Harry

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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.

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[0_0_7]

Bond groaned low and pushed his fingers into Harry's hair to hold on. He thrust in deep and held Harry there until he surrendered. Only then did he begin to use him as he pleased.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry let go entirely. Just... surrendered, and let Bond take total control. He could choke him like this, easily, but it was another way to show how he trusted him.

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Bond did choke him, twice in fact. He sank deep, holding Harry's head so he couldn't get away. But then he let him go and petted his hair gently.

It truly was beautiful to watch.

"Get it nice and wet. Unless you want it to hurt," he told him.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry's mouth was slightly parted, his lips glistening with spit. "I don't think it can get much wetter," he said breathlessly.

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"Then get on your feet, pet. Don't make me wait," he said, aching to have him.

His desk was right there and he pushed Harry over it once he was on his feet.

"If you're a good sport, I'll let you come, too," he said.

In truth, he wouldn't give Harry a choice.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry let out a grunt as he was pushed over the desk. "Thank you," he gasped out.

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Bond slicked his fingers and prepared Harry, but not well. The man would reap the consequences of his own actions.

Thankfully, when he filled him, it wasn't too rough.

"Christ, you feel so good. Every time, pet," he exhaled.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry turned his head, cheek against the wood, and closed his eyes. Let himself let go and just feel it. "I don't want anyone else inside me," he murmured. Which he felt okay saying because Q had never expressed any interest in topping to him. (Another reason this was all so perfect, the two of them, Harry got everything he needed...)

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Sometimes Harry said just the right thing.

Bond held one hip and pressed the other square in the middle of Harry's back to get proper leverage. His shirt tail hung down, parting just above his cock so he could enjoy the look of Harry taking him again and again.

"Good. Then you'll always know whose come is drying on your thighs," he said and thrust in hard.

[lepidopterologist]

"Only yours," Harry groaned, and pushed back against him.

[0_0_7]

Bond sank in deep and settled there for a moment.

"Sir," he insisted.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry shuddered. "Sir," he breathed. "Anything you want, sir."

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Harry's reward was motion. Bond fucked him hard, shoving him across the desktop and immediately jerking him back by that hip. He breathed through his nose, enjoying the sight of the man absolutely submitting to him.

[lepidopterologist]

"James..." Harry groaned, though he was barely able to get it out, with how he was being utterly railed.

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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.

[lepidopterologist]

"Yes sir," gasped out Harry, and closed his eyes again.

[0_0_7]

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.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry did exactly was he was told, and it took about three seconds for him to come, groaning as he utterly fell apart.

[0_0_7]

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.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry went limp against the desk. "Yes sir," he mumbled.

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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.

[lepidopterologist]

"And you're the first person to figure out what I need besides my old therapist," Harry said with a chuckle.

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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."

[lepidopterologist]

"How are you feeling?" Harry asked, after he'd done just as Bond asked.

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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.