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 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.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry put gripped Q’s hips and began to fuck him. Though he did like being able to see his face, Q wanted to be fucked hard tonight and this position would be able to accomplish that far better. He was working his way up to it, though his hips were already snapping hard.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

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.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry and Q had had sex so many times now, and it never failed to amaze Harry, how good it was.

"Do you think you're going to feel me tomorrow?" Harry growled as he thrust hard into him.