Bond fucked him hard, changing pace and angle frequently to keep himself from spilling too soon. He wanted Harry to feel utterly used. Wanted him to sit uncomfortably in every meeting for the rest of the day. And he wanted, more than anything, to get the man to stop thinking for one fucking minute.

When Harry was pliant, Bond smiled and smacked his ass.

"Touch yourself. You've been so good, pet. The perfect fuck. Come for me," he said.