Usually this was around the time when Q would pretend to put up a fight or
play coy, but he couldn't even pretend to, not now, not as James hauled him
into the bedroom for the first time in what felt like forever. For once the
boffin as nothing but the picture of obedience as he sat on the edge of the
bed and rested his hands on James' thighs.
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Date: 2025-01-12 03:11 am (UTC)Usually this was around the time when Q would pretend to put up a fight or play coy, but he couldn't even pretend to, not now, not as James hauled him into the bedroom for the first time in what felt like forever. For once the boffin as nothing but the picture of obedience as he sat on the edge of the bed and rested his hands on James' thighs.