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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"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.

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"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.

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Q was being so obedient...for Q. Bond kept his word to only hurt him for a reason. He dragged the belt up Q's back, then looped it around his neck. He held both ends and kept Q's chin up.

He gave Q the slowest smack, barely enough force to make some sound. He immediately rubbed it away, only to slip his hand between the boffin's thighs to grab his balls.

"Harry's been helping me with patience," he told Q, fingers wrapping all the way around.

Then looked to Harry.

"I won't come," he promised.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q made a small sound, the belt forcing him into an awkward position.

"Well then Harry's a saint for dedicating himself to a lost cause," Q said, never shy about being a bit mouthy.

He shifted a bit, relieving some pressure from his neck. Bond might be learning patience, but Q still hadn't mastered being, well, good.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry met Bond's eyes. He was probably wearing a cock ring. Good for him.

The sight of Q with the belt around his neck, seeming to enjoy it, sent a shudder of arousal through Harry.

"If he goes before I say he can, you won't be the only one being disciplined tonight," Harry said.

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"Adding incentive?" he challenged Harry, then immediately looked down to Q.

He slicked a finger and began to toy with his ass, sure he'd have Q begging again momentarily.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q remained stubbornly silent for as long as he could, before eventually whimpering and crying out softly with want.

"Please," he gasped, rutting against Harry's thighs.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry grabbed Bond's shirt and pulled him down into a kiss.

"Fuck him," he said, his voice rough. "However you like best. You may come. He may not."

"Did you catch that, love?" he asked, and smacked Q's ass lightly. "Will you save it for me?"

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Bond reeled from the kiss and was glad in that moment for the cock ring.

"Yes, sir," he panted.

Without a belt, when he undid his trousers, they fell. He slipped off his pants, as well. His whole groin ached, and it looked like it.

Before touching Q, he moved to a cabinet where he knew there was lube. It gave him a moment to calm down, and another to slip off his restraint.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q made a soft sound, then nodded a little to Harry. He'd do his best... Maybe.

"Surely if I do come, it's because Bond couldn't control me properly," he added. "And that would mean he'd be the one who'd need punishing if I did... Correct?"

[lepidopterologist]

Harry chuckled, impressed by the question. He stroked Q's back. "We'll see how it goes," he said. And then looked up at Bond and nodded for him to continue.

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Bond unbuttoned his shirt with one hand until it hung open. Harry had told Q to strip, but not him, so he didn't. The open shirt revealed his defined torso and cock. He slicked his cock slowly. When he got close enough, he took hold of Q's arm to get him to rise, only to force him back down to straddle Harry and face him.

"However I like? With pleasure, sir," he said and forced Q forward and Harry back until the boffin was laid out on top of him, his cock trapped against the wool of Harry's suit,.

Bond moved between Harry's knees and began to prepare Q above him.

"Kiss him, Q," he ordered, just before violating him slowly.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q let himself be pushed into place, settling on top of Harry and letting out a soft moan against the other man's lips as James slowly pushed his way inside. The moan became a whine as the pressure and stretch grew slightly painful- Only to soften to a groan.

He held onto the front of Harry's shirt, cock hard and trapped between their bodies as he started to rut against him again, the fabric of his suit slightly rough against sensitive skin.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was very pleased with the direction Bond had taken this. He kissed Q hungrily and felt the friction of their erections with fabric of his trousers between them.

When the kiss broke he said breathlessly, "My instructions especially stand now that dry cleaning might be involved."

Then he looked up at Bond while he fucked Q, Harry's expression hungry and a little dark.

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Bond was watching Harry over Q's shoulder, his blue eyes dark with lust. He fucked Q hard, only to pump slowly and roll his hips. He knew Q well enough to know how to keep him on the edge.

He'd been on the edge for so long he knew he wouldn't last long, anyway. And certainly not if Harry ordered him...