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]

"A sense of adventure," Harry teased, and kissed him. "And we'll go shopping in the morning. For a collar... and any other toys that might strike our fancy."

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"You spoil me," Q said. "I'll be the most pampered pet on the block."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry smiled at that. "Oh you have no idea," he purred, and kissed him again.

He moved his lips to his neck. "Should I sent him the other photos too?"

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"Mmm, your choice," Q said, practically melting beneath Harry's attention. "Or you could just keep kissing me..."

[lepidopterologist]

“Mmmm I could l, yes.”

Harry’s lips sucked at a spot on his neck and then he asked, “Did you like my hand on your throat?”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q nodded a little, tilting his head a bit more and moaning softly as Harry left his mark.

"I did," he admitted.

[lepidopterologist]

"You're ready to go again, aren't you, darling?" Harry murmured. He slid a hand between Q's legs.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"Yes," Q gasped, bucking into Harry's touch. "I am. Are you?"

[lepidopterologist]

"It's amazing how you make me feel young again," Harry said before climbing on top of him again.

The next morning, Harry reminded Q that he was his pet today. He ordered him to blow him in the shower, and then he made Q kneel naked in the kitchen until he finished making pancakes, and fed Q with his fingers.

They went shopping as promised, to a high end sex shop, where they acquired an elegant dog collar for Q. And then back home, had him strip down again, and rewarded him with a blow job immediately after putting the collar on him. Then Q kneeled naked in the kitchen again while Harry cooked.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q was nervous, not sure what Bond would make of his and Harry's current arrangement. Still when the doorbell went and Harry nodded for him to get it, he did without complaint or hesitation.

Nude, other than the collar, he opened the door.

[0_0_7]

James was on the mat holding a crisp white box tied with a black satin ribbon. He met Q's eyes, looked him down, then back up, then his gaze slipped away. The collar told him everything he needed to know.

"Take that. Carefully," he told him, passing him the box that was heavier than it looked and smelled sweet. "Harry is...?"

He looked into the flat.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry could hear them. “Just finishing up!” he called from the kitchen, where there was a lovely smell of meat and garlic wafting. “Pour our guest a glass of wine please, darling. Red.”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q accepted the box and held it with care.

"I'll get you some wine," he said, quick to do as Harry asked as he took the box to the kitchen, then returned with a bottle.

"Harry has excellent taste in wine," he added, setting the bottle on the table and only struggling a little to get it open. He was still a bit pink, trying to act natural, but clearly self-conscious.

[0_0_7]

James took the glass with a nod.

"Dinner smells delicious," he said, loud enough for Harry to hear.

He gestured for Q to follow as he began to move to the kitchen to be together.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was already playing the meal. The steaks, perfectly seared with a deep, golden-brown crust, rested on the plates with a subtle sizzle.

Alongside the steak, he arranged a generous portion of roasted potatoes sprinkled with fresh rosemary and a hint of sea salt, and blanched green beans drizzled with butter and a squeeze of lemon. He finished it off with a dollop of garlic butter on top of each steak.

When they walked in he smiled. “How nice to see you, James. Would you help me get these to the table please? And Q if you could please bring the wine.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q nodded, taking the wine and a few extra napkins, just in case.

"Can I put my robe on while we eat?" he asked Harry.

[0_0_7]

James admired the food, then took two plates to carry. He was curious if Harry would let Q dress. This was quite the next step, and yet he wasn't shocked a bit.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was glad that Q felt comfortable asking, and also with Bond newly here this didn’t seem like the time for making a point. Besides….

“I already got it out for you,” he said, and a moment later was standing behind Q to slip it onto him.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q smiled brightly, letting Harry help him get it on.

"Thank you," he said, wrapping it a bit tighter to keep himself warm. He seemed slightly less self conscious then, a bit more at ease as he gave Harry a quick kiss.

[0_0_7]

"Everything looks delicious," James said as he took his seat.

He wasn't looking at the food at all, instead admiring Q and then meeting Harry's gaze.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry watched Bond watching Q. And once Q sat, Harry leaned over and kissed the back of his neck before taking his own seat.

“We’ve probably worked up quite an appetite,” he said mildly as he poured wine for himself and Q as well.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q went a bit pink, thanking Harry for his drink, then taking a sip.

"It smells wonderful, Harry. I'm afraid I wasn't much help preparing it," he admitted to James, offering him a little smile.

[0_0_7]

James smiled softly.

"I'm sure you did just as you were told," he praised warmly.

[lepidopterologist]

“He did,” Harry praised, and put a hand on Q’s knee.

Then he looked at Bond and added, “He generously offered to be my pet this weekend and has been terribly good. So as you can see it’s an awfully special time for you to join us.”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q went slightly pinker, but it was obvious he liked the praise.

"I've been doing my best," was all he said.