![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Q
"I'm home," he called when he came in, and a touch sheepishly held out the flowers when Q came in.
Q let out a little yelp of surprise, Arching his back as he settled on his stomach.
"Harry," he groaned, pushing up on his elbows slightly.
"You could one day. Set up a live feed to your phone, something to keep you busy at work," Q teased.
"You could try," Q replied, back arching a bit as the oil dripped down it.
Q shivered a little at Harry's touch, then wet his lips.
"Would you like that? Telling him what to do with me?" Q asked.
Q let out a moan as Harry slipped a digit inside him.
"Noted," he panted softly.
"Knowing you were watching? Yes. I... Yes," Q panted.
"No," Q admitted, another gasp escaping him as he squirmed a little beneath Harry's attention.
"I am yours," Q panted. "I'm yours, Harry. Always."
Q moaned into the kiss, twisting to meet Harry's lips with his own.
"Please," he murmured, even though he wasn't even sure what he was asking for.
"I need you," Q said, growing bolder for a moment, aware of Harry's gaze. "I need you to fuck me. I need to feel you. Please, I'll be so good," he promised, before quietly adding. "Unless good isn't what you want tonight."
Q cried out as Harry filled him, the sound fading to a low moan as he rocked back into it
"Fuck, Harry," he gasped.
Q let out a soft whine as Harry fucked him, moving with him and reaching back blindly for him.
"Harry," he panted, practically chanting the other man's name.
Page 4 of 12