lepidopterologist

To Harry's knowledge, Q and Bond were currently holed up at Q's house... discovering their own feelings for each other. He thought there was perhaps a 50-50 chance that they would decide that there was no room for him. Probably less than that, actually. Given how much tension he saw between them, he almost wanted to tell them that there was obviously no room for him.

But it felt rather... pathetic, really, to just... wait. That's why he started texting Klaus.

He got a burner phone, just as a precaution. The first text he sent was:

Hello, pet. I've been thinking about you.

Within a few exchanges, he started to give Klaus orders. Asking him to go out without his underwear. To masturbate in specific ways. Harry purchased a couple of toys at a local sex shop and put them on hold, and told Klaus to go pick them up.

He also ordered him to take care of himself. To eat well. To sleep. One night he paid for an inexpensive hotel room for him.

Eventually he started asking for photos. Which was... a very good idea.

And then on a Friday around 5pm, he texted:

Go back to the hotel. Same room, 1214. I'll be there tomorrow.

Threaded | Flat

Apparently, Klaus had become Harry's pet. He didn't mind. In fact, when more commands came, Klaus kinda got into it.

And the more lewd they became, the more into it he got.

He didn't do it for a bed to sleep in, but that was a nice bonus.

He took care of himself, waxed his ass and everything. All to be perfectly nice for Harry. And he did his best for tgd pictures, getting his good side, in thd hopes to turn Harry on.

He got to the nicer hotel, pleased, with the toys and spare clothes in a bag.

He treated himself to the mini bar liquor as he waited for Harry.

no subject