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]

There was actually a moment where Harry thought: I could just get him a ring.

But what he said was, “I thought you might like something to wear… a reminder of me.”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"I don't need reminding of you, Harry, you're always on my mind," Q said with a soft smile. "I would wear something though, if that appeals to you. I think I'd do almost anything for you," he admitted.

[lepidopterologist]

“That feeling is very mutual,” Harry said with a small smile. He was still on top of Q, and he leaned down and kissed him again then, and trailed his hand down Q’s naked body.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q melted under his touch, moaning softly and arching up again to meet him.

"Harry," he gasped softly. "Want you."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry didn't ask Q what he wanted. In part because he knew that he seemed to have trouble answering that question.

"And you shall have me," Harry murmured, nudging Q's legs even farther apart with his knee. "Tonight I am going to fuck you until you scream my name. Your pleasure is my priority..."

He kissed his neck, and slid his hand down to wrap lightly around Q's cock. "But beginning when you wake in the morning, you will be my pet for the weekend. What do you think that might mean?"

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q moaned softly, tilting his head to give Harry room.

"I do as you say, when you say?" Q suggested, rutting up against him once again.

[lepidopterologist]

“Yes,” Harry murmured as he stroked his cock, feather light. “And if you’re a good boy you’ll get treats.”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"And what if I'm not?" Q asked, searching for more friction.

[lepidopterologist]

“Then I’ll have to keep you on a leash,” Harry said softly.

[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?"