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0_0_7Harry rushed out of the loo while Bond rounded the corner and walked away the other direction. Bond sighed as he went in to use the facility, glad he hadn't had to talk to him yet.
He and Q had had a good conversation. They'd done some thinking. He'd already sent a few texts to ask a few questions of assets he trusted around the globe. It could work. The next issue was how to have a conversation with Harry. Something he certainly wasn't ready to do, and absolutely not outside the loo.
He unzipped when he noticed the phone laying there. It could only be Harry's. If the man had seen it, he was the sort to turn it in. Bond was not that sort of person. He didn't pick it up until he'd washed his hands. A quick scan of the greasy screen showed him the code and he tapped it in. Straight off the shelf burner. On Harry? Odd.
Bond ducked into the stall to scan through recent activity.
The last message was a photo of Harry's hand on his belt, a clear erection beneath his knuckles. It sent a jolt to Bond's cock. He scrolled up, admiring some sub follow Harry's every command. He scrolled up, scrolled back down, then leaned against the wall so he could undo his fly and take hold of his cock. Every picture was precisely what Harry asked for and Bond found himself weak that that couldn't be him.
Why couldn't it be him?
He scrolled back through the commands, then opened the camera and took some snaps of himself, following Harry's commands. Once he came, he was determined to find that hotel room. He'd complete the series before he returned the phone.
He had every intention of coming to a decision with Q before returning it.
It could just as easily wind up in the Thames, lost forever and no one the wiser.
Phones went missing every day.
He and Q had had a good conversation. They'd done some thinking. He'd already sent a few texts to ask a few questions of assets he trusted around the globe. It could work. The next issue was how to have a conversation with Harry. Something he certainly wasn't ready to do, and absolutely not outside the loo.
He unzipped when he noticed the phone laying there. It could only be Harry's. If the man had seen it, he was the sort to turn it in. Bond was not that sort of person. He didn't pick it up until he'd washed his hands. A quick scan of the greasy screen showed him the code and he tapped it in. Straight off the shelf burner. On Harry? Odd.
Bond ducked into the stall to scan through recent activity.
The last message was a photo of Harry's hand on his belt, a clear erection beneath his knuckles. It sent a jolt to Bond's cock. He scrolled up, admiring some sub follow Harry's every command. He scrolled up, scrolled back down, then leaned against the wall so he could undo his fly and take hold of his cock. Every picture was precisely what Harry asked for and Bond found himself weak that that couldn't be him.
Why couldn't it be him?
He scrolled back through the commands, then opened the camera and took some snaps of himself, following Harry's commands. Once he came, he was determined to find that hotel room. He'd complete the series before he returned the phone.
He had every intention of coming to a decision with Q before returning it.
It could just as easily wind up in the Thames, lost forever and no one the wiser.
Phones went missing every day.