

Cock trapped between them, Bond couldn't drive as deep, but the flex of his stomach rubbed hard against the man's cock.

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Harry kissed him back hungrily, and as soon as there was friction against his cock he suddenly had to actively try not to come.

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"Don't come, Harry," Bond whispered again.

But he made it impossible with the way his body was grinding against him.

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Harry wasn't stupid; he knew exactly what Bond was doing. He wanted him to fail.

And Harry was stubborn and spiteful enough to make as strong an attempt as he could to hold out. "That's not what you want," he gasped. "You want me to fail, you want to punish me."

God he was so fucking close...

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"If I wanted to punish you...I'd stop."

And he did. He sank in deep and froze.

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Touche. That wasn't what Harry meant, and Bond knew it, but Harry had no one to blame but himself.

His hips bucked involuntarily, and he groaned.

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Bond remained still, bracing himself on one arm while pinning Harry down with the other.

"If I wanted to punish you..." he purred, frozen in place.

"I'd. Just. Stop."