Q's fingers slid into his hair, holding tight as his hips lifted off the bed towards the hot, perfect heat of James' mouth.
"Fuck," he gasped softly.
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Q's fingers slid into his hair, holding tight as his hips lifted off the bed towards the hot, perfect heat of James' mouth.
"Fuck," he gasped softly.