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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"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...

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"Mean," Q huffed, rutting harder against Harry as James fucked him harder. "Let me come," he begged Harry, reaching between them to cup the other man through his trousers.

[lepidopterologist]

"No," Harry said softly, and kissed him. "I want you to still be this keyed up when I fuck you. I know you can resist."

And then his eyes met Bond's. "You, though. Get him slick for me now."

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"Yes. Sir," he breathed heavily.

Bond's grip on Q's hips slipped down until he felt Harry's trousers. He gripped tight and thrust with intention, groaning as he came. The first shot deep inside, but then he slid free to stripe Q's ass with the rest. He milked himself dry, then stepped away.

"As requested, sir," he said, admiring Q's glossy ass, loose and ready.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

No one had told him to call them sir, and so Q didn't. Instead he made an impatient sound as he rutted even harder against Harry. He could feel Bond's fluids drying on his backside, uncomfortable and a bit sticky as he squirmed.

"Someone let me come," he protested, not shy about being the brat in the face of Bond's good boy persona.

[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.

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"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."

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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.

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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.