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 gasped as he did exactly what he was told. And given that Bond hadn't reiterated that he shouldn't come....

Well, he probably couldn't have stopped himself anyway. "Oh god, James," he moaned as he came. Hard.

[0_0_7]

Bond fucked him hard, but the feeling of Harry coming undone took him right to the edge.

He dropped, kissed Harry hard, and filled him with pulse after pulse.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry returned the kiss, but he also relaxed bonelessly against the bed as soon as he could, spent. It had been a very, very long time since he'd been fucked like that. He was definitely going to be sore tomorrow.

[0_0_7]

Bond slowly let him go, untangled himself, then moved aside. He kept his arm around Harry, holding him securely.

"Well done, Harry," he smiled warmly.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry somehow relaxed even more at that. He laid his had against his chest.

"That was very good," he murmured.

[0_0_7]

"Yes," Bond smiled, rolling close to kiss him.

He couldn't have been more pleased with how docile and spent Harry was.

"Stay the night."

[lepidopterologist]

"Yes," Harry agreed.

He was quiet for a moment then, before saying, "How do you think Q will feel about this?"

[0_0_7]

"He's the one so keen for us to get on," he replied with a smirk.

[lepidopterologist]

"I know it makes no sense under the circumstances for it to feel like cheating," Harry sighed. "I just - he means a great deal to me."

But perhaps Bond did, too. And that was rather confusing.

[0_0_7]

"He means a great deal to me, as well," he said.

More than he cared to say.

[lepidopterologist]

"We should tell him," said Harry with a soft sigh.

[0_0_7]

"It can wait until morning, Harry," Bond scolded mildly.

[lepidopterologist]

"Sure, of course," Harry mumbled, sounding half asleep. He really was rather spent. "I just don't want anything to make him unhappy."

[0_0_7]

Bond snorted softly.

"I didn't fuck you hard enough," he said. "Stop thinking. Go to sleep, Harry."