Q

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It was a lazy Sunday but Bond was not particularly enjoying it. Every day was lazy these days. He hated being on medical leave. He understood, he did, he was hardly service ready when he couldn't remember anything more than a few years ago. He'd begun to get bits back, recalling the most odd snatches of things. Things from his childhood, from Eton, from the Navy. But it wasn't enough to get him working again.

He sat on the sofa with a glass of scotch and Q's tablet. He was going through the man's blog, looking at the pictures from last year. He was shameless about it, about enjoying the sight of the man he loved. Q was beautiful and Bond loved the different pictures.

He found one he particularly liked and he stopped to study it. Maybe Sunday wouldn't be a waste. He could enjoy his fiance.

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"Fuck, I love your voice. Your body. Your eyes. I love your mind. Your wit. Your...everything..." he murmured, the words coming between kisses as he worked his way lower and lower. Q's pants were far too compelling and he needed to investigate them just a little more.

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"Shall I list all the things I adore about you as well? I'll warn you, it could take hours. Days, even. I could talk about your hands, how warm and firm they are- The shape of your lips, the creases around your eyes when you smile..." Q purred.

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"You can talk about me," Bond replied, quite happy to hear what Q liked. But he was otherwise preoccupied, catching Q's pants in his teeth and pulling them down to free his erection. That was what he really wanted. He was dying to taste Q. He'd been so patient, he felt.

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"I love your voice, I love the way you pose with your gun... I love the heat of your breath on my skin..." Q moaned, his hips lifting slightly.

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He exhaled when Q said that, his hot breath feathering across the man's cock. Then his tongue chased the sensation away, licking up the length of him. He did that again and again, moaning softly as he enjoyed tracing the shape of him. Bond loved Q's cock and was quite happy to spend time worshiping him.

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"Mmm- You spoil me," Q moaned. "Your mouth is- marvellous I could lay like this forever, your lips on me..."

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"If you had any idea how much time I spend thinking about the taste of you..." he murmured, then closed his lips around Q's length and sucked him to the back of his throat. That drew another groan from him and he grabbed the man's hips to pull his pants down to his thighs, getting them completely out of the way.

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Q panted softly, hips bucking up hard as he moaned and gripped the other man's hair tightly.

"Fuck," he swore, the word rolling off his lips.

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Q bucked and his cock slid into Bond's throat for a moment. It made his own cock jump, eager for attention. But he was busy, consumed with sucking the other man, enjoying the taste of him and the way he filled his mouth. Bond bobbed on him, loving the fingers in his hair.

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"Oh- Oh, James, if you don't stop... I'm not sure I've got that sort of self control tonight," Q panted, his hips bucking up hard.

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Bond pulled off, sucking as he did. Then he rose up so he could pull Q's pants off completely, freeing his legs so he could spread them.

"That's why I haven't so much as pushed against the bed. I'm on the very edge and we've barely gotten started," he said breathlessly. "And I want you so much. I want you so badly, Q."

[quartermaster_q]

"Perhaps we should slow down. A glass of wine, some fruit... You can feed me grapes," he smiled, still panting and a little breathless.

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"The last thing I want to do is slow down," Bond said. There were plenty of things he could think of to prolong the evening. First off he moved and grabbed Q to roll him over.

"What a lovely sight," he said as he began to knead the man's arse and spread him. Bond leaned down and his tongue found the most sensitive skin.

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Mewling softly, Q clawed at the sheets and rutted lightly against the mattress as he swore and gasped.

"Devious bastard," he panted with a breathless laugh.

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Bond moved slowly, enjoying every sound Q made. He held him just tightly enough that the man couldn't getaway from his ministrations as his tongue licked and thrust and drove him mad.

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"You wicked, wicked man," he moaned. "God I adore you, James. I adore you- Your mouth. Your hands... Everything."

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Bond moaned low and appreciative as Q called him by name. There was something utterly magical about hearing Q call him James. Bond loved the sound of his own name on the lips of a lover but never before had it affected him so profoundly. When Q called him Jams he was ready to do anything and everything to make the man happy.

HIs tongue violated him tenderly, again and again, then he left Q's arse so he could kiss up his spine. As he reached the man's neck he nuzzled in.

"Still want wine and grapes?" he asked.

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"What do you think?" Q gasped. "I want you. I always want you. I need you."

Bond, pressed against his back- His weight pressing him down. It was perfect. Just perfect.

"Do it just like this," he whispered. "Go on, James- Just like this."

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Bond reached for the lube to make Q slick and ready. His fingers moved expertly, working him open and getting him wet. He hardly moved, though, his chest pressing Q down. And then he moved onto him and found the spot.

"Just like this?" he asked, slowly pushing in.

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Gasping, Q nodded, feeling Bond slide in slowly as he let out a low moan.

James was so solid and warm, a familiar and comforting weight. He should have felt trapped, really, but he didn't. Not at all. If anything, he felt safe. Protected from all the evils of the world with Bond as his unbreakable shield.

"I love you," he whispered.

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Bond pressed kisses against the back of Q's neck as he began to thrust. He kept it slow and steady even though every fiber of him was screaming to go faster. To have him, fuck him hard, leave him used and breathless. But he knew if he did that he'd pop off and it would be over...and more than anything, he wanted this to last.

"I love you," he replied. "Q...I love you so much..."

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Q had dozens of kinks and curiosities, but nothing turned him on more than hearing Bond confess his love.

He rocked back, then moaned louder.

"Harder," he panted.

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Bond thrust harder, but no faster. Every push forced Q into the mattress, crushing the air out of him. Bond's hips collided with his ass with an audible smack and the agent grunted with the force of exertion.

"Fuck," he ground out. "Perfect...tight...god," he groaned.

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"Don't come," Q panted. "Don't come yet- I want... I want to ride you," he moaned, perfectly willing to let Bond know exactly what he desired.

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"You want to drive me mad," Bond countered. But then he laid on Q and while his hips continued to push hard, the change of angle pushed off the rising need. He bit the meat of Q's shoulders, sucking livid marks there.

"Want you," he murmured. "On me. So beautiful. God, Q..." His words didn't make much sense but the sentiment was clear.