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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[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q wet his lips, then nodded.

"Noted," he replied, before pulling Harry down for another kiss.

[lepidopterologist]

“But for tonight, be selfish,” Harry said after the kiss broke. “How do you want me to fuck you?”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q went pink, looking shy and then glancing away as he spoke.

"Hard," he said quietly. "I want to feel you for hours."

[lepidopterologist]

“I want you to feel me for days,” Harry growled, and put his hands on Q’s waist, flipping him over onto his stomach.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

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.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry climbed off of the bed and came back a moment later with a bottle of lube and a condom.

If it weren’t for Bond, Harry would have already suggested they ditch the condoms. But as it was… well.

“God I could watch you like this all day,” Harry sighed.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"You could one day. Set up a live feed to your phone, something to keep you busy at work," Q teased.

[lepidopterologist]

“I think I have one somewhere from when Mr. Pickles was a puppy,” Harry said.

He moved behind Q and dripped a line of oil onto his back. “I could make sure you behave while I’m gone.”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"You could try," Q replied, back arching a bit as the oil dripped down it.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry dragged his finger down the oil, ending in the crack of Q’s ass.

“I could always send Bond over,” he said quietly.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

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.

[lepidopterologist]

“If you would like that, I think I would very much,” Harry said. Though after a beat he added, his voice a touch more serious, “I do want to be clear though that when you say you would do anything for me… I do not mean that kind of thing, hmm? When it comes to your body, enthusiastic consent only.” And he slid a finger inside him.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q let out a moan as Harry slipped a digit inside him.

"Noted," he panted softly.

[lepidopterologist]

"Is that something you would be enthusiastic about?" Harry added as he crooked the finger inside him.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"Knowing you were watching? Yes. I... Yes," Q panted.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry actually very much appreciated that qualifier. "And you understand that I'm not jealous," Harry said quietly, and he stroked his skin with his other hand as he added a second finger. "Do you know why?"

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"No," Q admitted, another gasp escaping him as he squirmed a little beneath Harry's attention.

[lepidopterologist]

“Because I know that you’re mine,” said Harry. “Because I trust that you’re mine.”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"I am yours," Q panted. "I'm yours, Harry. Always."

[lepidopterologist]

“And I believe you entirely when you say that,” Harry said softly. “Which is why I am not jealous of James Bond, no matter how loud he might make you scream.” And he kisssd him.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

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.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry finishes stretching him with his fingers and pulled away for a moment, straightening up so he could look down at him. He thought he could see Q trembling slightly. It was beautiful.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"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."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry dragged a hand down Q’s back. “Tonight you can be whatever you want to be, my love.” And he slid on the condom and within seconds was buried inside him.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q cried out as Harry filled him, the sound fading to a low moan as he rocked back into it

"Fuck, Harry," he gasped.