Harry: Breaking Bond

[0_0_7]

Bond could say he was no longer consumed with thoughts of Harry. He no longer wondered what it would be like to have the man's control, to be able to surrender. Now he knew.

He'd had a noticeable attitude adjustment at work. Eve noticed. R noticed. Everyone noticed. No one knew why, but Bond came to work in a better mood than he ever had. He didn't exactly follow rules, but there was generally less chaos.

And then he had an overnight mission that took him to South America and he came back with the equipment.

In tact.

He thought Q would be pleased.

And then he got a message M wanted to speak to him in the office at end of day and he arrived five minutes early to have a little banter with Moneypenny.

There was a buzz and she gestured to the door.

"He's ready for you, James," she said.

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[lepidopterologist]

It had been less than a week since their night together, and one of the first things Harry had done was break things off (at least for the time being) with Klaus. All of this was complicated enough.

He'd also considered next steps in his request to spend time with Bond and Q each alone. And when Bond's return happened to line up with an evening that Harry had free, this seemed as good a time as any to get that rolling. Even if he did hesitate a bit even speaking to him at all at work.

"Close the door," Harry said, barely looking up from his papers when Bond walked in. And then when the door was closed, he did.

"I hear you've been exceptionally... well behaved this week," he said.

[0_0_7]

"Just doing my job, sir," Bond said, standing at ease next to the chair.

"The portal research is going well, and the mission was easily sorted," he added.

[lepidopterologist]

Hearing 'sir' from his lips did something to Harry before, but it really did something to him now.

A fantasy flashed across his mind, of ordering Bond to bend over his desk...

He shook himself out of it. "Are you done for the day?"

[0_0_7]

"After this meeting, yes," he said. "Are you here long tonight? Q insists the portals are close. He'll be working late."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry looked at him curiously for a moment and then asked, "Are you mentioning that because otherwise you would be leaving with him?"

[0_0_7]

"Not necessarily. I simply have no plans or obligations," he said mildly.

He paused, and found himself unable to keep himself from adding-

"Sir."

[lepidopterologist]

A smile quirked at the edges of Harry's lips.

"Would you like to come to mine for dinner?"

[0_0_7]

Bond nodded once.

"I would," he said. "Very much."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry nodded. "I will meet you outside in ten minutes," he said.

He knew that Moneypenny likely wasn't oblivious, but he would still rather at least attempt to be discreet.

[0_0_7]

"With pleasure, sir," he nodded.

He took that as a dismissal and turned to go.

"I'll be in the carpark," he told him before vanishing.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry took a few minutes to finish up what he'd been doing, and then went downstairs, and into the carpark.

He found Bond by Bond's car. Which was indeed a beautiful sight.

This, he thought, was an interesting test.

He held out his hand for the keys. "I'll drive."

[0_0_7]

I'll drive.

It took a moment for those words to register any meaning. Almost like hearing a foreign language.

I'll drive.

He looked at Harry's hand and reached in his pocket to deposit the keys.

"Be careful," was all he said.

[lepidopterologist]

"I will," Harry said, and slid into the driver's seat.

When Bond was in, Harry started the car, and the engine roared. "You can trust me," he said, looking at him, before pulling out.

[0_0_7]

Bond wanted to vomit the entire time. It was difficult to tell, he seemed relaxed. He couldn't believe Harry's demand.

He couldn't believe how readily he'd obeyed.

[lepidopterologist]

Honestly Harry wanted to drive fast. It was the sort of car that was made to drive fast. And it was fun to drive, too.

But he didn't. He drove carefully, and expertly, and parked in a space away from other cars outside his brownstone.

As soon as they were out of the car, he handed Bond the keys again, and led them inside.

And once they were inside, he pushed Bond back against the closed door and kissed him fiercely.

[0_0_7]

The kiss was worth the nausea. Bond moaned softly into the kiss and melted for Harry. A daring hand held Harry's shoulder to steady himself.

[lepidopterologist]

When the kiss broke, Harry murmured, “Giving me those keys was better than dropping to your knees. God what you are doing to me.”

And he slid a hand between Bond’s legs to see if he as doing anything to him too.

[0_0_7]

Bond gasped sharply and nearly came just from that touch. He controlled himself, but the shame and humiliation of the memory of that first night had his cheeks crimson.

"Yes, sir," he managed to gasp.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry smiled a little at that. "I really do want to talk," he said. "But I fear you may be... distracted right now. Tell me the truth. If you could choose how I make you come right now, how would it be? What do you want me to do to you?"

[0_0_7]

Bond's breath hitched.

"At the moment, permission," he confessed.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry huffed a pleased laugh. As he deftly unfastened the button on Bond's trousers with one hand he said, "Just promise me that at some point tonight you will allow me to put in some actual modicum of effort." And he slid his hand in and wrapped his fingers around his cock.

[0_0_7]

Bond's eyes slipped shut.

"Whatever you like, sir," he exhaled.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry put his free hand on the door frame above Bond and leaned in. "Right now I want you to come," he murmured. "So that you'll be able to actually pay attention to what I'm saying." And then, leaning in farther so his lips were practically against his ear, "And I promise later I'll let you make it up to me, too."

[0_0_7]

Bond shuddered violently and came. Came on Harry's hand, his clothes, a bit on the other man, too. He tried to stay silent and choked back a cry.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry lifted his hand to his mouth and gave it a long lick, before wiping the rest on Bond's trousers, and fastening them back up again.

"Good boy," he said softly.

Then he straightened up. "Hungry? I made paella last night, it heats up well."