Q

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They only stayed away for a couple days and then came back to the city. Bond insisted Q see a specialist and start physio right away to recover. The young man went, demanding to be unescorted and came hime in new bandages. The next day he'd left early and hadn't come back until late and had gone straight to bed with some pain medication.

The next morning Bond rose early and showered and shaved, then brewed coffee. When he went into wake Q the man was playing on his phone, only surface gauze on the back of his hand.

"What the bloody..." he said.

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[quartermaster_q]

"I'm alright," Q promised. "I'd tell you if I wasn't."

Smiling he tried to wiggle off the other man's lap, but he needed help getting down again.

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"If that's what you want you'll have to work for it," Bond said, then immediately helped him down. He shifted in his seat but if Q wanted him free he'd have to do it himself.

[quartermaster_q]

Q huffed as he settled on his knees, struggling to free Bond's erection with his hands bound.

"You could cooperate a little," he said, giving James' thigh a little pinch. "Should tie you up for a bit and watch you struggle," he muttered- though he knew bond didn't like being helpless. Q had tested the waters in the past, and Bond hadn't seemed keen at all.

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"I'm not particularly good at that," Bond reminded him...and then he paused. "But I'm game to try. SO long as you promise to not be disappointed if it goes sideways."

[quartermaster_q]

"What if it was just your hands- Just while I suck you," Q suggested. "I'll untie you right after."

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Bond didn't answer right away, he actually gave it some thought. Then a slow smile turned the corner of his mouth.

"Yes," he said. "I'd do that. With you."

[quartermaster_q]

Q smiled, then offered his hands so Bond would untie him.

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He pulled at the knot and then unwound Q's arms, then turned him so he could undo his feet, too. In short order Q was free. Bond was nervous but it didn't show.

In front or behind?" he asked.

[quartermaster_q]

"Front, I think," Q replied, not certain Bond was ready for anything more than that. Perhaps he'd never be- But Q liked that he was willing to try. Honestly, he wasn't sure that Bond might not react poorly to having them bound in front, but it was a risk Q was willing to take.

Q took the rope, then pulled a knife that they kept concealed beneath the sofa, using it to cut the length down to about half. The shorter length was much easier to work with, and he bound Bond's wrists tightly before him, looping it around and then between before knotting it off.

"Alright?" he asked, watching Bond's expression as he began to tug the man's trousers down.

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Bond watched Q closely as he tied him and kept his eyes on Q as he moved. He didn't like being restrained, hated feeling out of control, but this...this wasn't bad. As Q freed his cock he gasped softly. He'd never felt so aroused while feeling helpless.

Bond reached out and lightly touched Q.

"I'm alright," he assured him.

[quartermaster_q]

Smiling faintly, Q took the tip of Bond's cock between his lips, sucking gently and closing his eyes and he hummed a soft moan of pleasure.

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Bond groaned deeply and worked his fingers into Q's hair. Being bound didn't stop him from being involved. He thought for a moment and pulled his hands away, lifting his arms and bending them behind his head. It gave the illusion of being much more helpless than he was and he found he rather liked that.

[quartermaster_q]

Q glanced up, smirking around his mouthful as he gave Bond's thighs a squeeze and took the man's cock a bit deeper. It was nice to see bond so relaxed and tamed, and though Q honestly wasn't much for taking charge in the bedroom, it did make for an interesting change.

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Bond was always vocal but now, forcing himself to not touch Q, all he had was his voice. He panted and moaned, shifting so he could thrust into the willing wetness of the man's mouth.

"Christ, Q," he gasped, reaching to grab onto the back of the sofa and hang on.

[quartermaster_q]

Q bobbed and sucked happily, fingers pressing into warm skin as soft lips dragged up and down over the other man's length.

He watched Bond a while longer, drinking in the sight, then let his eyes slip shut again as he began to fondle the double-o's balls and lap at his cock with even more enthusiasm.

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He gave himself over to it and was utterly lost in pleasure. Soon enough there was the familiar burn in his groin and his balls drew up.

"Q...Q," he gasped. He forced himself to keep his hands up and behind, holding the sofa. He felt helpless in the best way. "Please..."

[quartermaster_q]

Q pulled back, taking Bond in hand and pulling him off with lean fingers and sure hands.

"Do it," he murmured, leaning in to ensure there was only one place the man's seed would land. His eyes remained locked on Bond the whole time.

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His moans fades to panting gasps and as it hit he forced himself to look at Q. The man's hand worked over him and Bond thrust into it, bucking more and more erratically until he came undone with a shout. Come splashed Q's face and only intensified the pleasure of his release. He eventually went still, spent and useless.

And still his hands remained tied behind his head.

[quartermaster_q]

Q licked him clean, smiling and crawling into Bond's lap.

"Good dog," he teased softly, nipping at Bond's jaw and wrapping his arms around Bond.

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Bond growled softly in his throat and smiled, a lazy gaze raking over Q.

"That was remarkable," he said. "I think we may have to do it again."

[quartermaster_q]

"Oh? I think I might be open to that," Q smiled, settling against Bond and holding him lightly.

"Should I untie you?"

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"If you want to. I'm rather content like this," he replied, bringing his arms forward to put the bound limbs around Q to hold him.

[quartermaster_q]

"I have to confess, I'm shocked. I thought you'd really hate it... I'll warn you though, James, I'm not much of a dom. A bossy sub, perhaps," he laughed.

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"I don't think I'm submissive so much as eager to have you bring me to heel," he smirked. "Even if I'm no good at being on a leash. You'll forgive me, won't you?"

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"Always," Q said, sitting up a bit to steal a kiss, then curling up against the double-o again with a grin.

"Might not untie you ever. It would be much more fun to watch you break loose when you tire of it."