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 made a small sound, going even more pink at the thought.

"What would you like to see happen?" he asked.

[lepidopterologist]

"I'd like to see you naked and wearing nothing but a dog collar," Harry purred. "And doing whatever I say. Whether you do what he says too is less important to me."

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"Noted," Q said, nipping at Harry's shoulder again. "I can be good. I can be on best behaviour for you."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry wrapped his arms around him again and held him tight. "I know you will. God you're perfect."

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"Don't put me on a pedestal, I'll only fall off," Q said, leaning in to steal a kiss. "I'm glad you're happy though. I'm happy, Harry."

[lepidopterologist]

“Very much. Should we take a photo to text him an invitation?” Harry teased.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q bit his bottom lip, looking thoughtful, then nodding. "If you like," he agreed.

[lepidopterologist]

"Mmm what do you think might convince him?" Harry asked, smiling. "A preview, perhaps... let's see, perhaps the tie I was wearing earlier is still within reach."

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q went even pinker, but didn't say no. Instead his hold on Harry just tightened a fraction, quietly possessive of the other man as his fingertips dug in slightly, as if to say 'mine'.

"You're very flexible, I'm sure you could reach," he agreed, though he wasn't making it easier by holding on.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry chuckled, and did indeed manage to hang off the bed just slightly without having to pull away from Q.

He held up the tie. “What do you think,” he said, “should this gag you or blindfold you or bind you?”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"What would turn you on the most?" Q asked, stretching out a little "That's what I want, to know I have your full attention."

[lepidopterologist]

“What if we do all three and then you can decide which you like the best,” Harry said. “Hold your arms up, wrists together.”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q offered his wrists, but tilted his head.

"Sometimes it feels like you don't want to tell me what gets you off," he noted. "I'd like to indulge in your fantasies, you know."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry arched an eyebrow as he wrapped the ties around Q’s wrists and pulled a knot tight.

“I just told you I’m going to bind you in three different ways. It feels quite indulgent to me.”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"But which is your favourite?" Q asked. "I suppose what I'm trying to ask is- If you could have anything, what would you want? And could I give it to you?"

Q tested the knot, twisting just a little to see if he might free himself. He was always doing that, testing limits, it seemed. Eventually he stopped though, settling in beneath Harry.

"I like this. When you're firm, a little scolding," he admitted.

[lepidopterologist]

"I like it, too," Harry said. "I was... very pleased, to confirm how compatible we are in that sense, Q."

He moved to pick up his phone off of the bedside table. He held it in his left hand, and with his right he lifted Q's wrists above his head, and held them against the headboard, his nails digging into the side of Q's palm. That was the photo he snapped.

Then he released him. "If I'm to be entirely honest with you, Q, I certainly would not have assumed you would be interested in or even agreed to a threesome. You might recall that I'm the one who initiated that. You might have wanted it too, but you gave me something that would have been quite high up on my list of wants."

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q was on best behaviour, letting Harry move him and posing a little for him. He'd never willingly let himself be photographed before, really, but he trusted Harry. ...Hell, he was fairly sure he trusted James.

"Really?" Q asked. "I was worried you might just be indulging me," he admitted.

[lepidopterologist]

“You would be incorrect,” chuckled Harry as he untied the tie and released him. “When you asked I told you I’d done that before… a number of times actually and they are particularly fond memories.”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q smiled at that, reaching to pull Harry into a kiss once his hands were free.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry kissed him back. And when it broke murmured, "Tomorrow, I think... he should see how stern I can be with you. Would you like that?"

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q nodded a little, keen to see how stern Harry might get. Though at the moment there wasn't much Harry could have suggested that he might have said no to.

"I'd like that a lot," he said honestly.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry smiled at that, and moved to pull the tie across Q’s eyes, tying it behind his head.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q leaned in to make it easier, then leaned in a little more so he could press his lips to Harry's throat.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry smiled at that. And appreciated the trust. Blindfolding could be scary for some people.

This time, he put the thumb of his left hand to Q’s lips for him to suck it in.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q parted his lips, sucking Harry's thumb for a moment, then letting his teeth graze over skin. He didn't bite, mindful not to be too vicious, but there was a light threat there.