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 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.

[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.