Harry and Q

[0_0_7]

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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[0_0_7]

Bond found the number of the club he wanted and sent a text. Moments later, he had a confirmation number.

"We have a reservation," he smiled, tucking his phone away. He looked to Q, then to Harry.

"I think you'll both be pleased."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q smiled, ducking his head a bit.

"I might order the Käsespätzle," he said finally.

[lepidopterologist]

"Sounds delicious," Harry said. "I had a very good one the last time I was in Berlin..."

They chatted a bit more as they waited for their food, which arrived and was just as good as expected. To Harry it all just felt very... easy. Normal. Like a typical dinner date with someone you'd been having dinner with for a decade.

And then they were in a black car heading to... well, wherever James was leading them. Q between them in the back seat.

[0_0_7]

Bond didn't even need the GPS. He navigated directly to the club, which was simply a building, like any other shop, in a row along a street. He parked, and led the way in.

He held the door for Harry.

"The reservation is under Smythe," he said quietly as the man passed.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q was quiet for now, lingering near Harry, but occasionally glancing at James. This place was nicer than the clubs he'd been to on his own, and after their last adventure... Well, he was a bit nervous about doing or saying the wrong thing.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was pleased by how nice it was inside. He was a bit unsure about their dynamic here though, considering that James was more familiar with not only this specific club but the norms and opportunities of these places in general. Perhaps he could encourage a nice balance, one that might be appealing to Q as well.

He went up to the front desk and gave the woman there the name.

[0_0_7]

There was a bit of paperwork, all of them signing consent forms with an assigned number. The first room they passed into had a coat and shoe check, and then they were allowed in.

A large room, well and warmly lit, with several seating options. One comfortable chair was occupied by a man using a naked woman as a desk for his laptop as he worked, a lit cigarette burning in an ashtray balanced on her ass. Men and women sat in pairs and groups.

Bond paused long enough for them to look, then looked to Harry to keep going.

Deeper in, the scenes grew rougher. Bond walked slowly so the pair could take in the scenes other people were sharing in public.

But the trio found themselves buzzed through a door to a private room.

Bond looked at them both once they were safe inside.

"I thought a private room was a good idea," he said.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q lingered at the door a beat longer than he meant to, watching the people outside, then scurried in and shut the door.

"It's a nice room," he noted, stepping in deeper and looking around. It looked posh, and yet there were barely hidden details that revealed it's true purpose, as well as plenty of cupboards and cabinets full of secrets.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry took note of how Q's eyes lingered on the other patrons.

"Well done, James," he said, agreeing with Q. "I assume you've been here before. This club... this room, too?"

He began to wander, opening drawers and cabinets to see what they had to work with.

[0_0_7]

"Not this room," he replied. "But I've been out there, and I thought we might prefer...fewer eyes."

What he'd actually thought was he'd be damned before they bumped into anyone else. God forbid he learn about Tanner's tastes.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q listened to them talk, then opened a drawer, finding a very large plug and then awkwardly putting it back.

"I have a question though. ...Who, um- Who's in charge here?"

[lepidopterologist]

"I am," said Harry, without looking Bond.

But then he added, "But he..." And he nodded at Bond. "Is also in charge of you."

[0_0_7]

Bond lifted his hand to drag a thumb across his lips to hide his twitch of a smile.

"Yes, sir," he replied, even though Harry hadn't been talking to him.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q glanced between the pair, then nodded.

"Alright," he nodded, deciding that made sense. Unsure if he should keep peeking around, he moved to sit on the bed.

[lepidopterologist]

There were a few things that Harry wanted to accomplish here. Bringing the three of them closer together. Understanding more about Bond and Q's dynamic. Reassuring them that he wasn't jealous of their existing connection. Establishing a dynamic that he thought was what they were comfortable with (and confirming that that was the case). Also this was going to be... very fun.

Yes, this might seem like overthinking. But he'd had a lot of time to think about it.

There was an arm chair not far from the bed. He settled into it. "Help him out of his clothes, James."

[0_0_7]

Bond nodded once and replied, "Yes, sir."

He smiled at Q as he approached him, hands smoothing over him with solid confidence. A little reassurance, then Q's clothes came off slowly.

It was clearly for Harry's enjoyment.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q made the whole thing as difficult as he could. Partly because he was just a bit awkward by nature, but also just to see if he could trip Bond up a little. Though eventually he was, indeed, nude.

He kept his eyes on James the whole time, but when he was bare his gaze drifted to Harry to see his reaction.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry watched the proceedings with rapt attention. He could tell how Q was intentionally making things difficult. And remembering how he said he enjoyed being punished.

And when Q met his eyes, he leaned forward slightly, and wet his lips.

Then he looked at James. "Do something to make him beg."

He made this request in part because he suspected that Q might be resistant to begging.

[0_0_7]

Make him beg? Hardly a challenge.

Bond studied Q for a moment, then grabbed his arm and jerked him close. He caught the boffin by the throat and pulled him back against his chest.

"Harry wants you to beg," he said quietly in Q's ear.

Fingertips ghosted along Q's thigh, barely missing his cock.

"He begs so pretty," he praised, a look of affection in his eyes as he looked at Q.

The affection didn't fade at all as he looked to Harry.

His palm pressed to the just of Q's hip bone and he began to rut against his bare ass. He didn't break his gaze.

"...Sir."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q did have a habit of begging the moment he wanted more, he'd never had that much self control really. He was trying though, being as stubborn as he could as he bit his lip to stop himself from breaking too quickly this time.

A soft whimper escaped him as he tried to rock back into James, eyes slipping shut at the light pressure on his throat. It felt like an eternity, but it hadn't been long at all before the boffin gasped, "Please."

[lepidopterologist]

Well perhaps Harry had been wrong about that part. A smile touched his lips as he watched them.

He was hard now too, and he had to shift in the seat and reach down to adjust himself so that he wasn't too uncomfortable in his trousers.

"Please what?" he said. "Tell us what you want, Q."

[0_0_7]

"Yes, Q. Tell us what you want," Bond purred in his ear.

He ground hard against his ass to encourage him to answer.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q looked visibly embarrassed, cheeks flushed as he tried to resist the urge to rock back against James again.

Ducking his head, he couldn't look at either of them as he spoke.

"I-" He started to speak, then seemed to get flustered, giving into the urge to rock harder back against James.

"I want Bond to take his bloody trousers off and fuck me," he huffed, squirming a bit and trying to reach for James' zipper. "And you to get out of that chair," he added with an impatient little huff.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry let out an amused huff of laughter.

"And what do you want, James? Do you want to fuck him now?"

He did rise from the chair then, and went to stand behind James. He pressed close against his back, and also reached around him to slide his hands onto Q's bare hips.

Then he moved his hands to start to unfasten James' belt and trousers.

[0_0_7]

"Of course I do," he replied. "But he's not desperate. He's just needy."

His hand tightened around Q's throat and he thrust against his ass.

"And undisciplined," he added quietly.