Bond was putty in his hands, fluid hips rising to seek friction. A hand reached out and he skimmed fingertips over Q's skin, though his eyes were closed. When Q's slick finger grazed him, one knee drew up and his legs fell apart.
"Are you mine, Q? Do I really get every part of you?" he purred, managing to open his eyes just a little to look at him.
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Date: 2023-07-13 10:41 pm (UTC)"Are you mine, Q? Do I really get every part of you?" he purred, managing to open his eyes just a little to look at him.