Bond stopped stroking and only gripped him.

"Not until I do," he said, then let him go.

Bond rose and slipped free, shifted and rolled Q up, knees on Bond's shoulders as he sank in deep. He pushed forward, all but folding Q in half so he could kiss him, too.

There was a fervor behind his passion he only felt on nights like this.

He knew death had never been a real possibility for either of them tonight. He'd seen to that. But that didn't change how his cock had been hard before he'd even gotten up off the pavement. He felt alive and chased that high.