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]

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.