Q

[lepidopterologist]

The day after the awards show party Harry had to work late, which vexed him to no end as he'd promised Q that he was going to be home to make dinner. He texted him an apology and instructions to have a snack if he was hungry, and when he finally arrived home around 8pm, came with boxes of fresh sushi that he'd had delivered to the office, along with a bouquet of flowers.

"I'm home," he called when he came in, and a touch sheepishly held out the flowers when Q came in.

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[lepidopterologist]

"I can see why he might be a bit cautious around you," Harry said neutrally. "I am glad you had some time alone with him, though. I thought perhaps it would help you both be more... comfortable."

As for how Bond felt about him, well, he honestly didn't know. "Do you think he would want<./I> to come to Greece with us?"

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"I think if you invited him, yes," Q said honestly.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry considered this for a moment. He felt like he needed to know more. About Bond. He could see how it could be very good, but he didn't want to risk ruining his first vacation with the man he loved.

"What if we ask him over for tomorrow?" he said. "Spend some more time with the three of us."

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"That might be nice," Q said, drawing invisible pictures on the other man's chest with his fingertips.

[lepidopterologist]

"And if you were still going to be my pet tomorrow?" Harry asked quietly. "Would you want him to see that?"

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q went a bit pink, but nodded a yes.

[lepidopterologist]

"And would you want to be a good boy for him too, Q?" Harry asked quietly, and dragged a finger down his naked side. "Or do you think that Bond would want to be a good boy for me, too?"

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"I think you'd have to ask him that," Q said, arching a little closer at the touch.

[lepidopterologist]

"Perhaps you could ask him that," Harry said, his fingers sliding closer to Q's inner thigh.

"When he arrives tomorrow and you are in the kitchen on your knees, wearing nothing but a dog collar."

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q made a small sound, going even more pink at the thought.

"What would you like to see happen?" he asked.

[lepidopterologist]

"I'd like to see you naked and wearing nothing but a dog collar," Harry purred. "And doing whatever I say. Whether you do what he says too is less important to me."

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"Noted," Q said, nipping at Harry's shoulder again. "I can be good. I can be on best behaviour for you."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry wrapped his arms around him again and held him tight. "I know you will. God you're perfect."

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"Don't put me on a pedestal, I'll only fall off," Q said, leaning in to steal a kiss. "I'm glad you're happy though. I'm happy, Harry."

[lepidopterologist]

“Very much. Should we take a photo to text him an invitation?” Harry teased.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q bit his bottom lip, looking thoughtful, then nodding. "If you like," he agreed.

[lepidopterologist]

"Mmm what do you think might convince him?" Harry asked, smiling. "A preview, perhaps... let's see, perhaps the tie I was wearing earlier is still within reach."

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q went even pinker, but didn't say no. Instead his hold on Harry just tightened a fraction, quietly possessive of the other man as his fingertips dug in slightly, as if to say 'mine'.

"You're very flexible, I'm sure you could reach," he agreed, though he wasn't making it easier by holding on.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry chuckled, and did indeed manage to hang off the bed just slightly without having to pull away from Q.

He held up the tie. “What do you think,” he said, “should this gag you or blindfold you or bind you?”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"What would turn you on the most?" Q asked, stretching out a little "That's what I want, to know I have your full attention."

[lepidopterologist]

“What if we do all three and then you can decide which you like the best,” Harry said. “Hold your arms up, wrists together.”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q offered his wrists, but tilted his head.

"Sometimes it feels like you don't want to tell me what gets you off," he noted. "I'd like to indulge in your fantasies, you know."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry arched an eyebrow as he wrapped the ties around Q’s wrists and pulled a knot tight.

“I just told you I’m going to bind you in three different ways. It feels quite indulgent to me.”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"But which is your favourite?" Q asked. "I suppose what I'm trying to ask is- If you could have anything, what would you want? And could I give it to you?"

Q tested the knot, twisting just a little to see if he might free himself. He was always doing that, testing limits, it seemed. Eventually he stopped though, settling in beneath Harry.

"I like this. When you're firm, a little scolding," he admitted.

[lepidopterologist]

"I like it, too," Harry said. "I was... very pleased, to confirm how compatible we are in that sense, Q."

He moved to pick up his phone off of the bedside table. He held it in his left hand, and with his right he lifted Q's wrists above his head, and held them against the headboard, his nails digging into the side of Q's palm. That was the photo he snapped.

Then he released him. "If I'm to be entirely honest with you, Q, I certainly would not have assumed you would be interested in or even agreed to a threesome. You might recall that I'm the one who initiated that. You might have wanted it too, but you gave me something that would have been quite high up on my list of wants."