Harry and Q

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Harry had made the arrangements and Bond and Q arrived just on time to the restaurant where they found Harry waiting with wine. As soon as they sat, a server brought a lovely amuse.

Bond wore a dark blue suit, white shirt and a blue tie Q favoured. Beneath his clothes, he had worn a ring to keep himself in check. One day he'd prove to Harry he didn't need it, that he could find a bit of self discipline, but so far he'd proven otherwise.

And this dinner was certainly not going to go the way the last one had.

He waited for Q to sat, then sat as well.

"I've been looking forward to this all day," he remarked.

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[lepidopterologist]

Harry lifted himself up, which sent Q sliding back in a somewhat awkward position - though Harry immediately gripped him tightly with both hands and flipped him over onto his stomach on the mattress.

He looked down at him. "I'm not sure if I'm pleased that you were able to follow my instructions or disappointed that you're being such a demanding little brat," he said, though he sounded amused. "What do you think, James?"

Then he leaned over Q and slid two fingers inside him, feeling how slick he was.

[0_0_7]

"I think you better get him off or you'll never hear the end of it," Bond smirked, stepping out of the way behind Harry.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q huffed, but the sound was followed by a soft mewl of pleasure as Harry stretched him a little more.

[lepidopterologist]

"You should thank him later for that," Harry murmured against the back of his neck. "I'm not trying to torture you, you're just so hot when you're desperate... On your back, please. I want to see you."

Then he pulled away and began removing his clothes."

[0_0_7]

One step back too many and Harry nearly collided with Bond. The agent didn't move, but he did reach out to take Harry's clothes from his hands as they came off.

"And me?" he asked as he treated Harry's clothes like his own.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"I don't see why I can't have you both," Q said, stretching out on the bed on his back.

[lepidopterologist]

"The night is young," said Harry. And he assumed Bond needed at least some time to recover.

He looked over his shoulder at Bond. "I trust you to take some initiative." Then he settled over Q, kissed him, and slowly slid inside him.

[0_0_7]

Some initiative. He could do that.

He put Harry's clothes aside and wandered away to the sink and toilet so he could wash up a bit. He'd been quite generous with the lube. It gave Harry and Q a moment alone, as well.

And Harry wasn't wrong. He did need at least a moment to recover.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q gasped as Harry slid inside, moaning into his mouth, but aware of James as he left. Q was always tracking the double-o. It was a habit he couldn't break.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was genuinely curious what Bond would decide to do. He also wanted to know how much leash he could give him... and should give him.

Though in the meantime he was very distracted by Q. He groaned, delighted by how good it felt. He started to fuck him slowly, mouth moving to his neck, sucking at a spot there.