Bond

[lepidopterologist]

Harry might have spent the next day after spending the night in bed (just sleeping, just sleeping!) with both Q and James, over thinking it all. Wondering what it meant, what he should do next. What would happen next, regardless.

But somehow, that wasn't how he spent the day. Instead, he felt rather at peace with it all. So he spent his time overthinking something else.

He knocked lightly on the door of Bond's study, balancing a tray on one hand.

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[lepidopterologist]

Harry sucked in a breath. "Do... do you?"

[provocateur_king]

"Bit by bit," he promised.

Bond kissed him then, fighting their clothes when he'd catch a breath.

"Your first time is easiest on all fours," he said kindly. "Crawl on the bed, pet."

[lepidopterologist]

"I just want you to want me," Harry said breathlessly as he climbed onto the bed.

[provocateur_king]

Bond reached for the oil and smirked a bit at that.

"Maybe this will convince you," he said and began to get him slick and ready.

[lepidopterologist]

"Oh, god..." Harry groaned. "Yes, please convince me."

[provocateur_king]

Bond oiled his cock and then took his time sliding the head back and forth against Harry's ass to give him fair warning.

Then he slowly filled him, inch by inch, steadily, until his hips met Harry's ass. He held there, giving Harry a moment to grow used to it.

He may not break, but he also didn't want to hurt him. Not that way, at least.

[lepidopterologist]

At the beginning, Harry had realized he'd been holding his breath, but now it was coming fast. It was a strange sensation, but not unpleasant. And just the knowledge that they were joined...

"My god, James..." he groaned.