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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[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.

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"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."

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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."

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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.

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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."

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"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.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q protested a bit, though the hold on his neck kept him mostly silent as he squirmed against James with more and more urgency.

"You're undisciplined," he managed to mutter.

[lepidopterologist]

“Can’t argue with that,” Harry said. And then in James’ ear, soft enough that Q couldn’t hear, “I’m surprised you haven’t come in your trousers yet.”

He snapped Bond’s belt off and dropped it to the ground.

“So discipline him then,” Harry said to Bond, before stepping back.

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"Yes, sir," he replied.

Bond let Q go so he could pick up the belt. He didn't tend to hurt Q without reason...but Harry's command was reason enough. He doubled the fine Italian leather and dragged it over Q's bare shoulders and back.

"This would be easier if he were laying across your lap," he decided.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q shivered at the feeling of the belt, wetting his lips with an anxious little flick of his tongue as he tried to look over at Harry. He wasn't against this sort of thing, and he trusted James, but he couldn't pretend he wasn't a bit nervous.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry knew that Q did not like pain for no reason. He assumed that James knew that as well. And though he was giving the orders here, he was leaving them intentionally open ended because he wanted to see how they interacted, to learn from how they were together, what each of them liked.

He moved from behind James, to Q. Pulled him away from Bond, wrapped his arms around him and kissed him deeply. A deep kiss. A hot kiss. A kiss that left his erection straining his trousers.

"Come here, love," he murmured, and sat down on the bed.

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When Q hesitated, Bond took hold of the back of his neck to guide him to Harry.

"You know what to do," he told Q, pushing him down over Harry's lap. He gave his ass a light swat with the belt to hurry him along.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q let out a little yelp, but did settle in on Harry's lap, positioning himself just so. He could complain all he liked, but he couldn't hide the fact that he was already hard.

"You're so impatient," he huffed to himself, settling in and holding onto Harry's leg so he didn't fall.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry just stroked Q's back, and looked up at Bond to see what he would do.