He bobbed on Q's length, enjoying the shape and weight of him. His hands slowly slipped away from his wrists, trailing along his skin until he could take hold of him to stroke and lift his head.

"Belong to me, Q," he said, low and even. "Say yes. Say you're mine."

The demand was calm, but his grip on Q's cock tightened and as he stroked him, he squeezed roughly.