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 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?

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q watched him type, hands roaming over Harry's chest. "What are we having for dinner then?" he asked. "I do love when you cook."

[lepidopterologist]

"Hmmm. Steak, perhaps. And I'll put you to work."

Harry's phone dinged and he looked down at it, then smiled. "And James is bringing dessert."

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"Sounds perfect. What should I bring?" Q asked with a hint of a smile.

[lepidopterologist]

"A sense of adventure," Harry teased, and kissed him. "And we'll go shopping in the morning. For a collar... and any other toys that might strike our fancy."

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"You spoil me," Q said. "I'll be the most pampered pet on the block."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry smiled at that. "Oh you have no idea," he purred, and kissed him again.

He moved his lips to his neck. "Should I sent him the other photos too?"

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"Mmm, your choice," Q said, practically melting beneath Harry's attention. "Or you could just keep kissing me..."

[lepidopterologist]

“Mmmm I could l, yes.”

Harry’s lips sucked at a spot on his neck and then he asked, “Did you like my hand on your throat?”

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q nodded a little, tilting his head a bit more and moaning softly as Harry left his mark.

"I did," he admitted.

[lepidopterologist]

"You're ready to go again, aren't you, darling?" Harry murmured. He slid a hand between Q's legs.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

"Yes," Q gasped, bucking into Harry's touch. "I am. Are you?"

[lepidopterologist]

"It's amazing how you make me feel young again," Harry said before climbing on top of him again.

The next morning, Harry reminded Q that he was his pet today. He ordered him to blow him in the shower, and then he made Q kneel naked in the kitchen until he finished making pancakes, and fed Q with his fingers.

They went shopping as promised, to a high end sex shop, where they acquired an elegant dog collar for Q. And then back home, had him strip down again, and rewarded him with a blow job immediately after putting the collar on him. Then Q kneeled naked in the kitchen again while Harry cooked.

[qu4r73rm4573r]

Q was nervous, not sure what Bond would make of his and Harry's current arrangement. Still when the doorbell went and Harry nodded for him to get it, he did without complaint or hesitation.

Nude, other than the collar, he opened the door.

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James was on the mat holding a crisp white box tied with a black satin ribbon. He met Q's eyes, looked him down, then back up, then his gaze slipped away. The collar told him everything he needed to know.

"Take that. Carefully," he told him, passing him the box that was heavier than it looked and smelled sweet. "Harry is...?"

He looked into the flat.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry could hear them. “Just finishing up!” he called from the kitchen, where there was a lovely smell of meat and garlic wafting. “Pour our guest a glass of wine please, darling. Red.”