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.

Comments

[lepidopterologist]

There was something about James' reaction that was... suspicious. Harry had only meant that he'd hid so well who he was. He'd known who Harry was from the beginning, and hadn't said a word for so long.

And so his reaction meant that he was hiding something else.

But if Harry said something now it would derail all of this, and so... he just kissed him back with a soft gasp.

[provocateur_king]

Bond kissed him deeply until Harry was pliant in his arms.

"Nothing matters but now," he whispered. "Just you and I right now."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry's trousers were partly down now, and his hands went to James' as well, yanking at the fastenings. "I want to taste you..."

[provocateur_king]

"By all means," Bond smiled, catching one more kiss.

"I've wanted you on your knees. I dream of it," he said against his lips.

[lepidopterologist]

That seemed like just the sort of thing he would dream about, and Harry found he didn't mind at all.

He was a little nervous though. He knew full well that James had had a lot of sex in his life. And Harry didn't exactly have endless experience.

But when he dropped to his knees what he did have was sincere enthusiasm as he pulled out James' cock and wrapped his lips around it.

[provocateur_king]

Bond's smile of approval was just a little smug. His hand rested a benevolent weight on Harry's head, fingers working against his scalp as the man bobbed on him.

"You're like a man starving," he said after a moment. "Have you been dreaming, too, Harry?"

[lepidopterologist]

He wasn't wrong, exactly. And not because Harry was desperate for sex - he was quite content with his sex life with Q - but because he'd wanted James for so long even if he hadn't realized it.

He didn't answer - his mouth was full - but he did lift his eyes to meet James' as he sucked.

[provocateur_king]

It wasn't long before Bond's eyes slipped shut and his breath grew shallow. Fingers tightened in Harry's hair.

"Stop," he said softly. "Or we'll be done before we even begin..."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry pulled away and looked up at him. "I want you to fuck me."

[provocateur_king]

"Do you really? Fuck you? Some half dressed scuffle shoved in the corner, dirty and secret?" Bond asked as he stripped out of his clothes.

"I'd rather take you to bed and teach you that there's so much more to love than some filthy tryst," he added, offering Harry a hand up.

[lepidopterologist]

That was not what Harry was expecting. But he only nodded as he took Bond's hand and got to his feet. "Please," he said softly.

[provocateur_king]

Bond took him to the bed and laid him down, joining him a moment later. Laid out, pressed against him, he rutted slowly against Harry's hip. His hand explored him, learning the shape of him.

"...Not that there's anything wrong with a bit of rough and dirty in a corner," he grinned then, right before kissing him again.

[lepidopterologist]

"I think I'd quite like that too," Harry said before their lips met again, and he bucked into Bond's hand.

[provocateur_king]

Bond enjoyed tasting him and exploring his skin. After a bit, he lifted his head to look into Harry's eyes.

"I'll be gentle," he promised. "This time. We'll save that for another day..."

[lepidopterologist]

"Not too gentle," Harry said, and put his hand on the back of his neck to pull him into another kiss.

[provocateur_king]

Bond moaned into the kiss. He rolled a little, settling half atop Harry.

"Do you like it rough?" he asked softly against his mouth. "A bit of pain to make the pleasure brighter?"

[lepidopterologist]

Harry wasn't entirely sure if he knew the answer to that. It wasn't something he had experience with, really - there was a clear difference between what Bond was asking and the roughness that came with something quick and dirty because of a lack of care.

"I don't know," he finally said. "But I just meant - you needn't treat me like glass. I won't break."

[provocateur_king]

His smile was purely predatory as he leaned in near his ear.

"But what if I want to break you, pet?" Bond purred.

[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.