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]

Harry smiled down at him, and reached out to card his fingers through his hair as if petting him. "You've been so good for me today that I thought I might let James play with you for a bit," Harry said. "Would you like that, pet?"

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q nodded a little, leaning into Harry's touch and holding his gaze.

"Please," he replied.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry slowly pulled his hand away. He looked up at Bond. "Do whatever you like to him," he said as he got to his feet. "As long as it's a good show." He sat down in a chair near the bed. "And do not allow him to come."

[0_0_7]

James nodded and looked to the bed where Harry had laid out a few silk ties and the belt James had been toying with. Before making a move for any of it, he stepped behind Q so Harry could watch him undress, and Q could listen as his belt slid free, his own tie whispered undone, and his zip drew down.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q wanted to turn and look, fidgeting just a bit where he knelt. He managed to resist though, listening as James stripped down behind him. He glanced at Harry, hoping the other man saw how good he was being for once.

[lepidopterologist]

"A very good show indeed," Harry praised, and also smiled down at Q. "He's going to make you scream, pet," he said.

[0_0_7]

Once he was down to just a simple pair of black pants, all his other clothes cast away, he ran his hand along the curve of Q's shoulder.

"Stand up. Strip bare," he purred.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q glanced at Harry again, then got to his feet to shed his plush robe. Without it, all he had on was the collar.

[0_0_7]

He picked up a tie and drew it across Q's eyes, even pulled it tight, but then slipped it down to his mouth to act as a bit gag. He tied it tight enough Q couldn't close his mouth and the tie cut into the corners of his lips. Another tie wrapped around one wrist, then he pulled Q's other arm behind him to bind them together.

"You heard him, yes?" he asked in Q's ear. "I get to hurt you..."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry watched them closely, especially for Q's reaction. He had spoken with Q about consent enough that he wasn't too worried that the young man would let this go too far, but he also knew that Bond would stop the moment Harry said so, if needed.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q made a small sound as the gag bit into his skin a little, but he was otherwise quiet. He wasn't sure why he was suddenly so nervous, he'd done this sort of thing before, liked it even, but something about having additional eyes on him made him suddenly self conscious.

He nodded slightly, testing the tie around his wrists. Why did he suddenly feel so dizzy? He'd wanted this. Now it suddenly seemed like too much.

Panic set in, and Q shook his head no, confident that both men would understand.

[0_0_7]

James saw it immediately in his posture and breathing. He looked to Harry before doing anything more.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was surprised, but saw it immediately too. “Stop,” he said, and rose to his feet. He came over to them and put a hand lightly on Bond’s arm, a reassurance he’d done nothing wrong, before kneeling and removing the gag. “Everything all right, love?”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q took a moment to pull himself together, aware he was being stupid. "I just... I think I need a moment. ...And maybe I don't like the gag," he admitted.

He looked ashamed of himself, feeling like he'd done something wrong.

"Do you think I could just watch you two first? Just for a bit, then I'll... I'll join, if that's alright."

[0_0_7]

James was concerned, brows drawn in. He listened, then looked at at Harry.

"What do you think?" he asked.

[lepidopterologist]

“I think…” Harry looked at Q. “That it is good to discover things you don’t like.” He pushed Q’s hair away from his face. “If you’re sure that’s all it is, and that’s what you want… then of course, you can play the voyeur for as long as you like.”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"You won't forget me though, or leave me out the whole time, will you?" Q asked, not wanting to be ignored either. "It's just strange, being watched while I... While I submit," he admitted, trying to explain his feelings.

[0_0_7]

"That would be the humiliation," James noted gently. "It's...not for everyone."

He stepped closer to pet Q's hair softly.

"You may enjoy the watching more."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry was actually grateful to get a sense for Q’s boundaries.

“And of course you won’t be left out. Why don’t you join us on the bed?”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q leaned into the touch, then nodded a little before climbing onto the bed. His hands were still bound, but he didn't seem to mind that. In fact he seemed much calmer now, comfortable even as he settled in on the plush mattress.

[0_0_7]

Bond watched him, glad to see the panic had ebbed. Then he looked to Harry with a quirk of a smile.

"Twist in the night. I wasn't expecting this," he admitted.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry looked over at W, confirming that he seemed okay, then returned Bond’s smile.

“Let’s get naked.”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q wriggled a little, getting as comfortable as he currently could as he settled in a bit more on the bed. From where he was now, he could easily see them both.

[0_0_7]

James was mostly there and shed the rest to stand bare before Harry, making sure Q had a clear view. Then he enjoyed watching as Harry caught up with him.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry methodically folded each item of clothing as he removed it, intentionally taking his time. He was also considering... choreography options. There were many, considering how little they'd done together so far. So he may as well start with something that had certainly... crossed his mind a time or two.

He met Bond's eyes and pointed to the ground at his feet.