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Harry
Things had settled into a rhythm once they'd returned. Bond had increased patrols, scouting farther and farther out from the stadium. People would join him, or they'd be sorry. His teams had no problems raiding. And they gladly killed when need be. Bond had, in fact, ordered no mercy.
He'd only barely spoken to Q of what they'd gone through, and had solidly not spoken about it to Harry. In fact, it had become a bit suspicious how he always seemed to be unavailable to the man.
But when there was a knock on his door and he opened it to see Harry, his stomach dropped as he realized it was a conversation he could no longer avoid.
"Come in," he said, stepping out of the way for Harry to enter.
He'd only barely spoken to Q of what they'd gone through, and had solidly not spoken about it to Harry. In fact, it had become a bit suspicious how he always seemed to be unavailable to the man.
But when there was a knock on his door and he opened it to see Harry, his stomach dropped as he realized it was a conversation he could no longer avoid.
"Come in," he said, stepping out of the way for Harry to enter.
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"Shut up," he said, moving his hand from Harry's back to the back of his neck.
"Only sir. Otherwise shut up," he said, low and dangerous.
He gave Harry's ass a smack and then, with new leverage leaning forward, he fucked him ruthlessly. He wanted to take Harry apart. Bond knew he needed it. He functioned better when he could let go.
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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.
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It took another brutal, merciless minute as Bond chased his own release. When he finally came, he grabbed Harry's hip and sank deep.
"Feel it? Deep in you?" he rasped. "You're mine Harry. This is mine..."
He slapped his ass hard.
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Bond withdrew and wiped himself dry on the back of Harry's thighs and then tucked himself away.
He gave Harry a loving stroke down his backbone once.
"Very good, pet. You know what I need more than I do," he said with renewed focus.
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"Pull up your pants," he said, tugging Harry to his feet.
He leaned in near his ear.
"And bring them to me tomorrow morning," he purred. "Don't change."
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"Better," he said. "I can focus now."
He wandered to where he kept his bottle and poured for them both.
"How is parliament shaping up? I want it in working order by the new moon."
Back to business. And now, dressed, Harry was an equal once again.
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"Yes," he nodded.
He'd see to that. Since things had developed with Q and Harry, Bond had stopped fucking the nymph. Instead, now, he had turned his sights on grooming a spy.
Not that he'd tell Harry that.
"He's ready to begin."
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Bond could not be more pleased with Harry's suggestion.
Nyx and Alcuin both in parliament.
His sneaky little whores.
"An excellent idea," he said.
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"If we all agree, then he should have the last spot," he nodded.
He smiled, pleased.
"Put it together, Harry. You have a little over a week. I have every confidence in you. Pet."
He handed Harry a glass.
"Don't let me down."