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]

"I dunno, maybe if you put your back into it," Q said, a bit of that cheek of his slipping back out as he tried not to grin.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry chuckled, but then thrust hard again, pushing Q's body enough that his forehead nearly hit the headboard.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q yelped, the sound fading to a moan as he braced himself and rocked back into it as best he could. He did like it when Harry got just a little rough, such a sharp contrast from his otherwise gentle treatment.

[lepidopterologist]

Q's moans were encouraging, and Harry had certainly learned by now that he did not have to be careful with Q.

He fucked him even harder then, his fingers bruising into his hips and his breath coming in shallow pants.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q was so close, right on the edge, and soon he was taking himself in hand- Not that he needed much encouragement before he was falling over the edge of pleasure.

"Fuck," he panted, struggling to hold himself up as pleasure crashed through him.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry came almost immediately; he’s barely been holding on.

“Oh my god, Q…” he groaned as he did.

There were red marks on Q’s hips from his hands when he finally pulled away.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q collapsed onto the mattress with a content moan, stretching out like a cat in the sun.

"That was... Perfect," he said, a bit breathless and dazed.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry disposed of the condom and then settled onto the bed and curled his body around Q.

“Amazing how good it always is, isn’t it,” he murmured.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q hummed happily in agreement, slipping his arms around Harry.

"I love you," he said quietly.

[lepidopterologist]

“I love you, too.” Harry stroked his hair, then kissed the top of his head.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q closed his eyes at the kiss, wriggling his way closer.

"It'll be nice getting away together, no matter where we wind up."

[lepidopterologist]

“I think a little villa on a beach in Greece sounds divine,” said Harry. “Something secluded.”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"With only each other to keep us entertained?" Q suggested.

[lepidopterologist]

“Do you think we’d be able to?” Harry teased.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"I think we'd manage, though I'll never object to a third."

Q pressed a kiss to Harry's neck, then his jaw.

[lepidopterologist]

“You… want Bond to join us?” Harry asked, a note of surprise in his voice.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"I don't know. I mean it seems we all get on. ...It was just a thought, probably stupid," Q said, worried that he'd upset Harry. That hadn't been his intention.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry wasn’t upset, just surprised. “No, it’s not stupid,” he assured him quickly. “I suppose I just didn’t realize just how much you’ve enjoyed that.”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q shrugged a little, looking embarrassed and resting his head on Harry's chest.

"I like watching you both together as well," he admitted.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry smiled a little at that, and went back to stroking Q's hair. "I am glad that you too trust that I'm yours," he said. "And I take it last night must have gone well."

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"Would have been better if you'd been there too, but- Yes, it was fun. He said he might send you videos," Q noted, nuzzling at Harry's shoulder a little, then seeming to settle in properly.

[lepidopterologist]

That first bit kept Harry smiling. "I very much enjoyed the photos he sent last night," he murmured. "You are... hot, with him."

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q kissed his shoulder again, then nipped gently at it, teeth scraping lightly over his skin.

[lepidopterologist]

"And what's your read on him?" Harry asked. "Do you think he's as... into this?"

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"I don't know, he's hard to read. He seems keen to keep me at arms length," Q admitted. "I think he likes you though."