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.

Comments

[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.

[lepidopterologist]

"Perfect," said Harry, and snapped another photo with his free hand.

Though then he pushed his thumb farther into Q's mouth and said, "No biting though," before pulling it out and untying the blindfold.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q was grinning a little When Harry pulled his thumb away, looking just a bit pleased with himself.

"It was just a nibble," he said.

[lepidopterologist]

“Well we’ll see about that now,” Harry said, and pulled the tie across his mouth. “Bite.”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q pretended to sulk a bit, then parted his lips just enough to let the tie slip past them.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry tied the tie behind his head again and then pulled back and looked down at him. "There, that's better," he said. "No more biting, hmm?"

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q protested a little, the sound muffled slightly by the tie. His gaze was as sharp and focused as ever though, even without his glasses on.

[lepidopterologist]

This time Harry brought his hand to Q’s neck. Holding his throat such that it tipped his head back slightly, as if he were on the verge of choking him.

He snapped a photo.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q swallowed beneath his hold, but didn't seem nervous at all. In fact, he seemed almost more aroused than before.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry didn’t remove the gag yet. He just held the phone up and scrolled through the photos. They were surprisingly artful.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q moaned a little behind the gag, wanting Harry's attention back on him as he started wriggling just a bit.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry turned the phone to Q and showed him the photos.

He pulled the tie down out of his mouth. “What do you think?”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"I think you've got a good eye," Q said, looking at the photos, then looking at Harry. "Which one are you going to send with your dinner invite?" he asked.

[lepidopterologist]

“I think the last one,” said Harry.

He typed out a text to Bond with the photo of Q gagged with Harry’s hand on his throat:

Dinner tomorrow?