Q

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After making the arrangements Bond had booked them on a flight, first class of course, and they jetted off to Japan. THey touched down in Kyoto and a driver took them directly to the exclusive "resort" that catered to a special clientele. On the surface it didn't look like anything out of the ordinary. Lovely traditional architecture and decor, traditional landscaping. Finely appointed rooms, courteous staff...

It was once they were in their room that the little specializations could be found. Secure eye-bolts in the ceiling beams and in the wall above the head of the bed. Rings were secured in the floor boards as well. There were ropes, too. Various lengths and all soft- some silk, some fine cotton, all natural. The art around the room were lovely paintings of figures in various positions of restraint.

"You seem to wonder if I do things because I like them or if it's only because you like them. I like the bondage. I like the control of it and the time. Shibari, as I've read, is art. It's time and intimacy. I'm so glad you agreed to come with me, Q," Bond said once they were alone.

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Q huffed a bit, but went still as Bond caught hold of him, allowing himself to me laid out on the mattress.

"Since when are you the patient one?" he asked.

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"Since you took care of all my distractions," he replied. Bond took his time laying Q out just how he wanted him, then he began to touch him. Every firm hand, every soft caress, there was no way to think that anything had Bond's attention more than Q himself did. He traced his lips and then kissed him while fondling him, bringing his desire to an edge again.

[quartermaster_q]

Q was panting, his hips lifting off the bed as he twisted beneath Bond.

"Just remember, I can take apart your whole world with a few keystrokes," he warned, trying to be good, but struggling to mind his tongue as Bond wound him up.

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Bond began to kiss him between the ropes, tasting his skin, nipping here and there. He worked his way lower and lower.

"You shouldn't threaten," he purred. "You should beg. You should let me know how bad you need it, Q. How bad do you need me to suck you dry? Or are you aching? Aching for me to fill you? Do you need fucked? If I offered you anything you wanted on a silver platter what would you need the most?" he rambled, his lips mapping skin and rope both.

[quartermaster_q]

"Can't I have it all?" Q asked, mewling softly as he grabbed at Bond with bound hands.

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"You think I tied you up so I could spoil you to death?" Bond smirked slightly, but before Q could answer he found the man's cock and sucked him in, tongue wild as he licked every inch to memorize the shape of him and get him wet.

[quartermaster_q]

The sound that tore from Q's throat was one of pure pleasure, and as his hips bucked up to meet the man's lips.

"Oh- Oh, god... Bond. James... Please," he babbled quietly.

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He sucked him, lewd and obscene as he got him wet all over. Bond sucked his fingers briefly only long enough to wet then and then he was working them into Q, fucking him slowly and sinking in deep to find the swollen bump of a glad that would make him babble all the more.

[quartermaster_q]

Q reached and tangled his fingers in Bond's short hair, tugging on the other man's hair and pulling as his hips rolled and lifted.

He tried to speak, but all that came out were breathless moans and gasps.

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He wasn't about to be cruel but he was sure Q could handle being taken to the edge just one more time. Just once more where he sucked him until he swelled in his mouth, only then to pull away. Bond let him come down long enough that Bond could find the lube and get him ready.

And then he rose to his knees to free his own cock.

"When you come I don't want you to hold back," he said. "I want you utterly useless..."

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"I'm already useless," Q protested, sounding just a touch petulant as he squirmed on the bed. "How much more do you want from me, James?" he huffed, lean limbs moving and working together as he wriggled and twisted.

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"I want all of you, Q. All of you...it all belongs to me now," he said. As soon as the words passed his lips he was guiding himself into place and filling Q. Sinking in, filling him with every inch, hands on the man's thighs to make it easier to seat himself balls deep before beginning a sensual pace with only Q's orgasm in mind.

[quartermaster_q]

Lips parted, Q tilted his head back so he could savour the feeling of Bond filling him- slowly and completely.

"James," he whispered, breath catching. "James..."

He clenched around the other man's cock, lean muscle contracting beneath pale skin as he rocked into the other man's thrusts.

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Bond found the right position, braced up on one arm, the other hand wrapped around Q's cock as he fucked him. Slow steady, if he went too fast this would all fly apart.

"Mine. All mine. My Q..."

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"Yours," Q agreed. "Yours... All yours, James."

His whole body seemed to open up to the other man, inviting him closer. This was more than submission, it was pure surrender.

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Bond couldn't label the shift but he couls feel it and it overwhelmed him. He kissed Q where he could reach and worked the man's body, aching to feel him come apart. He wasn't going to come again, that was a dream too far off, but he could make this good for Q. Make it perfect for him.

"Come for me," he coaxed. "Come undone, Q. You're safe. I have you. You're mine..." he promised.

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Q was already little more than a whimpering mess, and with Bond filling him and stroking him... Well, it wouldn't be long now.

His whole body clenched as he came, eyes rolling slightly as he panted and cried out in pleasure- Letting go of all the restraint he so often clung to.

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Bond thrust through it until he'd miled every drop from Q and the man was spent beneath him. Bond sank down and dropped to the side, then gathered Q close and held him close. The younger man had given him everything and that was a gift he truly treasured. He'd care for Q until the man had truly come back to himself.

[quartermaster_q]

Boneless and breathless, Q curled up against Bond.

"For an amateur... You're very good at this," he said as his voice returned to him, his tone crisp, but slightly less steady than usual.

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"I've put a lot of effort into this. I wanted to be good," he said softly, kissing Q lightly. "Take your time coming back to yourself, then I'll untie you and we can rest a bit, mm?"

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"I'm fine," Q assured him. "I am, truly. It was good, but I didn't... It's hard to explain, but I didn't go anywhere. I'm here, and I'm alright. Unbind my wrists, I want to hold you," he said gently.

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That was actually rather disappointing news. For all that he'd felt raw and real with Q, he'd wanted to make the man leave his senses. Perhaps...perhaps that only came with pain. He'd have to make steps to that end.

Bond moved then to untie Q's arms. It took longer than he would have liked, but soon enough he had Q free.

"Can we leave the rest on for a bit?"

[quartermaster_q]

"As long as you like," Q agreed, nodding and slipping his arms around Bond so he could pull the man closer. "You're the boss, remember?" he smiled, leaning in and stealing a kiss.

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Bond gladly settled down to hold Q in return, glad to have him close. He might be in charge but all he really wanted, sated as he was, to hold Q and breathe him in and kiss him until he was drowsy.

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Q was spent, and it wasn't long before he was fast asleep. Content and calm as he rested against bond and embraced the other man tightly- Even in his slumber.